Wednesday, August 5, 2015

Blog Tour: Flame by Erin Noelle


I’m soaring.
After years of hard work and determination, I am exactly where I want to be in life. As the top ranked Freestyle Motocross rider in the world, I have more money than I could ever dream of spending and gorgeous women throwing themselves at me in every city I land. I have everything I could ever want.
Everything except her.
While in Breckenridge for my best friend’s wedding, I was introduced to Dakota Shavell, a friend of the bride-to-be, and from the moment our blue gazes met, sparks flew.
What I initially intended to be a single steamy night together turned into a scorching two week road trip to New Orleans with a sassy-mouthed blonde. Being between her legs gave me a bigger adrenaline rush than I’d ever gotten from flying through the air while straddling a bike.
It was supposed to just be fun, a good time. I planned to walk away unchanged.
But it was more. Feelings I never intended to have got involved, and I’ll never be the same.
Yet, I still walked away.
Except now I’m injured and my outlook has changed. Priorities have become clear.
And I’m going back to reclaim her…to show her that together we can make the fire between us burst into flames.
***Though Flame is the second book in the Fire on the Mountain Series, it is an interconnected stand alone novel***


5 Star Review by Natasha Gentile

So I have fallen head over heels in love with this family. First meeting the Shavell’s in Spark I couldn’t wait to see how this story would spin. From the first word in the book you are captivated and sucked in, turning the pages faster than your eyes can read.  

I’m soaring.

James “501” Levi, this guys, this guy is sex on a stick. Well not on a stick more like on a motorcycle. He is the top ranked Freestyle Motocross rider in the world. He has money, he has fame he has women, basically all his needs are met. Well at least that is what he thinks till he meets her. 

Yelping with surprise at the unexpected contact, her chin jerks up, throwing her long, straw-colored hair over her shoulder, and her startled blue gaze lifts to mine. She hisses in a breath when our eyes meet. Or I do. Maybe it’s both of us. I’m not sure, but someone definitely sucked in an oh-hell-yeah hiss.

Dakota Shavell is back home for her summer break. In school to become a message therapist she is a free spirited woman. She does what she wants when she wants to. And from the first meeting you know that it’s going to be explosive.

As I take a single step forward to close the gap between us, her bright, expressive eyes grow wide, not with concern, but with anticipation. “No, Sunshine, I promise if we’d have met before, there’s no way in hell you could ever forget something like that.” I wink. “Nor would you want to.”

So imagine everyone’s surprise when her friend from school is getting married to his best friend and she just snagged an invite. If that isn’t fate I don’t know what is!

When she places her dainty hand in mine, a jolt of electricity surges through me, culminating at my now throbbing erection, and the goose bumps blanketing her arm assure me I’m not the only one feeling this thrill. 

When circumstances have her in the bridal party right next to him, you know fireworks will be blowing up.
My gaze quickly sweeps over the sea of faces in the crowd until it lands on the one I’m looking for, standing directly to the left of the groom in front of the vine trellis: Mr. James Levi. Oh, hell yes. Come to momma big boy.

This is where I started my giggling fest. Not only are these two going to sexual combust if they don’t get together, they have inner thought conversations. It’s the strangest and most intriguing thing I have ever read.  

So not only is he the hottest sexual thing, she is one sassy mouthed girl. She gives just as good as she gets, and when it comes to Levi she gets a lot.

When their one night together is a bust, Levi does something he has never done before. He invites her to spend two weeks with him on his tour bus. No one is more shocked that his friends. You see Levi is a wham bam..lots of bam..thank you ma’am. He doesn’t do the whole dating thing, let alone spends two weeks on a bus with that same person. But yet again he has never met Dakota. 

As I shower and get dressed to head downstairs. I can’t help but wonder at the queasy feeling in my gut. Is it because of Dakota, or can I blame it on whatever those pills were I swallowed last night? What is it about this girl that I find so magnetic? So enticing?

Dakota has nothing to lose and also nothing to do so she gives into Levi and agrees to touring with him for two weeks. I mean in the end if anything at least she will have the time of her life and have some very good sex.  

I get a chance to respond, a familiar, deep male voice answers for me, seconds before the heat from him penetrates my dress. He’s right behind me, not quite touching, but if I rocked back on my heels, we’d be pressed tight.

So that is what they do, they go on this adventure. None of them are expecting anything from the other. It’s just a fun time, and the sex. Holy mother of Elisabeth the sex is through the stinking roof. I seriously would need a firehouse to calm down form the hotness that they are together.  

I’m not sure if I hear her or feel her presence first. Common sense tells me I can’t really feel someone’s presence, but I swear a wave of electricity zings up my spine seconds before the sound waves of Dakota’s rich, honeyed laughter reach my ears.

But what happens when the two weeks are over and you have to pack to go home? No more chicken and waffles, no more bike talk, no more sex, no more Levi. Can Dakota be strong enough to walk away and will Levi watch her walk?

Then, with a final wave, I pivot around on my heel and walk inside the airport, unable to look back at the man I’ve fallen in love with.

It was supposed to just be fun, it was supposed to be a good time. It was supposed to be a passing fling. They both planned to walk away from each other with everything still in tack. Except the feelings that came blew them both out of the water.  

I’ve missed him. His touch. His voice. His smell. The feel of his body against mine. Everything about him fills the gaping hole of emptiness I’ve been living with. Him. Just him.

The flame between them was so bright you couldn’t even see through it, but when it dims you know that he is the one you want standing next to you holding your hand keeping that flame alive. Now he needs to show her that this flame isn’t dimming ever. It’ll be a fight but it’ll be so worth it. 

Slipping through the crowd, I luck out and find a bar in a dimly lit corner with no wait. I don’t have any money to tip the guy, seeing as though I was just standing in a wedding and my purse is upstairs in the hotel room I’m sharing with Meghan. I hope he recognizes and understands what the dress means as I make a mental note to escape and grab a twenty a little later.
            “Good evening, madam. What can I get for you to drink? Wine, champagne, or perhaps something stronger?” The bartender greets me with a charming smile, his wandering gaze dropping down to my cleavage before returning to mine.
            “The lady will have a glass of your finest Scotch whisky; Macallan’s if you have it. Two ice cubes. A water for me.” Before I get a chance to respond, a familiar, deep male voice answers for me, seconds before the heat from him penetrates my dress. He’s right behind me, not quite touching, but if I rocked back on my heels, we’d be pressed tight.
The bartender glances up at him over my shoulder, then back down at me, cocking his head to ask my approval. I roll my eyes at the ego of the one behind me, but the bartender only chuckles and pours me the glass, knowing I’m going to accept it. Pretentious asshole!
“You don’t strike me as a girl who fucks around with that frou-frou shit,” he rasps against the back of my neck, blanketing the exposed skin in goose bumps. He snickers at my physical reaction to his closeness, and I hate my traitorous body for a minute. Stupid nervous system.
I inhale a deep breath, which is supposed to clear my head before I speak, but instead, it’s saturated with him. And God, him smells spectacular. The perfect mixture of new rain and leather. Clean, yet rugged. Soft, but rough. All fucking man.
Shit, I’m in trouble.
“Thanks for buying me a drink at an open bar. I love a guy who goes the extra mile, sparing no expense,” I test him, curious to how this conversation is going to go.
Closing the small gap between us, he inches forward until the vibration of his low laughter resonates inside my ribcage. I grab on to the bar top, steadying my wobbly legs. The sexual portion of my brain fires into high gear as my near future, without clothes and filled with a best man, seems inevitable.
“Still got the attitude, Sunshine,” he growls, his lips faintly brushing against the shell of my ear with each word. Wrapping his arm around the front of me, he splays his gigantic hand across my lower midsection, his thumb resting over my belly button and his pinky dangerously close to my sweet spot. He presses against me in a way that makes my back bow and my ass pop against his zipper. “I fuckin’ dig that shit.”
My inner thighs clench together as the flood of desire surges to my pussy like hot fucking lava. He’s setting me on fire, and we haven’t even kissed. I’m not sure how to feel about my body’s overpowering response to him, but in typical Dakota-style, I’m not stopping it until I ride out the pleasure wave. This could be mind-blowing. Life-changing, perhaps.
“Yeah, Hulk, I know,” I manage to say, holding my gaze forward toward the bartender, who’s doing a poor job of hiding that he’s watching the exchange between me and Levi. “You told me during the ceremony.”
“I didn’t say a word during the ceremony,” he argues, stepping away from me as he drops money in the tip jar and grabs our drinks. I follow him over to one of the patio tables and sit across from him.
After a long, steady drink of the chilled drink, I rest back in the chair and stare directly into his animated eyes, keeping my face neutral as I church my fingers in my lap. “You did. You told me you wanted to see what I was wearing under this dress, and when I laughed at your ridiculous too-small tux, you threatened to punish me.”
He bends forward toward me, takes a long pull from the bottle of water, and lowers his voice. “And you told me you weren’t afraid of me, so why are you pulling back now?”
I’m unable to back down from a challenge, never have been, ever since I can remember as a kid with my sisters. They could dare me to do anything and I would. I love the thrill. The adrenaline. It’s almost as good as an orgasm.
His eyes twinkle with this knowledge as I lean forward to meet him nose-to-nose, less than an inch between our mouths. “You’re the one who should be scared, James Levi,” I whisper, a smirk creeping up my face. “I can be very addicting.”
Then, I tilt forward just enough to feather my lips across his before standing up with my drink. “Thanks for the drink, Hulk.” I wink, lifting the glass in the air. “I’ll see you inside.”

Erin Noelle is a Texas native, where she lives with her husband and two young daughters. While earning her degree in History at the University of Houston, she rediscovered her love for reading that was first instilled by her grandmother when she was a young child.
A lover of happily-ever-afters, both historical and current, Erin is an avid reader of all romance novels. Her titles published include the Book Boyfriend Series, the Dusk ‘Til Dawn Series, Translucent, Conspire — co-authored with SE Hall, Surviving Us, MILF: Wrong Kind of Love and Spark.
Her books have been a part of the USA Today Bestselling list and the Amazon and Barnes & Noble overall Top 100.

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