Tuesday, October 28, 2014

Zane by Jo Raven Release Day

Title: Zane, book 3
Series: Inked Brotherhood (Book 3)
Author: Jo Raven
Genre: Contemporary New Adult Romance (steamy) / lickable angsty romance

They call me Zen-man, the cool-headed one, the protector. I keep an eye out for everyone, taking them in, finding them homes. They think Im the calm and collected one, the self-assured one, the one who knows the way. They think they see me. They think they know me.
But theyre all wrong, because inside Im broken. I have a jagged hole in my soul I cant fix, a festering blackness. Ive been to the pits of hell and nobody comes back unscathed. Life in foster care fucked me up, and now a thread is all thats holding me together. 
So I sleep around and never date, keeping chicks away. One day Ill snap, and when I do, theres no telling who I might take down with me. 
All the same, theres this one girl who wont be scared away. Dakota. Shes hot and I wont deny I want her. But she keeps coming back, needling me, trying to get me to talk, to open up to her. 
She has no idea shes playing with fire. When the demons come, shed better be far away from me,
My Review:
Oh my gosh, I could not wait for this book ever since he was first mentioned.  I absolutely think is the best one yet.   I love Zane and it is amazing how a person can start to heal from the love of a good woman.  That is what Dakota is to zane.   She would not leave him alone.  I love, love this book.  This author is an amazing writer and I cannot wait for the next book in the series.   I give this book more than 5 stars.
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Zane Excerpt
Zanes here.
Hes standing with his back to the wall, arms folded over his broad chest, his slanted eyes on me, hot and intense. His Mohawk is tall as ever, and the silver studs in his ears and the hoops in his brow glint. I scan him from his exotic face to the faded black T-shirt stretched over his pecs, down to his ripped jeans, and I struggle for breath.
Gah. Hes too handsome to be real. Too handsome to be interested in me. And yet here he is, and I cant miss the bulge on the front of his jeans. Hes obviously hard, and the realization makes me feel hot. The tips of my breasts tighten painfully.
What is it about this boy that makes me lose my train of thought? Deciding I want to break through his defenses is one thingbut what he does to my body even with one look should be illegal.
You came, I blurt, and instantly wish I had swallowed my tongue instead.
He cocks his head to the side, eyes heavy-lidded. Almost, he whispers, and oh God, the boy is sexy as hell. You have an awesome voice. Never heard anything like it.
My face flames. Thanks.
I step off the stage, and he grabs my hand, steadying me. His fingers are callused and warm, his grip like steel.
Hey, Koko, you okay? Luke calls out.
Fine. Just need a moment backstage. Yeah?
Koko? Zane arches a dark brow at me.
Yeah, the guys call me that.
I prefer Dakota.
God, me, too, especially when Zane is speaking it in his low, warm voice.
Besides Koko brings back too many bad memories. Im not that girl anymore, the girl who trusted Collin with her life and almost died for it.
I head toward the small backstage room, and he doesnt release my hand. He follows me inside and closes the door, then turns the lock.
Before I ask what hes doing, he slams me back against the wall, his muscled body pinning me, so that I feel every defined ridge and plane of his chest. Hes breathing hard.
Speaking of hard The rod of his erection is trapped sideways inside his jeans, and its heat seeps through the fabric, branding my flesh.
What are you doing to me? he breathes, his strong hand trailing down my neck and slipping the strap of my blouse off my shoulder. What the hell are you doing to me?
I should stop him, but his fingertips send electric shocks down my spine. He lowers his face toward me, and my lips part in anticipation. Hes going to kiss me, I think, as his breath brushes the corner of my mouthbut he doesnt. He trails his mouth over my cheek, along my jaw, under my ear. The touch of his lipshot and softtortures me, arousing me more and more, as he bares my shoulder, and draws patterns on my skin.
I struggle to swallow a moan, my nipples pressed against his chest, tiny pinpricks of pain and pleasure. His hand tangles in my hair, tipping my head back for better access, and his mouth brands my neck, sending electric discharges right into my core. Fire coils low inside of me.
Oh God, I think Im about to come just from his lips on my neck and his fingertips on my shoulder. I have to do something to stop him. Stop myself.
I place my hands on his chest. Ink me, Zane, I whisper.
His mouth leaves my neck, and when he looks down at me, his eyes are so dark with need they seem black. His breathing is ragged. Dont.
I want it. Its more than a game now, more than familiar teasing. I need his touch so much its scary as hell. Im throbbing everywhere, and I feel wet between my legs. This has never happened to me before. Its as if the ground has been yanked from under my feet. Its like freefall, and I hate falling.
Tell me what you want. He braces an arm on the wall by my head and licks his lips. He doesnt kiss me. Why wont he kiss me?
You know what I want, I say.
He leans closer again, his male musk scent surrounding me, and how can I think straight when my hands are on his rippling abs, his mouth is inches from mine, and his hardness keeps pressing into my belly?

Author Bio:
Jo Raven writes New Adult erotic romance. She loves sexy bad boys and strong willed heroines, and divides her time between writing and reading. When not cooking up plots, she putters in her cluttered kitchen and dreams of traveling to India and Japan.

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