The Hopeless Romantics Book Blog are pleased to be a part of the Blog Tour for Alessandra Torre's "Sex Love Repeat."
(Giveaway at Bottom of Post)
Release Date: Out Now
Synopsis:
I love two men. I screw two men. I am in a relationship with them both, and they are both aware there is another. That is all they need to know, that is all I let them know. They don’t need to know a name; they don’t need to know anything, but that they are not alone in my heart.
They have accepted the situation. Stewart, because his life is too busy for the sort of obligations that are required in a relationship. Paul, because he loves me too much to tell me no. And because my sexual appetite is such that one man has trouble keeping up.
So we exist, two parallel relationships, each running their own course, with no need for intersection or conflict. It works for us, for them, and for me. I don’t expect it to be a long-term situation. I know there is an expiration date on the easy perfection of our lives.
I should have paid more attention, should have looked around and noticed the woman who watched it all. She sat in the background and waited, tried to figure me out. Saw my two relationships, the love between us, and the moment that it all fell apart.
She hates me.
Blog Tour Review: Kirsty Lander:
Wow this book just blew me away. Everything about it was so unique and intriguing. I'm no stranger to love triangle books, and typically I'm not a massive fan of them because I can't take the chick being so indecisive (which is usually the case) so I was a little sceptical about this. Needlessly so. Sex. Love. Repeat. is in a league all of its own when it comes to triangles. Both guys are aware of each other and have both accepted the situation that they are in. It may not be considered the norm but it certainly works for them.
As with any love triangle, I did have my favourite. It took me a while to pick because although we get to know each character separately, and we learn about their part in the relationship, they were both so likeable that I found it hard to think of any one guy that is right for Maddison, or one that wasn't. Was Stewart the right guy for her? The one who works every hour of the day and only fits Maddison in when he has a spare hour. Or do I choose Paul? The guy who has given Maddison everything, despite the fact she will only give him half of her heart. You'd think it's an easy choice to make.. Paul is the one.. but it just wasn't that easy because both guys had pros and cons. I understood how Maddison got herself in to this position in the first place.
Now, the actual story had some of the best 'OMG moments'. I had kind of expected it to be a little seedy, a woman openly seeing two men is not really your usual story after all.. but there was none of that. And as for the shocking moments, one point in particular had me GASPING because I just didn't see it coming. That has hardly ever happened to me before whilst reading and it's a true sign of a brilliant book. I love being constantly shocked, who wants to read a book so predictable?
Without spoiling anything, I will say that the guy who I preferred and wanted Maddison to end up with, was the one who came out on top, with her in the end. Really I had no clue how the author was going to resolve the issue of a woman being in love with two men but I have to say she did it with perception. I feel like every part of the ending was believable and I understood every issue that Maddison had and why she made decisions that she did. Overall this book was a brilliant read and I was sad to finish it.
I rated "Sex, Love, Repeat" 5 Hearts
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Excerpt:
I hate society’s notion that there is something wrong with sex. Something wrong with a woman who loves sex. I’ve loved sex for as long as I can remember. I lost my virginity at fourteen, when Gus Blankenship showed me his penis behind the gym, and I got so hot and bothered that I let him put it in me. Right there, with hard gravel digging into my back, his excited acne-covered face above. It was the best forty-two seconds of my life thus far.
That was back in the day. When fourteen-year olds were still pure, and not the makeup covered, push-up bra tramps that they are today. Sixth grade sleepovers are now orgies where the girls fight over who’s gonna get to suck the barely-handsome dad off first.
It’s all wrong, the evolution of our innocent youth into cock-gobbling sluts. Which seems hypocritical coming from me, but its not. I fuck because I love it, because I want to, it brings me pleasure. They fuck because they think that they have to – for the guy, for the queen-bee girl, for the proverbial ‘fuck you’ to society that they think it creates.
They have it so backwards, so twistedly screwed. Sex should be about mutual enjoyment, connection, the borrowing from another’s fire at a moment when you want it most.
I pity them, with their glossy red lips and pierced belly buttons. Because, when it all comes to pass? When they ‘grow up’ and getting fucked during halftime is no longer cool but suddenly slutty? They will feel dirty. Used. Ruined. Because they did it for the wrong reasons.
My phone rings, shrill and demanding. I sigh, the ringtone one reserved for only one individual.
“Would you like me to get that?” The soft voice of the masseuse matches the dim room, soothing sounds, and eucalyptus scent.
“Do you mind bringing it to me? I’ll put it on silent.” I push up, taking the cell and silencing the call, flipping the button on the side to mute any future interruptions. “Sorry about that.” I lay back down, holding out the phone, the woman taking it from me with a gracious smile.
My Mother. I will need to call her back, as soon as Kindi finishes melting every muscle off of my body. Paul needs this, to let this woman work her magic on his sore back and tight legs. But that will never happen. Kindi is a Stewart perk, her oiled hands rubbing me down in the second floor of Stewart’s skyscraper. That’d be combining my worlds, and as stupid as I am to have the two worlds, even I realize the danger in mixing their components.
I take a deep breath and exhale, intentionally relaxing my shoulders, her fingers digging and pushing, breaking up a bundle of nerves, the pain excruciatingly pleasurable. I push all thoughts of Paul out of my head and focus on her hands.
Blog Tour Review: Kirsty Lander:
"I understand that you hate me. That you curse me for my greed.
But if I am okay with it, and they are okay with it, how is it anyone else's right to judge?"
"They both own my heart now, an equal decision fought over by two sets of blue eyes."
"And that is how it is. I fuck Stewart, I fuck Paul, and they both know about it.
And the more I fuck one, the more turned on the other gets."
Without spoiling anything, I will say that the guy who I preferred and wanted Maddison to end up with, was the one who came out on top, with her in the end. Really I had no clue how the author was going to resolve the issue of a woman being in love with two men but I have to say she did it with perception. I feel like every part of the ending was believable and I understood every issue that Maddison had and why she made decisions that she did. Overall this book was a brilliant read and I was sad to finish it.
I rated "Sex, Love, Repeat" 5 Hearts
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I hate society’s notion that there is something wrong with sex. Something wrong with a woman who loves sex. I’ve loved sex for as long as I can remember. I lost my virginity at fourteen, when Gus Blankenship showed me his penis behind the gym, and I got so hot and bothered that I let him put it in me. Right there, with hard gravel digging into my back, his excited acne-covered face above. It was the best forty-two seconds of my life thus far.
That was back in the day. When fourteen-year olds were still pure, and not the makeup covered, push-up bra tramps that they are today. Sixth grade sleepovers are now orgies where the girls fight over who’s gonna get to suck the barely-handsome dad off first.
It’s all wrong, the evolution of our innocent youth into cock-gobbling sluts. Which seems hypocritical coming from me, but its not. I fuck because I love it, because I want to, it brings me pleasure. They fuck because they think that they have to – for the guy, for the queen-bee girl, for the proverbial ‘fuck you’ to society that they think it creates.
They have it so backwards, so twistedly screwed. Sex should be about mutual enjoyment, connection, the borrowing from another’s fire at a moment when you want it most.
I pity them, with their glossy red lips and pierced belly buttons. Because, when it all comes to pass? When they ‘grow up’ and getting fucked during halftime is no longer cool but suddenly slutty? They will feel dirty. Used. Ruined. Because they did it for the wrong reasons.
My phone rings, shrill and demanding. I sigh, the ringtone one reserved for only one individual.
“Would you like me to get that?” The soft voice of the masseuse matches the dim room, soothing sounds, and eucalyptus scent.
“Do you mind bringing it to me? I’ll put it on silent.” I push up, taking the cell and silencing the call, flipping the button on the side to mute any future interruptions. “Sorry about that.” I lay back down, holding out the phone, the woman taking it from me with a gracious smile.
My Mother. I will need to call her back, as soon as Kindi finishes melting every muscle off of my body. Paul needs this, to let this woman work her magic on his sore back and tight legs. But that will never happen. Kindi is a Stewart perk, her oiled hands rubbing me down in the second floor of Stewart’s skyscraper. That’d be combining my worlds, and as stupid as I am to have the two worlds, even I realize the danger in mixing their components.
I take a deep breath and exhale, intentionally relaxing my shoulders, her fingers digging and pushing, breaking up a bundle of nerves, the pain excruciatingly pleasurable. I push all thoughts of Paul out of my head and focus on her hands.
Author Bio:
Alessandra Torre is a new author who focuses on contemporary erotica. Her first book, Blindfolded Innocence, was published in July 2012, and was an Erotica #1 Bestseller for two weeks. Alessandra is currently working on the sequel to Blindfolded, which will be released in 2014.
Alessandra lives in the Southern United States and is married, with one young child. She enjoys reading, spending time with her family, and playing with her dogs. Her favorite authors include Lisa Gardner, Gillian Flynn, and Jennifer Crusie.
Author Links:
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Webiste: htttp://www.alessandratorre.com
Goodreads author: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6452845.Alessandra_Torre
Goodreads book: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18627715-sex-love-repeat
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