Monday, 26 January 2015

Blog Tour & Giveaway: Pepper Winters "Second Debt (Indebted #3)."

The Hopeless Romantics Book Blog are pleased to be a part of the Blog Tour & Giveaway for Pepper Winters "Second Debt (Indebted #3)."

Amazon UK:   http://amzn.to/1uL8b69
Amazon.com:  http://amzn.to/1EinNAP

Blurb:

“I tried to play a game. I tried to wield deceit as perfectly as the Hawks. But when I thought I was winning, I wasn’t. Jethro isn’t what he seems—he’s the master of duplicity. However, I refuse to let him annihilate me further.”

Nila Weaver has grown from na├»ve seamstress to full-blown fighter. Every humdrum object is her arsenal, and sex…sex is her greatest weapon of all.

She’s paid the First Debt. She’ll probably pay more.

But she has no intention of letting the Hawks win.

Jethro Hawk has found more than a worthy adversary in Nila—he’s found the woman who could destroy him. There’s a fine line between hatred and love, and an even finer path between fear and respect.

The fate of his house rests on his shoulders, but no matter how much ice lives inside his heart, Nila flames too bright to be extinguished.

Review: Surj Harvey

Pepper Winters has used this analogy (for different reasons of course) but the minute I read it, it resonated with me and my experience with her books ... so I'm pinching it (she does know lol). So humour me and close your eyes. Imagine your at a theme park, waiting in queue to go on the star attraction... the mother of all roller coasters. There's excitement dancing in your eyes yet there's a nervousness at what lies ahead. The butterflies are going crazy in your belly and the closer you get to your turn, the sweatier your palms become. You can hear the screams of those who are already on the ride and you can see the ashen faces of those who have just come off, but you've got balls of steel and you're not going to back down now. you've waited too long for this and come hell or high water, you're getting on that ride. You need to know what lies ahead... you need to experience it for yourself. 

And so finally you're there... you're buckled into your seat and you wait. The smile on your face is ridiculous because this is what you've been waiting for... right? And then your hear the brakes go and your cart starts to slowly move forward. It's all good. It's ok. You're being eased into it gently. It's not so bad as the cart starts it's climb... and climb... and climb some more. Suddenly the fear of dread takes over... shit... what have you done? You can't see ahead... You don't know what's coming... and then everything stops. You're cart is balancing precariously on the edge but you can't see down... you daren't look and so you squeeze your eyes shut as tightly as possible... and wait... and wait... and.... OMFG.... suddenly your free falling into oblivion, your stomach has bottomed out, your heart has leapt from your chest and you have quite literally stopped breathing. You are scared out of your wits but there is also something quite exhilarating about the whole thing.... and then suddenly everything slows down... thank the lord... hallelujah... you have a reprieve... time to gather yourself and mull over what just happened... f******ck!!!! Wow... I never would have thought ..... phew.... but it's not over .... and as the cart starts to pick up speed, you quite literally crap yourself. You hold on for dear life, in the hope you make it out with your heart still in tact.... and then bam... out of the blue again, you are knocked off your comfy perch and thrown into what feels like hell.... you scream, you cry, there are moments you even laugh at the craziness of it all.... and then STOP.... it's over. You breathe heavily, you try to calm your heart rate. you try to balance your legs which feel like they've turned to jelly and you think back to everything that's just happened. That was fucking amazing.... let's do it again!!! 


This is what reading a Pepper Winters book does to you and holy sh*t balls, I've just been through it with "Second Debt." This book was devastatingly beautiful. I laughed (yup, Nila and Jethro had me in stitches... who'd have thought Mr mean and moody had a sense of humour)? But I also cried... big heart felt tears drowning my eyes making it difficult to read. So much happened in this book, so many revelations came to light, I met so many new characters and I saw the true colours of some of those I was already acquainted with. I saw huge changes in both Nila and Jethro... some for the good and others that left me fearful. These two were playing with fire and it was only a matter of time before the whole house came burning down. 

"I won't ever ask anything from you." I flinched as if he'd slapped me.

"Why not?"

"Because I own you. Everything will be given, not requested."

It's difficult to write this review and sum up what I just read without spoiling it for you, but let's just say, we know this author likes to leave clues as to the direction the story might take (and of course this next instalment in Nila and Jethro's story was no exception). However there were a couple of things I struggled to work out which frustrated the hell out of me... yup, there were a couple of childish, stomping feet moments. It took twenty four whole hours for me to have a light bulb moment... the thing is... I'm hoping I'm right but that doesn't mean I am... lol. I could be barking up completely the wrong tree. If you're expecting all the answers, think again... if anything, as answers come, a whole host of new questions will arise. What I will say is, Mrs Winters decided to throw in quite the curve ball with "Second Debt" and I can't imagine anyone will see it coming. Pure genius move which has quite literally thrown the whole story up in the air.... where will all the pieces land that is the question and so I need book four like yesterday. 

I rated "Second Debt" ♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️

Excerpt

Just thinking of Jethro sent a spasm of desire through my core.

Dammit, what’s happening to me?

A daydream of Jethro slamming to his knees before me and wrenching my legs wide stole my mind. It was so vivid, so real—a trickle of need ran down my inner thigh. I gasped as I imagined his tongue lapping at my clit, his long fingers disappearing inside me—the same finger that I’d tattooed with my name.

Would I come harder knowing he touched me with a finger branded by me? Or would I hold on as tight as I could and make him work for it?

Oh, God.

I needed to get rid of this satanic desire. I needed to be free.

My eyes opened, latching onto the detachable showerhead.

I could do it myself…

My heartbeat whizzed with need. I couldn’t fight the churning demand any longer.

Reaching upward, I unhooked the showerhead and turned the water temperature down so as not to burn myself.

Feeling awkward and ridiculous and a hundred times guilty for what I was about to do, I braced my back on the tiled wall and spread my legs a little. 

My teeth clamped on my bottom lip as the water pressure tickled my clit.

Oh. My. God.

My eyes rolled back as I grew bolder and pressed the stream of heavenly water harder against my pussy.

Water cascaded down my legs while my torso shivered from sudden cold. My nipples stiffened as I wickedly angled the jet down and down until water shot inside me. Every jet and bubble aroused sensitive flesh, sending my muscles clenching in joy.

I moaned.

Loudly.

My legs trembled as my neck flopped forward and I gave myself over to the exquisite pleasure conjured by an innocuous showerhead.

Starbursts flashed behind my eyelids; Jethro loomed into my mind. I pictured him shrugging out of his black shirt, prowling toward me while unbuckling his belt and unzipping his trousers. I moaned again as my daydream shed his clothing and stood proud and naked before me. He grabbed his cock, pumping himself hard and firm, while his eyes feasted on what I was doing. He didn’t say a word, only watched, then crooked his finger and beckoned me closer.

My heartbeat exceeded recommended limits as I forced myself higher and higher, locking my knees against buckling as an orgasm brewed into being. I rocked the showerhead, biting my lip as the pressure spurted over my clit and then inside me. The rhythm I set was exactly like fucking and I daren’t overthink how I looked or how depraved I felt getting off this way.

My daydream forced its way past my misgivings. My forehead furrowed as I trembled, both welcoming and fighting an orgasm.

Daydream Jethro crept closer, working his cock, a dangerous glint in his eyes. The moment I was within grabbing distance, he captured my waist. “I need to be inside you, Nila.” I put words into Jethro’s mouth, but it was his voice I heard in my heart.

I moaned again, angling the showerhead harder against my clit.

“How do you want it?” my fantasy whispered in my ear as he spun me around and pressed me hard against the wall.

I swallowed hard, answering in my mind. “Fast and…”

“Filthy?” Daydream Jethro’s nose nuzzled the back of my ear, sending shockwaves down my spine. “I can fuck you filthy.”

I couldn’t speak. But I didn’t have to. My fantasy knew exactly how I needed it. Jethro bit the back of my shoulder, spreading my legs wider with his.

“Fuck me, Jethro Hawk,” I whispered.

“Oh, I will. Believe me, I will.” Without further warning, he dug his fingers into my hips and slammed inside me.

My fingers went numb as I slid the showerhead from clit to entrance. I cried out as water shot inside at the same time as Jethro thrust into me from behind, sliding deep and fast, stretching me deliciously painfully.

My heart exploded with bliss. An orgasm squeezed every atom, getting ready to hurl me into the stratosphere.

Jethro thrust again and I rode my new friend the showerhead.

“Oh, God. Yes,” I hissed, rocking harder. “Yes, yes…”

A masculine cough sounded. “You continue to surprise me, Ms. Weaver; at least this time, I rather enjoy it.”

Everything crashed into awareness. My daydream shattered, fracturing by my feet like broken glass. I squealed and dropped the showerhead. It turned into a water snake, spewing water left and right, wriggling like some terrible demon.

Jethro snickered. “You’re using up the entire Hall’s supply of hot water. Are you planning on saving some for the rest of the inhabitants of my home?”


Author Bio:

Pepper Winters wears many roles. Some of them include writer, reader, sometimes wife. She loves dark, taboo stories that twist with your head. The more tortured the hero, the better, and she constantly thinks up ways to break and fix her characters. Oh, and sex... her books have sex. 

She loves to travel and has an amazing, fabulous hubby who puts up with her love affair with her book boyfriends. 

Her Dark Erotica books include:

Tears of Tess (Monsters in the Dark #1)

Quintessentially Q (Monsters in the Dark #2)

Her Grey Romance books include:

Destroyed

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