Saturday, 30 January 2016

Blog Tour: Laurelin Paige's "First Touch (First and Last #1)."

The Hopeless Romantics Book Blog are pleased to be a part of the Blog Tour for Laurelin Paige's "First Touch (First and Last #1)."


When Emily Wayborn goes home to visit her mom while on hiatus from her hit TV show, she receives a voicemail from her former best friend, Amber. Though the two were once notorious party girls, they haven't spoken in years. Although the message might sound benign to anyone else, Amber uses a safe word that Emily recognizes, a word they always used to get out of sticky situations during their wild days. And what's more chilling than the voicemail: it turns out that Amber has gone missing.

Determined to track down her friend, Emily follows a chain of clues that lead her to the enigmatic billionaire Reeve Sallis, a hotelier known for his shady dealings and play boy reputation. Now, in order to find Amber, Emily must seduce Reeve to learn his secrets and discover the whereabouts of her friend. But as she finds herself more entangled with him, she finds she's drawn to Reeve for more than just his connection to Amber, despite her growing fear that he may be the enemy. When she's forced to choose where her loyalty lies, how will she decide between saving Amber and saving her heart? 


Wow! What a fantastic read to end the year with. This was yet another book from Laurelin Paige that is sure to be a hit. "First Touch" is my new favourite from this fantastic author. It was a story that ticked all of the boxes for me and ended with a jaw-dropping cliffhanger that left me desperate for the concluding part. I cannot believe I have to wait until June!! I am seriously wishing my life away waiting for new books to come out! Lol. 

Following the disappearance of an old friend/partner in crime, Emily Wayborn set out on a mission to track her down. This determination to seek Amber out led Emily to some risky situations and I became increasingly concerned for her safety. Emily, however appeared to be fearless and knowingly continued to put herself in dangerous situations to find her friend. I was on the edge of my seat and continuously fearing the worst for Emily. I really liked this gutsy girl and I hoped that her bravery would pay off. As I progressed through the story and discovered what awful things had already happened to Emily, I realised that she badly needed something good to happen to her and I hoped I would see that happen in this book. 

"I don't know what it is about you. But I can't get you out of my mind. 
You contaminate my thoughts. I keep remembering your body under my 
hands as I touched you. The parts of you I didn't touch. 
The sounds you made. You haunt me, Emily." 

Reeve Sallis was the male protagonist of the story. I found him to be mysterious, controlling and had an air of danger about him. For these reasons, I found it difficult to like Reeve, although I didn't hate him, he would have to change a hell of a lot to win me over. I truly feared for Emily as she found herself caught up in Reeve's world and I was apprehensive about what lay ahead. As I continued reading, there were a few occasions that made me wonder if Reeve did have a softer side and I began to feel excited about this new revelation. I suppose only time will tell if Reeve delivers in the way of romance, but I certainly hope that he does. I want to see Emily get her own fairytale ending. 

I'd set out to capture him and instead he'd captured me. I couldn't fight it. It was done.

The story that played out between Emily and Reeve was bursting with suspense, intrigue and intense passion. I loved every single page, with the story continuing to be more addictive with each new chapter. By the second half I was well and truly hooked and each time I had to put my kindle down, I was consumed with thoughts about what would happen next. It was definitely a book to make your pulse rate rocket! 

Though I'd existed before Reeve in bits and pieces, he had put them together and 
named me, and now I'd never be what I was before him. In some ways, 
no matter what happened with us in the future, I'd always be his.

"First Touch" is a book that you don't want to miss and it gets  ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️   from me. 


The first time I shared a man with Amber had been on my seventeenth birthday.

She'd been hanging around the neighborhood for the better part of the six months before that, and we'd become friends. We had the same taste in food and music and movies and, unlike the other girls we knew, we both preferred a line of coke to a bowl of weed. “Champagne taste,” Amber would say. 

“That’s us.”

Though we were both the same age, our lives had been very different. I’d go to school during the day, trying to pretend that my grades were salvageable as she’d watched The Home Shopping Network and ate Cheetos on the neighbor's couch. Amber had dropped out of high school, and since she’d also runaway from home, no one was pushing her to go while graduation was the one thing my mother demanded of me.

I’d hated everything back then. School. My mother. My neighborhood. My body. Everything but Amber. She’d been fun. Sassy. Sexy. She was electric and electrifying and everything I wanted to be. And she cared for me. Maybe even loved me. If I had gone to a shrink they probably would have said that was why I latched onto her—that I thought of her as the mother mine had never been. I knew how screwed up everything seemed. But who could ever know why a person fell for another? I only knew that I had been dull and dim and that Amber made me less so.

She’d also had things I didn't. Things that money bought. The clothes she wore were designer, her nails were always done. She'd lowered her panties once to show me her Brazilian. Whenever I’d asked how she paid for things, she’d always answered simply, "My uncle." Even as we’d grown closer to each other that was all she’d tell me about the mysterious relative.

"For your birthday," she'd said two days before, "I've got a surprise. Plan to spend the weekend with me."

So that Friday, I slipped out of school early and met Amber at the bus station where she purchased two tickets to Santa Monica. Though I couldn't get her to give me even a hint as to where we were going or what we were doing, I spent the two-hour bus ride buzzing with excitement. Whatever Amber had in mind, I knew without a doubt that this trip would be the beginning of the next phase of my life. I was ready. I was so ready.

Outside the station in Santa Monica, Amber bummed a smoke off a street musician and I scanned the street, taking in the sights of a place I'd never been. A red convertible parked nearby caught my attention, more specifically, the man leaning against it. He was older, maybe as old as my mother, but attractive. Not because he was all that good looking, exactly—though his body was definitely fit and trim—but because of what he exuded. Confidence. Assurance. Money. He drew my attention, and in the way that a restless, sexually charged young girl often did, I found myself wondering about him. What it would be like to kiss a man like him. What it would feel like to be beneath him. I'd had plenty of sex before. With boys from school. I'd yet to meet one who knew what he was doing, and though I would never have admitted it out loud, I was dying for it, thoughts of it never far from my mind.

When Amber followed the line of my sight, she dropped her cigarette with a squeal and exclaimed, "There he is, Em! Come on." 

"There who is?" I asked as she tugged me toward the very man I'd been staring at. 

"My uncle!" After throwing her duffle bag into the back seat, she jumped into the man's arms, wrapping her legs around his waist. Then she proceeded to make out with him like I'd done on more than one occasion with the boys under the bleachers at school. Never out on a public street. Never with a man who had to shave everyday.

When they had finished their display and Amber was back on her feet again, she made introductions. "Rob this is Emily. Em, Rob."

He may have said something to me. I didn't really know because I'd been too busy staring at her, my jaw gaping.

"Oh, Emily, he's not really my uncle," she told me as she jumped into the passenger seat. "Get in."

She'd misread the cause of my surprise. I grinned—only one of the many times I'd grin that day—and climbed in the backseat. If Amber hadn't been the coolest person I'd ever met before that moment, she'd certainly proven herself now.

Author Bio:

About Laurelin: Laurelin Paige is the NY Times and USA Today Bestselling Author of the Fixed Trilogy. She's a sucker for a good romance and gets giddy anytime there's kissing, much to the embarrassment of her three daughters. Her husband doesn't seem to complain, however. When she isn't reading or writing sexy stories, she's probably singing, watching Mad Men and the Walking Dead, or dreaming of Adam Levine.

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