TOUR: Spotlight + Giveaway - Vivid Lies by Alyne Roberts
Vivid Lies by Alyne Roberts
Publication Date: June 6, 2016
Genres: Contemporary, Romance
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Two Girls. Two Boys. The math should be easy.
London and Brooklyn have shared everything their whole lives. They shared a birthday, a mother they never met, and a tragic past. Their bond is unbreakable and beautiful. The sisters may look identical but they are nothing alike. Brooklyn is the wild and reckless sister. London is logical and responsible. When they leave the only home they have ever known with their best friend Miles, their bond is tested. Miles finally sees Brooklyn and London as more than the girls he grew up with. He is smart and caring, everything London should want. But it might be too late because a new stranger enters their lives, changing everything. Kane is mysterious and troubled, with commitment issues. He should to be perfect for Brooklyn and her wild side. What happens things don’t go as they should? Nothing goes as planned. Things are never as they seem. No one is who they say they are. The lies are so vivid, they are almost real.
Kane falls into his sofa, leaning back. His eyes rake over me, assessing. I'm in a tank top with yoga pants and flip flops. I have no makeup on and my hair is in a messy pile on top of my head. I look nothing like the stripper he normally sees, but Kane still looks at me the way he does in the club.
He looks disheveled and it's creeping me out. He is always put together, ready for anything and in control.
"Dance for me, Brooklyn."
I shake my head but go to stand between his knees.
"Tonight I'm only dancing for fun."
"Who says I won't make it fun?"
I lean over him and he looks down the front of my shirt as I take the bottle from him again. The burn is less this time and I miss it. I like the pain of fire running down my throat. I can feel it.
"I was already having fun," I tell him, handing it back.
"Then why are you here?"
"Thought I was missing a party."
Kane leans forward and rests his forearms on his knees. I'm distracted with the way his muscles are flexing in his arms. A string of stars are tattooed up the inside of his arm.
"Lonely?" he asks, his voice low.
"Nope," I say, shaking my head.
"Bull shit." He rises to his feet, putting us chest to chest. "You look lonely."
I want to step back but the coffee table keeps me pinned in place. I look up into his eyes that are now clear.
"I'm not lonely," I grit out. "I am fine the way I am. I'm not looking for anything. I came looking for fun."
Kane licks his lips and I find myself fascinated with them. They look soft but they are strong and have the ability to turn me into a mindless body just craving contact like it should oxygen. I hate how drawn I am to him, but I love it at the same time.
"Well lucky for you, all I can offer is fun," he whispers, his breath fanning across my face.
"That's fucking perfect."
We slam together. The impact is hard and crushing, just like us. Rough and unyielding. My hands tangle in his hair and I pull him closer to me. Our tongues fight for dominance. Kane grabs my ass and roughly squeezes to the point it hurts. I love it and I bite his lip in return. I wrap one leg around him, needing to be closer. Never close enough.
Kane pulls away, eyes dark, lips red and swollen. A low growl comes from his chest and I'm lifted. He slams me down on the coffee table, coming down on top of me. My legs wrap around him while I frantically try to pull his shirt over his head at the same time. His large hands cup my boobs, kneading and squeezing.
"Off," I pant.
I need to feel his skin on mine. I'm craving it like it's a drug or the air I breathe. It's essential in this moment and nothing else will keep me alive.
He lifts enough to pull off his shirt off. I run my nails down his chest, watching the red marks follow. Between my legs, Kane pushes against me and I feel how hard and big he is. Every nerve in my body comes to life, sucking up the attention from him.
My shirt is pushed up to my neck, almost choking me as he holds it tightly. I arch my back, needing more.
Always needing more.
Enough is never enough.
EXCERPT
Brooklyn
Kane falls into his sofa, leaning back. His eyes rake over me, assessing. I'm in a tank top with yoga pants and flip flops. I have no makeup on and my hair is in a messy pile on top of my head. I look nothing like the stripper he normally sees, but Kane still looks at me the way he does in the club.
He looks disheveled and it's creeping me out. He is always put together, ready for anything and in control.
"Dance for me, Brooklyn."
I shake my head but go to stand between his knees.
"Tonight I'm only dancing for fun."
"Who says I won't make it fun?"
I lean over him and he looks down the front of my shirt as I take the bottle from him again. The burn is less this time and I miss it. I like the pain of fire running down my throat. I can feel it.
"I was already having fun," I tell him, handing it back.
"Then why are you here?"
"Thought I was missing a party."
Kane leans forward and rests his forearms on his knees. I'm distracted with the way his muscles are flexing in his arms. A string of stars are tattooed up the inside of his arm.
"Lonely?" he asks, his voice low.
"Nope," I say, shaking my head.
"Bull shit." He rises to his feet, putting us chest to chest. "You look lonely."
I want to step back but the coffee table keeps me pinned in place. I look up into his eyes that are now clear.
"I'm not lonely," I grit out. "I am fine the way I am. I'm not looking for anything. I came looking for fun."
Kane licks his lips and I find myself fascinated with them. They look soft but they are strong and have the ability to turn me into a mindless body just craving contact like it should oxygen. I hate how drawn I am to him, but I love it at the same time.
"Well lucky for you, all I can offer is fun," he whispers, his breath fanning across my face.
"That's fucking perfect."
We slam together. The impact is hard and crushing, just like us. Rough and unyielding. My hands tangle in his hair and I pull him closer to me. Our tongues fight for dominance. Kane grabs my ass and roughly squeezes to the point it hurts. I love it and I bite his lip in return. I wrap one leg around him, needing to be closer. Never close enough.
Kane pulls away, eyes dark, lips red and swollen. A low growl comes from his chest and I'm lifted. He slams me down on the coffee table, coming down on top of me. My legs wrap around him while I frantically try to pull his shirt over his head at the same time. His large hands cup my boobs, kneading and squeezing.
"Off," I pant.
I need to feel his skin on mine. I'm craving it like it's a drug or the air I breathe. It's essential in this moment and nothing else will keep me alive.
He lifts enough to pull off his shirt off. I run my nails down his chest, watching the red marks follow. Between my legs, Kane pushes against me and I feel how hard and big he is. Every nerve in my body comes to life, sucking up the attention from him.
My shirt is pushed up to my neck, almost choking me as he holds it tightly. I arch my back, needing more.
Always needing more.
Enough is never enough.
About Alyne Roberts
Alyne lives in Ohio with her husband, two dogs and cat. Working full time in an office all day, she spends her nights reading, writing or watching an entire TV series in a night. She refuses to grow up and loves Disney movies and anything with owls. She couldn’t live without her coffee or her furry “children”. Alyne wrote her first novel titled “Light to the Darkness” in 2014.
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