venerdì 10 giugno 2016

Vivid Lies by Alyne Roberts Blog Tour

Genres: Contemporary, Romance

 Vivid Lies by Alyne Roberts 

Genres: Contemporary, Romance
Publication Date: June 6, 2016
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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.




Excerpt 1:

I walk slowly to the VIP rooms. I've only been back here a two other times since I started working here. You never know what to expect. My first was a group of girls that thought it would be fun to get a lap dance from a stripper. Jimmy thought that would be the best initiation for me. The last one was a rich, old guy. He watched. He paid. He left.
When I step inside the dim room, I lean against the closed door and wait for my eyes to adjust. It's dark with purple accent lighting in the ceiling and floor. I step up onto the small round stage, grabbing the pole in the center of the room and find my customer on the couch, waiting.
"Kane," I whisper. His arms are stretched across the back the leather couch, looking relaxed and comfortable.
I lick my lips and step on the small button on the edge of the platform. The music fills the room and I spin around the pole so my back is to him. Having him watch me across the room is one thing. Having him so close and all alone was different.
There's nowhere to hide. There is nothing in between us but thick air.
I use the pole as my only defense, using it for strength and a distraction. I hide behind it, sliding down the pole and spreading my legs. Kane's eyes grow dark as he watches me spin around and use my body as the only weapon I possess.
"Come here," he says. His voice is low and gravelly.
I step down from the platform and stand between his spread legs. He leans forward but doesn't make a move to touch me. I'm buzzing with anticipation. Any other client and I would be praying they kept their hands off. But Kane is different and I don't know why.
Maybe because I know his name or because I think he invited me back her for reasons different than any other customer would. Maybe it's because when he looks at me, he's not just trying to see what is underneath the clothes, he trying to see what is underneath my skin.
I think that might be worse.
I unbutton the plaid top I have on. I was going for the young and innocent look. It usually pays well. Kane looks up at my face as I reveal the red lace bra underneath. I crawl onto his lap and he finally breaks eye contact.
He drinks in the exposed skin. He sighs and I feel the puff of breath on my neck. I roll my hips into him and feel a rumble in his chest. His arms are still on the back of the couch but his body is tense, no longer relaxed.
"Are you going to touch me?" I ask.
The tension is sparking in the air. There's a current of electricity between us that is impossible to ignore.
"Why not?"
"Do you want me to?"
His hands leave the couch and I brace myself, ready to feel them on my body. They don't though. He grips his knees, leaning closer to me.
"I want to touch to you, Brooklyn. But I won't pay for it."
His words are clear even though they are almost a whisper. I pretend the words don't sting and bend backward, arching my back and putting my body on display, hiding my face. I feel his breath roll over my exposed stomach, leaving goosebumps in their wake.
I pull myself up and find myself staring into his face. I see the struggle there, trying to hold back. There's conflict swirling in those dark eyes. I see a challenge in making him snap.
"Then why bring me back here?" I ask, reaching back and unsnapping the bra. The fabric falls between us, forgotten.
"To get you alone. To see you dance and move for me."
"But no touching?" I tease, running my hands over his wide shoulders.
Kane licks his lips, and for a second I think he will break his control. He brings his face closer and I can smell the alcohol on his breath. It's faint but enough to bring back memories I've been fighting.
"If I touch you, I won't be able to stop," he whispers, voice vibrating with need. "What will happen then?"
His words give me chills. I can't tell if it's from excitement or danger. My blood rushes in my veins and my heart pounds hard in my chest. A knock sounds at the door, signaling the time.
"Time is up," I say.
"For now."

Excerpt 2:

I swing open the door and find Miles in the hallway. He's not alone.
Kane is glaring at him as they stand chest to chest. They turn to stare at me when they notice me.
"Brooklyn?" Kane asks.
"London?" Miles says at the same time. "Right?"
Miles brushes the madness of my hair out my eyes to get a good look at my face. I can tell he isn't sure who I am.
We never made any effort to look different from each other. We could have color or cut our hair but we never did. Part of it was because we like looking identical. We chose other ways to stand out from the other. If you want to tell us apart, you need to actually know us. You can't say 'the one with the short hair'. You say the quiet one, or the dancer. London or Brooklyn.
"What is going on?" I ask, my voice raspy.
"Found this guy sleeping outside your door," Kane says. His eyes run up my bare legs, over my thin shirt and back up to my face. "You know him?"
I nod. I'm not surprised to find Miles here. It's Kane whom I'm shocked to see.
"You know this guy?" Miles is looking between us, confused and angry. His eyes take the same path as Kane's did. "You should go inside."
"I did a shoot with him, and I would be inside if you two weren't arguing in the hallway like kids," I snap.
"I came last night in the storm," Miles says, trying to guide me back inside. "You didn't hear me knocking so I waited. And this asshole starts giving me shit for being here."
"You look like some damn creeper waiting outside their apartment."
Kane and Miles glare at each other, both looking ready to throw punches.
"How do you know Brooklyn? What are you doing here?" I ask Kane, leaning around Miles.
"Met her at Stephanie's. I live down the hall."
Of course he would be the guy Brooklyn danced for. I feel stupid that I even thought for a second that he was here for me. Now I remember why he looked so familiar when I saw him on the beach. I just about plowed him over as he got off the elevator in a rush that morning.
"Great, so he's seen you almost naked," Miles mumbles. "Inside please."
"I'm London," I snap, irritated at being bossed around. "He saw Brooklyn almost naked. Not me."
"I know who the fuck you are," Miles growls and I freeze to stare at him.
Miles has never raised his voice at me in all our disagreements. He is understanding, calm, and easy going. Now, he is aggravated, possessive, and losing his patience with me. The soothing blue I always saw him as was shifting to a dark green. Still beautiful but unknown, like a dark forest.
"Let go of her," Kane interrupts. His large frame comes closer, making me feel trapped and tiny between the two men.
The tension in the hallway is thick and heavy. I force a smile and put a hand on Miles's chest to calm him. It seems to work because I feel the muscles under my hand relax.
"Thank you, Kane, but I'm okay. He's a friend," I tell him, looking up into his dark eyes.
Kane's jaw ticks as he looks between me and Miles, trying to read us both. I can finally breathe when he takes a slow step back.
"You sure?" he asks me again, watching Miles closely.
"Yes. Thank you. See ya around."
I shove Miles back into my apartment, shutting Kane out in the hall. He has the decency to look slightly guilty when I glare at him.
"What the hell was that all about?" I hiss quietly, not wanting to wake Brooklyn.
"That guy was an asshole. He has no business with you."
I run my fingers through my hair and realize just how knotted it really is. My fingers get caught and I'm sure it looks like one of those cheap wigs you get for Halloween that never get untangled.
"He knows Brooklyn, Miles. And he's a neighbor. You didn't need to go all caveman."
"The hell I didn't," he almost shouts. "Did you see the way he looked at you?"
"No," I deadpan. "You're acting crazy."
Miles mumbles something under his breath and starts to pace. I shuffle awkwardly and watch him helplessly. The last time I saw him this worked up, it was our last night in Tennessee.
He stops and meets my eyes immediately. I smile at the familiar warmth I see in them.
My heart starts to race when I see them darken.
My heart stops when he starts toward me.
My heart explodes when he grabs my face and his lips touch mine.


Excerpt 3:

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 4:


Cold hands touch my arms and I scream, trying to scramble away.
"London? You okay?"
I look up into a dark and blurry face. Relieved that I'm no longer alone, I reach for the shadow, needing a guard against the elements outside that are tearing me apart. I clench onto to wet clothes and a warm arms wrap around me.
"Hey. It's okay. I got you," he whispers in my ear as he pulls me to him.
My vision starts to clear as the irrational phobia loosens its grip. I look up into the dark but concerned eyes of Kane. He pulls me to his chest on the floor.
"Kane? How did you get in here?"
"I picked the lock when you didn't answer my knocking."
Another crack of lightening vibrates my body. Kane tightens his grip and I bury my face in his chest. His jacket is wet but I can feel the heat of his firm chest under my cheek. It grounds me, makes me feel safe. The hallway lights up and darkens like a strobe light is on.
"Bathtub," I tell Kane, tugging on his shirt. My hands shake but I'm trying to shove down the panic bubbling inside me.
Kane helps me to my feet and takes me to the bathroom just a few feet away, using a flashlight to see his way around. I crawl into the empty tub, fully aware I look downright insane. I very well could be but I'm not in the right mindset to think about that right now. He closes the door and joins me in the tub, no questions asked.
I pull the curtain closed as Kane settles in, facing me. He looks even larger crammed in this tiny tub. His long legs are cramped up as he puts his feet on either side of my hips. I pull my knees to my chest but we are still so close.
"Is this better?" he asks quietly.
"Slightly," I admit. I can feel and hear the thunder but I can't see the flashes of light. Surrounded by the tile and Kane, I feel protected.
"Why are you here?" I ask.
"I remember Brooklyn saying you didn't like storms. I wanted to check on you when the power went out."
"So you broke in?"
"You mad?"
"No." I am relieved to see him actually. "How do you know how to pick locks?"
"I'm a P.I. It comes in handy," he admit. "You want me to call Miles or Brooklyn?"
"No. I don't want to be a burden anymore. You can go if you want."
I swallow the lump in my throat. Without his body heat on mine and his large arms caging me in, I might freak out. I can't tell him that though.
"I don't want to go."
I give him a crocked smile as another crack of lightening comes. When I flinch, Kane grabs my legs and pulls me closer, between his legs. He wraps his arms around my shoulders. Our faces are only inches apart.
"This is so embarrassing," I mumble, looking down.
"Everyone is scared of something."
"What are you scared of?"
Kane takes his time thinking. I can't imagine him being scared of much. He always looks so confident and in charge.
"Clowns?" I pause and look up at his face. I expected to see a smile or some hint of a joke. I only see honesty.
"Yeah. Clowns scare the shit out of me."
"But, they're just people. People who are supposed to make you laugh."
"They are creepy as fuck, London," he says, shaking my shoulders like he's trying to shake some sense into me. "With those creepy fake ass smiles painted on white faces. Don't even get me started on the hair."
I can't help it. I start laughing. Kane's lips are pursed as he watches me trying to stop the laughter that's bubbling out me.
"Not funny," he grumbles.
"I know," I say, composing myself. "It does make me feel a little better though. Keep distracting me."
Kane smiles and brushes some hair off my forehead. I stop laughing at the feel of his rough fingertips on my skin. I become aware of how close we are, intertwined together in my bathtub. I'm barely dressed and practically in his lap. His fingers slowly drift down the side of my face, tickling my jaw and wrap gently around my neck.
Kane notices it too. His eyes take in my bare legs that are wrapped around his. Our chests are almost touching and even in the little light from his flashlight on the floor, I can see my nipples through the thin shirt. More of my skin is touching him than not.
His hand moves down my bare shoulder, running a soft path down my arm. His touch is so light it's almost not even there. But I know it is. There is a path of heat following his fingers. He reaches my hand, running his fingers over my palm.
The blood rushing in my ears is drowning out the distant thunder. Our breathing is echoing in the small space and I'm not longer cold. There's a static buzz in the room, in this tub. I can feel it buzzing in my veins and in the air between us. We are curtained off from the world until a crash of lightening shatters the small bubble of calm. It rattles the walls and I feel it in the floor below me. The fear is irrational and I know this but I still scream and cover my ears much like the little girl I was did so long ago.
"Hey. You're okay."
His voice is calm, cutting through my pounding heart and fading rumbles of the thunder. His arms wrap around me and I'm pulled into his chest.
"Shit. You're shaking, London."
My teeth are chattering and my whole body is practically convulsing. Kane rubs my back slowly while keeping me tight against him. Even terrified, I feel safe and protected. He doesn't let me go or make fun of me for breaking down like a child. He just whispers calming words in my hair and holds me.
My body starts to relax and soon my shaking stops. I should pull away. There is something very wrong with huddling in a bathtub with an attractive guy that has slept with your sister. Kane can only be trouble for me. He's the type of trouble Brooklyn likes. He is someone Brooklyn likes.
It's so wrong but I cling to the feeling. I need it more than I need anyone's acceptance at this moment. The right thing to do would be to ask him to leave. I can't do that. Not when he is the only thing soothing my burning soul.
I'm sick of being lonely and trying to be strong. If Kane can chase the demons away for this moment, I can't turn him away. It's selfish and probably deceitful, but that little girl inside doesn't care. She just wants to be held and know that someone is coming to save her in the storm.
So I don't pull away and neither does Kane. His fingers drift through my hair and down my back until I melt into him. I don't even feel it when I start to drift off. I don't feel it when he lifts me and carries me to my bedroom or pulls the covers over me.

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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