Monday, May 2, 2016

When I'm With You (Hope Town #3) by Harper Sloan: Review & Excerpt Tour



It’s nearly impossible to be surrounded by love but not understand it. My parents, my sister, and just about everyone around us has no trouble accepting that love. To give your trust to someone else and believe they would die before hurting you. I’ve witnessed it—I’ve seen the power of it—but I’ve also seen the pain. Because for me, I’ve only loved someone I could never have, and my biggest fear is that by giving her my love, all I would do is ruin her. I should have tried harder, but I’m not sure I can because I only feel complete when I’m with her.


The only time I feel like I belong is when he’s near. His infectious smile warms me straight to my bones. Any insecurities I have vanish with just a wink from him. A sliver of his attention makes me feel invincible. But all it took was one drunken night of truths for me to lose everything I had begun to crave. Now, I’m not sure how to move on because I only feel complete when I’m with him.

He said I was too young. I said he was perfect. He said our families wouldn’t understand. I said we could weather any storm. He said he would ruin me. And he was right.

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“I want you so bad,” I mumble through the arousal rushing and flowing over every inch of my body, tingling up every nerve and swimming around inside me in overdrive. “I’ve dreamed of this for so long,” I continue, my words coming out in a pant as I rock my hips.

“Ember,” he warns when I jerk my hips out of his unforgiving hold, giving us both the friction we’re in the need of when my wet and swollen lips slide against his erection. “Stop,” he barks in a deep rumble, his neck straining as he takes my hips again between his hands.

“Never.” I let my head roll back and start to pick up my movements, each thrust up getting the attention to my clit that has the burn in my core starting to fire up my spine, wrapping around me as it climbs through my body, gearing up to explode.

“Fuck!” he roars.

Before I realize what’s happening, he's flipping us. My head lands in my pillows, just a breath away from the headboard in the center of my bed. It takes me a second, still clinging to the climax that had been just seconds away from taking over, and I push my hair off my face with both hands. When I look down my body, I almost retreat when I see the feral expression on the man kneeling between my spread legs.

He takes huge body rocking gulps of air, his chest heaving with their power. His hair is a loose mess hanging free to dance at his shoulders, a few pieces falling into his face that he either doesn’t notice or just doesn’t care about.

And his eyes are focused downward.

If I didn’t believe he was fighting the same all-consuming feelings as I was, I would have thought that his downcast gaze was for another reason, but seeing those brilliant emerald eyes locked on my very exposed and wet sex, I know that I’m the reason he’s being slammed with a hungered need.

The power I feel seeing his reaction to my excitement is a high I never want to live without. Something that I will wake up thinking about and fantasize every second we’re apart, trying to think of new ways to make him come alive like this. That uncontrollable, feverishly strong emotion he’s wearing can only be an aftereffect of our chemistry. Until it burns so bright that it’s exploding around us like a brilliantly beautiful display of fireworks.

And with that thought, he makes a sound low in his throat, pushing forward in the next breath to cover my body with his as his mouth takes mine in a deep, bruising kiss. His underwear still keeping him from me completely, but that doesn’t stop him from thrusting against my body as if he was already inside me. Each time he slams against me, the headboard slaps against the wall and my eyes roll back in my head.

It was foolish of me to think I would ever be able to control this man once I saw the fierceness burning in his scrutiny break free of his careful control. When I try to push my hands into his hair, he breaks our kiss with a hiss and narrows his eyes at me.

“You’re not to touch me, Ember. Not at all. I’m so worked up right now because of you. I’m about to fucking come all over myself and the only place that’s going to feel my fucking come will be the inside of your pussy. Do not test me by putting those wicked little hands on my body until I can take my time to show you what it’s really like to take while giving.”

“Please,” I rasp past my dry throat, needing that so desperately.

“No, not please. From this point on, the only word I want to hear from your lips is my name. Moan, groan, scream out your pleasure, but you say no other word than my name. I want to hear you scream that, Ember,” he stresses with a hard thrust. “You don’t come until I tell you to,” he rumbles deep in his throat. I lose his eyes as he bends to trace my ear with the tip of his tongue before whispering against it. “And when you do, you had better do it loud enough to feel pain in your throat from the pleasure I’ll give your pussy.”

“Take me,” I beg, trying to rock against him, but his weight on me restricts my movements.

“Nate,” he grunts in my ear. “No more fucking words but my name. Know who is claiming you. Let the whole fucking world hear who is taking you and making you his.”

He runs his hands up each of my arms, stretching them out until I can almost feel the edge of my mattress and his hands are curling around my fingers.

“Hold on,” he commands with a wink.

About the Author:

Harper lives in small town Georgia just a short drive from her hometown of Peachtree City. She (and her 3 daughters) enjoy ruling the house they dubbed 'Estrogen Ocean', much to her husband’s chagrin. Harper has a borderline unhealthy obsession with books; you can almost ALWAYS find her with her eReader attached. She enjoys bad reality TV and cheesy romantic flicks. Her favorite kind of hero--the super alpha kind!

Harper started using writing as a way to unwind when the house went to sleep at night; and with a house full of crazy it was the perfect way to just relax. It didn't take long before a head full of very demanding alphas would stop at nothing to have their story told.

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Review by Yvette:

Anticipation. That's what I felt before diving into When I'm with You by Harper Sloan. A heart-pounding, impatient-beyond belief kind of anticipation that never fully dissipated during the short time it took me to devour this book. I love that feeling of complete and utter absorption with a book that makes you want to avoid reality and sacrifice sleep if it means reading one more page, and this book had me hooked from the moment an eighteen-year Ember had her heart obliterated when a six-years-older Nate failed to return her feelings. With a forbidden romance, a fast-paced narrative with elements of suspense, and a swoon-worthy love story of epic proportions, When I'm with You is captivating from start to finish.

Intense, undeniable, all-consuming chemistry: check. Face-fanning, blush-inducing, spiced-up love scenes: check. A romance that evokes that giddy, butterflies-in-the-stomach feeling: check. Unresolved feelings, a heaping amount of sexual tension, and an unrestrained, frenzied type of passion: check. There are many reasons why I adore When I’m with You, but the relationship between protagonists, Nate Reid and Ember Locke, is undoubtedly the main draw. The pairing of the over-the-top Alpha male with a heart-meltingly soft side and the quirky artist with sass to spare is a combination that’s both charming and entertaining. That’s not to say everything is sunshine and rainbows between them, though. Harper Sloan's characters have to work for their happy ending (which, I think, makes the end result that much sweeter), and Nate and Harper are no different.

What I appreciate about the narrative is that it delves into the backstory of Nate and Ember's friendship so we as readers could see how their relationship has progressed over time and how they’ve evolved as individuals. Because Ember hasn’t been a large presence in previous books in the Hope Town series, I had no preconceived notions of who she was and therefore enjoyed the process of getting to know her and connecting with her character. Nate, however, is a different story. When I would think of Nate, I’d think of the fun-loving jokester who would happily slip on a tiara and dress up like a princess to attend his niece’s tea parties. He didn’t take himself too seriously and it seemed as if no one else did either. This book, shows a different side of him...a more serious, more determined, and more responsible side. It's this side that emerges in his quest to prove himself to Ember and I was pleasantly surprised by the strength and purpose of his character.

With each book in the Hope Town series, I fall more in love with this tight-knit, boisterous group of characters. Not only does each book deliver an engrossing new romance, but it creates a sense of intimacy between these characters and the reader. It's impossible not to feel as if you know these characters on a deeper level and, as such, I've become invested in their stories to the point of obsession. But it's a healthy obsession, I think (or at least, I'm telling myself that). Case in point: after finishing (and loving, I might add in case it wasn't glaringly obvious) When I'm with You, my first thought was to wonder who would be next. Anyone will do as long as it’s soon…

*complimentary copy provided by author in exchange for an honest review

Rating: 5 Stars

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