Thursday, April 27, 2017

Too Hard to Forget (Romancing the Clarksons #3) by Tessa Bailey: Release Blitz w/ Review, Excerpt & Giveaway


This time, she's calling the shots.

Peggy Clarkson is returning to her alma mater with one goal in mind: confront Elliott Brooks, the man who ruined her for all others, and remind him of what he's been missing. Even after three years, seeing him again is like a punch in the gut, but Peggy's determined to stick to her plan. Maybe then, once she has the upper hand, she'll finally be able to move on.

In the years since Peggy left Cincinnati, Elliott has kept his focus on football. No distractions and no complications. But when Peggy walks back onto his practice field and into his life, he knows she could unravel everything in his carefully controlled world. Because the girl who was hard to forget is now a woman impossible to resist.

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Review by Yvette:

From book 1 in the Romancing the Clarksons series, I have been DYING to get my hands on Peggy's book, not just because her string of failed engagements undoubtedly held a fascinating story, but because the man she couldn't get out of her head was none other than a coach at her former university. A cheerleader/coach romance? Color me intrigued! Knowing Tessa Bailey, I had a sneaking suspicion this would be off-the-charts steamy…which it is. In fact, Too Hard to Forget is so unbelievably erotic, it should come with the warning “may cause spontaneous combustion”. Part forbidden romance and part second chance romance, Too Hard to Forget is a blazing hot, gut-wrenchingly angsty love story about forgiveness and moving forward. This book destroyed me but I wouldn’t have had it any other way.

Ho-ly hotness. I lost track of the number of times this phrase flit through my mind while reading Too Hard to Forget. Protagonists, Peggy Clarkson and Elliott Brooks, wreaked havoc on my emotions from start to finish as their tumultuous relationship is recounted and then rekindled. These two KILLED me. From the moment they reunite (and even before then), you just get the sense that there’s so much history between them, so many unresolved issues, and so many lingering feelings that it’s only a matter of time before one or both of them implodes. Flashbacks are interspersed with the present, combining the inextinguishable lust, unabashed need, and illicitness of their former affair with the regret, bitterness, and yearning they experience upon meeting again. These are two characters whose flaws are laid bare within the book's pages, which makes them all the more compelling to read about.

The combination of the vivacious, man-eating former cheerleader and the devoutly Catholic, rule-abiding football coach is absolutely genius because it’s unexpected, but so so so good. They have a raw, primal, almost animalistic connection that's indescribably intense, all-consuming, and undeniably riveting. Every time they come into contact with each other, there’s a frenetic energy that crackles with pent-up need and sexual tension – an intoxicating combination that I couldn't get enough of. These characters made my jaw drop and my eyes glaze over. They frustrated me. They moved me. They held me under their spell. They kept me on my toes so that I had no idea what would happen next but I knew I needed to keep reading. Peggy and Elliott got under my skin and ensured I wouldn't be satisfied until I learned all of their secrets, of which there were many.

Too Hard to Forget is not only my favorite book in the Romancing the Clarksons series, but it’s quite possibly my new favorite book of Tessa Bailey's, and definitely a book that'll be added to my top favorite reads of 2017. While a good portion of the reason for this is the intensity of the connection between Peggy and Elliott, it was another couple that story every scene and further piqued my interest. Those interactions between Belmont and Sage? I died. I swooned. I held my breath and devoured every glance, word, or touch they shared. I need their book like yesterday but I *think* their journey just might obliterate my soul. And I. Can't. Wait!

*complimentary copy provided by publisher for an honest review

Rating: 5 Stars

About the Author:

Thank you for your interest in my books! I'm Tessa and I live in the crazy, loud, overcrowded borough of Brooklyn, New York. I love it here. This city is a constant source of inspiration, which is why I've decided to set my most recent books in the Line of Duty Series here.

I moved to New York when I was eighteen, the day after I graduated high school. Threw my suitcase in the back of a Chevrolet Cavalier and drove across the country to find my adventure. I'm still finding it, little by little.

Thank you for being a part of it.

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“I don’t know, Peggy.” He whirled on her, closing in until she was forced back onto the desk. “I had an All-American on my squad this morning and now I don’t. That’s all I know.” He pointed a finger toward the window. “I solve problems down on the field. Saving people isn’t my job.”

Saving people. God, there was such a wealth of regret and pain in those two words. But he couldn’t hear it and she couldn’t address it. Letting him know she saw right through his fa├žade to the hurt beneath might force Elliott to close himself off. “You didn’t always limit yourself. Why are you doing it now?”

“Accepting things that can’t be changed isn’t a limitation. It’s realistic.”

“But how will you know if something can’t be changed unless you try?”

“When it comes to certain things, Peggy, trying leads to losing.” He was in her face now, the mint from his toothpaste familiar and inviting where it slid over her lips. “And I don’t lose.”

No one ever stood up this man but her, and she wouldn’t be cowed now. “No? You’re out a receiver.” She hitched herself up on his desk. “I’d call that a loss.”

The tips of his shoes met Peggy’s, his hands gripping the furniture on either side of her hips. “Who do you think you are, little girl? Coming into my office and telling me what I’ve done wrong?” His eyes were brilliant in their vexation, the attraction he was trying so hard to fight. “Where do you get the goddamn bravery?”

“The bravery is what you liked best about me,” she breathed, heat sizzling in a downward V toward her thighs. “Isn’t it?”

“No. That bravery is what almost led to my downfall.” His hands found her bottom, jerking her to the edge of the desk. “I resented it. Still do.”

“Liar,” Peggy whispered, easing her thighs wider. “You’re dying for an excuse to head for another downfall.” When her legs were as open as she could spread them, she leaned up to Elliott’s ear and let her breath shake loose. “One thrust.”

Elliott’s right hand came up out of nowhere, molding over Peggy’s mouth as his hips crowded into the notch of her legs. With a quick maneuver to recline her halfway back, Elliott’s erection found the apex of her thighs, delivering an aggressive pump against her underwear that sent a scream climbing up Peggy’s throat, only to be trapped by his hand. Knees jerking up out of reflex over the rush of sensation, an orgasm almost—almost— broke past the surface, sending her waters rippling out on all sides. Her legs wanted to hug Elliott’s waist, her voice wanted to beg for one more, one more, one more, but he shook his head, denying her, even though his gaze was hot, a low groan issuing from his harshly masculine mouth.

He leaned in and nipped the lobe of her ear. “Next time, ask for two.”

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