Meet Reeve & Emily in First Touch by Laurelin Paige! This highly anticipated release is
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?
Panty Scorching: 5
Over All Rating: 4.75 Stars
Kindle eARC provided by Publisher
Reviewed by Robin
Emily is a little known actress that receives a strange voicemail from her old best friend using a safeword that means she’s in trouble. It has been six years since Amber and Emily played around and let men “take care” of them. Worried that Amber is in serious trouble, Emily hires a Private Investigator, Joe, to find her. When she finds a clue that she was last seen with bad boy hotelier Reeve Sallis, she decides to meet him and investigate Emily’s disappearance herself. Trying to snoop around and get close to Reeve leads Emily into a strange relationship where she isn’t quite sure if she’s more focused on finding Amber or developing actual feelings for Reeve.
“‘Look’—he fixated on our hands—‘I’m not going to tell you that I would never hurt you.’
Alarm skidded through my nerves with a delicious thrill, rousing my want, heightening my desire.
‘Besides, I don’t think that’s something you’d want to hear from your lover.’
‘Lover?’ The term caught me off guard. It also brought me to my senses. What the fuck was I doing? I pulled my hand from his and took a step back.
Reeve’s expression gave nothing away. ‘What exactly did you think we were talking about?’
I hadn’t been thinking at all. That was the problem. There was a pull between us—that much was obvious. I’d meant to take advantage of that when I was using him to find Amber. If I had a reason to still believe he was involved in her disappearance, this would be a victory. But now there was no reason to pursue him. There was no reason to involve myself with a man who was at the very least dangerous if not also a killer.”
OMG! This book…I really didn’t know what to think or who knew what or what was going on. Emily wants to dig around and find her friend but most of the time I wanted to scream…stop it! You’re going to get caught! She finds out hints that Reeve is connected to the mafia and for some reason, she thinks she’s going to be able to get away with asking questions. She suspects her phone, car and even she is being monitored by cameras and she still keeps investigating! By the end of the story, you wonder just what everyone knows and who is involved in Amber’s disappearance. Is Amber alive? Is she dead? What has happened to Amber? Although the ending is a surprise, I am definitely happy I read this book and anxiously anticipate the next because something just isn’t right with Emily’s friend.
This was not my first story by Laurelin Paige. I loved the Fixed trilogy and hoped this would have some mystery. I was not disappointed. There definitely was the heat factor and suspense is in this series too which I was excited about. Bring on the next book!
Panty Scorching: 5++
Over All Rating: 5
Paperback ARC provided by Publisher
Reviewed by Christina
Wow, just wow! I have no clue how to feel or what to say and it’s been DAYS since I finished First Touch. It left my head spinning, confused, and needing answers to so many questions. Once I got drawn into the story that was being told I was consumed. I couldn’t put it down!
First Touch is full of suspense, mystery, and oh so many scorching hot scenes! If one of those things don’t appeal to you I’m not sure what your looking for in a book. I will tell you all that it is a cliffhanger book. BUT for me it didn’t matter, yes it left me cursing at Laurelin, yes I’m dying for more. But aren’t those all signs of a great book?
I’m itching for Last Kiss to release. I’m on the edge of my seat waiting to see where Laurelin takes these characters next. Bring it on Laurelin, I’m ready to be shocked and wowed by your amazing wordsmith capabilities.
“Tell me something,” he said, overtly switching gears. “What’s with you and Chris Blakely?”
He’d been watching me at the Expo, then. Before he’d come outside after me.
His question about Chris was spoken casually, but it was purposeful. A more naïve woman might have missed it, but I was too experienced with men like him. He wanted me to know that I was in his sightline. That this was what it meant to be part of his life. That he would monitor me, if he felt like it; he’d rule me. And he expected me to submit.
I couldn’t decide if that freaked me out or thrilled me.
So I played coy. “He’s an actor. We’ve worked together on occasion. I guess we’re friends.”
I walked into the kitchen and got a glass from the cupboard. Chewing my lip, I filled it with filtered water from the sink and debated full disclosure regarding Chris…It was a long shot, but since I hoped to contact Chris for more information about Missy at some point, I decided the less I said the better.
I drank some of my water then set the glass down and leaned across the counter to watch Reeve. His fingers trailed across the spines. I couldn’t see the exact books, so I tried to think what was there. My Katherine Hepburn autobiography. My copy of Rebecca.
He stopped and pulled one from the shelf then flipped through it lazily. This one I recognized from the cover. PostSecret: Extraordinary Confessions from Ordinary Lives, one of my coffee table books. I collected them and had so many that most lived on my bookshelf rather than on my coffee table. This particular book was a printing of blog posts that shared secrets anonymously. Parts of it read like my diary, and I’d marked several pages with Post-it notes so I could easily come back to them. Reading it had always felt comforting.
Seeing it in Reeve’s hands, though, wasn’t comforting. He flipped through the pages, stopping on the ones I’d tagged. Chuckling at some. Growing somber at others. At one, he lifted his head toward me and nodded slightly as if confirming what he’d just thought, what he’d just read.
I ran through several confessions I knew by heart, trying to imagine which it had been—
“Again and again. Used.”
“I’m more scared of court than I was when he almost killed me.”
“I would do absolutely anything in the whole world if I thought it would make her happy.”
Whichever ones he was reading, any of them—all of them—were private. Too private for him to know spoke to me. Yet, I didn’t stop him. I let him sink one layer deeper under my skin.
It was bad enough that he was in my apartment—in an apartment that I paid for myself. His presence reminded me of a time when everything I owned had been given to me by men. The things I had now, though small in number and worth, were all mine.
Trying to distract myself from the anxiety Reeve’s invasion caused, I asked, “Why do you want to know about Chris anyway? Do you want me to fix you up? He’s got a fiancé, you know.”
Reeve shot me a glare. “Cute.”
He put the book back on my shelf and moved toward me. When he reached the counter, he said, “Chris doesn’t look at you like he has a fiancé.”
Ah. I’d forgotten Reeve was a jealous man. Or I’d underestimated the depth of his envy. Strangely, it was a fairly common trait of the kind of men I’d involved myself with in the past, the kind of men who had everything. I knew how to pander to them, knew what to say to put their insecurities to rest. No one could ever be man enough to compare with you, I’d say. It might have been what Reeve was looking for in regards to Chris.
But I couldn’t bring myself to give it to him. “A lot of men don’t look at me like they have a fiancé.”
Reeve leaned across the opposite side of the counter so we were face-to-face. “I don’t like that.”
Jealousy was generally boring, yet, on Reeve, it was fascinating. And, I suspected, dangerous. “You don’t? What are you going to do about it? Lock me up and never let me out in public?”
“I have some nice secluded resorts I think you’d like. My island properties are so beautiful you’ll forget you’re in a prison.”
He flashed his dimple. It was subtle, only noticeable when he smiled in a certain way, the way he was smiling now. And his eyes…I’d thought they were blue, but now I saw green flecks. They caught in the light. They caught me in them, made me feel warm. Made me feel trapped.
I stood up straight, distancing myself without moving away. “Look at you. Acting as if you have some claim to me. I think I already blew you off the other night.”
“Look at you, acting as if I’m a person that you blow off. I think I already warned you about me.” He was teasing as I’d been. But he wasn’t all at the same time.
My heart skipped a beat. “Another threat?”
“If you want it to be.” He looked at me like he had earlier—that intent way that saw through me, into me. Saw all my dark parts.
In a way, he was showing me his darkness as well.
My lip quivered, but I wasn’t scared. Well, not scared enough. “I do.”
His eyes sparked, and with that simple phrase, we entered into an agreement. He would have me. He would fuck me. He would bring me into his world.
And in return I’d let him break me.
Last Kiss (Book Two) A First and Last Novel
Releases June 14th, 2016
About The Author
Laurelin Paige is the NY Times, Wall Street Journal, 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 Game of Thrones and the Walking Dead, or dreaming of Michael Fassbender. She’s also a proud member of Mensa International though she doesn’t do anything with the organization except use it as material for her bio.
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