Undo Me by M. Robinson ~Blog Tour w/ Review & Excerpt

UNDOMEBANNERUndo Me: The Good Ol’ Boys
By Best Selling Author M. Robinson
Cover Design: The Final Wrap

MRobinson_UndoMe_EcoverI met her when I was sixteen.
I fell in love with her when I was seventeen.
She brought me to my knees when I was twenty.
I loved her against reason.
I loved her against hope.
I loved her against all odds.
Now she’s back, a constant reminder of what I lost, what could have been.
I hate her.
I resent her.
I still love her.
Can I forgive her…

Will she be my end once again or my beginning?

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Storyline: 5
Angst: 4
Tissue: 3
Value: 5
Panty Scorching: 5
Over All Rating: 5
Kindle eARC
Reviewed by Lindsey

M. Robinson kills it again. This is the third book in the Good Ole Boy series and it was kick ass. I loved Dylan and Aubrey. Their story was not an easy one by any means. But it was probably my favorite so far out of this series.

Dylan is an asshole. But OMG do you fall for him and his dirty boy ways. I sure as hell did. He’s funny, hot, and a dirty mouth to boot! He made me laugh cry and freakin yell at a couple points but he’s worth the emotions.

Aubrey was such a good girl. But damn she’s a strong woman. She’s a fighter and a survivor. I’ve never felt like I wanted to hug someone in a book more than I do her. She’s sassy and fun and does not take Dylans bullshit, love that about her. She calls him out on everything, which makes him better for her.

Their story wad a difficult one but so worth the angst and tears. I love Dylan and Aubrey so hard! M. Robinson you freakin rock!



He pulled back a little, resting his forehead on mine to look into my eyes. To cripple me in ways I never thought possible. There was a hunger in his glare that I couldn’t quite place, he wasn’t even touching me and yet I still felt him all over. Both of us were panting, our breathing mirroring one another’s, our hearts escalating higher and higher and beating beside each other.

So intense.

So consuming.

So mind-blowing.

In that second, in that minute, in that hour… I wanted him.

I wanted his touch, I wanted his kiss, I wanted his taste, I wanted all his movements, all his adoration and his love, all his devotion, his laugh, his smile, everything, anything.

Every. Last. Part.


I reached for the front of his shirt, unbuttoning it and pulling it away from his body and he let me. I touched the pulse of his neck, down to his heart, passed his taut abs until I reached his belt. The warmth and velvetiness of his skin made my sex clench and my stomach flutter. The butterfly feeling never got old. It was becoming one of my favorite feelings.

A feeling only he could ignite in me.

I gasped when he unexpectedly gripped my hand, stopping me.

“Are you sure?” he huskily rasped, my favorite sound in the world.

Before I could assure him, tell him what I felt so deeply in my heart, tell him how much he meant to me, how much I wanted to be his and only his, how much I wanted him to undo me.

Own me.

He hoarsely murmured against my lips, “Suga’ once I start there will be no going back. I won’t stop until I’ve explored every last inch of your flesh… until I’m etched so far into your heart that you’ll never be able to touch your skin and not feel me.”

With wide eyes I swallowed hard and breathed out, “Promise?”


He let go of my hand and I unclasped his belt, next were his slacks, pulling them apart and lowering the zipper. Before I could touch him where I really wanted to, where I had been craving since the second I saw him in his black tuxedo, he slapped my hand away.

“This isn’t about me. This is about you.”

His gaze set me on fire, my heart kicked into overdrive. I loved having him look at me like that. Knowing I never wanted him to stop looking at me in that way, the way that made me feel like we were the only two people in the world, like I was the only girl in the world. He had my heart in his hands, to do what he pleased with.

I knew right then and there that I would never be able to go without him.

He licked his lips and leaned in to kiss me. The second his tongue touched mine, it turned into its own moment, its own creation, its own world. His body fell forward and mine backward, pushing me further into my mattress. My legs spread wider and he readily lay in between them, placing all his weight on his arms that were cradling my face. The room was dim, but I could sense him everywhere and all at once.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Aubrey. So damn beautiful,” he groaned into the side of my neck as he placed soft kisses down to my cleavage and toward my nipple. He sucked it into his mouth as his hand caressed my other breast, leaving me withering beneath him. Chills running up and down my waiting body. My back arched off the bed, wanting more and he obliged. I could feel his erection on my wet core as he purposely moved his hips, grinding against my heat, creating a delicious tingling that I felt all over.

I sucked in my bottom lip to conceal the moan that was about to escape.

“Darlin’, I want you to make every fucking noise possible. Do you understand me?”

I moaned in response and it earned me a forceful yet tender caress of his hand against my clit. He manipulated my bundle of nerves and within minutes my legs started to shake and I couldn’t keep my eyes open. He effortlessly made his way down my body, pushing his fingers into my opening and sucking on my nub in a back and forth motion.

My hands immediately gripped his hair and he grunted in satisfaction. I couldn’t take it anymore, the room started to spin and my breathing faltered.

“Hmm… ah… mmm…” I exhaled.

The next thing I knew, he was kissing me, and I tasted myself all over his mouth. It was intoxicating as much as it was arousing. He knew my body better than I did, spending hours upon hours exploring it until he memorized every last curve.

I heard a rustling of some sort and opened my eyes to see that he was opening a condom as he kicked off his slacks and boxer briefs. I watched with fascinated eyes as he rolled it up his big, hard cock, barely being able to contain my need for his body to once again be on top of mine.

He kissed me again, giving me exactly what I craved and placed the tip of his dick at my opening.

“I love you,” he whispered in between kissing me.

“I love you, too. More than anything,” I murmured, not breaking our kiss and eye contact.


About The Author

612MFqA016L._UX250_M. Robinson loves to read. She favors anything that has angst, romance, triangles, cheating, love, and of course sex! She has been reading since the Babysitters Club and R.L. Stein.

She was born in New Jersey but was raised in Tampa Fl. She is currently pursuing her Ph.D in psychology, with two years left.

She is married to an amazing man who she loves to pieces. They have two German Shepherd mixes and a Tabby cat.

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