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Today I’m excited to participate in the Blog Tour of ‘More Than Dare You’ by Shayla Black. This is an all-new must read single dad romance.
When I read the book description of ‘More Than Dare You’ I was fascinated. But when I learned this was book 6th in a series, I was anxious. Would I miss things from previous books? But I decided to sign up anyway and started reading as soon as I got the ARC.
In ‘More Than Dare You’ we meet Tracy. Tracy has been a womanizer for years. He isn’t one for relationships. But when he meets Maisey, she makes him want to be different. But Maisey is only looking for someone to make her feel good. So Tracy decides to start with making her feel good about herself and then he will do his best to make her see he can be the right guy for her.
This book definitely didn’t have a slow intro. We start right at the moment when Tracy and Maisey meet. And although I didn’t ‘get’ the back story of Tracy and his brother. I didn’t feel for one moment I missed important information while reading this book.
‘More Than Dare You’ was definitely a fun and sexy read. I enjoyed how Tracy and Maisey got closer and closer. And although I think things went pretty damn fast between them, I believed there story and I loved their chemistry. There chemistry was definitely coming of the pages.
What I loved in this book was the setting of Maui. Although there wasn’t a lot of talk about the island, I enjoyed the fact this setting was a little different than normal. Somehow I kept picturing The Rock though. LOL!!
But the thing I loved the most? The fact that Tracy really was a decent guy. Yes he liked woman. And yes he had a lot of woman over the years, but he was definitely a good guy. I really enjoyed that.
‘More Than Dare You’ was a fun read that definitely makes me want to read more books in this series.
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“I’ve never been good at that.”
Because she’s never had the chance; Thom didn’t make it possible. I have a feeling that she’s tried to fantasize her way into the experience she wanted with her ex—and failed. Her anxiety is an unspoken ache bleeding between us. I feel her wondering… What will she do if I can’t give her what she craves? If she’s not capable of feeling real pleasure and she has to face the fact she’s been blaming her ex all this time?
And underneath her worries lies a yearning I can’t resist. Not for me specifically…but if I do everything right, is there any chance it could be? Is it at all possible she wakes up tomorrow and wants me to stay longer?
What the… Why am I thinking this shit? She’s only here for a couple of weeks while she puts her ex behind her enough to date her new neighbor. Masey and I have nothing beyond tonight. I need to remember that.
But she’s in my head and under my skin. Sure, I’m attracted. But this is…different.
It feels like more.
“I have no doubt you’re better than you think,” I finally say as I cradle her cheek and slowly slide my fingers around her nape, curling the tips along the soft column. “But let me help you. Tonight, tell me everything you think. If something I do feels good, say so. If it doesn’t, I want to hear that, too.”
She licks her lips again, and at the thought of her tongue on my skin, I feel my knees start to buckle. “You do?”
Masey breathes the question like she’s not sure whether to believe me. I do my best to give her a reassuring smile when what I really want is to strip her bare, kiss her breathless, then rake my lips all over her body and focus on the parts that will make her sigh and moan and ultimately scream.
“Yeah.”
“You won’t feel criticized?”
“Positive.”
“All right. I will.”
“Good. Last chance.”
“To back out?” She shakes her head. “No. I-I want this.”
“This?” I know what she’s getting at. I have every intention of being the most accommodating lover she’s ever imagined. But I’m going to be an absolute bastard about one thing: she can’t just want sex. I’ve hardly touched her and I already know that’s not enough for me anymore.
“I want you,” she admits softly, sending my triumph spiking. “It feels incredibly intimate to admit that. I barely know you and I already want you so much I don’t understand…”
My fingers tighten on her nape as I start to lean in. “Same, honey. I want you, too. Now stop talking so I can kiss you.”
She braces herself by clutching my shoulders. Her palms are like ghosts, barely whispering over my shirt. But her fingers dig into me, as if she can’t quite keep her anxiety and her need to herself. “Oh, god.”
“It’s going to be good, Masey. I promise.”
I have no doubt about that.
She stops breathing again. Her eyes slide shut. She tilts her face up to me. Without her heels, she’s a tiny thing. I bend closer, closer, watching her lips softly purse.
My heart chugs. My blood races through my veins, searing muscle and skin. My cock, which has been hard since we met, turns unbearably stony as I inhale her scent. The beach clings to her—salt and wind and something sweet that’s purely her.
What if I’ve been looking at the wrong kind of woman my whole life? What if everything I’ve been seeking is now right in front of me?
This Blog Tour was organized by Social Butterfly PR.
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Maureen is a mom, wife, nurse, and Ravenclaw living in the Netherlands. She spends her days juggling mom-life, reading, blogging, planning date nights with her husband and working as a nurse. Maureen also is a big Anglophile, loves cooking, Gilmore Girls, Bridgerton and Harry Potter.. Always! Facebook | Instagram
