Sunday, March 29, 2015

Blog Tour & Review: Hard by Cheryl McIntyre

Title: HARD

Author: Cheryl McIntyre

Release Date: March 20, 2015

I have been staring at her for three months. Watching her. Memorizing her.
For ninety-two days, I’ve looked into those lifeless green eyes.
And for ninety-two days she has inspired me in ways I never knew possible. A muse, unbeknownst to her. Motivating me. Encouraging my darkest desires.
I’m a man who knows what he wants. And what I want is the beautiful and broken Holland Howard.
My name is Jensen Payne—photographer, autocrat, lecher, Scopophiliac. I am who I am and I will not—cannot—change.

*This is an Erotic Romance. Recommended for readers 18+ ONLY.

WARNING: This book contains possible emotional triggers.

HARD is a full-length stand-alone erotic romance novel (approximately 50,000 words).  



Hard was a story of a woman fighting for some kind of normalcy after living through a tragedy no woman or mother would ever want to go through, and about a man that is trying to fight the inevitable of inevitable hereditary genes.  This book will make you sob at one point and then turns in a completely different direction and turns into a Medium BDSM book.  This book is most definitely a little dark erotic romance and you will feel the steam coming off your pages.  I have to warn you some of the contents will be sensitive matters and may trigger emotions in you because god help me I don't what I would do in either situation these characters are plagued with.. SO I have to give this book a solid 4 stars and most definitely recommend to others with a slight caution tape wrapped around it.

Holland is not the woman she used to be.. she is broken and her demons follow her ever night in her nightmares.  She fled the only family and life she knew after tragedy struck her more than once and she never looked back.  She will never be happy again because she doesn't deserve it... when she comes in contact with people she puts on a fake facade but one man will make her actually look at him and pay attention... 

Jensen is a photographer and not just babies and rainbows he has a slight eclectic taste when he takes pictures and they have to be of woman naked and bound more so in erotic positions or in the throw of passion.  When he finds himself studying a waitress in a bar he frequents he finds himself entranced by the look on her face of being lost and tormented.  He sees something in her that he never wants to forget and he has to photograph her before its too late...

When Holland and Jensen finally given in to the desire they withheld for months... secrets will be bared.. lives be changed but can either let there hearts get involved.. will Jensen's need to be in control help Holland heal or sending her running away???  

Things in life are Hard and this book will prove to you how hard ones life can be in more ways than one.  Thanks for a ripple affect of emotions I went through reading this but I was happy how it ended and can't wait for more from this author!

Cheryl McIntyre is the author of the bestselling Sometimes Never series, as well as the Dirty series, Infinitely, and Dark Calling.  
She calls Ohio home, though she secretly dreams of living somewhere much warmer--preferably near a beach.  She is a mother, author, and insomniac, as well as a reader, self-proclaimed movie critic, and incredibly bad singer. Her life revolves around four things: family, music, books, and really bad scary movies.
You can follow her author page on Facebook where she lives part time. On Goodreads—which is like crack for avid readers. On Twitter, though she has still not yet mastered the art of tweeting. On tsū.  Or on her website.

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I have been watching her for three months. 

For ninety-two days, I’ve looked into those lifeless green eyes. Let my gaze slide over her flawless, pale skin. Fantasized about her luscious lips.

For ninety-two days she has inspired me in ways I never knew possible. A muse, unbeknownst to her. Motivating me. Encouraging my darkest desires to life through my work. Just when I was so close to giving up, surrendering to my unchangeable fate, I spotted her, and haven’t been able to look away since.

I don’t think she has a clue that my eyes find her the moment I step into this establishment. She’s oblivious to the way I always sit at the same table—the one with the best view of the bar. Of her. Unaware I spend my evenings watching her.

Memorizing her. Inch by exquisite inch.

Her soft beauty and innocent naivety keeps me coming back. Over and over, since the day she first served me. My cock grows hard beneath the shelter of the table as she strides toward me, her breasts bouncing lightly with each step. My arousal has nothing to do with sexual gratification. Though she has a beautiful body, curvy in all the places a man’s hands like to grip, and hold, and conquer, I’m turned on by the way she makes me feel inside. By the strength and craving and ambition she has unknowingly restored in me.

A man’s wet fantasy. A woman’s aspiration. My divine intervention.

“Take off your clothes.” My voice is gravelly and I hardly recognize it. I’ve imagined how she looks naked a million different times. Dreamt of this moment more than I can count. My hands circle around the device clutched in my grip, squeezing firmly.

One auburn brow arches as if in challenge, a silent remark to my lack of polite request. I mimic her, cocking my own brow, but give her nothing else. Manners don’t belong in the bedroom. This is who I am and I do not apologize for it.

I ask once—and only once. I offer a choice and they make their decision. After that, it’s my way. Anybody who doesn’t agree is free to leave. I don’t want her to go—I’ve waited far too long for this—but I am who I am and I will not—cannot—change.

She threw me off with the striptease and the drink. And that kiss. That hot as hell, fucking kiss. But I’ve had enough questions and more than enough storytelling for one night. Talking like this, sharing my personal shit—I don’t do it. I bind. I photograph. And I fuck. There’s no point in anything else.