Tuesday, August 30, 2016

Release Blitz and Giveaway: Rushing In by Lexi Ryan

Title:​ ​Rushing​ ​In
Series:​ ​The​ ​Blackhawk​ ​Boys​ ​#2 ​ ​
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Author:​ ​Lexi​ ​Ryan​ ​
Genre:​ ​New​ ​Adult
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Release​ ​Date:​ ​August​ ​30,​ ​2016

The​ ​favor​ ​seemed​ ​simple: Keep​ ​my​ ​new​ ​stepsister​ ​out​ ​of​ ​trouble​ ​for​ ​one​ ​summer.​ ​

​ ​​ ​I’ve​ ​never​ ​met​ ​Grace​ ​Lee,​ ​but Mom​ ​tells​ ​me​ ​she’s​ ​a​ ​quiet​ ​and​ ​artsy​ ​college​ ​student​ ​with​ ​a​ ​troubled​ ​past.​ ​When​ ​I​ ​agreed​ ​to​ ​let​ ​her​ ​stay​ ​with​ ​me,​ ​I​ ​thought​ ​it​ ​was​ ​no​ ​big​ ​deal.​ ​I expected​ ​to​ ​share​ ​my​ ​apartment​ ​with​ ​a​ ​sullen​ ​girl​ ​who’d​ ​spend​ ​hours​ ​locked​ ​in​ ​her​ ​room.​ ​

​ ​​ ​I​ ​didn’t​ ​expect​ ​a​ ​walking fantasy​ ​determined​ ​to​ ​make​ ​me​ ​lose​ ​my​ ​cool.​ ​

​ ​​ ​I​ ​didn’t​ ​expect​ ​a​ ​woman​ ​with secrets​ ​so​ ​dark,​ ​so​ ​deep,​ ​I’d​ ​throw​ ​away​ ​everything​ ​if​ ​it​ ​would​ ​save​ ​her​ ​from​ ​the​ ​past.​ ​

​ ​​ ​Rushing​ ​in​ ​to​ ​do​ ​this​ ​favor​ ​is turning​ ​my​ ​life​ ​upside​ ​down—and​ ​not​ ​just​ ​because​ ​Grace​ ​needs​ ​her​ ​ass​ ​spanked.​ ​Keep​ ​her​ ​out​ ​of​ ​trouble?​ ​Grace​ ​is​ ​the​ ​trouble.​ ​And​ ​I​ ​want in.

Grace's father is overprotective to the max, ever since her little incident as a freshman in high school. As a result she's been sentenced to spend her summer before her Junior year of college with her stepbrother as her baby sitter.

There's just one problem, her stepbrother isn't who she thought he was. And, their paths have crossed before. Will the lines between wrong and right blur forever or can they resist the urge to take things further?

This book was a little bit of a slow read for me. Thankfully it picked up a bit towards the middle-end. As far as stepbrother romances go, I'd give this one 3.5. One click today!

Rushing In is the second book in the Blackhawk Boys series, although it said it can be read as a standalone I would highly recommend book 1 Spinning Out- Arrow's story. This book is Christopher's and and Grace's story. I would give this book a 4 stars and highly recommend to others. I love everything that Lexi Ryan writes and this series is no different. This is a step-brother romance/ college/sports romance which all three genres have become quite the favorite of mine, so I was really excited to read this story and I was not disappointed at all!

When Grace and Christopher meet they instantly feel a chemistry neither have felt for another before, but neither realize who one another actually is... when the truth comes out can they fight there attraction and move on with there lives or will it lead to a never ending love?? Obstacles keep popping up and other problems will stand in there way but will they make it work??

Get to one clicking to find out what happens in this awesome story.... and there is more to come from this series in Sebastian's story Going Under-- can't wait for this one!!

Rushing​ ​In Excerpt​ ​©​ ​2016​ ​by​ ​Lexi​ ​Ryan

Chris​ ​arches​ ​a​ ​brow​ ​and skims​ ​his​ ​gaze​ ​over​ ​my​ ​body—correction,​ ​my​ ​dress​ ​and​ ​Chucks.​ ​“You’re​ ​gonna​ ​go​ ​hiking​ ​in​ ​that?”​ ​

I​ ​shrug.​ ​“It’s not​ ​like​ ​it’s​ ​full-length​ ​and​ ​gonna​ ​get​ ​tangled​ ​around​ ​my​ ​legs​ ​or​ ​anything.”​ ​

His​ ​gaze​ ​drifts​ ​down​ ​my​ ​body​ ​again,​ ​this​ ​time​ ​landing​ ​on the​ ​thigh​ ​visible​ ​beneath​ ​the​ ​hem​ ​of​ ​my​ ​dress.​ ​“It’s​ ​certainly​ ​not,”​ ​he​ ​mumbles,​ ​and​ ​the​ ​way​ ​he​ ​says​ ​it​ ​has​ ​my​ ​cheeks​ ​burning​ ​and​ ​me​ ​reaching for​ ​my​ ​water.​ ​

So​ ​damn​ ​thirsty.​ ​

We​ ​finish​ ​packing​ ​up​ ​our​ ​lunch​ ​together,​ ​and​ ​after​ ​we​ ​put​ ​the​ ​cooler​ ​back​ ​in​ ​the car,​ ​I​ ​grab​ ​the​ ​park​ ​pamphlet​ ​out​ ​of​ ​the​ ​front​ ​seat.​ ​“Come​ ​on,”​ ​I​ ​say,​ ​nodding​ ​in​ ​the​ ​direction​ ​of​ ​the​ ​outlook.​ ​“It’s​ ​my​ ​turn​ ​to​ ​be​ ​in​ ​charge.”​ ​

The​ ​park​ ​is​ ​beautiful,​ ​but​ ​as​ ​soon​ ​as​ ​we​ ​enter​ ​the​ ​woods​ ​and​ ​I​ ​see​ ​the​ ​overlook,​ ​my​ ​breath​ ​catches.​ ​From​ ​here,​ ​we​ ​have​ ​a​ ​view​ ​of​ ​the ravine​ ​below​ ​and​ ​the​ ​creek​ ​rushing​ ​through​ ​the​ ​bottom.​ ​Mossy​ ​rock​ ​faces​ ​make​ ​up​ ​the​ ​ravine​ ​walls,​ ​and​ ​trees​ ​protrude​ ​from​ ​them.​ ​It’s​ ​possibly the​ ​most​ ​beautiful​ ​thing​ ​I’ve​ ​ever​ ​seen.​ ​

I​ ​head​ ​past​ ​the​ ​overlook​ ​and​ ​take​ ​the​ ​stairs​ ​down​ ​into​ ​the​ ​ravine.​ ​It’s​ ​shady​ ​back​ ​here​ ​and feels​ ​ten​ ​degrees​ ​cooler​ ​than​ ​our​ ​picnic​ ​table​ ​in​ ​the​ ​sun.​ ​

At​ ​the​ ​bottom​ ​of​ ​the​ ​stairs,​ ​the​ ​trail​ ​splits​ ​in​ ​three​ ​directions,​ ​and​ ​when​ ​I follow​ ​the​ ​sign​ ​with​ ​the​ ​three,​ ​Chris​ ​puts​ ​his​ ​hand​ ​on​ ​my​ ​arm.​ ​“Hey,​ ​this​ ​one​ ​has​ ​ladders.”​ ​

I​ ​arch​ ​a​ ​brow​ ​and​ ​drop​ ​my​ ​gaze​ ​to​ ​my shoes.​ ​“I​ ​can​ ​handle​ ​it.”​ ​

Something​ ​passes​ ​over​ ​his​ ​face​ ​I​ ​don’t​ ​understand,​ ​and​ ​then​ ​he​ ​sighs​ ​and​ ​nods.​ ​“Okay,​ ​but​ ​I’m​ ​climbing​ ​the ladders​ ​behind​ ​you.​ ​If​ ​any​ ​creep​ ​is​ ​going​ ​to​ ​be​ ​looking​ ​up​ ​your​ ​dress​ ​today,​ ​it’s​ ​gonna​ ​be​ ​me.”​ ​

My​ ​cheeks​ ​heat,​ ​and​ ​my​ ​brain instantly​ ​diagrams​ ​his​ ​words​ ​and​ ​starts​ ​analyzing​ ​the​ ​nuance​ ​of​ ​each.​ ​Just​ ​comedy​ ​or​ ​more?​ ​Stupid​ ​brain.​ ​“Fair​ ​enough.”​ ​

He mutters​ ​something​ ​that​ ​sounds​ ​like​ ​“Dreams​ ​really​ ​do​ ​come​ ​true,”​ ​but​ ​I​ ​can’t​ ​be​ ​sure.​ ​

The​ ​trail​ ​leads​ ​down​ ​into​ ​the​ ​ravine​ ​and​ ​along the​ ​creek​ ​bed.​ ​It’s​ ​so​ ​much​ ​cooler​ ​down​ ​here,​ ​and​ ​I​ ​love​ ​the​ ​sound​ ​of​ ​the​ ​creek​ ​rock​ ​crunching​ ​under​ ​my​ ​feet​ ​as​ ​we​ ​walk​ ​along.​ ​

By the​ ​time​ ​we​ ​come​ ​upon​ ​the​ ​first​ ​ladder,​ ​there’s​ ​no​ ​one​ ​else​ ​around.​ ​

“Ladies​ ​first,”​ ​he​ ​says,​ ​gesturing​ ​toward​ ​the​ ​ladder.​ ​

“Pervert,”​ ​I​ ​mutter,​ ​but​ ​I​ ​move​ ​forward​ ​and​ ​begin​ ​my​ ​climb.​ ​The​ ​rungs​ ​are​ ​coated​ ​in​ ​mud,​ ​and​ ​when​ ​I’m​ ​halfway​ ​up,​ ​one​ ​foot​ ​slips​ ​and suddenly​ ​Chris’s​ ​hands​ ​are​ ​there,​ ​holding​ ​me​ ​steady,​ ​his​ ​hands​ ​strong​ ​and​ ​warm​ ​against​ ​the​ ​backs​ ​of​ ​my​ ​legs.​ ​

My​ ​breath​ ​catches, and​ ​I​ ​force​ ​myself​ ​to​ ​breathe​ ​and​ ​find​ ​my​ ​footing.​ ​The​ ​feel​ ​of​ ​his​ ​hands​ ​against​ ​my​ ​skin​ ​causes​ ​something​ ​to​ ​swirl​ ​hot​ ​and​ ​tight​ ​low​ ​in​ ​my​ ​belly.

“Are​ ​you​ ​okay?”​ ​he​ ​asks,​ ​his​ ​voice​ ​as​ ​thick​ ​as​ ​the​ ​forest​ ​beyond​ ​the​ ​trail.​ ​

I’m​ ​not​ ​okay.​ ​I’m​ ​afraid​ ​to​ ​move.​ ​Afraid​ ​not​ ​to move.​ ​Trapped​ ​by​ ​a​ ​fear​ ​that​ ​has​ ​nothing​ ​to​ ​do​ ​with​ ​a​ ​slippery​ ​ladder​ ​and​ ​everything​ ​to​ ​do​ ​with​ ​falling.​ ​

Then,​ ​slowly,​ ​his​ ​thumbs begin​ ​to​ ​slide​ ​over​ ​my​ ​skin.​ ​His​ ​hands​ ​inch​ ​up​ ​my​ ​thighs​ ​until​ ​his​ ​fingertips​ ​skim​ ​the​ ​bottom​ ​edge​ ​of​ ​my​ ​underwear​ ​and​ ​slip​ ​under​ ​to​ ​trace​ ​the bottom​ ​curve​ ​of​ ​my​ ​ass.​ ​

I​ ​cannot​ ​breathe.​ ​

I​ ​force​ ​myself​ ​to​ ​turn​ ​my​ ​head​ ​and​ ​look​ ​down​ ​at​ ​him.​ ​His​ ​jaw​ ​is​ ​set​ ​tight,​ ​a picture​ ​of​ ​self-control,​ ​but​ ​when​ ​his​ ​eyes​ ​meet​ ​mine,​ ​his​ ​face​ ​relaxes​ ​and​ ​he​ ​shoots​ ​me​ ​a​ ​boyish​ ​grin.​ ​I​ ​attempt​ ​my​ ​best​ ​poker​ ​face.​ ​“Are​ ​you copping​ ​a​ ​feel,​ ​Christopher​ ​Montgomery?”​ ​

His​ ​grin​ ​goes​ ​wide,​ ​putting​ ​his​ ​dimples​ ​on​ ​full​ ​display.​ ​“I​ ​don’t​ ​know​ ​what​ ​you’re​ ​talking about,”​ ​he​ ​says,​ ​his​ ​Southern​ ​accent​ ​drawing​ ​out​ ​his​ ​words.​ ​“I’m​ ​just​ ​trying​ ​to​ ​perform​ ​a​ ​necessary​ ​rescue​ ​mission.”​ ​

“Do​ ​I​ ​look​ ​like​ ​I need​ ​rescuing?”​ ​I​ ​ask.​ ​Under​ ​the​ ​lace​ ​edge​ ​of​ ​my​ ​panties,​ ​his​ ​thumb​ ​strokes​ ​again,​ ​a​ ​long,​ ​slow​ ​motion​ ​that​ ​makes​ ​me​ ​want​ ​to​ ​close​ ​my​ ​eyes and​ ​moan.​ ​I​ ​resist​ ​and​ ​hold​ ​his​ ​gaze.​ ​

“Who​ ​said​ ​you’re​ ​the​ ​one​ ​I’m​ ​rescuing?​ ​Maybe​ ​I’m​ ​trying​ ​to​ ​save​ ​myself.”​ ​He​ ​drops​ ​his​ ​hands and​ ​grabs​ ​a​ ​hold​ ​of​ ​the​ ​sides​ ​of​ ​the​ ​ladder,​ ​then​ ​he​ ​climbs​ ​up​ ​behind​ ​me​ ​so​ ​his​ ​body​ ​is​ ​pressed​ ​against​ ​mine,​ ​my​ ​back​ ​to​ ​his​ ​front.​ ​His​ ​mouth hovers​ ​above​ ​my​ ​ear,​ ​his​ ​breath​ ​hot​ ​and​ ​uneven.​ ​“Because​ ​I​ ​swear​ ​if​ ​I​ ​have​ ​to​ ​go​ ​much​ ​longer​ ​without​ ​touching​ ​you,​ ​I’m​ ​going​ ​to​ ​implode.”​ ​

His​ ​lips​ ​skim​ ​my​ ​earlobe,​ ​and​ ​my​ ​eyes​ ​float​ ​closed.​ ​My​ ​brain​ ​has​ ​no​ ​room​ ​for​ ​sight​ ​when​ ​it’s​ ​overloaded​ ​with​ ​sensations.​

New​ ​York​ ​Times​ ​and​ ​USA Today​ ​bestselling​ ​author​ ​of​ ​emotional​ ​romance​ ​that​ ​sizzles,​ ​Lexi​ ​enjoys​ ​reading,​ ​sunshine,​ ​a​ ​good​ ​glass​ ​of​ ​wine,​ ​and​ ​rare​ ​trips​ ​to​ ​the​ ​beach.
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Lexi​ ​lives​ ​in​ ​Indiana​ ​with​ ​her husband,​ ​two​ ​children,​ ​and​ ​neurotic​ ​dog.​ ​You​ ​can​ ​find​ ​her​ ​at​ ​her​ ​website:​ ​lexiryan.com