Character Tour – Passionate Addiction – Eden Summers

 
Passionate Addiction
by Eden Summers
Blake Kennedy Character Tour
June 7 – June 27
 
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He’s been her ultimate untouchable desire. 


Nothing says happy birthday like a rock god flying thousands of miles to surprise a woman he’s never met. But that’s exactly what happens to Gabi Smith when she gives her long distance best friend a flippant invitation to her laid back girl’s night out. She never expected to turn on the dance floor and find Blake Kennedy’s gaze holding her body captive.

She’s his everything and he’s never laid eyes on her. 


Gabi means more to Blake than life itself. She’s his strength, his savior, and the only person who helped to vanquish his demons. No one means more to him than his angel. So when things between them start to sizzle, he’s ready to fight for the future he never thought he would deserve.

Skeletons from his past will threaten his only chance at love… 


Blake has come a long way—with Gabi’s help—to leave the hell of his youth behind him, but sometimes memories don’t want to stay buried. Determined to stand on his own for once, Blake is willing to stretch the truth to keep his troubles from burdening the woman he adores.

Little white lies can create black holes in any relationship. Only time will tell if an Aussie with a heart of gold will forgive her bad-boy boyfriend or if the deceit will end his passionate addiction.
 
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What they are saying about me…
 
“Sweet Baby Jesus. I didn’t think the second book would rock me as much as the first, but boy was I wrong.” 5 STARS – Insightful Minds Reviews.

“Eden Summers has done it again with Passionate Addiction.” 5 STARS – I am a Book Addict & Proud of It.
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Inside Dirt on Blake Kennedy by Mitch, Mason,
Ryan & Sean
Want some dirt on the tattooed, smart-mouthed,
bass guitarist of the group? Well, Mason, Mitch, Ryan, and Sean are here to let
you have it. In the lead up to the Passionate Addiction release, the guys
of Reckless Beat want you to be aware that the famous bass guitarist isn’t as
shit-hot as he seems to be.

So here’s the dirt –

Mitch: The fucker snores. Loud. Not all the time. Only when
he’s really tired, but it gets so bad I’ve contemplated smothering him on more
than one occasion.

Mason: He never keeps secrets. In fact, he uses them as leverage, or
blurts them out at inappropriate times because he thinks he’s funny. He’s not funny.

Ryan: Blake is pretty cool. But his preference
not to drink alcohol means he has the perfect opportunity to set the rest of us
up when we’re drunk. I’ve woken up more than once with ‘Loser’ written in
permanent marker across my forehead. I don’t appreciate that.

Sean: My bro, Blake, is a pussy magnet. The tattoos, wrist cuffs, and
merciless raven eyes get ‘em every time. And you may think he doesn’t notice
the attention, but he does, and he loves it. Cocky little fucker.Inside Dirt on Blake Kennedy by Mitch, Mason,
Ryan & Sean

Want some dirt on the tattooed, smart-mouthed,
bass guitarist of the group? Well, Mason, Mitch, Ryan, and Sean are here to let
you have it. In the lead up to the Passionate Addiction release, the guys
of Reckless Beat want you to be aware that the famous bass guitarist isn’t as
shit-hot as he seems to be.
A Little More About Me
 
Name: 
 
Blake
Kennedy
 
Chief disappointments: 
 
The
mistakes I’ve made in my life. I’ve made some shitty moves. Onward and upward
though, right?
 
What do you look like? (Include height, weight, hair,
eyes, skin, apparent age, and distinguishing features)
 
 
Spiked dark hair, brown eyes and more ink than your local stationery
shop.
 
What is your most prized mundane possession?
 
Why do
you value it so much?
My first guitar. It
was a Gibson acoustic. Second hand, with scratches and a chip in the wood at
the first fret. But it’s a symbol of where I’ve come from and where I’ll never
go back to.
 
What one word best describes you? 
 
Damaged.
 
What was your family like? 
 
Worse than most but better than some. My upbringing made
me work for what I have, so it couldn’t have been all that bad.
What is your fondest, childhood memory? 
 
When my music teacher decided not to give up on me.
Instead, he dragged me into his classroom to spend his lunch breaks teaching me
guitar. It gave me something to focus on. A passion to divert my mind away from
family life and the kids who wanted to kick my ass for the threadbare clothes I
wore.
 
What is your worst childhood memory? 
 
There’s too many to name. Not that they were all crappy,
just that there weren’t many that were good.
 
What were you like in high school? What
“clique” did you best fit in with?
 
I was
the loner. The loser. The kid who wore secondhand clothes and got the shit
kicked out of me.
 
What were your high school goals? 
 
To make something of myself and get out of my shitty life.
 
Do you have a job? What is it? Do you like it? If no
job, where does your money come from?
 
 
I’m the
bass guitarist for Reckless Beat—the best fuckin’ bassist to walk the stage
*winks*
 
What is your boss or employer like? (Or publisher, or
agent, or whatever.)
 
 
Our label is…professional.
I guess that’s the only word to describe them without getting in trouble. But
our band manager, Leah, is a hard ass. She doesn’t let us get away with shit.
 
What are your co-workers like? Do you get along with
them? Any in particular? Which ones don’t you get along with?
 
 
The guys of Reckless Beat are my family. I depend on them
for everything. As much as the constant sarcasm annoys me, I wouldn’t change
them for anything.
 
Do you tend to save or spend your money? Why? 
 
Save. I grew up without money. I like to know I’ve always
got some on standby. No matter how healthy the bank account gets.
 
What bands do you like? Do you even pay attention? 
 
I like a lot of music. Especially some of the indie bands
coming out these days. I like to cheer on the underdog so I tend to search for
unknown artists and stick to the ones who move me.
 
What song is “your song?” Why? 
 
Ha. I actually created a song for the woman I love, but
I’m not going to give out any more details. You’ll have to read about it.
 
What annoys you more than anything else? 
 
Mason. Is that a good enough answer? I’m pretty sure the
whole band feels the same way. The guy is a loveable douche.
 
Would you consider yourself straight, gay, bi, or
something else? Why?
 
 
I’m not bi. I
definitely don’t like dick. But I’m happy to share the fun with friends. As
long as a woman is involved, I’m there.
 
Have you ever had a same-sex experience? Who with, what
was it like, and how did it go?
 
 
Apart from the time
Mitch crawled into the wrong bed and thought I was Alana, the answer would be
no. I gotta tell ya, the feel of another guys dick spooning into my ass isn’t
something fun to wake up to.
 
What was the wildest thing you’ve ever done, sexually?
Who was it with and when did it happen?
 
I don’t
really consider anything ‘wild’ anymore. On tour you have these nights that
turn into a blur of sex and carnality. I’m not a prude, so nothing seems too
wild.
 
What was the worst injury you’ve ever received? How did
it happen?
 
I’ve done some pretty
stupid shit with drugs. I didn’t receive any physical injuries but the
emotional ones cut pretty deep.

Prologue

Lost: Is anyone there? I need help.

Blake Kennedy typed with shaky hands, hoping one of the four people in the online chat room would respond. There hadn’t been any talk amongst them since he signed on five minutes ago, and he’d begun to worry they wouldn’t reply.

This was his last option. His only option. He didn’t know what else to do. He had no one to turn to. No one to trust. And if he didn’t pull his shit together soon, his life wouldn’t be worth living.

Modaroo: I’m here. How can I help?

He rested his fingers against the keypad. The tattoo marking his right-hand knuckles mocked him in thick black, broken text–Reckless. No shit. He should get “moronic” splayed across the other hand.

Lost: I need a distraction. I can’t go back again. I just want someone to keep me company until the burn wears off.

The demons were overtaking him, clawing, enticing—almost succeeding at dragging him back to the dark side. He huffed out a breath and wiped the sweat of exhaustion from his forehead.

The anonymity of the internet was his only solace. Support meetings weren’t an option, neither was rehab. If the paparazzi or anyone in the public found out about his problem, he would be booted from Reckless Beat and disgraced in front of a worldwide crowd.

Modaroo: I can do that. I’m quite adept at chatting about inconsequential things until I put people to sleep. It’s a female thing.

He gave a half-hearted laugh, and the noise came out stuttered, maniacal. This was good, though. It was a start. The pounding agitation in his chest even wavered, igniting a spark of hope.

Lost: So you’re a female and enjoy staying up late chatting in drug addiction support groups? Are you a moderator or an abuser?

Modaroo: Yes, I’m female. One of, if not the most stunningly brilliant females you will ever encounter. But no, I’m not a late night person. I love my sleep. I assume I’m on the other side of the world to you. I live down under 😉 And yes, I’m a moderator.

Blake’s cell phone vibrated on the couch cushion beside him with an incoming call. He rushed to grab it, to smother the miniscule noise. The laptop teetered on his thighs, threatening to fall.

“Shit.” Clutching the phone in one hand and the laptop in the other, he closed his eyes, breathed deep, and waited for the buzzing to stop. Each passing second tempted him, pulled at him, demanding he answer. His demons knew who was calling. He didn’t need to glimpse the screen to verify.

Seconds later, sweet relief rushed through his veins. He passed the first test. If he could ignore the calls, maybe he could overcome everything else. First thing in the morning, he would change his phone number. For now, though, he would turn the damn thing off.

He glanced across the hotel suite toward Mitchell Davies’ open bedroom door. The lead guitarist must have sensed Blake’s restlessness after tonight’s performance and had started asking questions. Questions Blake didn’t want to answer, or couldn’t answer, if he wanted to keep his position in the band. He’d only been part of the team for eight months and already he’d fucked up. Big time.

Lost: Yeah, I’m in the States. It’s three a.m. here, and I’m so fucking tired. I just want to sleep, but the crazy-ass nightmares won’t quit.

So tell me about Australia. What’s it like down under?

He needed to stop thinking about it. To stop turning every thought process into something that related to the white powder destroying his life.

Modaroo: Withdrawal can be nasty on your mind and body. Just remember, it’s all temporary, and it WILL get better. Do you have someone locally you can depend on?

And what’s it like down under? Pretty darn awesome. At the moment, the weather is hot, the air con is cold, and the beach is looking mighty fine.

Blake ignored her question. He had no one. Not a single soul, and he refused to tell her why.

Lost: You surf?

Modaroo: A little. I can stay on a board for about as long as I can hold my breath.

He let out another laugh. This time it came easier, more natural, less hysterical.

Lost: Lol. So in other words, you kinda suck.

Modaroo: Now, now. No need to point out my failings. I prefer to think of it as a balance imperfection.

Blake snickered and ran a lazy hand through the tangled spikes at the front of his hair. A total stranger, on the other side of the world, had made him laugh for the first time in months.

She was his savior.

Lost: Your failings are nothing in comparison to mine, honey. I’m going to lose the best thing that ever happened to me if I don’t control my cravings for cocaine.

Modaroo: Sorry, Lost, but please don’t use specific drug names in the open chat rooms. The reminder can be harmful to others.

Shit. The last thing he wanted to do was make things harder for another addict.

Lost: Sorry.

Modaroo: Not a problem. So is it a woman?

Lost: A woman?

He rotated his shoulders, cracked his neck, and stretched his arms above his head. The state of relaxation was miles away. However, each second chatting with this woman brought him closer.

Modaroo: The “best thing” you will lose.

He clenched his fists. Disgust and self-loathing were his companions, and he was too weak to do anything about it. All of this pain, suffering, and craziness because of one simple little thing—beauty.

Oh, and lust.

Lost: No. A woman is what got me into this mess in the first place.

 

About My Creator


Eden Summers is a true blue Aussie, living in regional New South Wales with her two energetic young boys and a quick witted husband.

In late 2010, Eden’s romance obsession could no longer be sated by reading alone, so she decided to give voice to the sexy men and sassy women in her mind. 

Eden can’t resist alpha dominance, dark features and sarcasm in her fictional heroes and loves a strong heroine who knows when to bite her tongue but also serves retribution with a feminine smile on her face. 
 
Stalk her… 
 
 
 

Character Tour – Deeper – Allyn Lesley

 
Deeper 
by allyn lesley
Character Tour



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Synopsis

Everything Avianna Linton thought she knew was shattered in one traffic stop. With her life turned upside down, she flees to the bright lights of New York City hoping for anonymity and a new life. 



Rising from nothing, Noah Adams holds onto his power and control with a bone-crushing grip. No one dared challenge his authority until her…



Avi’s disdain for Noah is barely contained, and Noah does everything he can to restrain himself—a concept he has little experience with.



There’s more between the two than either of them realize. A force looms near, hovering with deadly precision and motivated solely by revenge.



Avi wonders who her new friends truly are and if she’s already in too deep. Noah, accustomed to getting what he wants, will do whatever it takes to draw Avi’s in deeper.

Avianna Linton Interview

Tell us who you are in Deeper.
My name is Avianna Linton, but most people call me Avi. I’m a teacher in New York City.
Can you tell our readers where you were born or something about your family?
I don’t really like to discuss my private life, but I was born in a little town called Norland in
Florida.

Are you in love at the moment? And if so, what was the first thing that attracted you to that
person?
Right now, I’m single and ready to mingle.

What are your thoughts on some of the other characters in Deeper?
Well, I have to say I love Sofie, she’s my only friend right now, but she’s a good person who makes me relax. I’ve met her uncle and aunt who are also very nice. There’s also Noah…and, well, that’s just complicated *blushes*.
Is there one thing about what you do in Deeper that will surprise our readers?
Well, I-I don’t know. I hope when they read my story, your readers will be understanding.

Why should we buy Deeper?
allyn lesley’s brain is a twisted place, and like her brain so are the sub-plots in Deeper. It’s a story where everyone’s connected and no one is safe…not from love, lust, or even death.

Last question. What’s the one thing you fear?
Being found out.


Noah Adams Interview



Tell
us who you are in Deeper.    

The
name is Noah Adams. allyn lesley made me her debut novel’s hero because…well,
look at me. *smirks*



Can
you tell our readers where you were born or something about your family?
    

Buffalo,
New York.



Are
you in love at the moment? And if so, what was the first thing that attracted
you to that person?
    

Love, what the fuck is that? *sits up in
seat* Did you ask Avi this bullshit too?



*stutters*
Ca-can you tell us if you have a girlfriend?
    

Look, I’m a grown man.
Girlfriend? No. But I do think Avi Linton is sexy as fuck.



Um,
so what attracted you to her?
    

Her ass. Have you seen her ass?



What
are your thoughts on some of the other characters in
Deeper?    

Your readers shouldn’t give a fuck about
anyone else but me or Avi. *nods*. Now, Avi, that woman…



Is
there one thing about what you do in
Deeper
that will surprise our readers?
    

No, I’m a straight-forward man. I run my
companies and hang out with my close friends. I don’t fuck with anyone, and everyone
would be wise to do the same.



Why
should we buy
Deeper?    

Deeper is one of those books you can’t
put down. allyn put us all in some crazy, fucking situations; and the ways she
connected us all is damn good if I do say so myself.



Last
question. What’s the one thing you fear?
   

I fear nothing and no one.

Excerpt
© allyn
lesley 2015

Where the fuck is that little she-devil?

Zach pointed toward the dance floor, addressing his employer’s unvoiced question. “Under the ball.”

Clear as day, she danced way too close with someone who might soon leave the club with a limp. He blew out a breath. She knew better than this, yet she still tested the limits set up for her protection.

A restraining hand on Noah’s arm paused him mid-stride. “Boss?”

Noah’s eyes widened at Zach’s hand. Immediately, the younger man’s hand fell away, and he wisely stepped back. Even in the dim light, Noah saw embarrassment tinge Zach’s face.

“I, um. Excuse me, Mister Adams, but I can’t let you go over there,” Zach said, swallowing the fear his boss evoked.

“Let. Me?” Noah pointed at himself and straightened to his impressive six feet and five inches. “And who’ll stop me?”

 
About the Author

allyn lesley writes real stories about real people.



As a teen, allyn lost herself in the pages of some of Romance’s heavyweights, trusting that a happy ever after was just around the corner. In allyn’s own writing journey, as   in life, she’s learned that people don’t always experience recovery and restoration  after a fall. Her stories speak to the gritty side of life where the right choice isn’t always easily identified and happiness not quickly gained.


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