Tuesday, January 6, 2015

Blog Tour: No One's Surrender (Chadwell Hearts #3) by Kelly Walker

No One's Surrender (Chadwell Hearts #3)
Release Date: December 29, 2014
Genre: Adult, Contemporary Romance
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Chelsea Arnold is not a Chadwell, as her mother incessantly reminds her. 

And if she doesn’t learn to play the game, she’ll never see a dime of her new step-daddy’s money. So Chelsea puts on the act and dutifully follows the Chadwell family rules: everyone has to work in the family bar to learn life lessons. Little do they know, she already knows the biggest lesson of all: the best thing to be is underestimated. Then they’ll never see you coming. And in a few more weeks when she’s tucked enough cash away, she’ll be out of here, leaving her new family and her washed-up mother behind, because all Chelsea wants is freedom. Inheritance be damned.

But when her step-father learns he has a son he never knew about, it throws her plan off the tracks. While another son and an ex-wife sharing her husband’s affections are too much for Chelsea’s mother to handle and she heads for the hills, the rough around the edges Warren “Ware” Chadwell is enough to tempt Chelsea to stay. Despite the fact that all he has to offer is everything she’s determined to shy away from, the boy from the wrong side of the tracks knows how to push her buttons in all the right ways, no matter how wrong it is.

I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to break the tenderness of the moment, or I was going to forget myself. I mean really, could she be any more adorable? Somehow tonight has deviated from plan. I was thinking about one thing and one thing only when I followed her up those rickety ass steps. Sex. Hot, scorching, bad memory banishing sex.
And then she went all sweet, shy and sympathetic on me, actually worried about my lip. As if her nerves weren’t endearing enough, man… I don’t remember the last time someone looked at me with such care. It’s usually me doing the taking care of, and I definitely don’t like to be babied. I could have bent her over the counter right then and been done with all of this, but the uncertainty in her eyes snapped a leash around my neck, and suddenly instead of thinking of how fast could I bury myself in her, all I could see was a need to put her at ease.
Mission accomplished.
Now back to the regularly scheduled program. This commercial break has been brought to you by the letter B for bring on the booty call. I’ve got her thrown over my shoulder, caveman style, and I’m ready to get this show on the road. Following her directions, I open the second door on the left, finding a chalk gray bedroom. Chelsea squeals as I toss her from my shoulder into the center of the bed, then step back to admire the view. “Don’t move,” I demand.
Defiance flashes in her eyes. “And if I do?” She lifts herself up on her elbows.
I shrug as if it doesn’t matter. “Your loss.”
I can tell this throws her. She doesn’t have a quick remark ready. I both love and hate that smart mouth of hers. I wrench my t-shirt over my head and toss it to the side, trying not to wince as my shoulder protests, another by-product of the fight downstairs. Chelsea’s eyes gleam and she flicks her warm tongue over her lips as she drinks in the sight of my bare chest with a thirsty gaze. I don’t work out—I don’t have time—but hard work has it’s benefits. My grandparents have a small farm, and when I’m not there working the fields and the stock, I’m at my cousin’s auto shop downtown fixing cars. Neither are anything fancy, but they pay the bills, and keep me honest.
Now shirtless, I step to the bed and place each of my hands on one of Chelsea’s thighs, deftly spreading then. Her lips form a little O but she doesn’t speak. I get the impression she’s not used to having anyone take control with her, and that only excites me more. I know I don’t have much to offer a girl, just myself, so I’ve got to be good at it. If she’ll let me, I intend to rock her world and give her a night to remember, even if it’s only one. There wasn’t much free entertainment in my little town—just drinking and fucking—and as a result I’ve perfected both.
Her hands grip my shoulders for a brief moment, but I’m not having it. Pinning her body with my hips, her legs wide open beneath me, I wrap my hands around her wrists and press them to the bed above her head, resting my weight on my elbows so I don’t hurt her. “Do you trust me?”
“Fuck no. I don’t know you.”
Fair enough. She’s so much smarter than most women. “Do you trust that I can make you feel good?”
She huffs out a charged breath, then nods, her eyes wide with both wariness and wanting.
“Then let me. Let me control your pleasure and I promise you won’t regret it. For just tonight, put yourself entirely in my hands. Let me give you what you were craving when you invited me up here.”
It’s blatantly obvious the moment she accepts my proposition. The tension leaves her body and she melts beneath me. The heat between my dick and her core is already searing, and we’re both still clothed. Her legs spread more, inviting me in, surrendering.

Kelly Walker is a YA and NA author of several romantic titles, including the Souls of the Stones series. She has an unhealthy appreciation for chocolate, and a soft spot for rescued animals. Her best lessons on writing came from a lifetime of reading. She loves the fantastical, and the magical, and believes a captivating romance can be the most realistic magic of all. Kelly, her husband and her two children share their Virginia home with three dogs who walk her, and two cats who permit her to occasionally share their couch.


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