Today we have the blog tour for Love Me Crazy by Camden Leigh. We are so excited to share this fantastic new contemporary romance with you! Be sure to check it out and grab your copy today!
About Love Me Crazy:
“We’re broken in the most screwed-up perfect way. It was inevitable we’d end up together.”
Cassidy Beck is focused on one thing, and one thing only: planning the Southern wedding of the century in Lucas Hill, South Carolina. Fresh from a tragic breakup, Cassidy’s not in the mood for any distractions. But when antebellum hottie Quinn Covington arrives in all his sexy, tattooed glory, he might prove to be the biggest distraction of them all.
MIA ever since his father’s death, Quinn doesn’t plan to stay any longer than it takes to start his dad’s vintage truck. But the sight of Cassidy trying to fend off his family’s pet turkey sends him for a loop. Red-haired and fierce, she’s just as broken as he is. But even though Cassidy’s past makes her the only one able to understand Quinn’s own scars, they also make her wary. After all, how can she trust him with her heart when everyone else she’s ever given it to has thrown it away?
Sexy, heart-wrenching, and full of Southern charm, this new contemporary romance from Camden Leigh shows just what happens when two people who are perfectly broken end up piecing each other back together.
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About Camden Leigh:
Camden Leigh is a sucker for first kisses, first hook-ups and anything that adds the unforgettable first sparks of love–humor, seduction, hot-n-sexy bods, angsty determination...what have you! Her stories expose the real dirt, grime and grit that befalls a seemingly perfect relationship, the heartache as a result, and the growth, perseverance and strength it takes to make flaws work for her characters. She wants her characters to experience love that wraps arounds their hearts, turns them into sizzling flames and results in a grand finale of fireworks.
When Camden isn’t writing, she’s either crafting, flicking through images of gorgeous paper, saturated palettes or...um, lip-lickin' washboard abs. When feeling guilty, she attempts to keep up with her energetic kiddos by beach combing, kayaking, golfing (can it really be called golfing if a seven-year-old beats you?) or being that crazy person at a concert. Her addictions: chocolate covered raspberries, real southern sweet tea (not the fake stuff with the sugar crystals hanging out in the bottom of the cup), her pups and pretty paper she’ll never use.
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He pulls out an ice pack, massages it, then holds it against the back of my head. “Party’s over?”
“For me. You go ahead. You were on a winning streak.” Him and everyone else.
“I’m winning right here.” He spreads my knees apart.
I push my dress down between my thighs to hide my lack of undergarments. His lips push up on one side and I try not to look. Try not to enjoy how tempting they are. He leans between my knees and reaches his arm around me to hold the icepack to my head. I’m about to take it and hold it between my legs, because, oh my God, he’s making me hot. Making me think about doing deliciously bad things. Such as treat him like I’d treat the popsicle I saw in the freezer when he opened it.
He goes out of his way to hold the ice pack to my lump and leans toward me until our faces are a breath apart. Six inches of empty space I’d like to fill with him but don’t see any way in hell why that should, would, or could happen. Especially after what we did on the patio.
Another instance of reckless abandon like that and he’s liable to expect more than I’m willing to give. Besides the fact I’m seeing three of him, there’s his ex who obviously has an agenda, and, the bigger reason, his mom. Workplace ethics, my ass. She set me up for failure making me stay here.
“It’s a start.” I lower my gaze to his lips. The ones that kissed me so tenderly under the magnolia, glisten as he sweeps his tongue across them. I sigh and catch myself mirroring his motions, licking my own lips and leaning closer.
His arms wrap around me tighter, squeezing me against him, melding us together. His lips part, allowing my tongue to meet his. They collide and twist around each other, much like the brambles on his arm.
My hand reaches for his waist. He pulls me to the edge of the counter. I draw in toward his hips, wanting nothing between us, no more obscurity, no more guessing. And no more damn clothes.
He moans, pressing hard against me. I reach back, leaning into my elbow to compensate for his demanding craving, skin heating from his, head freezing from the icepack he still holds in place. He turns his head. His hurried breaths sound in my ear.
“I don’t think you should stay alone tonight,” he whispers.
“Right. I might have a concussion. I probably should . . .”
He nods, rolling his head against mine as if he’s trying to hold back, forcing himself to keep his lips off me. “Stay with me.”
“Is that on doctor’s orders?”
He glances behind him at the door and my heart lands in my feet like a solid block of ice. The thought of being discovered weighing on my mind, but the liquor I’ve consumed delays my ability to fully think through the consequences.
He scoops me up like before and pushes through the kitchen door. He mounts the first step.
“Maybe we shouldn’t do this.” But convince me we should.
“Specify.” He takes several more steps. “Because that kiss was pretty intense and I’m about due for another. You?”
“Or something,” I mutter as the icepack slips and hits the floor, because I’m so ready, but not about to admit it.
He sets me on my feet and I reach down to pick it up.
He tugs me around and into him, pinning my hand behind my back. “This isn’t a bad idea.” The deep undertones in his voice send a fever frenzy rolling through me. “Someone has to look out for you tonight.”
“I’m drunk.” Poor excuse. “Maybe I’m not thinking straight.”
“I hardly taste any liquor on you.” His gravelly voice wakes my insides, sending heat striking like lightning between my legs. “What’s two plus two?”
“Twenty-two,” I answer.
“See? Totally lucid and sarcastic. You would’ve answered right if you were drunk.”
Dang, he’s right. Didn’t see that coming.
“Stay with me tonight.”
I hesitate, wanting to say no, wanting more to say yes. “Just tonight.”
His eyebrows perk and I swear the heat between us doubles. “Let’s decide that tomorrow.”Giveaway Details:
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