Tuesday, June 23, 2015

**** Review, Giveaway & Blog Tour For Beat By Vi Keeland *****

Meet Flynn and Lucky in this rock star romance!

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Wow that was one wild ride. 
I loved book one, and this one was even better. 
I felt so bad for Flynn in book one when he lost out, but was
 so happy he helped her win. Now Flynn has met Lucky. And 
I am so ready for him to win this time and get Lucky. 
( Pun intended) you will know what i mean when you read the 
book. Unfortunately for Flynn, Lucky is dating the bands lead 
singer he signed on to open for. But Ryder is an A$$, he 
should get to have her and all the other women he wants.
 they try to fight their attraction. But you know what they say.
 We do not choice who we fall in love with, It just happens. 
I can not wait to see what is next from Mrs Keeland. She is an
 amazing writer. I know what ever it is will be amazing.

I hope you enjoy this book I know I did.

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Dimpled smile of a boy

Hard body of a man

Sings like an angel

Fucks like the devil

I was stuck between a rock(star) and a hard place.

At fifteen, his poster hung on my bedroom wall. 
  At twenty-five his body hovered over mine.  
Every girl’s fantasy 
  became my reality.  I was dating a rockstar.   
Yet I was slowly  falling for another man.  
The problem was—the two  men—they shared a tour bus.    

Flynn Beckham was the opening act. 

Dylan Ryder was the headliner. 

What happens when the opening act begins to shine so  
  bright, it seems to dim everything else in its wake? 

I’ll tell you what happens.  
Things get ugly.  
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Excerpt #1

Despite the fact that Lucky had just casually mentioned that
  the lobby lounge serves coffee beginning at six a.m., 
  I’m pretty sure of myself that she’ll be down there.  But when 
  I step off the elevator, the lobby is quiet.  Empty.  The coffee
 urns are just being set up in the lounge.  I pour two mugs, 
  make them just as we like it, and settle on one of the 
  couches on the far side of the room where it’s private, yet 
  I can still keep an eye on the door.

I grab a newspaper and begin to flip through to kill time. 
 Then my eyes catch a pair of pink-painted toes in flip-flops. 
 I don’t know why, but it’s in this moment that I realize, 
  I’m fucked. 

The sight of her toes makes me smile.

I’m falling for another guy’s girl.  Something I promised 
  myself I’d never do.

But then I reason with myself.  I haven’t done anything 
  wrong.  Thinking a woman is beautiful and spending time 
  with her doesn’t have to turn into anything, right?  They’re
 just toes after all.  But look how cute they are.  I’ve never 
  been a foot guy, yet I wouldn’t mind sucking…  Stop.  
  Just stop.  We’re just friends.

Because I’ve been friends with so many hot women in the 
  past and not fucked them?  Yep.  I’m screwed.  I need to get 
  the hell out of here. 

“Good morning,” she whispers and smiles down at me.  
  My eyes lazily travel up from her toes. 

I’m totally not going anywhere.

I hold up her mug of coffee.  And then I realize she still has 
  the thin shirt she wears to sleep on and I’m eye-level with the 
  sexiest taut nipples I’ve ever seen. 

Screw sucking her toes… “Certainly is.”  I grin.
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Excerpt #2
Ten minutes later I’m still alone behind the bar and Avery is 
nowhere to be found.  I’m sure she’s in the back alley 
smoking, even though she swears every day that she’s quit. 
 I check the IDs of three very young-looking pretty girls—
they’re over twenty-one, but barely. 
 I can’t miss their conversation.

“Seriously, he has to be gay.”

“Why, because he hasn’t noticed you yet?”

“No, because he’s too perfect to be straight.”

“Could we buy someone a drink?” one of the young blondes  asks me.

“Of course.  What do you want me to send over?” 

They giggle for a few minutes, then decide on a Screaming  Orgasm for their intended target.  I mix the vodka, Bailey’s  and Kahlua and pour it over a tumbler of ice. 

“Okay.  Who’s the lucky recipient?”

All three of them point to the other end of the bar and say in unison,  “Him.”

Lord.  That is one beautiful man.

The three blondes were clearly not the only ones to notice. 
 The brunette next to him with her full boobage on display is 
giving him her rapt attention when I walk over.  Yet I feel his  eyes on me as I walk down the long bar.  I’m used to being  hit on.  Men seem to find an attractive woman whose sole  purpose is to deliver them alcohol an alluring combination. 
 They tend to become even bolder after tossing back a few drinks.

Halfway down the bar, I stop to refill a beer for a patron.
  I don’t need to look up as I pour to know Beautiful Man is still 
watching me.  The hair on the back of my neck is all the  confirmation I need.  He never takes his gaze off me, even
 when I turn, catch his eyes, and silently call him on his staring. 

“I’m here to deliver you a Screaming Orgasm.”  Damn, he’s  even hotter up close.  Sandy-brown, shoulder-length hair  tousled just the right amount to make him look like he’s just  gotten laid.  Long, lean torso, tattoos on his forearms peeking  out from his long-sleeve fitted shirt.  Nice.  Then he smiles. 
 Dimples.  Yep.  He definitely just got laid.

“Thank you.  But I have a ladies-first policy.”  He winks. 

I stare at him for a moment,  then drop my eyes down to the drink,  leading him to follow.

“Oh.  You meant the drink.” 
 He smirks—it’s sexy as hell, and he knows it.

I roll my eyes, but there’s a reluctant smile hidden just  beneath the surface.   “It’s from the three barely legal ladies down at the end.”   I nod in their direction and all three smile broadly and wave.

“Well, that’s disappointing.”

I arch an eyebrow.  “Those three women buying you a drink  with a name that tells you what their plans are for you later is  a disappointment?”

“I thought you were buying me the drink.” 

Cheesy, I know, but there’s a flutter in my stomach  nonetheless. “Sorry.  But you get the Doublemint triplets as  a consolation prize.”  I shrug, trying to come off nonchalant,  and turn to walk away.  This close to him, the guy is making  me fidget.  It’s a big bar, but the way he looks at me makes  me feel like we’re in a confined space.

“Wait,” he calls after me, and I turn back.   “What’s your name?”

I smile and point at the sign over the bar.  Lucky’s.
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 ~*~*~ Vi Keeland ~*~*~
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Vi Keeland is a native New Yorker with three children that 
occupy most of her free time, which she complains about 
often, but wouldn't change for the world. She is a bookworm 
and has been known to read her kindle at stop lights, while 
styling her hair, cleaning, walking, during sporting events, 
and frequently while pretending to work.  She is a boring 
attorney by day, and an exciting smut author by night!

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