Friday, April 29, 2016

*** Review, Giveaway & Book Tour For RETURN OF THE BAD BOY by Jessica Lemmon ***

Second Chance #4
Jessica Lemmon
Releasing April 26th, 2016

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I loved this book!!!! I love the Bad Boy Rockstar turned great
 Man. Whew and that description of Asher talk about hot. And
 how he took to being a father was truly a wonderful thing. 
Not many men would move to the town where the child they 
never knew about lived. Heck the bad boy rocker type is not
 the typical type to drop everything for a kid. Most would just
 though money at it. That says something about Asher, how 
he would move the world for Hawk or Gloria. And man does
 he love her. Now he just has to make her want it too. Gloria
 is a tough cookie. She had a rough life growing up, but she 
made something out of her life. She also has a hard time 
letting anyone in, and having been basically on her own from 
a young age. And Asher pushes those limits. Before she 
knows it she has I world full of family and friends. Now as 
long as she stops running, maybe she can find that more is 
actually better in some cases. I love all the emotions in this 
book; you can feel it as you read along. It is one of the 
reasons I love Jessica Lemmon’s books. You can just feel all
the emotions she put in her books. That is why I love to read
them. Now before I ruin this for you I will leave off here.  
 I hope you enjoy this book as much as I did. If you do like 
this book, please consider leaving a review. The Authors 
really like it when you do; they value your opinions too.

He's a mess...

Asher Knight has three constants in his life: music, beautiful women, and a bottle of Jack. He lives for the next gig, the next city, and dreams only of a life spent in front of an arena full of screaming fans. But Asher's nomad ways come to a sudden stop when he learns he's the father of a three-year-old from a past relationship and suddenly this rock star bad boy is forced to put down roots.

Only she can clean up

Gloria Shields is no one's fool. Sure, the sexual chemistry between her and Asher has always been intense, but she'd never risk giving her heart to a man who has a perfect record for breaking them. Except the man desperate to make things right with his newfound son is nothing like the rock god she's guarded her heart against for years. And it isn't long before she starts to wonder if life with this bad boy might be the best thing that's ever happened to her. 

“Listen, Asher”—she cleared her throat and tore her eyes away from his biceps, which were absolutely delicious and testing the limits of his T-shirt in the most distracting way possible—“I don’t know what you think you’re doing—”
“No, you listen.” He palmed her hip much like Brice had earlier, but unlike Brice, when Asher touched her, her nipples perked up and every inch of her grew warm. Asher’s nearness, one hand gripping her firmly as he looked down at her with dark hunger in his eyes, was so hot she couldn’t think.
The crowd milling around them were having loud, drunken conversations, so he lowered his face to her ear to speak.
“I’m coming for you, Sarge.” His hand moved from her hip to her lower back, his fingers splaying wide and slipping beneath the material of her shirt. “Bet you’ve never had anyone come for you, have you?” His nose moved along her ear, warm breath tickling her skin. “Bet you were a rebellious teen with a nose ring and a bad attitude and all you wanted was to feel good.”
No nose ring, but the rest was scarily accurate.
“Well, guess what, honey?” he continued, his fingertips sizzling on her bare skin. “I’m going to make you feel good. I’m the only one who can.”
He pulled his face away and she had to will her mouth to close. Her teeth clacked together as her brain scrambled to figure out what part she should argue with first. Wrenching a fist around his T-shirt, she tugged him close. A small smile played on his mouth, and his hand went higher beneath her shirt. He was anticipating a kiss, but she wasn’t going to kiss him.
“Listen up, you arrogant bastard.” Anger vibrated through her arms and a charge shot from her toes to the crown of her head. “You don’t get to claim me. I’m not your property. I can do whatever I want.” Because she wanted to wipe that stupid smirk off his face, she added, “And I can do whomever I want.”
His lips flinched, but he didn’t back away, stepping even closer and touching the tip of her nose with his. Her vision was now swimming in dark hair, dark eyes, and the sexiest smirk she’d ever seen.
It’s not sexy. It’s stupid, remember?
But it wasn’t. And the rest of her knew it. Her nipples tightened, her body tingled, and the hand she’d wrapped around his shirt began to sweat…
“You do me, Sarge. No one else,” he said.
“I’m not”—she had to swallow around a very dry throat to finish—“doing you.”
“Brice McGuire doesn’t know how to make your body sing. I do.” He slid his nose along hers and moved his hand from her back to her hair. She shivered. “Want me to make your body sing, Sarge?”


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A former job-hopper, Jessica Lemmon resides in Ohio with 
her husband and rescue dog. She holds a degree in graphic 
design currently gathering dust in an impressive frame. When
 she’s not writing super-sexy heroes, she can be found 
cooking, drawing, drinking coffee (okay, wine), and eating 
potato chips. She firmly believes God gifts us with talents for 
a purpose, and with His help you can create the life you want.

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