Title: Keep Me
Author: Faith Andrews
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Day: January 28th 2014
Sexy, tatted up, underwear model Marcus Grayson is every girl’s dream—or more likely worst nightmare. He’s a player, a self-proclaimed bachelor for life, and he’s got no problem living up to his man-whore status. But when his older sister’s friend comes back from the past, he may just have the chance to turn some of his adolescent fantasies into reality.
Tessa Bradley is a self-sufficient, take-no-bull, single mother—well, now she is. Finally rid of her abusive, alcoholic ex, she’s making a new life for herself and catching up with old friends; the ones she was forced to break ties with because of her controlling husband. When she runs into Marcus, her friend Riley’s once-adorable turned smoking-hot little brother, she has no idea how he’s about to rock her world.
You wanted me then, now you can have me. Just promise you’ll Keep Me…
“Slow down! You’re going too fast!” I screamed over the revving of the engine and the breeze that had picked up the pace of a tornado. My demand came from a place of pure morality, but if I had to be honest, I was absolutely loving the exhilaration.
“Hold on, baby,” he shouted over his shoulder.
And I did. I wrapped my arms in a vice-like grip around his middle and dug so tight I could feel the ripples of his chiseled abdomen underneath the cotton of his pullover. Instead of decelerating, he twisted the throttle and revved the gas. I braced my head against his back and closed my eyes, preparing for an inescapable collision. Everything about Marcus Grayson was reckless and he was taking me down with him.
I stayed glued to him for a while, until I felt the bike start to slow and veer off to the right. We hadn’t even reached the bridge so I didn’t know why he was exiting the expressway. “Where are we going?” I spoke in his ear.
He pulled off the expressway and took on a slow, steady pace as he eased his way through the winding streets. At each traffic light, he let his hands fall from the leather-fringed handlebars to tangle his fingers with mine. It felt so intimate, so natural, to be with him this way. Though we didn’t speak, many unspoken words were being said.
When we came to a stop at a secluded spot off a cobblestone path, I gaped at the magnificence of our surroundings—a quiet, serene sanctuary nestled in the heart of the busy, bustling city. “Where are we?”
He lifted the helmet from his head, shaking out his hair, just like the director had instructed him to do on the shoot. Marcus was always on, playing the game. I hated to think I was just a pawn.
He did that thing where he could read my mind again. “Stop thinking. Just come here.” He spun himself around on the bike so he was facing me. With a gentle tug at the straps, he undid my helmet and hung it on the handle bar opposite his.
“Marcus, what are you. . .”
“Shh…” he placed a finger over my mouth while his other hand combed out the knots in my hair. His eyes never left mine, even as he inched closer to me, closing the small distance between us on the seat of the bike. “I’ve been thinking about doing this all week.” The desire radiating off him was maddening. His pupils were so large and dark, I could almost see myself in them. This man was intimidating. Holy shit—it was the craziest turn on.
“What? Straddling me while straddling a Harley?” I started to laugh, my nervous twitch of a coping mechanism, but his lips quickly silenced mine. His tongue ravished my mouth, hungry for more of what we’d started last weekend. I, too, had been thinking about this all week. Even though I tried to avoid it, pretend it hadn’t happened at all, I only made it worse. Now I was starved for what I denied myself. The soft, throaty vibration of the motorcycle beneath us wasn’t helping things either.
I wanted to say please stop. Tell him this was wrong. That we couldn’t continue stealing moments like this. But the way he growled out his question had me responding with a different answer.
“Please . . . touch me.”
“Fuck, Tessa. I thought you’d never ask.” His hands slid under the tight hem of my skirt, gliding the fabric up so it bunched at my hips. I arched back against the seat rest and allowed his fingers to travel where they wanted to go. When they found their way inside my damp panties, I was already trembling in anticipation of his touch.
“Where do you want me to touch you exactly?” he teased.
Forcefully, and without shame, I placed a hand over his and pressed it hard against my sex. “Here. I want you to touch me here.”
His gaze found mine again, his breathing deep and heavy, his eyes dark as coal. “You’re fucking incredible, Tessa.” His lips crashed down over mine again as his fingers pushed aside my panties and slipped into me slowly. The sensation of his rough, deft fingers inside my body and the humming engine against my sensitive flesh caused me to writhe in sweet agony. As I rubbed against his hand and the leather of the seat, I leaned into our kiss as if I could swallow him whole.
“Mmmm, Marcus.” I quietly moaned against his mouth as he inserted another finger inside and circled his thumb against my throbbing clit.
“Come for me, pretty girl. Come undone for me.”
His words ignited the fire tugging at my core, aching to be released. Clenching the seat behind me for support, I lifted my hips off the bike and allowed his fingers to finish what they’d started. It was unnerving how much control he had over me, and how easy it was to give in. It was something that frightened me because of my past, but at the same time liberated me from all the things that always held me back. Never in a million years could I have placed myself in this scene, fooling around on the back of a Harley with Marcus fucking Grayson.
Can a 29 year old mother and a 24 year old underwear model/man-whore find love?? “Little Marcus Grayson” and Tessa Bradley(“pretty girl”) sure hope so.
“I Marcus Grayson, am a man-whore.”
“I’m just a man-whore, remember? I gotta live up to my reputation.”
From page one of this story I was laughing out loud. Marcus is hilarious! His honesty was great! He had no problems admitting to his whoreish ways. That was the one thing that made me think he could be the man Tessa needed…his honesty. Yeah, at times his past did come back to kick him in the ass, but for the most part he manned up to it and was honest with her. And we can’t look over the fact that he is HOT! All tatted up and sexy. All the women want him and Tessa would have never thought she would be the one to catch his eye.
“Never in a million years could I have placed myself in this scene, fooling around on the back of a Harley with Marcus fucking Grayson.”
Tessa Bradley…Tessa was my kind of girl. She has a son and she is a great mom, but she also knows how to have fun. She didn’t lose herself in motherhood. And even though she has had a tough past, she didn’t wallow in it. And, best of all, she wasn’t going to put up with Marcus’ bullshit. She called him on his whoreish ways and she made him want to be a better man. But, at the same time, she didn’t want him to change. I know that doesn’t make sense but it does and it will. This story isn’t about turning the bad boy/man-whore into a good guy. This story is about showing that the bad-boy is a good guy and all it takes is THE RIGHT woman to prove it.
“He’s a twenty-four year old model whose ego’s gone to his head. And you, my dear, are a conquest—he’s always had.”
These two have many people in their way, though. But never once in this story did I feel that they weren’t meant to be together. And you know, sometimes, I feel that the change is too drastic on these bad-boy types. But I didn’t feel that in this story. The emotions changing for Marcus when it came to Tessa, felt right. I honestly could feel that he wanted to make things right. And the sex scenes…whew, they will heat ya up!!
This is a well written story. Faith’s writing flows very well and I feel like I could enjoy just about anything she writes. Keep Me also has some great secondary characters. Riley, Marcus’ sister and Tessa’s best friend, plays a big role in this story and I was shocked by the events that happened with her. I gotta say that I never was surprised by anything that happened with Tessa and Marcus, but Riley really through me for a loop. Riley is a feisty girl just waiting for her prince charming to come along, and she was NOT happy about her brother’s new interest. My hope would be that we could get a story about her :)
Well, I have rambled on enough and I think you get the point. I thoroughly enjoyed this story and recommend it to all.
Faith Andrews lives in New York where she is happily married to her high school sweetheart. They have two beautiful daughters and a furry Yorkie son, Rocco. If she isn’t listening to Mumford and Sons or busy being a Dance Mom, her nose is in a book or her laptop. She’s a sucker for a happily ever after and believes her characters are out there living one somewhere . . .