Friday, March 10, 2017

[Release Blitz + Giveaway] Breaking the Seventh by Allie Gail


Title: Breaking the Seventh
Author: Allie Gail
Genre: New Adult Romance
Release Date:  March 8, 2017



BOOK BLURB:

He's hot, blue-eyed and butt naked.

Did I mention he's naked? And I've never seen the guy before in my life! So why is he doing the backstroke in my neighbor's pool?

Myles Bellamy may be a walking wet dream, but turns out he's got the temperament of a bull shark. And yet every time I clash with the new next-door Neanderthal, I find myself fantasizing about all the dirty things he could do to me. Really dumb on my part, considering the timing...

She's certifiably nuts.

I'm not kidding. That chick is wonkier than Willy’s chocolate factory. Between her head-banging music, smoke alarms going off during séances and the dog I'm pretty sure she trained to crap on my lawn, I'm about ready to give Leah Whitfield a piece of my mind. Or better yet, a piece of me. Because every time I catch her sunbathing in that barely-there bikini, my resolve turns to dust.

And her excuse for turning me down? Her birthday's coming up. According to Leah’s weird and warped logic, that day is supposedly cursed.

See what I mean? I can't even...


PURCHASE LINKS: Amazon US | Amazon UK






EXCERPT:

Without taking my eyes off the V between her thighs, I squeeze some more sunscreen into my hand and start on the other leg. “You’re wasting your time, you know,” she murmurs. “How so?” “You aren’t getting into my pants, Mr. Bellamy.” “You aren’t wearing any pants, buttercup.” “Well, then. I was right, wasn’t I?” Sometimes this girl is really hard to interpret. No. Scratch sometimes. I can never figure out what she’s trying to say! “Speaking of which – did you happen to bring over my clothes?” “No.” My fingers wander dangerously close to the tempting hollow between her inner thigh and the edge of her swimsuit. “I left them in the dryer.” “The dryer? What, you washed them?” “Yes.” “Oka-ay…that was nice of you, but you really didn’t have to do that. I had just put them on. They weren’t dirty.” “They were when I got done with them.” It’s all I can do to keep a straight face when her lips part in astonishment. “Come again?” “And again,” I confess softly, a devious smile unfurling across my face. Pushing the sunglasses up, she stares at me wide-eyed. “You didn’t.” “I did.” “You’re lying.” “Am I?” “Myles.” She gives me a slight shake of her head, as if trying to determine whether or not I’m putting her on. “What…um, exactly what did you do?” “Well, let’s see now. There are a number of subtle illustrations I could use to describe what transpired last night. Sanding wood…debugging the hard drive…applying the hand brakes…taking a load off…” “Are you kidding me?” “Liquidating the inventory…” “You cannot be serious.” “Straining the main vein…” “Myles!” She’s laughing now, but somehow I manage to maintain a straight face. I’ll leave it to her to decide whether or not I’m joking. I’m not, of course. And I’m not the least bit repentant of the fact that after she waltzed her bare ass off my property last night, I took those lacy red panties inside, wrapped them around the hard-on she produced and jacked off all over them. I’ve decided I may just keep them. “Did you really?” She gazes at me speculatively, and I detect a distinct flicker of interest in her eyes. I merely smile while sliding an erroneous finger along her bikini line. By now her thighs are well oiled and I am aching – fucking aching – to slip my hand inside the swimsuit and make sure every inch of her is covered in a sheen of Hawaiian Tropic. She tries to keep her voice neutral, but I can hear the slight catch in it when she tells me, “You're pushing your luck there, Sparky.” Maybe so, but I notice she hasn't made a move to push my hand away. “Are you gonna try and tell me you don’t hitchhike to heaven every now and then?” I prod her teasingly. “Quite the wordsmith of pocket pinball, aren’t you?” “I have my moments.” “So do I. And if you really must know, I had quite the moment last night.” “Is that right?” “Twice, actually.” “You don’t say.” I continue massaging her thigh, letting my index finger run along the perimeter of her bikini bottom. Almost, almost sliding underneath the fabric. Close, but not quite. “Something in particular get you all hot and bothered?” The look she gives me is one of dewy-eyed innocence. “No more than usual. I hitchhike to heaven, as you put it, on a pretty regular basis.” I am never going to make it to Pensacola on time. “Dealing with a little sexual frustration, are we?” I may as well include myself in this. After all, the thought of what she would look like in the throes of a self-imposed orgasm is bringing about the most agonizing case of blue balls I’ve ever experienced. Unable to resist, I allow my errant hand to test her boundaries a little further. Wandering just beneath the edge of her swimsuit, I brush a fingertip lightly against the soft, delicate folds hidden beneath. Her breath hitches, eyelashes fluttering for the briefest of moments. It’s probably a good thing I’m wearing constrictive jeans – otherwise I’d be pitching one hell of an impressive tent right about now. “You tell me. I’m not the one with the raging boner, am I?” Her gaze drops to the obvious bulge in my pants before sweeping back up to eye me with a smirk. “Maybe not…” Leaning in closer to her, I lower my voice to a whisper. “…but I’d bet the whole fucking farm that if I moved my fingers just a fraction of an inch, they’d find one very wet and willing feline.” Smiling sweetly, she whispers back, “As far as I know, you don’t own a farm. So if you want to keep those fingers attached to your hand, then I would suggest you take them out of my bathing suit right now, Mr. Bellamy.” 



OUR REVIEWS:
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4.5 Stars from Renee!

I was pulled right into this story. The story has laughs, crazy chick, Neanderthal, and heartbreak. 

This is Leah and Myles’s story. First time Leah sees Myles he is naked in her neighbor’s pool. She is getting ready to celebrate her birthday soon and can’t be distracted. Her birthday is cursed or so she thinks. This is turn makes her look and sound crazy. But the banter back and forth between these two will keep you laughing through the entire story. Myles was not looking for love but he found it in the most unlikely place. I mean he thinks Leah is crazy but falls for her anyway. Leah thinks he is a Neanderthal but fall for him regardless. But will the love last if her birthday is so cursed? 

I loved these characters and the side characters. I felt I could connect with the characters and the story was a great read. 

I recommend this book.

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4.5 Stars from Brianna!

I took a gamble with the book and author considering this is my first introduction to this author's work but if this book is anything to go by on her style of writing... then I am already hook, line and sinker. Breaking the Seventh was a brilliantly penned romantic comedy with plenty of laughs, smiles, one-liners and steam to keep me captivated and glued to these words, cover to cover.

Who knew a case of trespassing and skinny dipping would forever change the course of these two people's lives...

Myles and Leah were so fun.... unique, quirky and relatable in so many ways. Dude, these two had me in tears and belly aches from laughing so hard. While their story was unconventional and so different in so many ways, I would not change one single moment. Their journey was so unforgettable but only in the best ways possible.

And that letter at the end? The perfect closure this story and our girl Leah needed

If you are looking for light, sweet, sexy, and laugh out loud hilarious then I promise on all that is holy, you won't regret getting this book today.

I highly recommend this book.



ENTER TO WIN!


 


ABOUT THE AUTHOR:

Born and raised in rural Alabama, Allie Gail currently resides in the panhandle of Florida with her schmexy blue-eyed hubby, where they are currently being held hostage by a crabby gray entity disguised as a cat. (If you’re reading this – send help! Oh, and tuna. Send lots of tuna.) Always an obsessive reader, she took to her keyboard on a whim back in 2012 and hasn’t stopped pecking away since. Romance is her genre of choice, though she does harbor a soft spot for paranormal. When she isn’t busy obsessing over the lexicon of her latest project, Allie can usually be found snuggled up to her hubby watching cheesy B-movie horror, helping out with the family business or playing online RPG games while indulging her hopeless addiction to Tootsie Rolls. In other words, she’s a total nerd. Don’t fault her that, though. Her paladin will someday save the world. Or at the very least, have an awesome set of matching plate armor.





 

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