Wednesday, March 21, 2018

[Blog Tour + Review] Taking It Slow by Jordan Marie

A bottle of tequila

10 lime wedges
1 sexy blonde
Add in a crazy Vegas weekend
Lick and Swallow
What do you get? A recipe for disaster.


Last night I got married.

I think.
I'm not exactly sure.
I was drunk off my ass, so it's not exactly crystal clear.
But, I woke up with a ring on my finger, a marriage certificate, and a sneaking suspicion I had a wild wedding night.
Oh, and a bride who is long gone.

Apparently, what happens in Vegas doesn't always stay here. Sometimes it takes off running.

But a runaway bride is the least of my problems.

Now I’m chasing after my runaway bride with divorce on my mind.

What could go wrong?
Besides everything.

This is book 3 in the series, but is self-contained and can be read as a standalone.

HEA inside and absolutely no cheating of any kind.


I whimper when the damn ping of my phone won’t hush. I squint, opening one eye—and one eye only.

Sweet Jesus on a turnip truck, I drank way too much last night. I warned Hope I didn’t do weddings. I hate them. She was in Vegas, everyone knows you do the deed at a quicky drive-thru chapel somewhere and get it done—if you are ever crazy enough to say “I do.”

I won’t… ever.

Slowly the room begins to come into a focus… it’s a blurry focus, but still.

The first thing I notice is everything hurts.

Even my hair.

Definitely had too much to drink. The second thing I notice is I’m not in my one-room apartment, lying on my broken-down, never comfortable, probably ruining my back forever, futon.

I’m in a bed.  A really soft bed. I’m also in what appears to be a very fancy room.  A room with entirely too much sunshine coming in through the windows. My gaze immediately goes to the open glass doors that lead out to a balcony.  When I look around I can see I’m not only in a strange hotel room, I’m in one that costs bank.

Lots of bank.

Then, I just happen to notice the crumpled wedding dress on the concrete floor of the balcony.

That’s when panic begins, as memories flood through my mind.

Memories of the night before.

Of course, it might not be the crumpled dress that brings those back quite as much as the huge leg—not that leg—wrapped over mine, the arm currently wrapped across my stomach and the third leg—yes, that “leg”—pushing against my ass.

I look down at the milk chocolate beast of an arm and I swear the female bits between my legs tingle as memories of the night before flood through me. Memories of… Titan. I have the strongest urge to wiggle against the semi-aroused cock pressing against my ass, but I don’t. I hold myself really still.

Because I’m in the middle of the biggest panic attack ever.

I can’t remember all of what I did last night. It’s a blur of devil’s juice, eating the worm—disgusting, by the way, and I may never drink tequila again—and sex… so much sex.

Sex everywhere.  Bed, floor, shower, closet—don’t ask—and against the wall.  Sex against the floor-to-ceiling window with my ass mooning the strip, but… sex on that balcony after I was stripped of my wedding dress is the one that sticks in my mind. Sex where I hung over the concrete balcony screaming, “Fuck me, harder, Big Daddy,” while Titan did indeed fuck me harder for everyone and anyone to see.  There are other balconies close by. I can’t be entirely sure who saw us… or who we may have scarred forever. 

Because, let’s face it, sex in real life is never like the porn movies.

I slide out of the bed an inch at a time—panic making my heart slam against my chest so loud I want to cry, because my head hurts like hell. Titan grumbles but flops over on his back, still asleep. I stand there looking down at him and I can’t move.

He’s that beautiful. 


5 Stars from Brianna!

Jordan Marie has quickly become a favorite author of mine and has easily landed herself in my top ten of all time. There are some authors who just have that spark and she matter who she writes with or what she's writing, it's pretty fucking amazing and magical.

Taking It Slow is the third book in the Doing Bad Things series.... and if a guy like Titan is bad then y'all I definitely do NOT want to be right. Sexy. Sweet. Fun. Complicated. Hilarious. Marie delivers the absolute best of this series with Faith and Titan's story... giving me some of my absolute favorite romance tropes, all bundled into one killer package that's this book.

She might try to run, but he will always find her.

One wild night in Vegas changes everything for these two. Only come morning, Faith runs and Titan chases. She is not his usual type yet he can't shake her own brand I'd crazy from his mind. And well he's definitely her type, but too bad she's done with men and love and all that comes with it. Well that is, until their lives are thrown together with no chances of escaping this time.

Explosive chemistry. Undeniable attraction. Laugh out loud banter. Sizzling sexual tensions. Perfect secondary characters. When they are together, it's like fire and ice yet they couldn't be more connected on every level. You'll laugh. You'll swoon. You'll even fan yourself a time or ten. Faith and Titan rocked my world every way imaginable and I'm already excited to re-read them again.

This is a standalone but this series is absolutely fantastic. Run to buy it and find out why these guys make girls wanna do bad bad dirty things.

I highly recommend this book.

USA Today Best Selling Author Jordan Marie, is just a simple small town country girl who is haunted by Alpha Men who talk in her head 24 hours a day.

She currently has 14 books out including 2 that she wrote under the pen name Baylee Rose.

She likes to create a book that takes you on an emotional journey whether tears, laughter (or both) or just steamy hot fun (or all 3). She loves to connect with readers and interacting with them through social media, signings or even old fashioned email.

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