Friday, November 1, 2013

Blog Tour Review, Interview, Excerpt and Giveaway - Tug of War by K. Larsen

Tug of War

Tug of War

by K. Larsen


Impulsive, YES. Irresponsible, SURE. Necessary, PROBABLY. Going to end badly, most likely. Does any of that matter to me, no. I decided that I can't please everyone so this week my only goal is to please me. I’m a selfish cow but I can’t seem to help it. I’m Clara Lord. I own Bloodline’s Tattoo Parlor, have a filthy mouth, no filter and a really strong objection to bossy idiots, pet names and wealthy men.

You will hate me, love me or love to hate me but either way it doesn’t matter. Everything I touch turns to crap and it’s all my fault. See, I lived through hell. Then I escaped hell and carefully spent the next eight years crafting a perfect little life until Domini Napoli screwed it all up. Now nothings right. Everything’s wrong and all my secrets are coming out.

My Review: ★★★★★ Tug of War

Author Interview:

1.    Your heroine, Clara Lord is feisty and funny, but she is also a bit broken.  Where did you come up with the inspiration for her character? We’re all a bit broken, no? I guess she represents the struggles that many women find themselves in over time... love, choices, children, making time for yourself, relationships, mistakes and coping.

2.    Love interests, Sawyer and Dom are both totally yummy.  Which one would you choose for yourself and why? OMG IMPOSSIBLE! Uhh... gawwwd I adore them both. Probably Sawyer though. I mean, he’s yummy.

3.    You did a great job incorporating a lot of humor in your book, so I have to ask…  When naming your characters, did you realize the similarity in Dom’s name (Dominic Napoli) with the dorky male lead in the 2004 comedy, Napoleon Dynamite?   Ha! No! I didn’t but I do adore that movie!!

4.    TUG OF WAR is sexy and funny.  Do you other books have a similar vibe?  If not, how are they different? I think- that because I’m a sarcastic person- snarky humor at least in one character per book happens. I love romance and passion so that def makes it into all the books! But, Dating Delaney is a funny romance, Saving Caroline is angsty... 30 Days/ Committed are suspenseful and emotional and romantic. Tug of War is well... you know... hot!

 5.   Which of your books was the most fun to write? Conversely, which one was the toughest to write and why?  Saving Caroline was the toughest. It was my imagination in overtime and hard to get the right emotions across! I think Dating Delaney was the most fun. All snark and humor!

6.    What is something you really want, but know you will likely never have? An Audi TT. I really want that little bitch. Hardtop convertible... I dream about it.

7.    Does your family know you write sexy books or is that something you keep under wraps?  Either way, what do they think about it or what would they think? Oh they know, it’s not their cup of tea but they all graciously support it and deal with it! ha!

8.    If you were given a yacht, what would you name it? The Dominator

9.    If I wasn’t afraid, I would SkyDive!!!!! I’m completely paranoid that if I do it- I'll pee all over myself and whoever is attached to me.

10.    I have to know.  When are you planning to release Sawyer’s story?  I am in love with that man. Sawyer’s story will be written just as soon as I finish writing what I’m in the middle of now... so ahh... how’s that for a timeline?!

11.    Describe yourself with 5 words. I cheated and asked my husband: he says: smart, fun, pretty, enthusiastic, warm.

12.     If you were stranded on a deserted island with no chance of being rescued in the foreseeable future, what items/people would you most like to have in the following categories?

a) A man other than your husband.- Charlie Hunnan

b) Food Item- Uhh... Cheesecake.

c) Luxury item you can't live without- Mascara

d) Album/CD- Indigo Girls- Right’s of Passage

e) Book- Tara Sivec’s chocolate lover’s box set!?


Impulsive Mistakes

“Holy shit. This is nuts,” I say, looking around. The Harbor View Hotel has rooms, luxury suites, and one, two, and three-bedroom cottages. The wrap-around porch shows off the spectacular views of Edgartown Harbor and Lighthouse.

“Yeah, Marg’s dad’s friend paid for a weekend here but they couldn't come so they offered it her,” Amanda informs me.

“Well, I’m not complaining.” I laugh and set my suitcase on the bed and start to unpack.

“Any word from Dom?” she asks nonchalantly.

“Nope. He didn't even show for his last appointment.” I shrug, trying to feign indifference. When he pulled a no-show I’d been really disappointed and pissed. His loss though, since he paid in full up front.

“I’m here!” Marg barrels into the room, hugging us both. “Tonight we hit The News, ladies, slutty dress required.” She laughs.

We spend the next two hours sharing the bathroom, primping for our night out. I have this hot little sequined skirt, paired with heels that make my legs look like sex. To offset it I kept it simple with a plain black sheer tank although the zebra striped bra I’m wearing is clearly visible. I like it. It’s edgy and fun. Marg piles my long hair on top of my head in curls leaving some to cascade down around my face, and Amanda nails my make-up: it’s vampy and dark and I love it. The neon pink streak in my hair adds to the look nicely.

Once the three of us are ready it’s nearing ten. We head down to the lobby to wait for our cab, looking like high-end call girls and ready for fun. Heads turn and a few drunk guys whistle at us but we ignore them all, this is girl-time only.

Strutting through the doors of the bar, lights flash, “As Long As You Love Me” blares, and the dance floor undulates with the throng of people. I squeal, secretly loving this song, and drag my girls to the dance floor with me. Twisting my hips, I move to the music and close my eyes, letting the bass vibrate through me. Amanda disappears, yelling something about grabbing drinks, leaving Marg and I on the dance floor. A tall handsome guy dances up on Marg and I give her the thumbs up that he’s not creepy. She leans back into him and starts dancing with him. A pair of hands lands on my hips and start guiding them back and forth to the beat. I lean back into the firm body and roll my hips seductively against him, enjoying myself.

A breeze blows gently through the crowd, and the smell it brings with it makes me dizzy with memories and I still slightly. The fingers at my waist dig in, keeping me moving as my heart starts beating frantically in my chest. Dominic’s distinct smell infiltrates my nostrils as his hands grind my rear into his crotch. I’m overrun with conflicting emotions but too caught up in the moment to move away. I’m frozen in the ecstasy of his touch. I tilt my head up, looking at his throat, his Adam’s apple bobbing sexily as he swallows and drops his face to mine. Funny how firm pecs and amazing biceps can thwart a girl's best efforts. Why do I always want the wrong thing?

“Clara,” he blows into my ear. And just like that I’m lost. I feel like a starving, depraved person. I’ve fought off the very thought of him for so long that my body rejects the idea of doing it any longer. The bass thumps, it’s hot, and a light sheen of sweat coats my body. His fingers slither under the hem of my tank. The contact of skin on skin blows my mind and I fear my knees might give out. As if sensing my overwhelming reaction he spins me so we’re chest to chest. One hand cups my ass firmly as the other slides up my spine to the nape of my neck and grips my hair. Holding every inch of me pressed into his length he moves us together fluidly. I can't control my ragged pants as the beat picks up. His eyes devour me. The intensity is startling as I look at him.

He dips me, and trails his tongue from my collarbone to my earlobe as he pulls me back up. Every inch of my body is on fire as he moves us. His white button down shirt clings to him. His sleeves are unbuttoned and rolled to his elbows and he’s wearing those faded jeans I love. His eyes never leave mine and when my tongue darts out to wet my lips he growls. My panties dampen at the sound and I know tonight’s a lost cause. If he wants me he can have me, all he has to do is ask.

His knee pushes between my legs hiking up my skirt as he moves me to the music against his thigh. His hands firmly hold me at my ribs as I close my eyes and let go. I let the bass line rush through me, drop my head back, arms hanging at my sides and grind against his thigh as he carries my weight. One hand snakes around my ribs, freeing his left hand. He palms my throat and drags his hand down between my breasts to my belly, never breaking my rhythm. I gasp at the sensation and slowly reach out, fisting his shirt and pull myself up to his chest. The music changes to something faster paced and I pull his face down to mine. “Get me out of here.”  He smiles devilishly before bending at the waist, throwing me over his shoulder and like a caveman carries me to his waiting car.

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Author Bio: 

I am an avid reader, coffee drinker, and chocolate eater who loves writing. I've published Saving Caroline and Dating Delaney. 

Keep your eyes peeled for a new series I'm working on coming out this year; 30 Days followed by Committed. 

​I have a weird addiction to goat cheese and chocolate martinis, not together though.  

I adore my dog. He is the most awesome snuggledoo in the history of dogs. Seriously.  

I hate dirty dishes.
I like sarcasm and funny people.
I should probably be running right now... because of the goat cheese....and stuff.

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