Movies, Shows, & Books: BLOG TOUR: Claiming Serenity by Eden Butler

Friday, January 16, 2015

BLOG TOUR: Claiming Serenity by Eden Butler

Welcome to my tour stop on the Official Blog Tour for Claiming Serenity, the third book to the Seeking Serenity series, by Eden Butler!

Genre:

New Adult Contemporary Romance

Series:

Seeking Serenity Series, #3

Publish Date:

December 22, 2014

Synopsis:

She left glitter in his AC vents. He put green dye in her conditioner.

She buttered his bathroom floor, and he kidnapped her precious puppy.

Layla Mullens hates Donovan Donley. His crude language, his wide shoulders, his crystal blue eyes…she hates that she can’t stop herself.

From kissing him or landing in his bed.

And Donovan Donley wants nothing more than to knock Layla off her princess pedestal. He hates her stuck up attitude and her soft, tempting lips. He especially hates that her father is his coach.

But he’s fine with their arrangement—act horrible to each other during the day, attack each other naked at night. It works.

But one night changes everything. When Layla doesn’t show, and Donovan’s cold bed stays empty, the lies he tells himself to keep Layla out of his mind aren’t enough to keep him from missing her. And needing her. Something he promised himself would never happen.

The white flags in their prank war have been lowered but their high stakes battle has just begun.

*Excerpt*

“As much as you hate me during the day, Layla, that’s how much you ache for me at

night.” He fished his hand down further, smiling when he found her already slick against his fingers. “You see? I make you wet. I make you throb and pulse because no matter what you tell yourself, you want me. You want my mouth on you.” He kissed her neck, slow, tantalizingly. “You want my touch, my fingers on you, in you.” Two fingers slipped inside her and Layla immediately squeezed against them, muscles tight, firm even as he stroked her into her in a soft, insistent rhythm. “You don’t hate me, Layla. You hate yourself for wanting me.”

She could barely speak. “You’re…you’re the same way.”

He couldn’t disagree with that, wouldn’t even try. Donovan knew how fucked up he was, how much she affected him. “And I’m not denying it. See?” He pushed his erection against her, smiling again when she released a low moan. “I never said I didn’t want you. Besides, you can’t fool me. I know you want to be bad with me. You even enjoy the danger, the threat of being caught.” Donovan moved them back to the window, looked over her head, through the glass and out onto the crowd, to Mollie and Walter. “You want to want me right now. Right here, brat. I can feel how wet you are.” He kissed her neck, smiling when a shudder moved Layla’s arms. “Tell me you don’t want me.” That shudder quickened and Donovan had to withhold a low groan as Layla rubbed back against his dick. “You want me to take you right here, in front of the Rent-a-Cop, with Mollie just feet from us. Don't you?”

With his free hand, Donovan pulled down her silky tights. His chest was tense with pent up desire and when she pulled up her sweater to expose her gorgeous, naked ass to him, his dick throbbed in angry anticipation. “I wanted you bare last night, Layla. I wanted to feel your sweet, tight pussy right on my skin. Just…like” Donovan lowered his zipper and Layla leaned forward against the window, spreading her legs for him without being told. “This.” Donovan thought he’d come the moment he plunged up inside of her. The utterly amazing feel of her all around him, the real her, the raw, honest Layla, gripping his dick tight, squeezing him until he thought the sensation, the searing, heat of her pussy clenching him as he slid in and in and in would be too much. “Fuck.”

“Donov…” she couldn’t finish his name, couldn’t do more than grip the frame around the window.

He pulled her hips to him, holding her waist as he pounded her from behind, moved his fingers to her clit until Layla’s voice came out in a whine, until Donovan had to slip his free hand over her mouth to keep from drawing attention to them. “See, princess? I can make you come. I can make you so fucking desperate for my touch.” Donovan knew Layla’s body. He knew when she was so close her voice sounded liked a breathy sigh, when she was anxious, desperate. He knew that when her breathing accelerated, when she moaned out a litany of curses, that she was close to coming.

Just then, Layla cursed against his palm, her head arched against his shoulder as she chased that climax her body ached for. And just as “oh shit, fuck, fuck” flew from her mouth, Donovan took his hands away and pulled out of her, robbing her of her climax just as it peaked, just before she fell off the edge. He’d take the pain of stopping. He’d take that gladly just to prove his point.

“And for the rest of the day you’ll be thinking about how I had you moaning fifty feet from a hundred students stuffing their faces. Close enough to that bastard you called a boyfriend for him to smell you. And you’ll come back tonight. You'll come back because you want me.” He turned her around and kissed her tenderly on the forehead and steadied her when she staggered back, her legs and hands shaking, breath uneven. “You'll come back. Because your body needs this. Because you want me to finish what I started.” Donovan pulled up her leggings, straightened her sweater and jacket back over her hips before his kissed her neck. “You’ll come back, Layla because no matter how much you try to deny that your body likes mine, I’m still the only one who gives you what you want.”

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Read my reviews on the Seeking Serenity Series:

(book covers are the links to the reviews)

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**About the Author**

Eden Butler is an editor and writer of New Adult Romance and SciFi and Fantasy novels and the nine-times great-granddaughter of an honest-to-God English pirate. This could explain her affinity for rule breaking and rum. Her debut novel, a New Adult, Contemporary (no cliffie) Romance, Chasing Serenity launched in October 2013 and quickly became an Amazon bestseller.

When she’s not writing or wondering about her possibly Jack Sparrowesque ancestor, Eden edits, reads and spends way too much time watching rugby, Doctor Who and New Orleans Saints football.

She is currently living under teenage rule alongside her husband in southeast Louisiana.

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