Sunday, March 23, 2014

Sensuous Promotions Presents - Book Tour for Give Me Shelter by Alexis D. Craig

Welcome to Sensuous Promo’s Give Me Shelter Book Tour.

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Give Me Shelter By Alexis D. Craig

Inspector Eli Miller's unspoken feelings for his partner, Bex, color his whole life. When his past comes calling, will it be the push he needs to seek a future with her?

Inspector Rebecca 'Bex' Mulcahy has lived long enough to know that love is a street con at best, and a dangerous distraction at worst. Any feelings she has for her partner Eli definitely fall into the latter category. Will her dedication to her job keep her from finding a possible future with Eli?Their latest case is protecting Violet Burrell, a young woman with scars on her soul stretching back to birth, who inadvertently witnesses a shockingly brutal murder at the hands of a sadist. Violet is determined to testify in court. Her strength and courage impress Eli and Bex, who will protect her at all costs.

But it is Violet’s beauty and spirit that entrances Junior Inspector Atticus Randall. Atticus is also assigned to protect Violet, and while he knows he should ignore his growing feelings for her, he just can’t stop himself from falling for the brave beauty.


Life in the Las Vegas branch of Witness Protection has never been more tangled. When the emotional landmines start a chain reaction, everyone in the blast radius is going to need a little shelter.

Excerpt:
She was close to the edge and he knew it, wanting to take his time before he brought her all theway off. Her taste was intoxicating and the way she moved, he was almost as close as she was. Her fingers tightened in his hair as she undulated beneath him. “Your tongue . . . God, Eli, don’t stop! Right there . . . I’m almost . . .”
He opened his eyes because he wanted to watch the release wash over her, and saw not Zoe, but red hair and bright green eyes full of fire. Bex’s mouth detailing how good it was, moaning and crying out his name. She reached for him, pulling him up to stretch out over her while she kissed him, tasting herself on his lips.
He pulled back to brush her bangs out of her face, with a gentle smile. “I’ve wanted this for so long . . .” He leaned in to kiss her again, only to hear a banging on the door.
Eli awoke to the sound of someone trying to beat his door down like he was a fugitive axe murderer.
At the moment, the axe-murder thing was an entirely plausible scenario, given his highly stimulated state. “Jesus, I’m coming.” He allowed himself a little chuckle at his own double entendre.
“Keep your pants on.”
He opened the door to Bex, looking wild-eyed and distinctly vexed, and suddenly wanted to amend his last statement. “Is the house on fire?”
She stormed past him into the house in a tight gray t-shirt and an ancient pair of jeans, smelling of oranges and something darker, something that made his already hyper libido perk up. “You didn’t tell me! You knew she was reading this,” she held the book aloft, “and you didn’t say anything!”
Eli closed the door, pausing to rest his head against the cool wood, trying to think of some way to distract her, so that she wouldn’t notice the tent in the front of his jeans. “I saw it the first day she came into the office.” He walked over to the fridge, wondering if it would be rude to dump a tray of ice cubes down his pants in front of a guest. “Can I get you a beer?”
Bex nodded as she paced from the living room to the couch and back again. “I mean, Jesus Christ on a cracker, Eli.” She took the beer he offered her and downed half of it, then tossed the book onto the sofa. “‘he broke the band of her underclothes”? Really?”
He froze at the words of his dream coming out of her mouth. Suddenly, a single ice cube tray seemed wholly insufficient. “Um, yes, there is that.” The lack of blood to his brain had rendered his more complicated conversational skills damn near impotent, a condition not suffered by the rest of him. “Did you read the rest of it?” He leaned back against the back of his couch, sipping his own beer and watching her sinewy movements. The jeans were an intense distraction, low on her hips and showing a tempting strip of belly when she walked.
“No! I got some take out on the way home from the range, opened a bottle of wine, kicked back on the couch. You’d have been proud of me. I was trying to relax until I opened up the book and read the porn you gave me masquerading as literature.”
“It’s not porn,” he responded automatically. Eli was paying less attention to her rant and more attention to her scent as she stalked past him on her pacing route. Oranges and sex filled his mind.
“It’s an amazing book full of gorgeous imagery, but the subject matter—”
She stopped in front of him, eyes glinting like emeralds. “The subject matter is sold on newsstands under brown paper wrappers.”
“Technically, the brown wrappers were used for the subscriptions through the mail in accordance with federal postal law. It’s done with opaque plastic now, and sold on the stands the same way. But this book,” Eli straightened slowly away from the couch, bringing him close enough that her scent made his nostrils flare as he mentally held himself in check. “This book is beautiful, one of the finest the language has to offer. I wouldn’t have thought you to be a prude.”
* * *
It was the voice of the phone call this afternoon, playful and sensual. Eli was close, damn close to her, looking down with eyes that were uncharacteristically dark. He looked . . . feral, on edge. His eyes dropped to her lips and she found herself holding her breath. “I’m not a prude,” she said finally, looking away and taking a step back to give herself some space to think, to breathe a scent that wasn’t him.
Surprisingly, he followed her movement, keeping close to her. “It’s a magnificent piece of literature, and yeah, it’s arousing . . .” his lips curled into a slow smile that made her stomach flip flop.
“It’s porn! I mean, you can dress it up with all the awards and pretty words, but it’s porn, and Violet gave it to AR to read.” She really wanted to stop having this argument, this conversation, because all she could think of was reenacting the scene she’d read with him instead of her imagination’s rendition of him.
He chuckled quietly, his eyes never leaving hers. “Vi’s seventeen, she’s pushing the envelope, experimenting. AR was, too. A little later than most, but still, he was definitely testing the limits.”
Eli’s eyes got a faraway look to them that she was coming to know very well. “Hell, by the time I was his age, I’d read it at least three times and owned my own copy.”
Bex crossed her arms over her chest, needing some distance between her and the crazy feelings roiling through her. “And when was the last time your arousal led you to fuck a schoolgirl?”
“When it was age appropriate,” he answered immediately. His gaze fell to her lips again, and she had the craziest urge to lick them, just to see what he’d do.
Everything about him tonight was intense, like he was charged with static electricity and looking for a place to go to ground. His flippant answer bugged her, because he was only flip when he was trying to deflect attention. Only one topic of late fit all those  criteria. “What was it like?”
“What?” His eyes traveled down her frame and back up, stopping at her lips again.
This time she did lick them, enjoying the way his eyes widened and he responded in kind. “What was it like? To just get lost in the moment like that?” The idea of first love was actually pretty foreign to her. A pretty fiction of storybooks and her mother’s romance novels, not something that happened to real people.
Her partner, she was noticing with increasing frequency, was as real as they came. From his vintage Animal t-shirt, to his well-worn jeans, and down to his surprisingly endearing bare feet. He had nice feet. She’d never seen them before. He shoved his hands in his pockets and sighed, seemingly having a staring contest with the floor just in front of his toes. Finally, he looked back at her and she could see something was different. “You really wanna know?” His voice had dropped to barely above a whisper.
She nodded, knowing her own voice would betray her immediately.
The corner of his mouth curled up into a half smile all the way to the dimple in his cheek. “It was amazing. Here was this girl who I had no business looking at, much less wanting, and yet, there we were.” He began to pace, the fitful energy radiating off him again. “She was gorgeous, different than anything I’d ever known, ever thought of . . . and she was mine. The taste of her lips kept me up at night after the first kiss. Wondering if she meant to do that, if she’d let me do it again. Was it as world altering for her?”
He was close enough to touch now, and she found herself fighting the urge to do so. Run her hand down his arm, touch his shoulder, something, she just craved the tactile contact. “Obviously it was. I mean, she let you do it again . . .” She licked her lips again, suddenly pissed that they were talking about another woman again. Kissing him, touching him, it pushed a whole panel of buttons in her, the ones she kept behind the bulletproof glass.
Eli reached out and swept her bangs behind her ear, his long fingers stealing a sigh from her as they traced a lingering path down her neck. “Maybe,” he whispered, stepping close enough for her to see that his eyes were almost black and full of intent.
He was going to kiss her and she was going to let him. She tilted her chin up, bringing her lips close to his, thinking that just maybe there might be some truth in that whole ‘living forward’ thing Vi spoke of. He, in turn, wound his fingers in her hair and settled his mouth over hers. 

Bex couldn’t tell who moaned first, but it was immaterial, since they both jumped apart at the police siren that kicked up outside. She was unnerved by what they had done, were about to do, would have gotten to sooner rather than later, and wow, he was a good kisser, for as brief as she’d had it. It’d been long enough that her mind had apparently misplaced that important tidbit of info. “I . . . I gotta go.”

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Leave a comment below (with email address) and your name will be thrown into the hat to win:
1st Prize - $15 gift card to Bookstrand (where you can buy Alexis' book!)
2nd Prize - eBook copy of Give Me Shelter

Every stop on this tour is eligible for the same contest.
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3 comments:

  1. Great excerpt. Made me want to read more.
    debby236 at gmail dot com

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  2. I loved that excerpt!!! I wanted to read more of the story!!! =) Thanks for posting that & for having this contest!

    I hope you have a great day!!

    Brandi
    BLeigh1130 at yahoo dot com

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  3. This sounds very good. I would love to take the time to tell you a little about me. I do book reviews for authors who sends me print copies or ARC's of their books and I would love to do one for you on a book. Sue Leech, 1273 Strahan rd.,New Columbia, PA 17856 I can be reached by two different emails as well. garysue47@yahoo.com or bookreviewsbuysue@yahoo.com Love hearing from you. Sue

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