Monday 26 September 2016

Release Day Book Tour, Review, Excerpt & Giveaway ~ Loving Amber (Riverstone Estate #1) by Roya Carmen

New Second Chance standalone from Roya Carmen.
Torn by tragedy. Reunited by love.

Book Description:

Torn by tragedy. Reunited by love.

Two years ago, I lost my husband and my brother to the same tragedy. To this day, I hold only one person responsible—Aiden Rogers, the beautiful boy I’ve known forever, the misfit I’ve both loved and hated, the one who always got to me. As far as I’m concerned, he’s the only one to blame.

Now he wants to be part of my life again—when I can finally see a future for my son and myself. I’ve found the perfect man in David, someone I can start over with, a man who will be the perfect father figure for Trevor. I have a plan. At last, I see the light, and I know I can make this work. 

I will not let Aiden Rogers drag me back into the darkness.

Author's note: contains sexual scenes and some coarse language. 

This is the first book of the Riverstone Estate Series and can be enjoyed as a standalone read.

The Riverstone Series: A beautiful estate. Three unforgettable love stories.

Following the sudden passing of their father, Amber, Ruby, and Flynn Riverstone inherit the family estate and find themselves facing new challenges, growing closer, and discovering love along the way.

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Our Review:

Reviewed by Donna ~ 3 stars
***ARC received for an honest review***

“You’re not Paul. You’re not fucking Paul.”

Loving Amber is a friends to lover’s romance with a fair bit of angst in true Roya Carmen fashion. The prologue begins as a recount of Amber’s diary entry as she is first inducted into “The Misfits,” her brothers little gang of blood brothers and Amber is allowed in due to her penchant for baking. Amber was one of the boys though, she was a tomboy through and through and throughout this book we are treated to snippets of their past through her diary entries.

Now, present day, Amber’s life is one tragedy after another, enough to bring anyone to their knees, but it is the fact that she is now a mother that keeps her going. Her six-year-old boy, Trevor is her life and she has to keep it together for his sake. Amber is a woman riddled with grief and a tonne of resentment, even though it was incredibly misguided. A single mum and a business owner her life is constantly on the go, leaving little room for relationships, not that she is there yet.

“Trevor deserves to be a kid. He deserves to live. You have no right to cage him. And you have no right to decide who loves him.”

The Misfits consisted of Amber’s brother, Flynn, her twin brother, Ken, Paul and Aiden, in a small rural town where there was not much to do but climb trees, ride horses and horse around and that is exactly what they did. Amber ends up marrying Paul, but Aiden had always carried a torch for her. As kids he was her arch nemesis, always teasing her and “pretending” to hate her, but we all know that there is a fine line between love and hate. A tragic accident takes Ken and Paul away and leaves Aiden with a huge dose of survivor’s guilt, but what hurts the most is Amber turning her back on him.

“If I try for more, she’ll eventually break my heart. How could she not? She’s still so broken herself. I’ve already let her break me once or twice. Third time’s not a charm.”

Aiden was an adorable character and I really connected with him. Not only had he lost two of his best friends but he had also lost Amber too. He was alone. His own rehabilitation had taken years but he has since thrown himself into work trying his hardest to overcome his own demons.

There has always been something between Amber and Aiden, even Amber knew it, but it was something that was never acted upon, except for one kiss. These two have a lot to overcome, first start is actually communicating but can these two actually move on from the past and let bygones be bygones?

“…if there’s one thing I can’t do, it’s stand by and watch you move on with your life without me in it.”

I loved Roya Carmen’s Rule Breakers series and she became a firm favourite. This was a new side to her writing for me and while it was a good story, for me personally I had no character connection at all to Amber. I felt ambivalent towards her, and her initial treatment and actions towards Aiden just made me dislike her even more. For me, there was that little something missing. Aiden however was a totally different kettle of fish, I felt his pain, I felt his guilt and to see a guy go above and beyond to make peace to get little acknowledgment was heart breaking. I have to admit, my tears leaked once, but it was solely Aiden’s pain that brought them on.

“You know what else it takes to be a real man…A man who loves his woman, cherishes her, is faithful to her, and rocks her world.”

Amber’s sister, Ruby is up next. She is the total opposite to Amber and already made her appearance felt in this book so I cannot wait to see what her story entails, I bet it won’t be boring!


“The dress will need to come off,” I tell her with a playful smile—I want her to feel at ease. 

She turns to the side and unzips herself, reaches for the skirt of her dress, and pulls it over her head. She’s wearing a sexy pink lace bra and matching thong. I wonder if she slipped those on thinking of me. Or David? I wonder how long it would take me to rip it all off. She peeks at me through her lashes, still shy but aroused. Her gaze finally reaches mine, and it’s pleading, begging me to come to her. 

I kneel in front of her. I desperately want to kiss her—she’s just so beautiful. But I know that if I kiss her, I’ll get lost in her and I’ll want to make love to her. She and I together is a very bad plan. Too much history there, and even after all we’ve been through, I can only see her as Paul’s girl. But right now, she’s just a woman who desperately needs to touched, and I’m the man who desperately wants to touch her. I trace the lacy edges of her bra with my finger. She’s breathing so hard her chest is heaving. I pull the fabric with a finger and tuck it under, revealing her breast. Wow. Her nipple is pink, hard, and begging to be licked, but if I go there, I won’t be able to stop myself. I know myself too well. 

She closes her eyes again, and I take her in—her soft stomach, her sexy legs. I eagerly make my way down. I stroke her thighs gently again, and she opens her legs for me. She’s arousing me so much it’s painful. I trail my hand between her thighs where she’s wet—the soft fabric, what little there is of it, is soaked. 

She throws her head back, her mouth open—she’s gasping for air. Finding her wet like this and wanting to be inside her so badly, is so fucking hard on me. I try to remind myself that this isn’t about me; it’s about her. As bad as I want to do all the things to her I shouldn’t be doing, I know I can’t. I’m on a mission.

I reach for the string of her thong and tug down. I’d planned to be soft with her, but I find myself being hard. She props her rear up and her hands press against the mattress, tangled in the sheets. As I struggle with the fabric, she reaches for it and pulls the thong down with me. It’s clear that she wants it off. In that moment, I forget all about myself. All I want to do is please her and make her come. 

I’ve never seen her like this. I steal a moment to savour the sight of her small patch of neatly trimmed hair and tempting pink lips. I’m so hard as I slip my finger along her wetness, slowly teasing her. I explore further, up along her sex to her sweet spot. 

“Your body is yours, Amber.” I know her. I know a big chunk of guilt is probably lingering at the back of her mind, and I just want her to let go of that and enjoy the moment. “No one has a hold on it but you. It’s yours. All I want to do is to make you feel good like this. It doesn’t have to be anything more. Do you want this? If you don’t, tell me to stop, and I will.”

She lets out a cry and squirms as I pull my hand away for a second. She doesn’t need to say a single word. It’s crystal clear—she desperately wants me to make her come. 

Filthy images play in my mind as I imagine all the things I would love to do to her. I’d love her legs wrapped around my head. I’d drive her wild, taking her to the edge and swiftly pulling back only to wrench her hard against me again. I’d sink into her and get completely lost in her. But I can’t do all those things, as much as I would love to. I can’t take this too far. 

I’ve been cruel long enough. I’ve teased her plenty. It’s just so amazing to finally touch her. I reach for her sweet spot and feel her hard clit on the tips of my fingers. She wails and spreads her legs wider. I’ll take her over the edge in a few seconds, but I selfishly want this moment to last forever. Watching her like this—panting, a perfect breast hanging out of her delicate bra, legs spread wide for me—it’s the most gorgeous sight. I pull away from her, greedy as fuck. I want to hear her cry, to hear her beg. She winces as I pull my hand away. She opens her beautiful eyes, silently asking me why I’m being such a tease. 

“Close your eyes,” I order, and she does. I don’t want her to see what I’m about to do. I close my eyes as I bring my finger to my nose and inhale her scent. It’s just as I always imagined. Then I draw my wet fingers to my mouth and taste her—so, so sweet. 

“Please,” she begs. “Don’t stop.” 

It’s just what I need to hear. With just another sweep or two of my fingers along her slick sex, she arches her back off the bed, opens her beautiful eyes to look at me again, and I finally make her come. 

Seeing Amber, who is always so contained, so put-together, so perfect, get lost under my touch is unbelievable. The sight of her tiny hands grasping my mattress, her beautiful mouth wide open, the sweet sound of her cries bouncing off my walls—it’s almost too much. I’ve dreamed about this scenario dozens of times, and the real thing is even better than it ever was in my imagination. 

About the Author:

Busy mom, naughty writer, comic-addict, artist & designer, book-aholic, nature lover, and hopeless romantic.

When I’m not writing, I can usually be found hanging with my family, reading, camping and travelling, painting, yoga-ing (very ungracefully), shooting pool, or at my favourite bookstore cafĂ© with my book friends. 

A Northern French-Canadian gal, I now live just near Toronto where it’s much, much warmer!

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