*~*A Little Too Hot by Lisa Desrochers Blog Tour – Alternate POV, Review & Giveaway*~*

Title: A Little Too Hot (A Little Too Far #3)

By: Lisa Desrochers

Genre: New Adult Contemporary Romance

Release Date: January 21, 2014

Publisher: William Morrow Impulse

“Every page is deliciously breathtaking, wickedly sexy and sensational. A LITTLE TOO HOT is wonderfully unique and a LOT HOT! I am a HUGE Lisa Desrochers fan.”
— Katy Evans, New York Times bestselling author of REAL

“Lisa is brilliant at creating sizzling sexual tension and impossible circumstances that make the reader hold their breath all the way to happy ever after.”
— Jay Crownover, New York Times bestselling author of RULE

From USA Today bestselling author Lisa Desrochers, comes the third book in her sizzling New Adult series.

If you play with fire…

Tossed out of college and cut off by her parents, Samantha West is in pretty dire straits. So when her rocker best friend hooks her up with a job dancing at a gentlemen’s club, who is she to turn it down? Plus, there are rules to dancing at Benny’s: No touching, keep your clothes on at all times, and never get closer than three feet. Unfortunately for Sam, her first private client makes her want to break every single one of them.

Harrison Yates is scorching hot, but he’s got a past that involves being left at the altar not too long ago. Sam is determined to make him forget about his ex, but when she makes her move, it flings her life into a spiral of chaos she never saw coming.

Because Harrison Yates isn’t who he seems to be. And his secret will probably get her killed.

Have you read A Little Too Far and A Little Too Mush, the first two books in the series? I LOVED both of them! Check out my review for A Little Too Far here and A Little Too Much here. Even better A Little Too Far is only $1.50 right now…A Little Too Much is only $1.99…and A Little Too Hot is only $2.99! Such a great deal on the whole series!

Title: A Little Too Far (A Little Too Far #1)

By: Lisa Desrochers

Genre: New Adult Contemporary Romance

Release Date: September 17th, 2013

Publisher: William Morrow Impulse

Have you ever gone just a little too far?

Lexie Banks has.

Yep. She just had mind-blowing sex with her stepbrother. In her defense, she was on the rebound, and it’s more of a my-dad-happened-to-marry-a-woman-with-a-super-hot-son situation. But still, he’s been her best friend and confidant for better part of the last few years…and is so off limits. It’s a good thing she’s leaving in two days for a year abroad in Rome. But even thousands of miles away, Lexie can’t seem to escape trouble. Raised Catholic, she goes to Confession in hopes of alleviating some of her guilt…and maybe not burning in hell. Instead, she stumbles out of the confessional right into Alessandro Moretti, a young and very easy on the eyes deacon…only eight months away from becoming a priest. Lexie and Alessandro grow closer, and when Alessandro’s signals start changing despite his vow of celibacy, she doesn’t know what to think. She’s torn between falling in love with the man she shouldn’t want and the man she can’t have. And she isn’t sure how she can live with herself either way.

 

 

Title: A Little Too Much (A Little Too Far #2)

Author: Lisa Desrochers

Genre: New Adult Contemporary Romance

Release Date: November 12, 2013

Publisher: William Morrow Impulse

In the follow-up to Lisa Desrochers’ explosive New Adult novel A Little too Far, Alessandro Moretti must face the life he escaped and the girl he loved and left behind.

Twenty-two year old Hilary McIntyre would like nothing more than to forget her past. As a teenager abandoned to the system, she faced some pretty dark times. But now that’s all behind her. Hilary has her life on track, and there’s no way she’ll head back down that road again.

Until Alessandro Moretti—the one person who can make her remember—shows up on her doorstep. He’s even more devastatingly gorgeous than before, and he’s much too close for comfort. Worse, he sees right through the walls she’s built over these last eight years, right into her heart and the secrets she’s guarding.

As Hilary finds herself falling back into love with the man who, as a boy both saved and destroyed her, she must decide. Past or future? Truth or lies?

 

 

This has to be one of my favorite series…each book has really touched me, I love the writing and the characters and they’re truly fabulous romances. I had a love/hate relationship with Harrison…but I can definitely say one thing…I enjoy being in his POV!  Check out this alternate POV scene from Chapter 6!

Harrison

Chapter 6

I pace the dim, dank VIP room, unable to explain why my palms are sweating. I feel like a fifteen-year-old, waiting at the movies for his first date to show up. But it’s not our first meeting. I’ve paid for her. She has to show. So, why am I nervous?

I sit on the sagging couch to force myself to stop pacing. The whirring ceiling fan does nothing to dispel the weight of the air, so heavy it near chokes me.

There’s a commotion in the hallway, and I hear a guy shout, “Hey, Nora! Anyone in the VIP room? Red and I need the couch and a thermometer for a science experiment. How hot is backstage sex between a rocker and an exotic dancer? Will spontaneous combustion occur? Inquiring minds want to know.”

Just as the door flings open, a woman’s voice shrieks, “Put her down, you Neanderthal! She’s got work to do!”

I stand as Sam comes into the room, but she’s ass-first, over the shoulder of a good-looking guy a few years younger than me, with ink up his arms and neck and a chiseled and very pierced face.

He lifts a hand off her legs and holds it up to me. “Sorry, man. Didn’t know anyone was in here.”

Sam kicks free of his grasp and slides off his shoulder to the floor. She wobbles for a second on those high-heeled boots before gaining her balance. “You moron,” she mutters shoving the guy.

An older woman lunges through the open door and grabs the kid by the back of his T-shirt, dragging him backward toward the door.

“Inquiring minds want to know!” he calls, just as it snaps shut.

“Your boyfriend?” I ask, my eyes flicking to the door, where my possible competition just vanished.

Her eyes fly wide. “Hell, no!”

I tip my head at the couch. “So you were donating your body to science, so to speak.”

“He’s just a friend.” The irritated expression on her face as she says it causes the knot in my stomach to soften. “A really stupid friend.”

I rake my eyes down the front of her, over the skimpy black satin vest and shorts and the laced thigh high boots, and something hot and hungry flares in my gut. As my gaze scans its way back up her body, I see through the thin satin vest that her nipples have hardened. A certain part of my anatomy responds in kind.

I move closer as my gaze reaches her face. “You were amazing out there tonight. The way you move is just so…” …fucking incredible. But I trail off without saying it as her eyes flare. There’s no mistaking the look in her smoldering gaze, and my jeans tighten around my stiffening dick.

I sit again to hide the evidence as she moves to the stereo and cranks the music louder. She steps away from the stereo and lifts her arms overhead, and her body starts to sway, the tiny costume she’s wearing is doing nothing to keep me from imagining her totally nude. Watching her move—the roll of her hips and the thrust of her tits as her body undulates with the slow rhythm; the way her hands glide over her curves and don’t shy away from her most sensitive places; and the way her smoldering gaze holds mine the whole time, fire to ice—all I know is, she makes me want to forget who I am and why I’m here and just bury myself inside her and live there. She makes me want to map every inch of her body with my tongue. She makes me want to ride her hard and put her away wet. Because there’s not much question this girl would be dynamite in the sack.

I can take her right now and cement this deal—and something tells me she’d let me. Something in her look tells me she’d even enjoy it.

But there’s also something about her that makes me want to protect her, and the thing she most needs protection from at this exact moment is me. Because even though she’s oblivious, I’m her worst nightmare.

And she’s mine.

I tip my head back and let out an animal growl, then stand and yank on my jeans, trying to make my enormous erection fit inside them.

“Dance with me,” she purrs, all sex and desire, and it’s my total undoing.

I swallow and move closer, stopping a foot away. “I thought there was a three foot rule.”

Her eyes flare red heat. “I’m modifying it to one foot.”

I reach for her waist, needing to feel her body under my hands, but she backs away and shakes her head. “Still no touching. Sorry.”

God, this girl is going to be the death of me. One of us is leaving this room a totally ruined person, and, despite the plan, I’m starting to doubt it’s going to be her.

She lifts her arms overhead again and starts to circle her hips, and it’s like her body blends with the music, turning hot and molten and fluid. But she never breaks eye contact, and I feel her flowing through my veins.

At first, I can’t move, but finally, her scorching lava melts the ice inside and I start to sway to the rhythm.

The hint of a smile pulls at those full, red, blow-me lips, and her eyes flutter closed for a second as she moans a little. I close my eyes, forcing myself back under control.

But then she turns, and the motion brings us closer. She rolls her hips with the steady beat, and her ass brushes against where my dick is trying to rip through the denim of my jeans.

I suck in a breath. “Jesus, Sam,” I groan, my voice thick and strangled as I try to hold myself together. “Are you sure I can’t touch you?”

“Yes,” she whispers with a slight turn of her head.

And, God, she smells amazing. Like spice and sex.

I lean closer, my lips nearly touching her ear. “Yes, I can touch you? Or yes, you’re sure I can’t.”

“I’m sure you can’t.” Her voice comes out rough, and I can’t stop the groan as I come unglued.

I need this. Not only because it’s what I came for, but also because I can’t remember every being so drawn to one girl. I can’t remember every feeling this desperate to be inside anyone—and that includes my ex-fiancée. But with Sam, it’s base and it’s raw. Desire at its purest. And watching her move, I make my decision.

“I’m not sure I’m going to be able to stop myself,” I say in a rare moment of honesty. My lips brush her ear, and I swear she stops breathing. “Sam? I coax, shifting so I’m just touching her. “Please say I can.”

She leans her back against my chest, and a throaty moan rolls up from deep inside her. Her moan turns into a low, hissing gasp when I close my hands over my hips and I grind myself against her. She tips her head back into my shoulder and I skim my nose over the tender skin of her neck, inhaling the sweet, hot scent of sex oozing from her pores. It goes straight to my groin, and I almost come on the spot with the rush.

As we move together to the slow beat, our hips rolling in unison, I imagine I’m inside her. I pulse for her, my hard-on becoming painful. My hand glides around her bare midriff, and I know I’m not going to be able to contain myself for much longer. There’s fire under my skin and every nerve ending throbs with want.

She doesn’t stop me when I trace my fingertips over the soft, bare skin along the dangerously low waistband of her tiny shorts, then slip them underneath. And when my other hand glides under the lapel of her vest and cups the swell of her breast, skin on skin, she gasps. She tries to pull away, but I hold her tight against me, rolling her hardened nipple under my thumb. She collapses against my body and moans again, deep and desperate, the sound of pure longing. Her moan shatters any shred of self-control I might have been clinging to. I am so far over the uncrossable line that I’m putting everything I’ve worked for at risk. But in this instant, I don’t care.

She rocks her hips, encouraging my fingertips under her waistband lower. But just as I slip under the elastic of her thong, there’s a bang from the hallway outside.

I’m so stunned that I don’t stop her from pulling away. But the next second, Sam escapes through the door into the hall without a word.

I stand here for a full minute, trying to will my heartbeat out of the stratosphere and tame the beast inside my pants.

Tomorrow. Tomorrow I get what I came for.

A Little Too Hot by Lisa Desrochers

My rating: 5 of 5 stars

*ARC Given to Blog for Review*

4.5 “Jezebel” “dragonfly” “safe” Kisses

OMG…this book made me squeal. Like hard core…multiple times…uncontrollable noises were coming from my body. How does a book do that to me?!?! ARGH!!! It was amazing and awesome and I loved it and I love this series and I’m babbling and I don’t care! The angst…the chemistry…the characters…I. Loved. Everything. This was everything I loved about A Little Too Far and A Little Too Much but amped up, put on steroids mixed in a blender with this glorious sexual tension and laid out for my enjoyment. And ladies and gentlemen…I enjoyed immensely. Can you read A Little Too Hot without reading A Little Too Far and A Little Too Much? Absolutely…but…I think it means more if you read them in order. It’s not a deal breaker though.

Samantha Erin West…Sam Sam Sam…my little redheaded train wreck. And she really is…the poor girl just can’t seem to get anything right no matter how hard she tries…she’s screwed up in every avenue of her life – she flunked out of college, got fired from her last job, kicked out of her parents house and the one boy she’s loved for most of her teenage years is in love with her bestie, Lexie…who she’s not really best friends with anymore since the whole ‘I’m in love with my step-brother’ convo happened. See? Sounds like a great time to just give up, right? But God bless Sam, she somehow pulls it together and still manages to move forward. With the help of one of the only men that hasn’t abandoned her, her best friend Jonathan, Sam is going to change things…change the way her life is going – she’s full of possibility and promise. She’s got a new job and she is going to show everyone that doubted her (including her mother!)…and there is a brief glimpse of hope….and then it all comes crashing down again. And all because of a certain tall, blonde and sexy man with ice blue eyes.

“Just put a big red stamp on my forehead. ‘Samantha West: Failure at life.’ Washed up at twenty-one.”
His tongue pokes at the labret through the corner of his lower lip as he fights a smile. “You’re not really a failure at life. Just most aspects of it.”

Blake Montgomery…or is it Harrison Yates? (for those of you who don’t know who Harrison Yates is…google him, it’s kinda funny). Alright so before I really get into the core of Blake…I have to first go over everything I loved – because there were things I did love about him…so many, I decided he deserves a list:

1. He’s from Texas (that’s worth like a million hotness points of me)
2. He’s got a super sexy tattoo
3. He’s gorgeous…blonde hair, blue eyes, tall, muscles, yummm
4. He’s very protective
5. He likes country music
6. He can cook – hello! Sexy…
7. He’s dedicated to his job
8. He’s intelligent – like…bordering on brilliant
9. He can say some of the sexiest, swooniest things but I am more drawn to his actions and what he says with his eyes than anything else.
10. He has a weakness for a certain redhead

So…I went through stages with Blake…at first I was so freakin’ into him it was ridiculous – everything that Sam was feeling for him, I was there, I was on the Blake bandwagon. Then…the shit hits the fan and I was so frustrated and angry and sad…I didn’t want to not like him, but I couldn’t help it! He made me so mad…irrationally mad – like to the point of tears because of what he was doing to Sam…or more like the effect his actions were having on Sam…either way – what was happening to Sam was his fault and he knew it and it was not having a positive reaction on anyone. But after the anger and frustration had subsided, we got to know him better…know some more truths about the situation and I guess if you want to call it justification for everything…I got it. I understood Blake…I felt for him and at his core there is one thing that never waivered throughout the course of the book and that’s his determination to keep Sam safe….and I loved that.

‘He shoves a hand through his hair and lowers his gaze. “You make me crazy. I can’t even think when I’m around you.”
“I don’t want you to think.”
His eyes life to mine as I stalk toward him. They burn with needs as I lay my hands on his chest, then smooth them up to his shoulders.
“What about the rules?” he asks, breathily.
“Screw the rules.” I push him backward until the sofa takes his legs out from under him, then climb astride his lap.
His hands glide over my curves, setting every nerve ending on fire. “I could almost forget the rest of the world exists when I’m in here with you.”’

Sam and Blake…oh boy…they’re interesting. Definitely far from your normal progression of a relationship…the way they meet is different, they way they get to know each other is a little unconventional, you have the normal push and pull but the context of the push and pull is far from the norm. They don’t want to want each other…they really can’t (especially Blake) but they can’t help their attraction and I can’t help but love that. They both had an equally huge weakness for each other. I mean even when Sam had every right to want to punch Blake in the balls…she couldn’t help her feelings for him…and just as much as Blake wanted to be with Sam, his strength and determination against taking it anywhere that it couldn’t go was firm…which while frustrating is admirable. But it’s the little things he did for her that just made me melt…he cooks for her, indulges her in any way he can…I loved that they had the whole karate thing in common…and yet I loved equally how much she couldn’t stand his country music.

‘He closes his eyes and his head drops back on the sofa. “Sam.” His voice is course with pure animal need, but I can’t miss the tinge of despair in it too.
“Forget her,” I whisper in his ear. “She’s gone. I’m here.”
His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows hard. I run my lips and my tongue up his throat to the angle of his jaw and he groans. The next second he’s kissing me as if I were his beginning and his end.’

A Little Too Hot is so different and yet so similar to ALTF and ALTM….the build is still there…this is not a quick book where the couple just jumps into this fast love affair, while yes their initial reaction to each other is a little quick, it’s still logical…plus their passion and chemistry is developed over weeks of getting to know each other, mixed with other…complications to their already complex scenario. Things are messy at best but I loved the fact that Sam and Blake could not deny what was between them…what had always been between them from the very beginning. But the difference is, this is the first book in the serious where the couple didn’t have any history. In both ALTF and ALTM the couples had known each other…they had shared history, and Sam and Blake didn’t have that…but magically, I felt their connection just as strong as I did the other two couples. Their sexual attraction was amazing but that is not what held them together in my eyes.

‘He shakes his head slowly. “It wasn’t like that. We never…it wasn’t like this,” he says with a wave of his hand between us. “I’ve never been on fire like this for any other woman.”
My heart skips. “You’re on fire for me?”
He hands his head, but his smoldering gaze stays locked on mine. “Burning alive.”’

Another thing that was different about ALTH was the angst ‘topic’ if you will…of course there was the angst between Sam and Blake…but there were other external factors. I can’t go into specific details because I don’t want to spoil anything but I will say that law enforcement was involved and there is a criminal element to the plot…normally this is where my brain checks out. Honestly…there are very few times that this kind of thing really does it for me – I don’t know why because when it comes to movies/tv shows/etc. I usually love that stuff – but for whatever crazy reason I don’t like it so much in my romance books. In a ALTH I loved it…I ate it up gladly with a big spoonful of more please – I’m not sure if it’s the way it was incorporated or the way Lisa wrote it but I couldn’t get enough and it totally worked for me.

‘There’s something beautiful and tagic in his soul that speaks to mine. I want to know him. I want to know every inch of him.’

Then again there is not a whole lot I can complain about when it comes to Lisa Desrochers’s writing. She grabs me by the metaphorical balls and just gets me in all the right ways. Her detail astounds me…it’s perfection, she always adds just enough description where I feel like I am actually in whatever location she is depicting. I mean…you can read the books if you just want to feel transported all around the world – we’ve gone to Rome, New York and now California…I love it! But I really feel with ALTH the descriptions were bumped up a level because…Sam dances. Describing a dance is…difficult, at least IMO – it’s not easy to give a clear depiction of how the human body can move but damn…I saw it all right in front of my very eyes. And it wasn’t just the detail…I already said she had me physically vocalizing my emotions…I was right there with Sam the entire way. When she was excited, I was excited…when she was scared, I was scared….whatever she was feeling, I was feeling…full on and then some. It was awesome…except for the screaming/squealing part…then I felt kinda crazy – but I’m still okay with it. Another thing…just like with ALTM there was this moment…at 27% actually…where I was just knocked upside the head. That’s twice she has completely blown me away with something I didn’t see coming. That has never happened…I mean, not that I’ve never not seen something coming but two times in a row. That’s just fabulous. Love it.

‘Too soon, he pulls back. There’s fire in his gaze. “Good night, Sam West. I’ll dream about you in that dress tonight.”
I kiss him again, just a peck on the lips. “Good night, Blake Montgomery. After a kiss like that, I’ll be dreaming about you too.”’

I am in full on denial that the A Little Too Far series is over…there is no way. Nope…I refuse to believe it. We still need Katie’s story…especially with the little development that happened at Lexie’s wedding…plus now I’m all into Jonathan (Sam’s BFF is a little man whoring rock star and I LOVE him!)…plus Ginger (Jonathan’s girlfriend)…she’s a little quirky, but I kinda like her. So…I’m going to beg for more and sit here in denial that it’s over…cause I don’t want it to be.

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Lisa Desrochers lives in northern California with her husband, two very busy daughters, and Shini the tarantula. If you’d told her five years ago she’d write a book, she’d have laughed in your face. As it turns out, she’d owe you an apology. Writing has become an addiction for Lisa and A Little Too Far, courtesy of HarperCollins, is her first novel for adults. She is also the author of the young adult Personal Demons trilogy from Macmillan. When she’s not writing, she’s reading, and she adores stories that take her to new places, and then take her by surprise.