Series: Riverstone Estate #1
on September 26th, 2016
Genres: Contemporary Romance
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 responsibleÔÇöAiden Rogers, the beautiful boy IÔÇÖve known forever, the misfit IÔÇÖve both loved and hated, the one who always got to me. As far as IÔÇÖm concerned, heÔÇÖs the only one to blame.
Now he wants to be part of my life againÔÇöwhen I can finally see a future for my son and myself. IÔÇÖve 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 first book in a new series by Roya Carman, and the first of Roya Carmen’s that IÔÇÖve read. Loving Amber is a ÔÇ£love storyÔÇØ about ÔÇ£second chancesÔÇØ (when there really wasnÔÇÖt a first) and ÔÇ£friends turned to loversÔÇØ story. Why the quotes? Those are air quotes and you know what that means… While I ended up liking the story, I did struggle with this book a bit and honestly IÔÇÖm really surprised. This is one pf those cases where the main character seemed to make me a bit crazy. It’s also a time where I wonder if the author didn’t mean to make the character entirely likable. After all, we are all flawed.
Amber is a widow of 2 years and Aiden was her husband’s business partner and best friend. They all grew up together, and Amber married Paul and they started a family. In retrospect and flashbacks we come to realize that there are unresolved issues and feelings between Amber and Aiden. There are also new obstacles that leave it hard to believe these two will ever be friends again, much less something more.
My one issue with this book is that I absolutely never warmed up to Amber. In fact, there were times I felt absolute disdain for her. Amber plays the grieving widow card to get what she wants. ItÔÇÖs completely insensitive to everyone around her. Her family, a brother and sister, lost a sibling too, and Aiden, well she blames him for the entire thing. So that leaves us with Amber being combative with Aiden. Then she decides she wants to move past the past her anger and she begins running to him for affection. But Amber is so self-absorbed itÔÇÖs almost manic and crazy. She even fesses up ( in her head) that she can be a little abrasive:
ÔÇ£I chuckle a bit, but itÔÇÖs a forced laugh. Why doesnÔÇÖt he want to stay for bit? Does he hate me now? Is he scared of me? I do come off strong sometimes – I donÔÇÖt blame himÔÇØ
*whispers* Pssst Amber –>Then do something about it!
Her attitude irritates me to no end and I dreaded being in her headspace. I looked forward to the chapters where we were with Aiden. I began to wonder why he would care for her the way he does. He’s not a bad guy, but he takes far too much of her bull. I lost count of the times she went back and forth with him. Ultimately, I feel like she really used him and I hoped he would see it, see Amber for what she was. For once I didnÔÇÖt root for the couple to be together. I was invested in this read because I wanted to see her change but her attempts just got there.
ÔÇ£…what seemed like a given doesnÔÇÖt seem so sure anymore. In the span of a second or two, a million questions run through my mind. Does he not want this? Are we not together?…ÔÇØ
And it goes on and on. So, I gave this a 4 star because it evoked such a strong reaction. I have a ton of highlights and usually that means I adored the characters. In this case though, I felt like like I was counting Ambers’ transgressions. That said IÔÇÖm interested and looking forward to┬áRubyÔÇÖs story ┬ácalled Loving Ruby.
~Review by Cyndi
ÔÇ£The dress will need to come off,ÔÇØ I tell her with a playful smileÔÇöI 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. SheÔÇÖs 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 itÔÇÖs pleading, begging me to come to her.
I kneel in front of her. I desperately want to kiss herÔÇösheÔÇÖs just so beautiful. But I know that if I kiss her, IÔÇÖll get lost in her and IÔÇÖll want to make love to her. She and I together is a very bad plan. Too much history there, and even after all weÔÇÖve been through, I can only see her as PaulÔÇÖs girl. But right now, sheÔÇÖs just a woman who desperately needs to touched, and IÔÇÖm the man who desperately wants to touch her. I trace the lacy edges of her bra with my finger. SheÔÇÖs 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 wonÔÇÖt be able to stop myself. I know myself too well.
She closes her eyes again, and I take her inÔÇöher soft stomach, her sexy legs. I eagerly make my way down. I stroke her thighs gently again, and she opens her legs for me. SheÔÇÖs arousing me so much itÔÇÖs painful. I trail my hand between her thighs where sheÔÇÖs wetÔÇöthe soft fabric, what little there is of it, is soaked.
She throws her head back, her mouth openÔÇösheÔÇÖs 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 isnÔÇÖt about me; itÔÇÖs about her. As bad as I want to do all the things to her I shouldnÔÇÖt be doing, I know I canÔÇÖt. IÔÇÖm on a mission.
I reach for the string of her thong and tug down. IÔÇÖd 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. ItÔÇÖs 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.
IÔÇÖve 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. IÔÇÖm so hard as I slip my finger along her wetness, slowly teasing her. I explore further, up along her sex to her sweet spot.
ÔÇ£Your body is yours, Amber.ÔÇØ 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. ÔÇ£No one has a hold on it but you. ItÔÇÖs yours. All I want to do is to make you feel good like this. It doesnÔÇÖt have to be anything more. Do you want this? If you donÔÇÖt, tell me to stop, and I will.ÔÇØ
She lets out a cry and squirms as I pull my hand away for a second. She doesnÔÇÖt need to say a single word. ItÔÇÖs crystal clearÔÇöshe 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. IÔÇÖd love her legs wrapped around my head. IÔÇÖd drive her wild, taking her to the edge and swiftly pulling back only to wrench her hard against me again. IÔÇÖd sink into her and get completely lost in her. But I canÔÇÖt do all those things, as much as I would love to. I canÔÇÖt take this too far.
IÔÇÖve been cruel long enough. IÔÇÖve teased her plenty. ItÔÇÖs 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. IÔÇÖll take her over the edge in a few seconds, but I selfishly want this moment to last forever. Watching her like thisÔÇöpanting, a perfect breast hanging out of her delicate bra, legs spread wide for meÔÇöitÔÇÖs 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 IÔÇÖm being such a tease.
ÔÇ£Close your eyes,ÔÇØ I order, and she does. I donÔÇÖt want her to see what IÔÇÖm about to do. I close my eyes as I bring my finger to my nose and inhale her scent. ItÔÇÖs just as I always imagined. Then I draw my wet fingers to my mouth and taste herÔÇöso, so sweet.
ÔÇ£Please,ÔÇØ she begs. ÔÇ£DonÔÇÖt stop.ÔÇØ
ItÔÇÖs 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 wallsÔÇöitÔÇÖs almost too much. IÔÇÖve dreamed about this scenario dozens of times, and the real thing is even better than it ever was in my imagination.
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