Blog Tour: Overwhelmed by You by Nashoda Rose +ARC Review, Excerpt & Giveaway

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Synopsis
Love is ugly and secrets will destroy you.

KAT 
I don’t beg. 
I don’t cry. 
And I don’t give second chances. 

Ream, the lead guitarist from the band Tear Asunder, deserves a gold medal for best dick move ever when he ran the moment he discovered my secret after two days of hot sex. Then he brings some chick to my coming home party from the hospital—after being shot. 
I hate him. 

Until … 

Ream’s six foot two frame unfolds out of the car after being gone on tour for eight months. I stared, unable to help myself. And in my defense, any girl would stare. It would almost be rude not to because Ream was the type of guy who stood out. Not because he had pink hair or shouted or was obnoxious. No, it was because he was the complete opposite. 
Subtle and dangerously quiet. 
If he spoke, you’d better hope he liked you because otherwise you’d be falling at his feet begging for mercy. 
Except me … I don’t beg—ever. But when our eyes locked, it was Ream’s confident cold indifference that had my nerves shooting off like jet sprinklers.

Then… 

Ream told me he didn’t need a second chance because he was still working on his first. 

REAM
Sex is ugly. 
It’s using someone for your own narcissistic pleasure. 
I did it and I hated it—until her. She was unfuckinexpected. 
Then I had to wreck our beginning with my screwed up past. 
I don’t deserve her, but I’m selfish and I’m taking her anyway. 
This is who I am and it’s too late to change me.


*Warning contains violence, sexual content, and coarse language. Mature audiences 18+*

A contemporary romance with lots of angst and a taste of dark.
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I swung the statue down onto his skull again and again.
The sound of crushing bone crackled throughout the room.
Blood splattered my green T-shirt like a mist of rain.
I didn’t care. Not one bit.
He destroyed her.
He deserved this.
Images of the bruises on her arms, the puncture marks, blurred my vision.
She watched me kill him.
Sitting on the floor, dazed with a glassy look in her eyes.
This was my fault.
I let this happen to her. I didn’t protect her.
I threw the statue aside. It made a loud thud as it hit the wood floor, and she jerked. I glanced at the needles on the bedside table. The yellow elastic band.
I was glad he was dead.
I strode over to her, picked her frail, weightless body up, and ran.
Her beauty was wilting. My angel. I had done that.
Ream
“Babe … You’re going to fuckin’ kill me.” Body tightening, I groaned as my dick jerked in her mouth. “Ahh, Christ.” She withdrew then circled the tip with her tongue as her hand cupped my balls, only to slide a finger down further to caress between my butt cheeks. Holy fuck, I’d never been blowed like this before—ever. Shit, who was I kidding? I never let a woman have this kind of control over me. If I had … I didn’t like to remember it.
The heat of her mouth surrounded me again, and she slowly took all of me until her lips touched my balls. I nearly came right then as I swore beneath my breath, my fingers fisting in her hair.
“Baby.”
Her silky moisture felt like I was wrapped in velvet. She slowly slid back and my hands curled into the sheet as the pressure increased until I slipped from her mouth. She took a breath then swallowed me again. I was so turned on, I couldn’t even think straight. Watching her take me like that … God, how the fuck did I ever get off before her?
Her head bobbed up and down faster, then harder, and all I could hear was her sweet mouth sucking my cock like it was her Popsicle.
I closed my eyes. Jesus, I never wanted it to end.
Harder. Suck me, harder.
My eyes flew open and I stiffened. No. Don’t ruin this. Fuck.
But it always did.
Be good and it won’t hurt.
I was breathing too hard. I was too tense. It would hurt more if I was tense.
Smack.
Ask me for more.
No. No, more.
Smack.
Ask me nicely.
Mo … re. Plea … se.
Fuck no. Jesus, why?
Because I hated this and I needed to end it and get the fuck out—fast. Letting her go down on me was a mistake. I never let a chick put her mouth me. Shit, what had I been thinking? I thought it might be different after spending two weeks with her. I liked her, damn it. But I couldn’t do this.
I grabbed her by the shoulders. “Get off me.”
Her magnetic blue eyes widened, and I felt her hand jerk on my cock. “What?”
“I said get the fuck off me.” My hands tightened on her shoulders and I felt the familiar sickness rolling in my stomach. I had to get the hell out of here. I should’ve never done this with her. I didn’t do sweet and slow; I did fast and hard and I was out of there before the bullshit barreled into me.
I went to roll out from under her, but she found my hand that had a death grip on the sheet. Her fingers slowly pried open my fist, and then she entwined them with mine and squeezed.
I looked down at her and for a moment I thought maybe I could … “No.” I said the word, but didn’t move.
She lowered her head, but kept her eyes on me while her tongue teased the head of my cock. She kissed it, gentle and tender, something I’d never had before. And I wanted it, but chicks sucking my cock was off limits. It was them having power that let the demons in.
I groaned as her tongue flicked over the sensitive tip. My fingers dug into her flesh and I fought the need to throw her away from me and, at the same time, push her head down on my cock, forcing her to take me deeper.
“I want to taste you. Come for me,” she said.
I couldn’t. Not like this. She had too much of me already. Fuck this. Screw all of it. I pushed her off me and her hand slipped from my cock as she fell to the side.
“Ream?”
I ignored her as I sat up and swung my legs over the side of the bed. I went to get up when her arms came around my neck.
“What do you need?”
“To leave.” I reached down for my jeans lying on the floor. This was stupid. I should’ve never hooked up with her. She was my bandmate’s girl’s best friend.
I went to stand when she grabbed my arm and pulled me back until I lay on the bed. “Jesus. I don’t want to fuck you, Kat.” I knew it was a lie because I wanted to fuck this girl bad.
Review:

One word: exhausting
….but in the most blissful way

Ream was all kinds of fucked up, and because of that, he was forced to have this asshole persona. He was extremely possessive and unrelenting in his protectiveness towards those he cares for. 

Kat, however, could handle every single inch of him and his personality. Every word and smart ass remark Ream would spit out, Kat would dish it right back.

These two got close during the first book; both romantically and simple friendliness. They were able to connect in a way they’ve never been able to do before with anyone else. On top of that, they had an incredible sexual bond as well. Though there was obviously something not quite right with Ream, they still managed to have fun hook-ups. 

Ream’s past is something that is a constant struggle and nightmare for him. It’s never allowed him to cross the barriers and have an deep relationship with friends, but especially with women. His dark, twisted past keeps him from enjoying certain sexual acts, even with Kat.


“Sex is primal. And it’s ugly as fuckin’ hell. I know that better than anyone. But with you… with you it’s all beauty. You managed to obliterate the ugly, Kat.”

Both quick to jump to conclusions and not willing to talk things out, Kat and Ream keep away from one another despite their powerful attraction. However, after the band comes home, Ream’s determined to get Kat back and Kat… she still wants nothing to do with him.  

Kat was in serious denial for a good portion of the book. She kept denying her feelings for Ream, almost as if she simply wanted to make him suffer to prove a point. Ream might not be first in line for a second chance, but the least she could’ve done was sit down and have a mature conversation.


“I’m fucked up, baby. My past is shit and even though you don’t know all of it, you get that. I’ve been dead for all these years and you’ve cracked through the shell. I can’t ever go back into that darkness.”

Just as the two start to become civilized and hopeful of a future together, a shit storm begins to stir up. Ream’s past just doesn’t want to stay locked away and comes crashing down on him and Kat. Secrets are unveiled and a life or death situation rears its ugly head.

Overall I thought this was a great installment in the Tear Asunder series. It was definitely angsty and dark and exactly what I expected from Nashoda Rose. It was very over the top in just about every way, but I didn’t seem to mind it as I read. Rose’s writing had me so far gone into the characters feelings and actions that the elaborate plot details had me envisioning the story in my head rather than nitpicking at it. Like the title, this story will be overwhelming, but if you pace yourself and take breaks to breathe and process it bit by bit, you’ll end up falling in love with it by the end.

*A complimentary copy of this book was provided by the author/publisher for an honest review. This has in no way affected my review. 
Rating: 4.5 Overwhelming Kisses
Meet the Author

brimNashoda Rose lives in Toronto with her assortment of pets. She writes contemporary romance with a splash of darkness, or maybe it’s a tidal wave. Her novella "With You" is the first in the Tear Asunder series, followed by the novel "Torn from You" and "Overwhelmed by You". When she isn’t writing, she can be found sitting in a field reading with her dog at her side while her horses graze nearby. She loves interacting with her readers on Facebook and chatting about her addiction—books.
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