BEG FOR YOU (Rocktown Ink #1) by Sherilee Gray-Review & Excerpt Tour
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ABOUT THE BOOK: Release Date July 11, 2019
Ten years. Ten endless years I’ve waited to destroy the man who tore my family apart. But I never thought I’d get the chance… until his daughter walked into my tattoo parlour, looked me in the eye — and had no damned clue who I was.
I never planned on falling for Cassandra Deighton. She’s silk scarves and manicures. I’m scars and rage. Yet I can’t resist when she begs for more, my ice queen who burns with enough heat to sear the soul.
I need to end this. Before she finds out who I am. Before she gets hurt.
But I’m not the only one with secrets. We both have our scars, and if the truth comes out, we could lose everything.
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REVIEW: BEG FOR YOU is the first instalment in Sherilee Gray’s contemporary, adult ROCKTOWN INK erotic romance series focusing on the Calero family who own and operate the tattoo shop Rocktown Ink. This is twenty-nine year old, tattoo artist and owner Joel ‘Cal’ Calero, and art gallery owner Cassandra Deighton’s story line.
Told from dual first person perspectives (Cassandra and Cal) BEG FOR YOU follows the enemies to lovers / opposites attract relationship between twenty six-year old art gallery owner Cassandra Deighton, and twenty-nine year old, tattoo artist Joel ‘Cal’ Calero. Ten years earlier Cal’s life was destroyed when an accident left him scarred, and the finger of guilt was pointed in his direction. Losing his family gave Cal thoughts of revenge, revenge he was about to impart using any means necessary. Enter Cassandra Deighton, a beautiful but badly scarred young woman looking to take back control of her life. What ensues is the building relationship between Cal and Cassandra, and the potential fall-out when the truth is revealed.
Cassandra had no idea her father was about to lose the family ranch. In an effort to save face, Cassandra is offered as ‘payment’ in return for saving the business and the Deighton family legacy. Cassie wants nothing to do with her father’s plans, plans that threaten all semblance of freedom for our story line heroine. Hoping to push the envelope, our heroine goes in search of someone with the ability to tattoo over her scars, scars burned into her flesh ten years earlier.
Joel ‘Cal’ Calero knew the moment Cassandra stepped into his shop, revenge was close at hand but Cal never expected to fall in love with the platinum blonde beauty, a woman he once thought of as an ice-cold and frigid. The relationship between Cal and Cassandra is predicted upon a lie, a lie of omission as Cal struggles with his attraction to the woman whose father he is hoping to destroy. Cal believes Cassandra is a spoiled princess, but Cassandra sees beyond Cal’s own scars and tattoos, sees the man with whom she will fall in love. Desperate for an escape to forget about life for a while, our heroine returns to Rocktown Ink for much more than her scheduled tattoo. The $ex scenes are intimate, erotic and intense without the use of over the top, sexually graphic language and text.
We are introduced to Cal’s younger brother Dane, and their cousin Logan aka Bull; Cassandra’s grandmother, her father Lyall Deighton, their neighbour Spencer Livingston; as well as Cassanda’s friend Ted.
BEG FOR YOU is a story of betrayal, vengeance, secrets and lies; a story of grief and loss; of retribution and revelations. The premise is dramatic; the characters are broken and energetic; the romance is steamy, sexy and hot. BEG FOR YOU is a spicy, sensitive, and spirited introduction to Sherilee Gray’s ROCKTOWN INK world.
Copy supplied for review
Reviewed by Sandy
NOTE: Excerpt intended for mature readers due to strong language and content
She didn’t recognize me.
But then my name wouldn’t have tipped her off. Cal was a nickname, a shortened version of my surname Calero. Cassandra wouldn’t know that, Chris had called me by my first name, Joel.
Through a small gap, the only piece of glass door not covered in pictures, I watched Cassandra Deighton get into her car and shut the door.
Jesus. Even after ten years she still seemed as untouchable as she had then. That coating of frost she’d made sure I felt whenever I was around her hadn’t thawed. The only time I’d seen her soften was around her horses. Daddy’s perfect angel. She’d been an ice queen in the making back then. Is that who she was now?
What would her father say if he knew she was getting inked up? If he knew who was going to be decorating her rich-girl skin?
I gripped the handle. I needed to go out there before she left, put a stop to this, tell her that I’d made a mistake, that I couldn’t fit her in after all. But I couldn’t make my damn feet move. I fucking stood there and watched her drive away.
The last time I’d seen her she’d been walking up the stairs in her house, dressed to the nines, dolled up for one of her father’s fancy dinner parties. She hadn’t seen me, had missed the night’s entertainment when I’d been escorted from the property, whispers and looks of accusation following me as I was dragged out and told not to come back.
The poor Rocktown kid, the bad seed who had led Lyall Deighton’s perfect son astray then dared to show his ugly face at their doorstep and remind them of what had happened. All I’d wanted was to see if Cassandra was okay. I knew she’d been hurt, but I had no idea how badly.
That was the first time her father publicly blamed me for Chris’s death.
My fist collided with the doorframe, a rough growl erupting past my lips, rage a twisted knot in my gut. I should have followed her from my shop. I should have told her not to come back.
Would you be able to even form the damn words to tell her to take a hike?
I felt my skin heat and gritted my teeth. Yeah, I’d seen the horrified look on her face when she’d gotten a good look at me, the tilt of her head when my speech was slow, measured. It pissed me the fuck off. Frustration, the kind I hadn’t felt in a long time, settled in my gut. The TBI—traumatic brain injury—I’d suffered when I was thrown from the car had changed my whole life, and even after all this time I still had moments when I struggled with my speech. The words didn’t always come easy and I had to think hard, get them right in my head, before I spoke.
“Fuck.” Of all the tattoo shops Cassandra could have strutted her snooty ass into, she’d chosen mine. Why did I agree to work on her? I’d lost my motherfucking mind. Shit, if she knew who she’d asked to cover those scars…
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Sherilee Gray is a kiwi girl and lives in beautiful New Zealand with her husband and their two children. When she isn’t writing sexy, edgy contemporary and paranormal romance, searching for her next alpha hero on Pinterest, or fueling her voracious book addiction, she can be found dreaming of far off places with a mug of tea in one hand and a bar of Cadburys Rocky Road chocolate in the other.
