Book Tours - Silver Dagger Book Tours

Love Me Crazy - Blog Tour with Excerpt and Giveaway

9/28/2016

Today we have the blog tour for Love Me Crazy by Camden Leigh. We are so excited to share this fantastic new contemporary romance with you! Be sure to check it out and grab your copy today! About Love Me Crazy: “We’re broken in the most screwed-up perfect way. It was inevitable we’d end up together.” Cassidy Beck is focused on one thing, and one thing only: planning the Southern wedding of the century in Lucas Hill, South Carolina. Fresh from a tragic breakup, Cassidy’s not in the mood for any distractions. But when antebellum hottie Quinn Covington arrives in all his sexy, tattooed glory, he might prove to be the biggest distraction of them all. MIA ever since his father’s death, Quinn doesn’t plan to stay any longer than it takes to start his dad’s vintage truck. But the sight of Cassidy trying to fend off his family’s pet turkey sends him for a loop. Red-haired and fierce, she’s just as broken as he is. But even though Cassidy’s past makes her the only one able to understand Quinn’s own scars, they also make her wary. After all, how can she trust him with her heart when everyone else she’s ever given it to has thrown it away? Sexy, heart-wrenching, and full of Southern charm, this new contemporary romance from Camden Leigh shows just what happens when two people who are perfectly broken end up piecing each other back together. Get your copy today! Publisher | Amazon/Kindle | iBook | Nook | Kobo | Google Play Excerpt I turn around, naked and cold, teeth chattering, to find him searching my eyes. Water drips over the linear clefts marking his abs, following a barbed vine south. His jeans, soaked through, suction to his curves, especially the bulge locked behind his zipper. His eyes peruse my body. I straighten as I do when I’m working an outfit at a club. Realizing what I’d done a second too late, I reach past him and turn the water lever. “I suppose, at this point, it won’t hurt to add heat.” Crap. He’ll misread that. His eyes darken. Yup. Totally misread. His hand rings my wrist, stopping me from turning away and making me flinch. But the oddest thing happens. The flinch fades and calm follows. I don’t want to hear anything else personal, nothing to make me feel more than I already do. Yet at the same time, I want to hear everything. I want to be . . . personal. A hungry desire fills the crystals in his eyes with a dark yearning. He glances at his grip on my arm then his hand pressing against my breast. He leans forward and pauses, eyes checking mine for guidance. God, those lips. That delicious curve leading to his dimple. He leans in, lips parted. This is what I want. He is what I want. Instead of closing my eyes like I always do, I leave them open to watch his lazily close. His lips part to meet mine. Though he moves slowly and precisely, there’s an undeniable urgency to pull him to me, get his lips on mine a little bit faster. But the anticipation might be what I’ve been missing. The other night, we hurried through sex and pretty much nixed the foreplay. Partially my fault because if I’d slowed to enjoy it I would’ve thrown him out the second his shorts hit the floor. Watching him take his time with something as simple as a kiss rekindles the warm and fuzzy feels I’ve neglected since Preston. I’m glad we had quick-and-done sex last night, because this proves it could be so much better, and last night was pretty damn good. Last night he heated me up, but he was just warming my engine. This kiss, if it ever happens, and God I want it to, already has my engine revved and awful close to overheating. I push my hands over his warm pecs. Water drizzles down his shoulders and between my fingers. I lean into the kiss. “You’re torturing me.” “On purpose.” I comb my fingers into his wet hair and pull him to me. The heat of the water, the steam around us and the zing of his lips against mine makes my knees tremble. He wraps his arms around me and pushes me against the wall of the shower. He’s more brazen then last night, like he has something to prove. But he doesn’t. It’s me who has to prove to him I won’t push him away again. I press my hands against him, making him pull away to check in with me. “I’m sure this time.” His sideways smile kills me, and I melt a little more against the cool wall. He leans in and rests his head against mine. “I promise you won’t regret letting me in.” Water streams down his back, fondling him the way I want to fondle him. I hook my fingers in his belt loops and jerk him closer. “I know. Because you already are.” About Camden Leigh: author-photo

Camden Leigh is a sucker for first kisses, first hook-ups and anything that adds the unforgettable first sparks of love–humor, seduction, hot-n-sexy bods, angsty determination...what have you! Her stories expose the real dirt, grime and grit that befalls a seemingly perfect relationship, the heartache as a result, and the growth, perseverance and strength it takes to make flaws work for her characters. She wants her characters to experience love that wraps arounds their hearts, turns them into sizzling flames and results in a grand finale of fireworks. When Camden isn’t writing, she’s either crafting, flicking through images of gorgeous paper, saturated palettes or...um, lip-lickin' washboard abs. When feeling guilty, she attempts to keep up with her energetic kiddos by beach combing, kayaking, golfing (can it really be called golfing if a seven-year-old beats you?) or being that crazy person at a concert. Her addictions: chocolate covered raspberries, real southern sweet tea (not the fake stuff with the sugar crystals hanging out in the bottom of the cup), her pups and pretty paper she’ll never use. Connect with Camden: twitter: https://twitter.com/Camden_Leigh instagram: https://www.instagram.com/camden_leigh/ Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/camden_leigh/ facebook: https://www.facebook.com/Camden-Leigh-912698852155676/?pnref=story goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/camdenleigh Giveaway Details: lmc-giveaway