Today we have the blog tour for Neil by Sybil Bartel. We are so excited to share this fantastic new contemporary romance! Grab your copy today! About Neil: Ex-Danish Military Special Forces, built like a legend, and uncompromising in every way—Neil Christensen didn’t walk into my life. The Viking-sized warrior crashed it like a hurricane. The moment he showed up at my strip club, my life fell to shit. South Florida's most ruthless motorcycle gang, the cops, the Feds—they all want something I don’t have, something the Viking took from me. I thought I could run, but the motorcycle gang caught me. Now the only thing standing between me and an unmarked grave is a warrior I don’t trust. I’m not afraid to die, but I am terrified of weathering the storm. Because when a Viking decides to unleash his fury, no one is going to come out unscathed. Warning: This book contains alpha heroes, offensive language, violence and sexual situations. Mature audiences only. 18+ NEIL is a full-length, standalone novel and is the second book in the Uncompromising Series. TALON, the first book in the Uncompromising Series is also a full-length standalone novel and is available now. Get your copy today: Amazon: https://amzn.com/B01IIXN0WK iBooks: http://bit.ly/2aM7lRV B&N: http://bit.ly/2aM6pwR Kobo: http://bit.ly/2aM6wIU About Sybil Bartel: Sybil Bartel grew up in Northern California with her head in a book and her feet in the sand. She dreamt of becoming a painter but the heady scent of libraries with their shelves full of books drew her into the world of storytelling. She loves the New Adult genre, but any story about a love so desperately wrong and impossibly beautiful makes her swoon. Sybil now resides in Southern Florida and while she doesn’t get to read as much as she likes, she still buries her toes in the sand. If she isn’t writing or fighting to contain the banana plantation in her backyard, you can find her spending time with her handsomely tattooed husband, her brilliantly practical son and a mischievous miniature boxer… But Seriously? Here are ten things you probably really want to know about Sybil. She grew up a faculty brat. She can swear like a sailor. She loves men in uniform. She hates being told what to do. She can do your taxes (but don’t ask). The Bird Market in Hong Kong freaks her out. Her favorite word is desperate…or dirty, or both—she can’t decide. She has a thing for muscle cars. But never reply on her for driving directions, ever. And she has a new book boyfriend every week—don’t tell her husband. To find out more about Sybil Bartel, be sure to follow her on Twitter (she loves to hear about your favorite book boyfriend!), visit her website, like her on Facebook or join her Facebook group Book Boyfriend Heroes for exclusive excerpts and giveaways. Connect with Sybil: Website: http://sybilbartel.com/ Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/sybilbartelauthor Twitter: https://twitter.com/SybilBartel Facebook Reader Group: Book Boyfriend Heroes: https://www.facebook.com/groups/1065006266850790/ Enter Sybil’s Giveaway: a Rafflecopter giveaway
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I craned my neck to look up at him. Perfectly square jaw, straight nose, high cheekbones, even his profile was intimidating. “Where do you really live?”
He took a sip of his drink. “Ocala.”
That was hours from Miami Beach. “Then why are you here?”
“Why do you think?”
I made a pathetic attempt at humor. “You’re trying to get into my pants?”
His sideways glance was unreadable. “Trying? No.”
I wasn’t going to touch that. “So you just show off your real estate to random women who get kidnapped?” I was so damn uncomfortable in this designer showcase waste of money, I wanted to accuse him of being pretentious but he wasn’t. He was a Viking-sized beast of man who made no apologies.
“I show nothing off.” He tossed his drink back in one gulp. “You are not random and I do not bring women here.” The muscles in his forearm rippled as he set his glass on the coffee table.
I didn’t know if I believed him about the women but then it occurred to me why it might be true. “Do you have a girlfriend?”
He didn’t hesitate. “No attachments.”
At first I thought he meant he wasn’t attached to anyone right now but then something in his tone made me question him. “No attachments like you’re not seeing anyone right now or no attachments like you don’t do relationships.”
I digested the information but instead of it putting me at ease, I was getting more uncomfortable by the second. My adrenaline was two fucked-up situations past spent and suddenly I wanted out of here. “I want to leave.”
Reaching in his pocket, he came away with keys. With one quick, swift motion, he tossed them at me and I caught them midair.
He lowered himself to the couch and spread his massive arms along the back. His biceps strained the fabric of his shirt. “Truck’s parked in the garage.”
“You’re going to let me walk out of here.” It wasn't a question because I knew he was full of shit. He wouldn’t even let André talk to me alone but he was going to let me drive off in his truck? He’d said I wouldn’t be safe alone and he was right.
He studied my face. “You are nervous.” He said it like it was an answer, not a statement.
“I think you want me nervous.” I didn’t know what he wanted or why he’d given me the keys. He was aloof as hell and he looked like he got off on making women sweat.
His gaze dragged the length of me, slow and deliberate. “I want a lot of things but that is not one of them.”
The sting of his earlier rejection made my face flush and anger surged. “Screw you.” In a spectacular display of my temper, stupid enough to think I was going to simply walk out, I made it all the way to the door.
His giant hand wrapped around my nape.