Southbound Surrender by Raen Smith – Blog Tour Stop

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Synopsis:

Five days. Fifty square feet. One last shot at love.

Cash Rowland first laid eyes on the tenacious and irresistible Piper Sullivan when they were both seventeen. He falls for her hard and just when he thinks she’s doing the same, Piper is torn from his life without warning. She leaves no contact information but only a vague promise of fate.

Five years later, their paths unexpectedly cross. When he shows up with his eighteen-wheeler unannounced, Cash persuades Piper to head out on the open road to give him one last shot at love. But what should be a routine delivery across six states suddenly becomes an unforgettable journey when they save a woman with a broken past and discover that second chances are only for the lucky ones.

 

Southbound Surrender on Goodreads:

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18720842-southbound-surrender

#NerdGirlVamp’s Review: 

http://nerdgirlofficial.com/southbound-surrender-by-raen-smith-reviewed-by-melanie/

 Buy Links:

Amazon US: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00HZZDTOC/ref=rdr_kindle_ext_tmb

Barns & Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/southbound-surrender-raen-smith/1118178680?ean=9781494708405

 

Excerpt #1

Chapter 1

End of Summer 2008

I first laid eyes on the love of my life at the tender age of seventeen. Most people will tell you that teenagers can’t really fall in love and, by any stretch of  human imagination, can’t possibly fathom the intricacies of what might be considered one of the most pure and basic needs in life. Or they’ll say it’s impossible to fall in love at first sight. I’m here to tell you they’re wrong.

I knew the moment I saw Piper Sullivan that I never wanted to exist in a world without her. I never wanted to live a day without seeing those glistening peach lips that parted slightly as if she held a secret waiting to be unfolded in your ear. Or those luscious blonde locks that fell to the middle of her back, wavy and loose in a recklessness I desperately wanted to weave myself into. Or the emerald green eyes that softened at the edges when she laughed – a sound so contagious and breathtaking I never wanted to hear anything else. It also didn’t hurt that Piper Sullivan had a rack at the age of seventeen that grown women would die for. I chalked up that obsession to my adolescence and to my lack of sexual adventures with girls. Hell, I was seventeen, and I was in love.

And I knew that day after day, Piper Sullivan would continue to shatter my heart until that moment when there’d be nothing left but a mere dust where my heart used to be. Her peach lips would one day blow that away, too. Piper Sullivan, my friends, was an impossibility in an impossible universe.

 

 Excerpt #2

I pull the blanket over us and wrap my arms around her. She huddles into me for a moment, burying her face into my chest before I lift up her chin. We kiss then, and I start slow, tasting her with every flick of my tongue and press of my lips. She pushes faster, more frantic against my lips as her hands explore my chest and move down onto my waistband.

I let out a groan of pleasure and move my own hands to the straps of her bra. I slide my fingers beneath the thin fabric, pulling them down until they’re hanging by her arms. My fingertips play across the edge of her bra before she breaks from me to whisper.

“Take it off.”

Again, I obey with full enthusiasm.

The wet bra unhooks, and I pull it away from her, throwing it aside. She lets out a soft whimper as I explore her breasts, trailing kisses across her skin. Her body is starting to warm beneath my kisses, and all I want to do is keep tasting her. I run my tongue along her hard nipples as she slips her fingers beneath my boxer briefs, and a wave of arousal floods through my body.

I didn’t know I could want someone this bad.

My fingers trace down her belly until they find the lace of her underwear, and I’m in them now, feeling every part of her.

“Cash,” she whispers with her eyes closed as her hips push into me. She begs, “Please. I want you. I’ve wanted this for so long.”

“Me, too. You have no idea,” I whisper as she climbs on top of me. She reaches down to the floor of the truck and pops back up with the cowboy hat from Wildhorse Saloon. She sets it on top of her head.

She is so incredibly hot, and it’s taking all of my self-control to keep my composure.

“Yee-haw,” she whispers as she pulls my underwear down to my mid-thighs. I slide her underwear to the side and let her guide me in. She rocks against me, moving her hips in a slow, rhythmic motion that sends shivers through my body. She throws her head back, letting her hair fall to the middle of her back. I run my fingers through it, feeling the strands before I tug at her underwear and pull her closer to me. She moans.

God, does she moan.

 

Playlist:

Jason Mraz – I’m Yours

Mumford and Sons – I Will Wait

Ben Harper – Steal My Kisses

Sugar Ray – Spinning Away

Johnny Cash – Burning Ring of Fire

Johnny Cash – Walk the Line

Florida Georgia Line ft. Nelly – Cruise

Darius Rucker – Wagon Wheel

Luke Bryan – Country Girl

Lynyrd Skynyrd – Sweet Home Alabama

Ray Charles – Georgia on my Mind

 

 

Raen Smith_Author PicAuthor Bio:

Raen Smith is the author of the Unraveled Series and Southbound Surrender. She loves writing about complex characters with a sprinkling of happily ever after.

When she isn’t writing novels, she spends her time wrangling two small sons and teaching at a technical college. She lives in a small corner of Wisconsin with her husband and two sons.

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Author Links:

Website: http://www.raensmith.com

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/RaenSmithAuthor

Twitter: https://twitter.com/RaenSmith

 

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