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♡ Blog Tour + #Giveaway ♡ Ready to Love (A Damaged Hearts Novel #1) by Franca Storm @FrancaStorm @IndieSagePromo

Ready to Love
A Damaged Hearts Novel #1
Franca Storm

Publication Date: August 10, 2015

Genres: Contemporary, Romance

✾ Synopsis ✾

She is the one woman who is always off limits...

College rocker and infamous playboy, John Kingston, has screwed his way through most of the women on campus. But there's one woman he will never touch: his best friend and band mate, Nicki. For four years, he's been her protector and her confidant.

When arrogant frat guy, Axel, attempts to make a claim on her, John suffers a painful wakeup call, quickly realizing that his feelings for Nicki are not purely platonic. Recognizing that Axel's intentions are anything but innocent, John's possessiveness spirals out of control, sparking a dangerous feud.

Nicola Lewis can't bear to be touched. Haunted by an awful past that she has been unable to escape, she has kept her distance from the opposite sex. And she's been just fine living her life that way: safe and uncomplicated with no chance of getting hurt again.

Until an unexpected kiss changes everything...

But John and Nicki must decide whether the burgeoning desire between them is worth the risk. Is this a case of love conquers all, or a huge mistake that could destroy everything?

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✿ Excerpt ✿

My eyes snap open and I wake up to darkness. I know something must've woken me up. I don't wake up randomly during the night. I'm a heavy, deep sleeper.

It takes me a moment to get a handle on my surroundings.

"Hey," a voice murmurs suddenly.

Oh shit. I almost jump out of my skin as I see Nicki sitting there at the foot of my bed.

"What are you doing here? Are you competing for creeper of the year, because you have my vote? Shit."

"Mitch let me in. I knocked several times, but you didn't answer."

Mitch? Great security, buddy. We're gonna discuss that bullshit. "I'm tired."

I can tell by the look on her face that she's here to talk. Screw that. I said my peace earlier. There's nothing left to say. I was right the first time; keeping it casual is the saner way to live.

She slides off the bed but she doesn't make any move to leave. My eyes have now adjusted to the dark and I can clearly see that she's standing there in a black silk robe that falls just above her knees. The belt is loose and I can make out the outline of her tits. My dick responds immediately and I shift in the bed and adjust the covers.


She cuts me off by leaning into me and pressing her finger to my lips.

"I know you don't believe me, but I wasn't manipulating you. I would never do that. I didn’t answer you at the ravine, because I was embarrassed, I guess. I'm not as comfortable talking about stuff like that as you are. I didn't know... I don't know how to do these things, John. I'm sorry. I never meant to hurt you."

I bat her hand away from my mouth. "You should go. Give me a couple of days and things will be back to normal with us."

She shakes her head. "I can prove it to you."

"Prove what?"

"That it's not what you think between us... that it is more to me."

"Just forget it."

She doesn't listen. Instead, she climbs onto the bed — onto me.

She's straddling me. Shit. I don't think my dick can take this.

"The way I figure it, the only way to prove it is for us to... do it... and for you to see that I'm not gonna be going anywhere afterwards."

"No," I say, shaking my head.


"I need you to go. Now. Leave."


I grip her waist to lift her off me. "Point of no return, remember? This is it."

Before I can lift her off me, she unties the belt of her robe and pushes it off her shoulders.

Fuck me; the robe is all she was wearing.

My eyes sweep over her naked body, taking in every delicious inch of her. Her tits would bring any man to his knees; full and perky. My gaze dips lower to her tight stomach, her tiny hips, her sexy thighs. I linger between her legs for a few seconds as memories of tasting that sweet pussy of hers run through my head, teasing me, tempting me.

I actually manage to think without interference from my dick for a second and irritation rises within me. She keeps putting me in no-win situations. She keeps tempting me, knowing I can't go over the line. And my patience is at an end now. Stripping in front of me like this grates on my last nerve. I'm not superhuman.

So, before I can stop myself, I've wrestled her beneath me and I'm snarling down at her.

"You want my cock, Nicki? You wanna be fucked? You've been toying with me, pushing me with that hot little body of yours. Now, I'm gonna take you long and hard. Is that what you want? For me to treat you like just another girl? Another meaningless fuck? Is it?"

"Okay," she gasps.

What? What did she just say? I look down at her. Her eyes are wide with disbelief and something else... fear or wonder? I can't tell. She's breathing in short rapid bursts. But she makes absolutely no move to stop me, to push me off her. It throws me, because that's what I'd expected her to do; what I'd been counting on.

"John?" she whispers, hesitantly.

"Yeah, baby?" I manage to choke out, completely stunned by her shocking vulnerability.

"Do it," she tells me.

Fucking hell. Right then, all my irritation and frustration leaves me. All I can see is her lying beneath me, wanting me, trusting me.

I brush a strand of hair out of her eyes and tuck it behind her ear.

She seems put off when I don't say anything and just continue to stare at her, probably assuming that I'm gonna turn her away again.

"I want to do this," she says.

I lean down and kiss her softly. She gasps as I deepen it, claiming her mouth. She trembles beneath me and I feel her hands on me, hesitantly stroking my arms. They move away quickly — awkwardly — and I realize she can't decide what to do with them.

Smiling, I grasp them gently and tell her, "There's no wrong way to touch me. Anything you do gets me going, baby. Feel, don't think."

She nods. "Okay."

I chuckle. "Good." I lick my way down her neck, along her collarbone, to her right tit. She gasps as I draw slow circles around her nipple while my hands sweep over her stomach, her hips, her sides. By the time I treat her left tit to the same teasing torture, she's writhing beneath me and moaning quietly. Quietly? We'll see about that.

✿ The Author ✿

Franca was born in Surrey, England and currently lives in Niagara Falls, Canada with her husband and their labrador, Rocky.

She is a long-time lover of erotica and romance novels, especially those with sexy-as-sin alpha males. She decided to try her hand at writing her own and writing romance is now her obsession and the perfect way to put her dirty mind to good use!

Her writing spans many different sub-genres of romance: contemporary, biker romance, paranormal romance, new adult, romantic erotica and romance suspense. She's got a ton of stories to tell and many more works up her sleeve.

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