Thursday, February 20, 2014

BLOG TOUR: Hold On To Me (Against All Odds Series, bk #2) By Elisabeth Naughton

Hold On To Me
(Against All Odds Series, bk #2)

By Elisabeth Naughton


He thinks he's finally found the one.
Mitch Mathews never believed in love---at least not the happily-ever-after kind. Then he met Simone Conners. One night with the sexy lawyer made him reevaluate his priorities and look toward a future he never planned. The only hang-up is making her see it too.
She's almost ready for a second chance.
What started out as a casual hook-up with a rugged geologist has turned into something a whole lot more. Simone's on the verge of handing over her heart, but fear over what Mitch will say and do when he discovers who she used to be holds her back.
The past could destroy their future...

Just when Simone's ready to take a chance on forever with Mitch, her secrets catch up with her. Suddenly it's not just her life on the line, it's his too. Forced into hiding, Mitch demands answers, and Simone realizes the only way to protect everything she holds dear is to delve into a past she's spent years trying to forget. As they search for the truth, they discover secrets, lies, and a rekindled passion that burns hotter than before. But they also uncover a conspiracy that threatens the very fabric of society. One that could cost them more than just their could cost them both their lives.

Release Date: 
Feb. 2014


Simone sucked in a surprised
breath and froze.
Mitch’s lips pressed against hers,
soft, firm, cool like the air in the small lookout, but warming from a heat
that was flaring to life between them. Like a fire sparking against black
embers and slowly turning to a full-blown blaze.
He groaned, the sound echoing
through his chest and into hers, sending fingers of awareness tingling through
her core. He eased the pressure on her mouth, tilted his head, and kissed her
again. Her pulse sped up. Electricity raced all along her skin. Panic—or maybe
it was excitement, she couldn’t tell which—clouded her mind, making it hard to
think, to act, to know what to do.
The hand at her jaw slid up into
her hair, and his fingers spread, cupping the back of her head, tugging her
even closer. She grabbed a fistful of his flannel shirt—to push him away or
pull him closer, she wasn’t sure which—but right now she was glad he’d taken
off that heavy coat, that she didn’t have to fumble with layers of fabric, that
he wasn’t giving her time to think.
“Give in to me, Simone,” he mumbled
against her lips. “You know you want to.”
Oh, but she did. It was why she’d
gone to see him that night at his house. Why she’d come all the way to Tahoe
with him. Why she’d agreed to this silly hike that now didn’t seem so foolish
anymore. But nothing had changed. If anything, his life was in more danger
because of her, and if she gave in, if she took everything he was offering
without thinking of the consequences and something bad happened to him, she’d
never be able to forgive herself.
She let go of his shirt and pressed
her palm against his chest. This time to push him away. Definitely to push him
away. She eased back enough to suck in air. “Mitch. This isn’t a good idea.”

“Your good ideas haven’t exactly
panned out, sweetheart. Time to try someone else’s.”

About the Author

I was never one of those people who knew they wanted to be an author at the age of six. I didn't have imaginary friends. I didn’t write stories in my journal or entertain my relatives by firelight after Thanksgiving dinner. For the most part, I was just a normal, everyday kid. I liked to read, but I wasn't exceptional at it. And when my teachers complimented me on my writing abilities, I brushed them off. I did, however, always have a penchant for the unique and absurd. And as my mother told me all throughout my childhood, I should have been an actress—I was a drama queen before my time.

Years ago, my husband bought me Scarlett: The Sequel to Gone With The Wind. If you ever saw the book, you know it’s a long one. I sat and read that thing from cover to cover, and dreamed of one day being a writer. But I didn't actually try my hand at writing until years later when I quit my teaching job to stay home with my kids. And my husband? After that week of reading where I neglected him and everything else until I finished Scarlett, he vowed never to buy me another book again. Little did he know I’d one day end up sitting at a keyboard all day drafting my own stories.

To read her full bio, please visit her website.



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