Overwhelmed by You (Tear Asunder #2)
by: Nashoda Rose
Release Date: May 27. 2014
Release Date: May 27. 2014
My Review & Rating
May 15. 2014
4 Get "REAMED" Stars
Copy Provided by Author for Honest Review
After reading Torn from You I knew this would be a series to keep an eye on. I was not wrong. The mystery, raw sexuality and layer of sadistic fear tinges each page and sucks you in. Let your dirty kinky mind out and be prepared to have your world rocked. Like the previous books Overwhelmed by You shocked me more often than not and had me immersed in the story just to keep breathing.
From the start it’s clear this is no cuddly romance. Ream is damaged but then again so is Kat. Unlike the other women in his life Kat surprises Ream. He actually doesn’t mind her company even after sex, but then again her getting past his walls is a big no-no. Ream and his ‘problems’ cause the two to come to blows and all the clouds clear from their hazed sexual rump. All that’s left is bitterness and tension. Somehow it goes from them giving it to each other in one way to another. From pleasure to pain, and this is basically the prologue.
Time passes and Ream and Kat haven’t seen each other in a while since he’s been on tour. The sizzle between them is stronger than ever but Kat is hardened now that Ream pushed her away. The two try and hurt each other and you just want to lock them in a closet together. The connection between them is always wavering but you can tell there is something inside of Kat that is not only able to soothe Ream but meant for him. However, nothing is ever easy and no one ever said loving Ream would be easy.
When the secrets spill and the truth is revealed I was shocked. Surprised since I didn’t see certain things coming and others I did, but I Can’t say I was able to walk away from the story. The writing and storyline is easy to get sucked into.
Overall I really enjoyed this story. Ream and his demons were heartbreaking and just made him more redeemable and worth saving. He fights finding happiness in life but still puts others before himself. As a musician and a man he was pretty remarkable and I’m glad he got his own story. Then again Kat was a suitable heroine with her own set of balls and a smart mouth that she wasn’t afraid to use. Fans of the series will find another winner in Overwhelmed by You. Looking forward to more!!!
About the Author
Nashoda Rose lives in Toronto with her assortment of pets. She writes contemporary romance with a splash of darkness, or maybe it’s a tidal wave. Her novella "With You" is the first in the Tear Asunder series, followed by the novel "Torn from You" and "Overwhelmed by You".
When she isn’t writing, she can be found sitting in a field reading with her dog at her side while her horses graze nearby. She loves interacting with her readers on Facebook and chatting about her addiction—books.
I swung the statue down onto his skull again and again.
The sound of crushing bone crackled throughout the room.
Blood splattered my green T-shirt like a mist of rain.
I didn’t care. Not one bit.
He destroyed her.
He deserved this.
Images of the bruises on her arms, the puncture marks, blurred my vision.
She watched me kill him.
Sitting on the floor, dazed with a glassy look in her eyes.
This was my fault.
I let this happen to her. I didn’t protect her.
I threw the statue aside. It made a loud thud as it hit the wood floor, and she jerked. I glanced at the needles on the bedside table. The yellow elastic band.
I was glad he was dead.
I strode over to her, picked her frail, weightless body up, and ran.
Her beauty was wilting. My angel. I had done that.
“Babe … You’re going to fuckin’ kill me.” Body tightening, I groaned as my dick jerked in her mouth. “Ahh, Christ.” She withdrew then circled the tip with her tongue as her hand cupped my balls, only to slide a finger down further to caress between my butt cheeks. Holy fuck, I’d never been blowed like this before—ever. Shit, who was I kidding? I never let a woman have this kind of control over me. If I had … I didn’t like to remember it.
The heat of her mouth surrounded me again, and she slowly took all of me until her lips touched my balls. I nearly came right then as I swore beneath my breath, my fingers fisting in her hair.
Her silky moisture felt like I was wrapped in velvet. She slowly slid back and my hands curled into the sheet as the pressure increased until I slipped from her mouth. She took a breath then swallowed me again. I was so turned on, I couldn’t even think straight. Watching her take me like that … God, how the fuck did I ever get off before her?
Her head bobbed up and down faster, then harder, and all I could hear was her sweet mouth sucking my cock like it was her Popsicle.
I closed my eyes. Jesus, I never wanted it to end.
Harder. Suck me, harder.
My eyes flew open and I stiffened. No. Don’t ruin this. Fuck.
But it always did.
Be good and it won’t hurt.
I was breathing too hard. I was too tense. It would hurt more if I was tense.
Ask me for more.
No. No, more.
Ask me nicely.
Mo … re. Plea … se.
Fuck no. Jesus, why?
Because I hated this and I needed to end it and get the fuck out—fast. Letting her go down on me was a mistake. I never let a chick put her mouth me. Shit, what had I been thinking? I thought it might be different after spending two weeks with her. I liked her, damn it. But I couldn’t do this.
I grabbed her by the shoulders. “Get off me.”
Her magnetic blue eyes widened, and I felt her hand jerk on my cock. “What?”
“I said get the fuck off me.” My hands tightened on her shoulders and I felt the familiar sickness rolling in my stomach. I had to get the hell out of here. I should’ve never done this with her. I didn’t do sweet and slow; I did fast and hard and I was out of there before the bullshit barreled into me.
I went to roll out from under her, but she found my hand that had a death grip on the sheet. Her fingers slowly pried open my fist, and then she entwined them with mine and squeezed.
I looked down at her and for a moment I thought maybe I could … “No.” I said the word, but didn’t move.
She lowered her head, but kept her eyes on me while her tongue teased the head of my cock. She kissed it, gentle and tender, something I’d never had before. And I wanted it, but chicks sucking my cock was off limits. It was them having power that let the demons in.
I groaned as her tongue flicked over the sensitive tip. My fingers dug into her flesh and I fought the need to throw her away from me and, at the same time, push her head down on my cock, forcing her to take me deeper.
“I want to taste you. Come for me,” she said.
I couldn’t. Not like this. She had too much of me already. Fuck this. Screw all of it. I pushed her off me and her hand slipped from my cock as she fell to the side.
I ignored her as I sat up and swung my legs over the side of the bed. I went to get up when her arms came around my neck.
“What do you need?”
“To leave.” I reached down for my jeans lying on the floor. This was stupid. I should’ve never hooked up with her. She was my bandmate’s girl’s best friend.
I went to stand when she grabbed my arm and pulled me back until I lay on the bed. “Jesus. I don’t want to fuck you, Kat.” I knew it was a lie because I wanted to fuck this girl bad.