Love is ugly and secrets will destroy you.
I don’t beg.
I don’t cry.
And I don’t give second chances.
Ream, the lead guitarist of the rock band Tear Asunder, deserves a gold medal for best dick move ever when he ran the moment he discovered my secret after two days of hot sex. Then he brings some chick to my coming home party from the hospital—after being shot.
I hate him.
Ream’s six foot two frame unfolds out of the car after being gone on tour for eight months. I stared. And in my defense, any girl would stare. It would almost be rude not to because Ream was the type of guy who stood out. Not because he was loud and obnoxious. No, it was because he was the complete opposite. Subtle and dangerously quiet. If he spoke, you’d better hope he liked you because otherwise you’d be falling at his feet begging for mercy. Except me … I don’t beg—ever.
But when our eyes locked, it was Ream’s steady confidence that had my nerves shooting off like jet sprinklers.
Ream told me he didn’t need a second chance because he was still working on his first.
Sex is ugly. It’s using someone for your own narcissistic pleasure. I did it and I hated it—until her. She was unfuckinexpected. Then I had to wreck our beginning with my screwed up past.
I don’t deserve her, but I’m selfish and I’m taking her anyway. This is who I am and it’s too late to change me.
*Warning contains violence, sexual content, and coarse language. Mature audiences 18+*
A contemporary romance with lots of angst and a taste of dark.
Review—Overwhelmed by You by Nashoda Rose
“Chicks were objects to me. I used them and they used me. I was always straight up about it and never had I let one stay the night. I’d never cuddled and never wanted to…until Kat.” – Ream
“This Ream I was scared of. Terrified. Because my snarky sass couldn’t beat him. I knew it and he had figured that out, and it was frightening my resolve.” –Kat
Tear Asunder is back from their eight-month tour…and so much time as passed since Kat and Ream were “together”. Finding a way to continue hating each other when neither one has ever harbored those feelings to begin with proves to be more difficult than either one has imagined…or at least Kat. Ream has no intention of staying away.
Yet Kat is determined to keep Ream at arms-length. There is no way she can subject herself to the kind of pain he inflicted on her heart the last time again. It just seems easier to pretend there is nothing between them…until he shows up.
Long, lean and hard body, smoldering gaze in his eyes, and a softness? What the what? There is a different edge to Ream now and it literally has Kat in knots. She has no idea how to react to this new part of Ream…and losing control when it comes to him (or anything else) is not something she is prepared for.
“Oh my God. I was pathetic. What the hell was I doing? I was way better prepared to deal with Ream when we argued. This…this was wreaking havoc on my emotions, and I was losing the battle.” –Kat
Now, all Ream had to do was convince Kat that this new thing between them was always there, and if she could just let go for even a second…he would take care of her. But first, she had to let him in…and when that happens, leaving will no longer ever be an option.
“I couldn’t control it. Ream was in me. No matter how much we fought or hurt one another, it was always the same when we touched. It was a want so powerful that it gripped the edges of my sanity and made me insane with need.” –Kat
But Kat isn’t the only one struggling with control. Ream has long tried to bury the darkness he carries and no matter how hard he tries, somehow things keep coming back to haunt him. Only Kat has ever been able to keep the demons at bay…but when she can no longer fight, Ream does the only thing he can think of to keep her safe.
He gives himself.
“You make everything ugly inside me beautiful, Kat.” –Ream
“His words struck me. It was as if he’d been right in front of me and slapped me across the face…Fury encased me. Love wasn’t lies and broken promises. It wasn’t opening someone up and bringing them into your heart and then tearing their heart out.” –Kat
I was so excited to read this book! I couldn’t wait to see the story unfold between Kat & Ream. With each having secrets, and pasts…I was convinced there would be sparks from the very beginning. What I wasn’t prepared for was the all-out EXPLOSION I read! And I’m not just talking about the sex…
I can say, this book had me hooked for a few reasons. First, I love the characters; Logan, Emily, Georgie, Crisis (he’s freaking hilarious), Kite, Kat & Ream…oh, and Deck, that hot soldier that gets his own series soon. Yeah, I’m an absolute fan of Nashoda Rose and her twisted little mind. I love how she touches on real issues and the strength of her characters when faced with the hardships they endure. There is no wishy-washy anything about her heroines (or her Alpha Males) and every bit of it is scorching hot! I cannot wait to read the next book to find out if Crisis truly gets the girl, surly he has his work cut out for him!
**4.5 Senses Overload Stars**
“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.
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.