Wednesday, 8 June 2016

♂♂ Speechless (Pier 70 #3) ♂♂ Nicole Edwards ♂♂ Blog Tour ♂♂



Title: Speechless
Series: Pier 70 #3
Author: Nicole Edwards
Genre: Adult, M/M Romance
Published: June 7, 2016


Hes suffering in silence...

Teague Carter, one of the four owners of Pier 70 Marina, has spent his life feeling rejected. To the point that he has never allowed himself to get close to anyone. He prefers it that way, in fact. But he refuses to believe that his destructive behavior might be something more than rebellion.


Hes unable to speak...

Hudson Ballard, Pier 70s mechanic, has been fighting his attraction to Teague for years. He has stood by and watched the kid get more and more out of control, but this time is the last. If Teague wants to use sex to escape his problems, Hudson is certainly willing to be the one to show him that hes good with more than just his hands.

Sometimes words arent necessary.


There are fireworks when this out-of-control bad boy agrees to no strings with this tatted up, dominating mechanic.


Can Teague and Hudson keep their emotions from getting involved in their arrangement? Or -- thanks to the demons from their pasts -- will the darkness steal from them before they have a chance?




ARC received from author for an honest review

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Yes!  Hudson and Teague are the story that I have been waiting for since this series began.

And to me, it was the best in the series!

Hudson and Teague have been doing the mating dance around each other for as long as they can remember.  But neither has taken the leap to take thing further, both believing that their attraction is one sided.

Teague has been so wrapped up in himself and things from his past that he doesn't believe that he can love, or can be loved.  He has his one night stands, never letting emotion in.

Until Hudson.  Mute since birth, there is so much this man can say with just a look.

And just one kiss.

**Fanning myself - did it just get hot in here??**

Actually, Speechless is more than just sexy man on man action - though there is plenty of that.

This book touches on some deeper, darker issues that as a society we all need to speak up about.  Depression, suicide, mental illness all play a pretty big part in this story.  Sometimes things in this book  hit pretty close to home for me, and I had to read through big fat tears.

I loved that we got more of the couples from the first two books, and how all of their lives are so interwoven that we just can't have another story without learning more about them also.

The more I read of this series and of Ms Edwards works, the more I love them.  Each book in this Pier 70 series just gets better and better, and I hope we get more soon.

*For anyone who has depression, please talk to someone about it.  You don't need to be alone in this.  I suffer myself and would not be here without the love and help of my family and friends*

Nicole Edwards has become one of my automatic one-click authors, and I can't wait to see what she brings us next.


















New York Times bestselling author Nicole Edwards launched her professional writing career in July of 2012. Having been an avid reader all of her life and a huge fan of creative writing, it seemed the likely path for her to take. Since then, she has released fifteen books and has no plans to stop. As her full-time career/hobby, Nicole writes steamy contemporary and erotic romances.

Nicole is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author who was born and raised in Texas. Married with three kids and four dogs, she has plenty of interaction to keep her imagination brewing. Her books have been featured in USA Today’s Happy Ever After segment as well as Indie Reader’s best seller list. She has forged her way as an independent author.

Although she has a bachelor’s degree in Human Resources, she prefers to be hiding out in her writing cave, talking to the fictional characters that have built up in her head over the years.

When she isn’t writing or plotting her next book (sometimes translated to “playing on Facebook”), Nicole loves to read and spend time with her family and her dogs.













Speechless Excerpt 1: © Nicole Edwards 2016




Thursday, June 2nd


TEAGUE CARTER TRIED to ignore Hudson Ballard. Hell, he’d tried to ignore the bastard for the past … what? Two years now? Maybe three? Who freaking knows and who really cares. Regardless, it was getting more and more difficult as each day passed, but he wanted to think he’d done a pretty decent job all this time.


Until now.


Until today.


Until this fucking cruise, where he’d seen more of Hudson than he cared to.


Yup, Teague had mastered the art of avoidance or so he’d thought. But here on this stupid cruise ship, with the way Hudson was watching him, avoiding the man was damn near impossible. To the point that Teague simply wanted to punch him. In the mouth.


But he hadn’t.


No, he had settled for drinking himself into oblivion and it’d worked. He could no longer feel his fingers or toes, and his tongue had long ago gone numb thanks to the whiskey he’d been drinking like water. Chasing it with beer helped, too. It’d been the only way he could handle watching Hudson talk to the guy he’d brought on the ship with him. Stupid asshole.


He peered over his shoulder at Hudson, noticing the big guy was watching him intently. Teague had the sudden urge to stick out his tongue, but he knew that was petty and childish, and he was doing his best not to give in to those impulses. Shit, he was twenty-five years old, for fuck’s sake. He could act like a grown-up when need be.


Still didn’t mean he liked the fact that Hudson had brought along a plus one on this trip. Teague was pretty sure someone had said the guy’s name was AJ, but he wasn’t positive. Nor did he give a fuck. What the hell kind of name was that, anyway?


“A. J.” Teague smiled to himself as he began saying the letters faster. “A. J. A. J. A. J. Age. Age. Age. Age. Age.” He laughed because they now sounded funny and made his tongue tingle.


He rolled his eyes and lifted his empty glass. Too bad the bar was closed already. Then again, the reception was over, which meant the private room would probably be closing soon, too. The alcohol was definitely helping to keep him from thinking about Hudson. In fact, he’d done everything in his power not to pay attention to Hudson and his new boy toy. The boy toy who had been signing to Hudson earlier and was now talking to Milly.


Did anyone else find that strange?


Gay guy. Straight girl. No matter how you calculated it, the math didn’t add up.


Damn. He’d obviously had far too much to drink, because it sure as shit looked like Milly and the guy were flirting it up. But that couldn’t be the case. The asshole was here with Hudson.


Hudson the Prick.


Mmm-hmm, that was what Teague had started calling him. It was a good name for him, too.


When his head started spinning again, Teague knew it was time to get to his cabin. He wasn’t sure how he was going to make that happen, but he figured he’d get there eventually. If not, he could always lie down on the floor and take a nap. It wasn’t like anyone would be worried about where he was or who he was with. Unlike everyone else on this stupid cruise, he didn’t have a plus one. He was rolling solo, like always.


Oh, wait. Roan was, too.


Whatever.


Roan wasn’t important right now.


“Son of a fucking bitch,” he muttered, holding his empty glass. No more whiskey and no more bartender meant heading back to his room was a definite must.


He managed to twist in his chair and get his feet firmly on the floor, but when he went to stand, the room started spinning again. He had to sit back down. Luckily, no one had moved the chair or he would’ve been on his ass on the floor, and he was seriously questioning whether or not he could’ve gotten up from that point.


Okay, one more try.


Again, Teague pushed to his feet, this time remaining upright long enough to get away from the table. He started in the direction of the door, hoping he would make it. Right foot. Left foot. Right foot.


Wait, which foot was he on?


He looked up at the door. That was a long-ass way from where he was, but…


Shit.


He stumbled again and grabbed the nearest chair. “If the ship would stop rocking, I’d be fine.” He wasn’t sure who he was talking to, but the words helped his tongue not feel so numb, so he continued to ramble as he pushed away from the chair and made another go at getting to the door.


Unfortunately, the door disappeared from view when a giant body stepped in front of him.


Fucking great.


Now he had to deal with Hudson the Prick.


Teague instantly looked at Hudson’s hands as he signed. He had absolutely no fucking idea what Hudson said, but if he knew Hudson, it was going to be something that involved telling Teague what to do. So he replied in kind. “Thanks for the bit of advice, Dad.”


The next thing Teague knew, he tripped on his own foot, and the world tilted sideways. Just as he was gearing up to kiss the floor, Hudson’s enormous arms wrapped around him, keeping him from face-planting. Because he was too drunk to do otherwise, he allowed Hudson to get him to his feet by putting his arm around his back.


Hmm. The guy smelled good.


Then again, he always smelled good.


Something dark and woodsy…


Had to be cologne. The expensive shit, at that.


While Hudson guided him toward the door, Teague tried to ignore the heat that seared him from Hudson’s touch. He hated how fucking good it felt for someone to be touching him like this. He wasn’t sure anyone had ever attempted to take care of him or given a flying fuck whether or not he made it where he needed to go, but it seemed Hudson was doing just that. Sure, Teague had friends, kind of, but most of them would’ve laughed their ass off once Teague hit the ground. They wouldn’t have helped him by any means. And since he had no family…


Teague was distracted by Hudson’s scent.


“Why the fuck do you have to smell so good?” He tried to peer up at Hudson, wanting to look into those emerald-green eyes. “And why the hell aren’t you with your boyfriend?”


He knew better than to expect an answer from Hudson. The guy was mute; he couldn’t speak. If he signed a response, Teague wouldn’t understand, anyway. And truthfully, he didn’t want an answer to that. He’d done his best not to think about Hudson and that guy sharing a room, sharing a bed…


He shook his head, trying to dislodge the stupidity that was bouncing around inside his brain.


Hudson helped him onto the elevator, then pointed to the panel by the door.


Teague reached out and hit a button. Seven was a good number. It was random, sure, but that was because he couldn’t remember what floor he was on.


When they got to the floor, Hudson helped him out, still holding him upright as he led him down the hall. For some reason, this didn’t look like the right one, but Teague really didn’t know. His vision was blurry, so he couldn’t tell for sure. The carpet was different, maybe?


“Not my floor,” he mumbled, trying to remember what floor he actually was on. “Room number doesn’t have a seven.”


Or did it?


He felt Hudson’s arm tighten around him, and he got the sense Hudson wasn’t pleased with him, but he didn’t give much of a fuck. No, he didn’t give a fuck at all. The thought made him chuckle.


No fuck at all.


It seemed like forever before they finally made it to the right floor. It had only taken another detour on the wrong one before he got lucky. This one looked like the right place. And this—he reached out his arm and pointed—was the right door. Maybe. When they stopped, he noticed Hudson’s hands moving, but he didn’t know what Hudson was saying, so he frowned back at him.


Not wanting to touch Hudson any more than he had to, Teague attempted to stand up on his own. “Fuck. Why’s the room spinning so damn much?” And who stretched it? The last part he kept to himself because his lips felt funny.


He peered up at Hudson at the same time those penetrating green eyes glared back at him. He was tempted to ask him what his problem was, but then…


Son of a bitch.


Hudson’s hand dove into Teague’s pocket, dangerously close to… Oh, fuck. Just a little to the left…


No, wait. Not to the left. He wasn’t supposed to want Hudson touching him.









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