Wednesday, 29 March 2017

♂♂ Harmless (Pier 70 #4) ♂♂ Nicole Edwards ♂♂ Blog Tour ♂♂





Hes got a secret...

Roan Gregory, one of the four owners of Pier 70 Marina, has managed to paint himself as a loner in recent months. There
s a reason for that. And hes got every intention of keeping that reason a secret. That is, until he no longer has the option.

He
s got a secret, too...
Colton Seguine, defenseman for the Austin Arrows, has gotten good at keeping the world from finding out that he
s gay. He knows exactly what he can and cannot do. And with whom. That is, until he sees Roan for the first time and all bets are off.

Some secrets are too big to keep.
Temperatures soar when this brooding bad boy gets his first taste of this smoking hot hockey player.

Can Roan and Seg push past each other
s defenses? Or -- thanks to the way the cards have been dealt -- will the time they spent together prove to be just a harmless one night stand?

 



ARC received for an honest review

Ms Edwards has left the best till last with this final installment of the Pier 70 series.

Roan has been a bit of an enigma throughout the series, and I have always been curious to his secrets.  And now it is time to find out, and wow was his story more than I ever hoped it would be.

The moment he meets Colton "Seg" Seguine, Roan's life changes. Not going to spoil it for you by telling you what happens, but boy oh boy you are going to adore it.

The book is full of steam, sexy moment but mostly full of emotion.  Emotion that I wasn't expecting, emotion that gripped my heart and didn't let go.

It is about secrets, it is about trust, it is about finding honest to goodness true love, no matter what obstacles are put in your way.

Sigh, I just don't think I can do this book justice - I thought Speechless was going to be my favourite in this series, but Roan and Seg have surpassed them in Harmless.

Anther great thing about this is book is that it is a crossover between the Pier 70 series and the Austin Arrows series - so yay, we will be hopefully be getting to see a little more of the marina men in the future (please Ms Edwards!)

It has been a couple of days since I have finished reading Harmless, and I am still thinking about it.  I want, no I need more.

I can't wait to see what Ms Edwards brings us next.




HARMLESS (Pier 70, 4) Chapter One

Fourteen months ago
August

CAN I BUY you another drink?

Roan Gregory hoped he wasnt sporting his who me look when he cast a quick glance up and to the left, startled by the offer from

Well. Okay.

Not what hed expected.

Standing before him was the sexy guy whod been checking Roan out since he walked in the door. Discreetly, sure. But Roans attention had been unfocused at best. Hed noticed. And yes, this was the same guy Roan had fought hard not to sneak a peek at for the past hour.

The guy was totally his type back when hed had a type. At least in the physical sense.

Blond hair, blue eyes, long and lean, with the perfect balance of muscles tossed in.

But that was the key. Roan didnt have a type anymore. He was more interested in ignoring men for the duration.

Sexy Guy nodded toward the empty beer bottle in front of Roan. Another?

As though the guy wasnt possibly talking to him, Roan continued to stare. Only this time, he was captivated by the seductive smirk on Sexy Guys smooth lips. Nice lips. Full, perfect lips.

Obliterating the thought from his sex-starved brain, Roan dropped his gaze down to his beer. Yep, definitely empty. He mustve drained it when hed been lost in his own damn thoughts. Unfortunatelyno matter what his little head was telling himhe wasnt interested in company, sexy or otherwise, so he wanted Sexy Guy to go sit back down at the table by the wall where hed come from.

Im good. Shaking his head, Roan avoided the mans eyes, hoping he would take the hint.

I figured if youre gonna drown your sorrows, probably should do it right.

If Sexy Guy only knew.

Lifting his gaze once more, Roan met the determined steel-blue eyes still studying him. He bit back a retort. Didnt the guy understand that he wanted to be alone? Seriously, what did he need to do? Hold up a sign that said, Personal Pity Party, No Company Wanted?

What the?

Clearly Roan needed to improve his turn-down skills. Sexy Guy surely mistook his Im good for sure, sit down and join me because, of course, Sexy Guy was now sitting at his table. And he hadnt bothered to ask.

I promise, Im harmless. To reiterate his point, Sexy Guy held up his hands in surrender.

Big hands. Nice hands. Perfect hands.

Son of a bitch.

Now that Roan thought about it, the guy didnt look harmless. He looked like well, hell, he looked like temptation.

Good thing hed cut temptation from his diet long ago.

Leaning back, Roan tried to appear casual, not wanting to show that he was taken aback by the guys forwardness. He also didnt want the incredibly handsome blond to see that Roan was discreetly attempting to check him out. Mainly, the way that snug charcoal-gray T-shirt stretched across his impressive chest and the way the corded muscles in his neck shifted inconspicuously when he lifted his arm.

How discreet he was actually being was anyones guess since there was only about three feet between them.

Not only was he at least an eleven, Sexy Guy also looked familiar. Eerily so. Only Roan couldnt place him.

Roan shrugged off the thought and continued to stare the guy down.

For the past half hour, Roan had been nursing a beer while pretending to watch the baseball game playing on the television closest to him. He wasnt really paying attention at all because his brain was inundated with how shitty hed allowed his life to become. In fact, hed been paying so little attention he had noticed that the handsome man now sitting across from him had been staring his way every so often.

After the guy signaled the waitress for two more beers, he turned back to Roan.

Bold move considering Roan had already told him he wasnt interested. Or that had been his meaning anyway.

Colton Seguine, Sexy Guy said smoothly as he held out his hand.

Roan detected an accent, but he couldnt quite place it. Canadian, maybe?

Not interested, Roan grumbled, ignoring the introduction, hoping the guy would get it through his thick skull that Roan wasnt

Wait.

Did he say?

The name registered and Roans gaze slammed directly into the big guy.

Wavy blond hair, a thin scar running through one of his thick eyebrows, pale blue eyes with the perfect balance of gray running through them, a slightly crooked nose, and a jaw that looked as though it had been carved from stone, not to mention sharp cheekbones and those lips

Holy shit.

The harmless temptation sitting across from him was none other than a fucking hockey player.

Harmless. Right.

Youre Colton Seguine, Roan muttered, feeling stupid.

The guys lopsided smirk transformed his face from sexy to hot as fuck. Thats what they tell me, but everyone calls me Seg. Unfortunately, I dont recognize you, so…”

Roan held out his hand seeing that Segs was resting on the table as though waiting for this moment. Roan Gregory.

Nice to meet you, Roan Gregory.

Yes, it was.

Segs hand was strong, his grip firm. And holy fuck. This was Colton Seguine. Seg.

Roan briefly forgot all of his problems as he stared at the defenseman for the Austin Arrows hockey team. He knew the man was bighed read his stats a few dozen timesbut up close and personal, he was ginormous. Six foot four, two-twenty, if Roan remembered correctly.

The waitress interrupted their staring contest when she delivered their beers, and for a few seconds, Roan was caught up in those smoky blue eyes, unable to look away.

It no longer mattered that hed been wallowing in self-pity, trying to get over the fact that nearly four months ago hed professed his love for his best friend. He no longer felt the chest-constricting pain that had engulfed him as soon as he realized Cam had fallen in love with someone and they were incredibly happy. The pain hadnt come from the fact that Cam and Gannon were happy. As far as he was concerned, that was a good thing. It came from the fact that Roan had been insecure enough to think he would lose his friendship with the most important person in his life.

Only right now, the fact that hed blurted out that he loved his best friend seemed unimportantnot to mention, completely untrue.

Nope. None of it mattered because his brain was misfiring; the only thing he could think about was sex. Sex with this incredibly sexy hockey player. Dirty, rough, highly-erotic sex.

And wasnt that a kick in the nuts? Roan wasnt the sort to succumb to insta-lust. It usually took him some time to warm up to a guy. A hell of a lot longer than a brief introduction anyway.

Roan took a long pull on his beer, breaking the eye contact.

This was insane.

Why the hell would this guy even be over here? It wasnt like he was

Nah. No way was this guy gay.

Plus, if he waswhich he wasntthere was no way Seg would know Roan was gay. Seriously. How would he know? They werent in a gay bar. And it wasnt like
Roan was wearing his Im out and proud T-shirt today.

The thought had Roan staring at Seg thoughtfully.

Did he know Roan was gay? Was it something he broadcasted without realizing it?

After glancing around the room cautiously, Seg leaned in and lowered his voice. What do you say after this beer, I take you back to my place and we have a drink there?

Okay, so maybe along with some finely tuned gaydar, Seg was gay.

Not openly, obviously, since Roan distinctly remembered a recent article about Seg and some model chick hed been dating as of late. Yes, in case there was any confusion, Roan was a fan of the Austin Arrows. Huge fan.

Maybe Seg was bisexual?

Roan let that thought roll around for a few seconds. He didnt do bisexual. He had absolutely no intention of being with some guy who would wake up the next morning, crying and whining because he was so fucking confused about his life. Pussy or dick, it wasnt that hard to figure out which you preferred.
Not to mention, Roan didnt need that shit on top of everything else he was dealing with.

Leaning closer, mirroring Segs posture, Roan shook his head. Im pretty sure”—he tilted his head toward the waitress—“shes more your type.

Seg leaned even closer. Im pretty sure youre dead wrong.

Roan sat up straight, taking another pull on his beer as he studied this man.

Here was a guy Roan had watched play for years. A guy who was as masculine as they came. A guy who was now sitting here, in this sports bar, coming on to him.

He was coming on to him, right? Roan had been out of the game a long time; maybe he was imagining it.

He instantly thought about Cam. About how Roan had damn near fucked up their friendship because of his momentary lapse in judgement. His stupid freak out had nearly cost him the most important person in his life.

Then he thought about his sister and her fucking drug problem.

And his father, who was beside himself on how to help her.

His stepmother, who had threatened to leave his father if they didnt find a way to get Cassie some help.

A fucking mess was what his life had been reduced to.

No way should Roan add fucking a hockey player to that long list of screwed-up bullshit.

Clearly Seg sensed Roan was considering the idea. One night. No strings.

Nope, no mistaking that come-on.

Roan considered it.

No-strings sex. Was there even such a thing?

Roan adjusted his position, trying not to give the idea the merit it deserved, but unable to help himself.

A one-night stand with a hot hockey player.

Who could really say no to that? More importantly, who would?

His world was crumbling down around him, and this guy was offering him an opportunity to forget about it for a little while. An opportunity hed be stupid to pass up.

One night? Roan confirmed.

Seg nodded.

Tomorrow we pretend this never happened?

Another nod.

Downing what was left of his beer, Roan reached for his wallet, pulled out a couple of twenties, and slapped them on the table before getting to his feet.

Ill follow you, he told Seg.

The grin on Segs face made Roans dick jump to life.

Oh, yeah. This was definitely a good decision.


 


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 Todays Happy Ever After segment as well as Indie Readers best seller list. She has forged her way as an independent author.

Although she has a bachelors 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 isnt 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.

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