Showing posts with label Mathews family series. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mathews family series. Show all posts

Tuesday, July 21, 2015

Meet Ryan, your new book boyfriend: A Taste of Summer

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Taste of Summer
Mathews Family series
by Beverly Preston
a Contemporary Romance

Laugh, cry and fall in love in the newest  standalone within the
Mathews Family Series.  Meet Ryan and Carrie Ann in
A Taste of Summer. #SummerNeverTastedGood


NOW AVAILABLE



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Blurb
Most people know Hollywood heartthrob, Ryan Summer, as Ryan, no last name required. But once upon a time, he was just Summer to Carrie Ann—before a decade of blockbuster hits skyrocketed his success into superstardom.
 
Summer was smart, gorgeous, and cocky as hell. Nothing was out of his reach. Not even Carrie Ann Lowell. He was the love of her life—until he shattered her heart. Their breakup left more than a profound rift in her soul. It crushed her.
 
When Carrie Ann’s college flame forces his way back into her life, his dirty-talking, bold self-assurance re-ignites a passion she thought had long since been extinguished. Carrie Ann didn’t believe in second chances.
 
Not even for him.
 
No matter how deliciously tempting.
 
With sparks flying and hidden truths unraveling, will Carrie Anne be able to deny her desires to save herself from another heart break?


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Meet Ryan Summer, your new book boyfriend
“I don’t want to be your friend, Carrie Ann.” She heard him murmur. He raised to his feet, playing with her fingers before letting them loose, dropping his hand at his side. “I want to be your everything.”

****
“You own my heart. You always have. Everything else has just been white noise filling in the blank spaces.”


        ****
“Other women all have the same fuckin’ problem, Red.”
“Let me guess. They’re all after your millions?”
“That’s not the problem I’m referring to.”
“Too beautiful? Too thin? Too crazy like that one voodoo chick you dated?” There was no need to go into detail. He knew exactly who she meant.  
“None of them are you, Carrie Ann.” His voice was soft and soothing, slipping past her defenses, caressing old wounds hidden deep inside.
 
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EXCERPT


Summer skewered her with a harsh stare. “Stop acting like you don’t feel the connection we share.”
“That was a long time ago, Summer. You don’t know anything about me anymore.”
“Ah, that’s where you’re wrong Red. I know exactly who you are. What you want. What makes you happy. You need a man who will want you for exactly who you are. Independent, hardworking, passionate, fun, bossy and as stubborn as the day is long…in Alaska.” In spite of his seriousness, she almost smiled. “You also need a man who’s confident enough to put you in your place occasionally.”
“Don’t forget faithful,” she stabbed, whirling her back to him. Her breasts on display to the great outdoors reaching for her shirt. Thrusting each arm into the oversized sleeves, she busied herself with the buttons. High strung emotions caused her fingers to tremble, hindering her progress. “That man doesn’t exist.”
She heard him make a scoffing sound as he latched his fingers around her wrist, turning her to face him. Her heart spurred into a frantic beat. His grip so gentle and caring that she had no chance at resisting him. The soft cotton fabric of her shirt listed open all the way to her navel and below. The slope of her full breasts fully exposed, yet he seemed enthralled with her face.
“Our connection is far more than physical. We share a closeness, an intimacy that stretches beyond that of past lovers, Carrie Ann. Our bodies, our energy, we vibrate on the same frequency.” A familiar strain in his tone, low and ragged, flooded her with memories of long nights filled with passion and companionship. “Your laugh reaches the darkest, dustiest corners of my soul and brings it to life. When you’re near me my heart feels fuller. My breath comes easier. My smile…fuck…I can’t wipe it off my face when I’m near you. I connect with you on every level of my being, Carrie Ann.”
“What are you? Some kind of inspirational relationship guru now?”
He ignored the dig. “You make me fall for you…every…single…time just by the way you look at me.”
Battling the oncoming waterworks burning the back of her eyes and nose, she willed her defenses, regarding him scornfully, “You just want a blow job or…or a fuck for the night.”
His eyes broadened. Her crudeness surprised him more than it shocked herself.
“Well, I do love the vision of your mouth wrapped around my cock.” He moved closer, coasting his fingers along the ridge of her jaw. “And I most certainly want to fuck you senseless.”
“I’m sure you’ve knocked sense into plenty of women.”
“Carrie Ann, I’ve never wanted to fuck another woman the way I want to fuck you.”
Her lip curled, repulsed by his words. Summer was visibly shaking. She started to pull away from him, but he gripped her arms.
“You’re also the only woman I can really talk to. And the woman I want to look into the future with. Plain and simple, Red. I just want you. Inside, outside, upside down and fucking sideways.” The demanding but gentle squeeze of his fingers around her biceps, drew a rush of breath from her lungs. A flash of belligerent male triumph ignited fire in his eyes. Apparently he was happy to have finally made his point. “Carrie Ann, you’re the only woman I want in my bed when I wake up every morning.”


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Review by pearls
 
 
I absolutely adore the romance found in a Beverly Preston book.  Ryan and Carrie Anne were once a couple; now she won't speak to him.  What's a guy to do but whisk her away on a vacation at a remote Montana cabin with no internet or phone service.  With no one else to talk to, the two slowly find their way back together.  The passionate connection between them is real.  Can he forgive her secret? Can she deal with her jealousy?  Together, they must find a way to balance their relationship with the demands of the real world once they return to LA. 

The story contains many of Preston's hallmark style.  There is a beautiful majestic setting that creates the scene for our lovers, yet creating a close, intimate view into their relationship.  The hero is just too good to be true, and yet human.  The heroine is strong in her own right, but soft and feminine.  The annoyingly cute sidekick is played by an adorable puppy in this installment. And the hotness factor between the two lovers is off the scale, as it builds a slow boil.  Love it! 


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About the Author:
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#1 Bestselling Author, Beverly Preston has been a stay at home mom for 21 years, although she prefers the title Domestic Engineer. Along the way, Beverly worked side by side with her husband Don, the love of her life, designing, building and selling custom homes. As her children begin to venture out on their own, she’s left to shed a tear—for a minute—wonder what’s next in life, and embrace the feeling of empowerment that surely must’ve been wrapped in a present she received on her fortieth birthday.


If Beverly isn’t at home riding her spin bike, you’ll find her spinning richly emotional and sinfully sexy romance stories.


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Wednesday, March 4, 2015

Emotionally Rich, Sinfully Sexy Romance

 
 
The Mathews Family series box set
a Contemporary Romance
by Beverly Preston
 
Beverly Preston writes the perfect romance hero: sexy-as-hell good guys, the kind you want to screw your brains out and put a ring on your finger.  

Meet the men of The Mathews Family in this sexy, romantic box set!  

NOW AVAILABLE FOR ONLY $0.99!
4 Complete Novels
iBooks: http://apple.co/1zOMY83


Blurb

Beverly Preston writes the perfect romance hero: sexy-as-hell good guys, the kind you want to screw your brains out and put a ring on your finger.”
Sinfully sexy, emotionally rich contemporary romance series! Stunning love stories set in exotic destinations such as Bora Bora, Greece, Italy and more. Laugh, cry and fall in love with The Mathews Family one Happily Ever After at a time: with a Hollywood A-list actor, a sexy contractor, an Italian winemaker, and a dream-come-true architect.

 
 EXCERPT
Seconds after hearing the click of the front door shutting, his mouth was at her ear. His fingers slipped beneath the straps on her shoulder, lifting the dress above her head and tossing it on the end of the bed.
Spikes of sensual energy gathered between them. Reed nuzzled the rasp of his stubble into the sensitive spot on her neck and her skin came to life beneath his firm yet gentle touch. Tremors chased down her spine and desire ached between her thighs. Never in her life had JC been so completely in tune with the bodily forces filling her physically and emotionally.
A slight giggle dissolved into a soft gasp as one arm crossed beneath her breast, pulling her closer. Gooseflesh covered her body as his lips traversed the slope of her neck and shoulder, revisiting receptive areas he’d pursued the night before.
“I don’t understand,” she murmured. Reed pressed the shape of him, rearing and stiff, against the small of her back. Her head listed back against his chest, followed a soft ambiguous cry of need. “How do you do that to me?”
He turned her to face him, cupping the tender curve of her breast. “Darlin’, in few minutes, you’re not gonna give a damn.”
Heat.
Heat spread everywhere, engulfing her senses in flames of desire. Draping her wrists over his shoulder, she raised on her tippy-toes, searching for his lips. Reed resisted her fervent urges, pulling back, not allowing her the passionate kiss she yearned for. He stared into her eyes, capturing her spirit with his ice blue eyes. Zings of pleasure chased though her and JC feared she might melt before they even started.
Unspoken words drifted between them.
Reed’s unconditional acceptance disarmed her. He accepted her commitment phobias, occasional neurotic tendencies, her fears of love, her mishaps in life and bad judgments. He understood her implicitly and appreciated her exactly as she was.
Her heart pounded. Excitement and nervousness mingled through her emotions. Her eyes drifted shut as she leaned into his chest and his hands played over her slowly, tortuously igniting a new passion within. She quivered and stumbled, falling onto the chaise behind her.
He started toward her hungrily, but she shook her head.
“No?” he asked with a questioning grin.
“No.” She shook her head again. “This isn’t exactly how I pictured this. You make me too damn nervous.” She pointed toward the bathroom. “Can you please give me two minutes?”
He bent, securing her to the hide with his thigh between her legs, possessing her mouth with long, intimate licks of his tongue. “I’ll give you three,” he assured, releasing her from his kiss and sauntering into the bathroom.
JC leapt to her feet, pacing in circles in nothing more than her white cheeky panties. “What the hell is wrong with me?” Stopping midstride, she shook out her trembling limbs. “You can do this! Pull yourself together.”
She took a few deep breaths, trying to ward off the tension looming close the surface of her thoughts. Her limbs felt weighted and encumbering, restricting her body from its natural rhythmic flow of sensual language. He’s just a man. I’ve kissed dozens of men! You’ve already had sex with him. Don’t be chicken!
She bent over, tousling her hair through her fingers and flipped her head back, letting the long caramel layers cascade down her back in sexy loose pieces.
JC plopped onto the chaise, strumming her fingers on the hide. Yeah, but damn what a man!  
Nestling back into the hide, she draped her hands above her head. Unable to find the right position, she fidgeted awkwardly. “This is not comfortable,” she grumbled. “Oh, my God. What is wrong with me?”
Irritated by her own anxiety and gracelessness, she flopped to the opposite end of the chaise. Her long legs and feet dangled over the arched back and her head hung over the foot of the lounge.
Sunbeams pushing through the glass door swept across her body. Her eyes drifted shut and she drew in a deep, full breath of air and then another. The scent of his skin lingered with the warmth of the sun, caressing her senses and calming her nerves.
She startled when Reed gently placed his hand on the outside of her thigh. His naked hip brushed against her skin when he sat beside her. Her eyes remained closed as the coolness from his hand slid along her waist to her breast, resting on top of her heart.
“I know…” she panted breathily. JC placed her hand over his. “Just feel you in here.”
“That’s right, darlin’”
“I don’t know why you make me so nervous.”
“Just relax.”
Feeling his avid stare burning through closed lids and the weight of his hand dip to her breast, she slipped her tongue across her lips sensually.
“You make me nervous too,”—his breath fractured—“JC.”
Her eyes opened when he called her by name.
“We’ll figure it out together.”
Feelings of passion and adoration flourished, stringing tightly around her heart. She nodded.
“Goddess,” he hummed, wiggling his brow. The back of his hand traced lazily over her jaw and earlobe. He leaned closer, nearly kissing her before halting. “You’re beautiful. Inside and out.”
 

Reviews by pearls
I love this series and tell everyone about it, even my mother!

No More Wasted Time, book 1

Watching these two get a fresh start was a truly lovely story. Both already had everything they had wanted, except for each other. Their world wind romance leads to changes in both of their lives, but both are such caring people that none of it seems a sacrifice. Lisa gives this story a "12".
Shayla's Story, book 2

You first met the Matthews and Clemmins families in No More Wasted Time (but you will enjoy this book without reading the first). Shayla's Story takes you along on her journey to her uncle's wedding in Greece. Her life is already in confusion when John walks into it. Shayla must decide whether to hold his hand and jump into the unknown or to play it safe. What do you do when two great guys like you? Do you listen to your heart or your head? Beverly sets up a very believable scenario with a very romantic background. The story clips along, with a delightful supporting cast and an appalling nemesis. Visually and Romantically stunning.
The Perfect Someday, book 3
This is the 3rd story in the Mathews family saga, but like the others, it can be read as a standalone. It follows the life of Tracy as she graduates and moves forward with her life. As a fellow brainiac, I could completely relate to Tracy: part independent woman, part romantic. Set in Greece and Italy, it is filled with romantic scenes as well as angst. I love how the author engages all the senses in the process of reading the story, much as you would when appreciating a fine wine. I truly became lost in the moments. The beauty of the sunset was intoxicating, and that was before the kiss. My heart was broken and rejoicing along with the characters. And I can't wait to book my next vacation in the Italian wine country!
Surviving Broken, book 4

Once again, Beverly Preston does not disappoint. It was great to see her stretch her creative wings as she portrayed the darkness of an abusive relationship alongside the beauty of real love. JC finds herself in the role of many women: wondering how she allowed herself to be manipulated with promised of love into breaking all of her rules. How can she ever trust herself again, let alone a new man in another relationship. The abuse is very present, but artistically referenced. It is the psychology in her head that takes center stage. In contrast, a relationship built on mutual respect and affection allows her to blossom in her personal and professional life. He too comes into the relationship broken, showing that despite the cause, broken hearts can be mended and will love again. A great addition to the Mathews series, and you get to see all the family again!

 
About the Author
#1 Bestselling Author, Beverly Preston has been a stay at home mom for 21 years, although she prefers the title Domestic Engineer. Along the way, Beverly worked side by side with her husband Don, the love of her life, designing, building and selling custom homes. As her children begin to venture out on their own, she’s left to shed a tear—for a minute—wonder what’s next in life, and embrace the feeling of empowerment that surely must’ve been wrapped in a present she received on her fortieth birthday.

If Beverly isn’t at home riding her spin bike, you’ll find her spinning richly emotional and sinfully sexy romance stories.


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Monday, September 29, 2014

Going through hell to find your heaven


Surviving Broken
The Mathews Family Series 4
By Beverly Preston
a Contemporary Romance
Can be read as a Stand-alone

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B & N: TBD        iTunes: TBD


RELEASE DATE: September 29th, 2014

Blurb

~ Sometimes you have to go through hell to find your heaven ~

 
Most women have a wish list when it comes to what kind of man they want to date. JC Mathews used a strict set of guidelines as a safety net to keep herself out of trouble and out of love.

 On hiatus from the bright lights and speculative gazes of her career in the fashion industry, JC lets her guard down...only to the wrong man. After escaping Italy and the hands of her abuser, she returns to Malibu to recover. The last thing she expects to find is a large, gorgeous intruder swimming naked in her pool.

 Reed Rider left Texas and his broken heart behind in order to settle his aunt’s affairs after her death. Seeking refuge from the California heat for a midnight swim in his neighbor’s backyard, he never expects to find the nude silhouette of a long-haired beauty standing at the water’s edge.

As their passion ignites and the pages of JC's rulebook fade to grey, she unlocks her guarded heart to begin a new chapter in her life. When hidden truths are exposed and secrets unravel, will they survive the threats from their broken pasts?

 

 



 Review by pearls:

Once again, Beverly Preston does not disappoint.  It was great to see her stretch her creative wings as she portrayed the darkness of an abusive relationship alongside the beauty of real love.  JC finds herself in the role of many women: wondering how she allowed herself to be manipulated with promised of love into breaking all of her rules.  How can she ever trust herself again, let alone a new man in another relationship.  The abuse is very present, but artistically referenced.  It is the psychology in her head that takes center stage.  In contrast, a relationship built on mutual respect and affection allows her to blossom in her personal and professional life.  He too comes into the relationship broken, showing that despite the cause, broken hearts can be mended and will love again.  A great addition to the Mathews series, and you get to see all the family again!


 

 

EXCERPT

Everything around her came to screeching halt.

Every voice, every footstep, every clink of a glass, even the music rendered silent. Overcome by fear, she stood, paralyzed, as her pulse rampaged through the veins in her neck. JC stared at the man sitting at the table with his back toward her. She’d only seen one man who measured up to Codge’s size, and he’d swam naked in her pool last night.

Fear exploded into anger and aggravation, realizing she stood shaking in her boots while he sat enjoying himself with friends. Oh, that is it! I don’t fucking think so! I am not going to be afraid of you…or any other man!

Slamming her purse on the bar, she snarled at Codge, “Watch this for me.”

JC stormed toward the group of men ordering a round of drinks from the waitress. Her eyes narrowed and jaw clamped tight and she stopped directly behind the man. Other men at the table all took notice of JC staring viciously at the back of his head as if it were a dartboard.

A man sitting directly across the table surveyed her with wide, curious eyes. Clearing his throat, he mumbled something and nodded in JC’s direction.

Everyone at the table, now fully aware of her fury, watched as the large man glanced nonchalantly over his shoulder.

Her heartbeat pounded in her chest as their eyes met and locked.

He made a grim observation of the situation, slowly returning his gaze to the table, muttering, “Oh, hell.”

JC’s hands balled into fists, ready to take aim as he scooted his chair away from the table. “Oh, hell is right!” She demanded, “Why were you in my pool?”

Rising from the chair, he straightened to his full height, towering over JC. The enormous size of him made her stagger back a step. Blood rushed from her face, draining her of color. Anger welled up inside, pissed at herself for withdrawing. 

“Change that to a shot of Jack Daniels,” he said to the waitress.

Finding her nerve, JC lifted her chest taking a bold step towards him, encroaching into his personal space. Her voice escalated three octaves higher. “Why were you naked in my pool? Were you trying to rob me? What are you? Some kind of burglar?”

“Make that two shots of Jack,” he called toward the bar, uneasily running his fingers through his dirty-blond hair. He turned back to the men sitting at the table. “’Scuse me.”

He held his hand out, politely gesturing JC toward the bar as if attempting to avoid an embarrassing scene.

“What’s the matter? You don’t want your friends to know you broke into my backyard?”

He cautiously touched his hand against the small of her back.

She flinched and swatted at his hand. “Don’t touch me!” she fumed, taking an aggressive stance, almost chest bumping him as she glared up into his eyes.

He gazed down, staring at her sympathetically with the most gorgeous ice blue eyes she’d ever seen. As he leaned in next to her ear, she recoiled when the stubble on his face briefly touched the skin near her temple. “Ma’am, I’d appreciate it if you’ll allow me to explain. I’m not a burglar. And I don’t need everybody in this bar thinking I might be one.”

JC blinked repeatedly, silently damning him for having such tender sweetness in his voice that dripped like honey from his tongue. An unfamiliar sensation rippled through her all the way down to her toes. Turning from his hypnotic blue eyes, she marched to the bar.

Codge’s elbows rested on the bar top, leaning his chin on his entwined fingers. A bottle of Jack Daniels and two full shot glasses sat in front of him on the thick slab of wood.

A light dampness of sweat covered her body from the adrenaline coursing through her body. Her chest heaved up and down with each breath. JC waited for her streaker to explain, but he seemed to be at a loss for words, only staring at her intently.

“Well, spit it out,” she snipped, impatiently placing her hands on her hips.

He reached for a shot of Jack and then another, extending a shot glass to her.

“You think I’m gonna have a drink with you?” she shrieked, appalled by the offer.

A hint of a smile flirted on his lip. He handed her the shot. “I thought it might settle you down.”

JC gripped the cold glass between her fingers. “Whiskey makes me louder.”

He glanced at Codge with bent brow, downed his shot and removed the shot glass from JC’s fingers, setting it on the bar. “Look ma’am, if whisky makes you feistier, you don’t need this.”

Her mouth dropped open with a huff. Defiantly, she reached over, grabbed the shot between her fingers and tossed it back in one swig. Licking the burning sweet whiskey from her lips, JC choked, “Why do you keep calling me ma’am? Do I look like a ma’am to you?”

Her irritation grew as he simply gaped at her mouth.

“I’m from Texas. We call—”

“Well you’re not in Texas! You’re in California…naked in my pool.”

Codge let out a deep throaty chuckle as he filled the shot glass again.

“I’m sorry, Mrs. Clemmins. I thought you were out of town. I’m—”

“Ewww! I am not Mrs. Clemmins.” JC wrinkled her nose. “Mrs. Clemmins is my mother and Mr. Clemmins is my stepdad.”

Staring at JC, he mused over her in bewilderment before swallowing another shot of Jack.

Codge snickered for the second time.

“I’ve about heard enough out of you, old man,” the man warned with a sharp glare.

“Hey! Don’t you talk to my friend like that,” JC sassed back boldly.

“I’m sorry, what’s your name?”

Codge crooned, smiling ear from ear. “Her name is JC Mathews.”

Her streaker’s ice blue eyes smiled teasingly. “JC, darlin’, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but Codge is my friend.”

Out of the corner of her eye, Codge mouthed something to the man. She snapped her head toward the bar, snarling, “Are you enjoying this, Codge? What did you just say to him?”

Codge held out his hands blamelessly, pointing to the man with flushed cheeks. “Me? I didn’t say anything. Ask him.”

JC’s patience pushed past her limits. Throwing her hands in the air, she pointed at both men. “Bullshit! Somebody better start talking. You still haven’t told me why you were in my yard! And don’t call me darlin’!”

Codge shot the man a wary glance. “Reed, my friend, you’re on your own. I’ve known her family for too many years.” He nervously stroked his goatee. “I said—”

“I guess it can’t get any worse. He said goddess. My name is Reed. I’m your neighbor. And I was caught swimming naked in your pool because I was hot. I thought you were out of town. Hell, I’ve never seen anyone at that house and the day I decide, What the hell, Reed, no one’s home, you show up. I’m sorry for scaring the daylights out of ya’. I thought you were—”

“A goddess. He thought you were a goddess,” Codge belted out a booming laugh.

Reed glowered at Codge as if he was about to commit murder. “I thought you were Mrs. Clemmins.”

Codge chuckled. “That’s not exactly how he told the story. There was definitely a goddess mixed in there somewhere, along with—”

“Codge!” The roar of Reed’s harsh warning made JC flinch.

The old man smiled big enough to stick a nickel in his dimples. “JC, did you come here to eat one of my famous turkey burgers? Why don’t you two have a seat at a table and let your new neighbor dig himself a big hole? Dinner’s on me.”

 

 
 



First Three books in the Mathews Family Series
 

will be ON SALE throughout the tour!

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Each can be read as a stand-alone.








 


No More Wasted Time (bk 1)
 
Review by pearls:

 

Shayla’s Story (bk 2)
 
Review by pearls:

 
 

The Perfect Someday (bk 3)
 
Review by pearls: 


 

About the Author:


#1 Bestselling Author, Beverly Preston has been a stay at home mom for 21 years, although she prefers the title Domestic Engineer. Along the way, Beverly worked side by side with her husband Don, the love of her life, designing, building and selling custom homes. As her children begin to venture out on their own, she’s left to shed a tear—for a minute—wonder what’s next in life, and embrace the feeling of empowerment that surely must’ve been wrapped in a present she received on her fortieth birthday.

 

If Beverly isn’t at home riding her spin bike, you’ll find her spinning richly emotional and sinfully sexy romance stories.

 




 


 


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Beverly Preston - Signed paperback of Surviving Broken

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