Blog Tour Review & Giveaway: Chains – Kelli Maine

Posted October 17, 2014 by Shannon in Blog Tour, Giveaways, Reviews / 0 Comments

untitledChained To The Past.

On the brink of going pro in MMA, Tyler Graves has defied his pastβ€”a past where going to jail for beating the hell out of his foster father took him away from the girl he loved and swore to protect, leaving her in the house of the man who abused them both.

Chained To Regret.

No matter how much time has passed, Danielle Debasco weighs on Ty’s mind and conscience. He was supposed to save her, instead he abandoned her.

Chained To Love.

To free Danny from the abusive man who still haunts her, Ty’s faced with sacrificing his future by finishing what he started four years agoβ€”taking vengeance. But, this time will be different. This time he won’t stop until the horrors of their past are sealed not just in blood, but in death.

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Release Date: September 22nd 2014
Publisher: Self Published
Source: Provided by Author
Reviewer: Victoria
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Reviewer’s Thoughts

Tyler Graves grew up in the foster care system and used his fists when he could.Β  He could count on the one thing his fists.Β  Now Tyler is on the brink of going pro as a MMA fighter when his past comes to haunt him.Β  Tyler is now searching to Danielle and is willing to do whatever he can to protect the one love he could not forget.

Danielle Debasco was raised in foster care and experienced the horror that some kids go through.Β  She had no one to protect her other than Tyler.Β  Unfortunately, Tyler left when he was eighteen leaving her behind.Β  Danielle turned to drugs to mask the pain she did not want to deal with.

The chemistry between Tyler and Danielle is blistering. They make a great pair with each of them fighting battles in the life they have made so far and with how they have dealt with their childhood in and out of foster care. The connection Tyler and Danielle have is intense and the sex scenes are just as intense.

I found this book very well written with a riveting plot.Β  The main characters and secondary characters are mesmerizing. The ending of the book was a bit predictable but the focus of the book is more about how Danielle and Tyler come back together. Β I loved that most of this book is told from Tyler’s perspective. Β The one thing that I did not like was that the ending of the book seemed to be cutoff just before the epilogue.Β  Overall, this was a great book and I hope we get to see these characters again in the future.

 

Excerpt

β€œDid you ever try to find your mom?” Danny asked me. She’d insisted on coming downstairs for lunch the next day.
β€œSip slow,” I told her, handing her a cup of chicken broth. β€œNo. I never tried to find her.”
β€œDo you ever think about it?” she asked, taking a couple crackers out of the box I set on the table.
β€œNo. She took off on me. I don’t want to force my way into someone’s life who doesn’t want me there.”
She made an, β€œMmm,” sound, nodding and staring into her mug. β€œWhat about you?” I asked. β€œHave you talked to your mom?”
Danny was taken away. Her mom wanted her, but she couldn’t take care of her. When we were with Striker, she’d make wishes on stars and dandelion fuzz and birthday candles for her mom to take her back home, but her mom never got her shit together.
β€œA couple years ago,” Danny said, β€œStriker told me she overdosed.”
I put down the glass of water I’d poured her a bit too hard, with a thunk that echoed. β€œShe’s dead?”
β€œThat’s what he said.”
I watched her take a sip of her broth, hesitant to say what I was thinking. But it was Danny, and she’d have already thought it, too. β€œWas he lying?”
She shook her head. β€œI looked it up online at the library. Found her obituary. It didn’t mention a daughter.”
I sank into the chair beside her and took her hand. β€œYou know what sucked the worst about my mom leaving me? She didn’t want to know me anymore. I mean, it was fucking shitty of her to abandon her kid, but after that, when I was alone at night in the dark I thought about how she didn’t know I liked to draw.”
β€œYou lived to draw,” Danny said, squeezing my hand.
β€œYeah, and she had no idea. She didn’t know that when she left the lady next door made me sleep on an old dog bed infested with fleas and sprayed me off with the hose instead of letting me shower.”
β€œHow can people be so cruel? You were a little kid.”
β€œWe were both little kids, Dan. People are fucking animals. They take care of their own and screw everyone else.”
β€œNot everybody,” she said.
I thought about Mike. β€œNo, I guess not everybody. Most people.”
β€œI thought my mom wanted me,” she said. β€œI thought she’d try to get me back. When they took me away, she cried and promised she’d do everything she had to so we’d be together again.” She looked up at me with watery blue eyes. β€œShe lied. She never tried to get me back.”
The pained expression on her face gripped me inside and twisted. I hated her mom. I hated Striker. I hated my own mom. How could they all do this to us? Then it hit me. I promised to go back for her, and I never did. Just like her mom.
I leaned forward, pressing her hand against my chest and my lips to her temple. β€œI want you, Danielle. I want you in my life. I always have. I was selfish and caught up in setting things right first, but I never forgot about you.”
She turned to me and stroked my cheek. Her eyes roamed my face, her sorrow of past memories gone. She watched her fingertips grazed my lips and lifted her eyes to mine, asking permission.
My heart drummed. I took her hand away and cupped her face, bringing her close enough to feel her breath on my cheek. I ran the tip of my nose up and down the ridge of hers before tilting her head and securing my lips against hers.
It was like breathing in life. Like I’d only been keeping myself alive with air in my lungs, food and water, but thisβ€”Danny in my arms with our lips seeking and discoveringβ€”this was really being alive.
The tip of her tongue edged along my bottom lip and started a fire in my gut. I dropped my hands from her face and wrapped my arms around her, pulling her onto my lap. Our tongues darted in and out, shy and bold at the same time, learning the feel of each other. How could Dannyβ€”my Dannyβ€”still have part of her for me to discover?
The thought sent my mind south of her navel. Danny wasn’t the girl she used to be. If I were honest, I’d admit to myself that I’d noticed it when we were teenagers. She’d gotten hips and breasts and a firm, round ass. By the time she was fourteen, it was hard to look at her like she was the same little girl anymore. I never thought of her as a sister. Maybe if we’d lived in a house that was like an actual family instead of an abusive nightmare.
Sitting here with her ass pressed against my crotch and her lips and tongue slick and hot against mine, I was so fucking happy I’d never thought of her as my sister, or I’d be in for some serious guilt. There was no way I was turning back from being this close to her.
I wanted more.
I wanted closer.
I wanted inside her.
She parted her lips from mine, panting, and looked at me with hazy eyes. The last thing I wanted was to pressure her, scare her. β€œShould we stop?” I asked, hearing the deep rasp of lust in my voice.
She gazed into my eyes for a moment before shaking her head and falling back into our kiss.
I stood, picking her up in my arms, and carried her upstairs. In the bedroom, I laid her down on the bed and straddled her, sitting on my knees with my hands on either side of her head. β€œI need you to tell me if you don’t want to do this,” I said. β€œOr if you want me to stop.”
She gave me a sinful smile and looked up at me with those lusty, hooded eyes. β€œI’ve wanted this for as long as I knew what sex was, Tyler.” She ran her hands up my thighs. β€œI wanted this to take away what I didn’t want. To replace it with you. Someone who cared. Someone safe.”

β€œDid you ever try to find your mom?” Danny asked me. She’d insisted on coming downstairs for lunch the next day.
β€œSip slow,” I told her, handing her a cup of chicken broth. β€œNo. I never tried to find her.”
β€œDo you ever think about it?” she asked, taking a couple crackers out of the box I set on the table.
β€œNo. She took off on me. I don’t want to force my way into someone’s life who doesn’t want me there.”
She made an, β€œMmm,” sound, nodding and staring into her mug. β€œWhat about you?” I asked. β€œHave you talked to your mom?”
Danny was taken away. Her mom wanted her, but she couldn’t take care of her. When we were with Striker, she’d make wishes on stars and dandelion fuzz and birthday candles for her mom to take her back home, but her mom never got her shit together.
β€œA couple years ago,” Danny said, β€œStriker told me she overdosed.”
I put down the glass of water I’d poured her a bit too hard, with a thunk that echoed. β€œShe’s dead?”
β€œThat’s what he said.”
I watched her take a sip of her broth, hesitant to say what I was thinking. But it was Danny, and she’d have already thought it, too. β€œWas he lying?”
She shook her head. β€œI looked it up online at the library. Found her obituary. It didn’t mention a daughter.”
I sank into the chair beside her and took her hand. β€œYou know what sucked the worst about my mom leaving me? She didn’t want to know me anymore. I mean, it was fucking shitty of her to abandon her kid, but after that, when I was alone at night in the dark I thought about how she didn’t know I liked to draw.”
β€œYou lived to draw,” Danny said, squeezing my hand.
β€œYeah, and she had no idea. She didn’t know that when she left the lady next door made me sleep on an old dog bed infested with fleas and sprayed me off with the hose instead of letting me shower.”
β€œHow can people be so cruel? You were a little kid.”
β€œWe were both little kids, Dan. People are fucking animals. They take care of their own and screw everyone else.”
β€œNot everybody,” she said.
I thought about Mike. β€œNo, I guess not everybody. Most people.”
β€œI thought my mom wanted me,” she said. β€œI thought she’d try to get me back. When they took me away, she cried and promised she’d do everything she had to so we’d be together again.” She looked up at me with watery blue eyes. β€œShe lied. She never tried to get me back.”
The pained expression on her face gripped me inside and twisted. I hated her mom. I hated Striker. I hated my own mom. How could they all do this to us? Then it hit me. I promised to go back for her, and I never did. Just like her mom.
I leaned forward, pressing her hand against my chest and my lips to her temple. β€œI want you, Danielle. I want you in my life. I always have. I was selfish and caught up in setting things right first, but I never forgot about you.”
She turned to me and stroked my cheek. Her eyes roamed my face, her sorrow of past memories gone. She watched her fingertips grazed my lips and lifted her eyes to mine, asking permission.
My heart drummed. I took her hand away and cupped her face, bringing her close enough to feel her breath on my cheek. I ran the tip of my nose up and down the ridge of hers before tilting her head and securing my lips against hers.
It was like breathing in life. Like I’d only been keeping myself alive with air in my lungs, food and water, but thisβ€”Danny in my arms with our lips seeking and discoveringβ€”this was really being alive.
The tip of her tongue edged along my bottom lip and started a fire in my gut. I dropped my hands from her face and wrapped my arms around her, pulling her onto my lap. Our tongues darted in and out, shy and bold at the same time, learning the feel of each other. How could Dannyβ€”my Dannyβ€”still have part of her for me to discover?
The thought sent my mind south of her navel. Danny wasn’t the girl she used to be. If I were honest, I’d admit to myself that I’d noticed it when we were teenagers. She’d gotten hips and breasts and a firm, round ass. By the time she was fourteen, it was hard to look at her like she was the same little girl anymore. I never thought of her as a sister. Maybe if we’d lived in a house that was like an actual family instead of an abusive nightmare.
Sitting here with her ass pressed against my crotch and her lips and tongue slick and hot against mine, I was so fucking happy I’d never thought of her as my sister, or I’d be in for some serious guilt. There was no way I was turning back from being this close to her.
I wanted more.
I wanted closer.
I wanted inside her.
She parted her lips from mine, panting, and looked at me with hazy eyes. The last thing I wanted was to pressure her, scare her. β€œShould we stop?” I asked, hearing the deep rasp of lust in my voice.
She gazed into my eyes for a moment before shaking her head and falling back into our kiss.
I stood, picking her up in my arms, and carried her upstairs. In the bedroom, I laid her down on the bed and straddled her, sitting on my knees with my hands on either side of her head. β€œI need you to tell me if you don’t want to do this,” I said. β€œOr if you want me to stop.”
She gave me a sinful smile and looked up at me with those lusty, hooded eyes. β€œI’ve wanted this for as long as I knew what sex was, Tyler.” She ran her hands up my thighs. β€œI wanted this to take away what I didn’t want. To replace it with you. Someone who cared. Someone safe.”

 

CnB About the Author

Kelli Maine author pictureKelli Maine is the erotic romance author of USA Today Bestseller and #1 Nook book, Taken, and the Give & Take series, along with the Dolls & Doms novellas and Chains. She lives in Northeast Ohio with her husband and kids. When she’s not writing, Kelli enjoys watching reality T.V., getting lost in random Wikipedia pages and searching online ads for vintage muscle cars.

Favorite Author: Diana Gabaldon

Favorite Food: Japanese

Favorite Superhero: Spiderman

Favorite Place I’ve Been:Β Yucatan Peninsula

Writing Must Haves: Coffee and chocolate

Plotter or Pantser: Proud Pantser

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