Guardian by Remy Blake
Release Date: March 30th
Hosted by Chance Promotions
The daughter of my oldest friend is now my responsibility. I expected a
little girl in pigtails. What I got was a Lolita with an attitude that
drives me insane, and a body that fuels every man’s fantasies.
She’s everywhere I turn. Tormenting me, teasing me, taunting me; wrapping
herself around my every thought. Invading my life in more ways than one.
Ivy Colt is my poison.
I know I shouldn’t want her, but like her namesake she’s an itch I need to
DAWN’S 3.5 Blush Review
The Guardian by Remy Blake was similar yet different then their debut book Tempt. In Tempt there’s a younger guy with an older woman in The Guardian it’s the opposite. Both books are forbidden, erotic and sprinkled with love….
In The Guardian, we meet 35 year old Brock. His old friend has died and left him guardianship over his precious daughter. Brock’s thinking, what do I know about a sweet young girl?!? He’s in for a surprise.. In walks bombshell Ivy and she is no sweet young girl. Ivy is a feisty and salacious 19 year old… She is fiercely independent and has her own agenda. Which does not include Brock. SO, right from the start, she tortures him. Skimpy bathing suits, walking around half naked and using her potty mouth … Poor Brock didn’t have a chance. I did get a little creeped out with Brock’s reaction to her at first. It took me a bit to get over the big age difference, especially since he’s her dad’s friend. But once I realized Ivy isn’t your average 19 year old, she’s a man eater… I got over it. I loved Ivy and her “take no bull” attitude. Brock is a real man’s man. He goes toe to toe with Ivy. I found their push pull relationship frustrating and fun. I felt the lust between them, but it took me some time to feel their emotional connection. I really enjoyed how the book played out… In the end I did get what I wanted!
The writing duo of Remy Blake definitely work well together. I look forward to what they will bring us next.
She clings to me like a second skin once we’re on the highway. Riding with
her plastered against my back, her pussy pressed against my ass is like the
best foreplay ever. I wish I could take advantage of the build up when we
get home. There’s nothing I like better than to fuck after riding.
By the time I park the bike in the garage and put both helmets away, Ivy is
already inside the house. Removing my boots at the door, I walk to the
kitchen in search of a beer. It’s hot as hell out there, today.
Ivy’s in the kitchen drinking water from a bottle, her head tipped back
exposing her smooth neck. I stop in my tracks, looking her over from her
wind blown hair all the way down to her sexy little feet.
She finishes her drink and notices me there. A smile breaks out over her
face and she rapidly closes the distance between us. “I had so much fun,
Brock,” she smiles and throws her arms around my neck. My arms wrap around
her like they have a mind of their own and my hands caress up and down the
middle of her back. Each time they get dangerously close to her ass.
She lifts her head from my chest and stares at my lips. It’s an invitation
that’s impossible to miss and impossible to turn down. Leaning forward, I
brush our mouths together and pause, waiting for her to change her mind.
Her hands on the back of my neck urge me down to kiss her again. Slamming
our lips together with an out of control need, I grip strands of her hair
between my fingers and hold her head in place.
Our tongues tangle and she wiggles her sexy little body against me. Her
nipples brush back and forth on my chest making my cock hard as nails. My
hands release her hair and trail down to cup her round ass. I scoop her up
as if she weighs no more than a feather. She wraps her legs around my hips
and rubs her pussy against my cock. Two steps bring me to the kitchen
counter where I set her down. Our mouths never lose contact. We’ve both
been fighting this attraction since day one. We kiss as if we’re starved
for each other. This moment was inevitable.
Her hands slip under my t-shirt, her fingers tease my skin along the
waistband of my jeans. Fuck. I want her so bad. I want to strip us both of
all our clothes and impale her on my cock. I want to fuck her harder than
Jude or anyone else ever has. Instead, I catch her hands in mine, pulling
them behind her back. “Lean back on your palms,” I tell her, guiding them
to the counter. She listens and it makes me want her even more. The
position she’s in has her chest thrusting forward. Slowly, I lift her shirt
and then undo her bra. Her naked tits are the hottest I’ve ever seen. The
tips hard and begging for my mouth to close around them. My hands cradle
her as my mouth lowers to take one nipple between my lips. She moans and
arches her back more. Moving to the other nipple I suck the hard tip into
my mouth and then let my tongue circle around it. “Yes,” she gasps.
My hand moves to her stomach, sliding down to toy with the button on her
pants. Glancing down at her, our eyes lock and I can see she wants this as
bad as I do.
“Please,” she whispers. My fingers undo the button and as my thumb and
index finger grip the tab on her zipper a knock on the front door has me
freezing in place.
“Don’t stop, Brock,” she begs, but the interruption has the effect of an
ice bucket dumped over my head.
I shake my head. “This never should have happened.” Turning away, I leave
her seated on the counter and head to the front door. Opening it I find
Jude standing there.
“Hi, is Ivy here?”
I cross my arms over my chest and shake my head. Just what I fucking need.
This dude sniffing around her again. “Yeah, come in.” I gesture for him to
enter. “I’ll grab her for you.”
I move back toward the kitchen my pace quick. I find Ivy still sitting on
the counter, but her clothes are back in place. “Jude’s here,” I say.
She smiles. “He is?” she questions her face lighting up at the thought of
spending time with him. I scowl. She scoots forward and lowers herself to
the floor in a rush to get to him..
“Ivy,” I call her name. She glances up at me. “Don’t let him put his hands
ABOUT THE AUTHORS
Remy Blake is a best selling male and female author duo who paired up
because two dirty minds are better than one. Bringing readers steamy, short
reads, with insta lust/love and a HEA.