17 April 2014

When The Sun Goes Down Tour Stop!!

Trina is a quiet, reserved music teacher at an inner-city elementary school. Because of the traumatic events of her childhood, she’s skittish of people in general, but men especially frighten her. However, when Lucca Ellis appears in her life, he refuses to take no for an answer. Will he be able to help her overcome the past that has kept her a prisoner for over eight years?

Kat is a woman scorned and out for revenge. Wronged by the men in her life, she thrives on belittling and dominating all men that she comes in contact with. Her end goal is to make the one man, the one who stole her life away as a child, pay for his actions, and she doesn’t care who she has to destroy to get there.

These two lives that both thrive on control, were never supposed to overlap, but anything can happen… When the Sun Goes Down.

I feel like I just came from one of the most delusional planets ever after reading this book.  The author not only gives us a twisted and confused story about life, she did it with such expertise I sometimes forgot I wasn’t in that world while I was reading.  This book kept me up very late and I cursed the sleep that was demanding my attention because I just needed to figure out who this character was. 

Trina is a quiet music teacher at an elementary school.  It is clear that her family has scared her and made her lie to people just to avoid having to discuss them.  She has built walls around her that are so thick, even the one and only friend she had at work spent two years just getting her to go out for a drink with her.  Trina believes that if you keep socializing to a very low limit, you will be able to avoid the drama that comes with society and friendships.  Her walls are about to be tested when she slams into Lucca, the new teacher at her school.  He is the sexy male that has the unique ability to make Trina do what he wants and she does it willingly.

Kat is a woman scorned, not by men in her life but by her own father.  Determined to make sure every man knows what it is like to be burned and hurt, she goes out on her nightly missions to hunt down men who want sex, only to leave them in compromising positions.  Kat is very structured and needs her routines at home, even down to color coding her clothing for each day of the week.  Growing up with her friend and driver Leo, that relationship takes on a new role as she gets older.  He is the one who satisfies her sexual need as well as protects her on the nights she is out to take men down. 

It is when the lives of Trina and Kat start to merge that things start getting explosive.  With Leo and Lucca protecting the women they have fallen for, it will be a wild ride when things start to come out about Trina and Kat.  With Kat’s main mission of taking down her father and his political career, Trina’s main mission in life is to just stay invisible and enjoy children and music.  Neither have a clue how their lives are about to become a twisted mess. 

Erin did a fantastic job at keeping us on the edge of our seats with this story.  There were never any dragging scenes and she kept my mind engaged as I tried to make sense of the two women’s story.  As the truth started to come out, the author took me to a new level of insanity as now I had to view Trina and Kat in a new way.  If you want a book that will keep you tied up in knots till you finish it, this would be a wise choice.  

When the Sun Goes Down
~ Kat ~
              Loud cheers from the pool match draw my attention back to that side of the room. Apparently it’s over, because all I can see is money being exchanged all over the place. Moments later, two guys emerge from the mob, talking and laughing as they walk towards the bar. They actually look pretty similar; both have short brown hair, are well-built, and are dressed in fitted t-shirts and jeans with visible tattoos covering their arms. They both look me up and down as they step up to order their drinks and give me a smirk. They carry themselves as if they are something pretty special, at least they think so. The fire inside of me is lit. The game is on.
              An hour later, I send Leo a text that I’m ready to be picked up. The game ended up being child’s play; the boys unable to think with more than their cock. After they invited me over to their table to “teach” me how to shoot pool, I let them think I had no idea what I was doing, so that they could lean me over and press their bodies against mine while I held their “sticks.” It really took everything inside of me not to roll my eyes on numerous occasions, but the death stares that I was getting from all of the females in the bar made it worth playing along. A few minutes later, I exit the bar with not one, but both of the guys. I usher them into the backseat of the SUV and then crawl over one to sit in between them.
              Leo gets behind the wheel and asks, “Where to this evening, Miss?”
              “To the Hyatt at Union Square, and make it quick,” I snap at him. He simply nods and pulls away from the curb.
              The guys on either side of me - which I honestly can’t even remember their names at the moment except that they both start with a J - are breathing heavily and I can see their erections bulging in their pants. Neither of them has said a word nor even attempted to touch me since we’ve walked out of The Edge; just with the appearance that I have money and authority, I’ve taken control of the situation. They sit silently, waiting for my instructions.
              As we make our way to the hotel, I put one of my hands in each of their laps, unzipping their jeans and reaching inside to free their cocks. Both of them let out a series of moans and hisses as I grab their shafts and begin to slowly move my hands up and down. They refuse to look at each other’s cock even though they are less than eighteen inches from one another, which gives me a great idea for the night. The guy on the right, who I decide to call J1, finally gets the nerve up to place his hand high up on my thigh just before we reach our destination.
              I release them as we pull up in the valet drive. “Make yourselves presentable until we get in the room,” I instruct. They quickly tuck themselves back in their pants and zip up. I grab my fun bag from under the seat as we exit the car. I lead them through the lobby without stopping at the front desk, straight into the elevator and to the suite that I keep a key to. What can I say? Money is powerful.
              Ushering the guys into the room, I waste no time to get to business. “Strip and get on the bed,” I order them as I place the bag and my purse on the table and slip off my shoes.
              One of the J’s decides he’s going to test my authority. “Why do you get to make all the rules?”
              Without turning around, I pull my sweater over my head and unzip my skirt, allowing it to pool at my feet. I bend over to slightly to step out of my skirt and give them a nice view of my exposed, bald pussy before standing back upright. My back still turned to them, I say calmly, “If you want a piece of this sweet ass, you will strip, get on the bed, and not question me again. If you aren’t interested, you can leave now; my driver is waiting outside the door and can take you back to the bar. The choice is yours.” I hear the swishing of fabric followed by the slight creaking of the mattress. Game over… I win again.

Erin Noelle is a Texas native, where she lives with her husband and two young daughters. While earning her degree in History, she rediscovered her love for reading that was first instilled by her grandmother when she was a young child. A lover of happily-ever-afters, both historical and current, Erin is an avid reader of all romance novels. In 2013, she published the Book Boyfriend Series, which included books Metamorphosis, Ambrosia, and Euphoria. Her books have been a part of the USA Today Bestselling list and/ or the Amazon and Barnes & Noble overall Top 100.    You can follow her on Facebook @ www.facebook.com/erin.noelle.98, her blog @ www.erinnoelleauthor.com, and on Twitter @authorenoelle.


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