Book Blitz : Damaged #2 - HM Ward

 

 Today's Book Blitz is the book "Damaged #2" by HM Ward , here on The Phantom Paragrapher.

 

 

Synopsis: Damaged #2 - Book #2 Damaged Series - HM Ward - June 24th 2013:

RELEASE DATE: JUNE 24, 2013

The steamy conclusion to the New York Times bestselling and #1 Amazon bestseller New Adult novel DAMAGED by H.M. Ward.

Home isn't supposed to be dangerous, but for Sidney it is. Returning home means that she has to face her past. It's not just the man who hurt Sidney that makes it horrible, but the family that didn't believe her. They were dead to her, but now that her mom is really dying things seem different. It's a chance to set things right.

What Sidney doesn't realize is that she's dragging Peter into a collision course with his past. Peter must deal with the demons haunting him if he wants to move forward with Sidney. He's willing to give up everything for her, even wade deeper into his past life to help her move forward. But, Peter isn't sure if he can get over what happened to him in New York.

Genre: New Adult Romance
Length: Novel, 324 pgs
Sequel to the NYT and USA Today Bestseller DAMAGED 

 

EXCERPT #3:

Dinner is slow and silent. By the time we head back to the room, I’m ready for a long hot shower. Peter unlocks the door and for the first time, he flips on the lights. I stop in my tracks just on the other side of the door. Peter rams into my back nearly knocking me over. He grabs hold of my arms just above the elbow and steadies me.

“Holy shit.” The room is… I have no words. My senses are overwhelmed with thick textures, red velvets and satins. There’s a shag rug the color of a rose. One huge heart-shaped bed sits in the center of the room with a matching heart shaped mirror on the ceiling. I’m standing there with my hands clapped over my mouth.

Peter shoves past me. “She’s a nice old lady with interesting taste.” Peter sits down hard on the bed and pulls his shoes off. He flicks his eyes up at me after a second. I haven’t moved. “So it looks like a porn set from the 70’s, what’s the big deal?”

My eyes widen and I look over at him. “There’s a pole.” I walk forward and slowly reach out my hand toward the brass pole in the middle of the room. I move carefully, like it might bite.

Peter has a crooked smirk on his face. “You’re so prude.”

I yank my arm back and turn on him. “Are you insane? This room would make a prude person have a coronary! They’d fall over on the bed and watch themselves die in the ceiling mirror. There’s a pole!” My voice squeaks the last part.

Peter peels off his tee shirt and shakes his head. I watch him do it and wish I hadn’t. His body is so beautiful that it’s hard to look away, but I manage. My stomach does a little summersault just before I turn. “So hang your laundry on it and stop freaking out.”

“What kind of married couple uses a pole on their wedding night?”

He grins. Peter pushes off the bed and walks over to me. He looks down into my face. He’s standing too close, and from the look on his face, he’s doing it on purpose. “I think you’d stop freaking out if you’d seen a pole dance before. You know the woman doesn’t actually fuck the pole, right?”

My jaw drops. I make a high pitched sound and slap his chest. “Yes, I know that. And I suppose you’ve seen plenty of dances on one of these.”

“Yeah, but only at strip clubs.” His eyes drink me in. They’re so dark. He holds my gaze for a moment and adds, “How about a private performance?” I go to slap his face again, but Peter catches my wrist and stops me. It dawns on me that he could have stopped me last time, too, but he didn’t. His eyes flick back and forth between mine. “Stop slapping me, Colleli.”

“Stop giving me reasons to.”