Title: Keep Her (Grayson Siblings Series Book #2)
Author: Faith Andrews
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Day: August 7th 2014
The Grayson siblings are at it again—guilty of keeping secrets from each other when it comes to who they fall in love with. This time little brother’s best friend is the object of Riley’s affection and their intimate connection is impossible to resist.
Riley Grayson—snarky, successful, lonely. She’s looking for Mr. Right, especially now that her younger, reformed man-whore of a brother is living out his happily ever after with her best friend. If Marcus can find true love, why the hell can’t she?
Enter Beck Matthews, Marcus’s childhood best friend. He’s lovable, sexy, and oh, yeah—not single. But one night of drunken partying and wild sex with Riley and Beck may be rethinking his future. Has he been planning it with the wrong girl?
Although these two can’t stay away from each other, it seems the ghosts of their pasts are holding them back from what they really want. Can Riley and Beck overcome the threat of shocking coincidences and unexpected events that will test their trust in one another?
Find out if Beck’s love is strong enough to Keep Her.
Title: Keep Me (Grayson Siblings Series Book #1)
Author: Faith Andrews
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Day: January 28th 2014
Sexy, tatted up, underwear model Marcus Grayson is every girl’s dream—or more likely worst nightmare. He’s a player, a self-proclaimed bachelor for life, and he’s got no problem living up to his man-whore status. But when his older sister’s friend comes back from the past, he may just have the chance to turn some of his adolescent fantasies into reality. Tessa Bradley is a self-sufficient, take-no-bull, single mother—well, now she is. Finally rid of her abusive, alcoholic ex, she’s making a new life for herself and catching up with old friends; the ones she was forced to break ties with because of her controlling husband. When she runs into Marcus, her friend Riley’s once-adorable turned smoking-hot little brother, she has no idea how he’s about to rock her world. You wanted me then, now you can have me. Just promise you’ll Keep Me…
“Hey, sweet thing,” I whispered to her.
“Oh, don’t you sweet thing me. You liar.” She turned to walk in the direction of her friends, but I tugged at her elbow and spun her around.
“Hey, what’s this all about? I knew you looked pissed for some reason, but why am I a liar?” I seriously had no fucking clue what she was talking about.
She said one word, “Marissa.” And instead of it clearing things up it just made me all the more confused.
“What about her? You see she’s not here, right?”
“When exactly were you going to tell me you’re making your relationship even more permanent while texting me all kinds of crazy things? Tessa told me you’re asking her to move in with you.”
Whoa! She clearly had her timing mixed up. “Riles, I think you have the story all wrong. Come on,” I motioned toward the empty dock. We could sit and talk, far enough away from Marcus, without him thinking it was anything but two friends chatting. “I can explain, if you’ll let me.”
Her expression looked doubtful, but once she let me tell her everything, she’d understand. “Fine,” she huffed, walking in front of me. She was wearing a turquoise blue string bikini that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. Her bronzed skin glistened in the scorching afternoon sun from the lotion I’d seen her apply earlier on. I couldn’t stop staring at her ass as it swayed perfectly, finally stopping at the end of the dock and taking a seat. She dangled her legs over the planks and dipped her feet in the cool water.
“Sit. Explain. I feel like an idiot,” she admitted. Even angry, this girl made me want to smile.
I kicked off my Converse, took a seat next to her, and dunked my own feet in the refreshing lake. “This is nice.” I hummed, discreetly tracing a finger along her thigh.
“No touching. Just talking.”
“How about talking and touching?” I pressed my luck.
“Come on, B. What’s going on? Are you and Marissa back together? Are you really asking her to move in with you?” Her features softened from angry to upset. I had to clear this up so she could go back to smiling and laughing, the way I liked her best. Oh, and so I could touch her again too.
“To answer your questions respectively, no and yes.”
“Wait, what? She’s moving in with you?”
“No,” I laughed. “I’m sorry. Let me clarify. No, we are not back together, but yes I did ask her to move in with me.” I might be busting her balls, but I wasn’t lying to her.
“Are you serious?” she whisper-screamed. “Why in the hell would you ask your ex-girlfriend to move in with you? Beck, this means we can’t—”
“Calm down,” I inched closer, placing a hand on her beautifully bare shoulder. Her skin was warm from the sun and as soft as I remembered.
She shrugged me off, picking her ass off the wood and scooting further away from me.
I lifted myself up and scooted closer in her direction. “She’s not moving in with me and I asked her before we broke up, Riles. It’s actually one of the reasons we’re on this break in the first place. I don’t think she wants all the things I want—at least not yet.” I didn’t want to talk about all this stuff with her, unless she wanted to hear it. I told her I wouldn’t hurt her, and knowing the way a girl’s mind worked, hearing about an ex was something that caused unnecessary pain.
“Then why would Tessa make it like I should tread lightly with you? Someone’s not telling the truth here.” She wasn’t as pissed as she was before, but I could tell she was still confused.
“Marcus and Tessa are in their own little world, Riles. He didn’t know Marissa and I were on a break until I told him today. Besides, you have some explaining to do yourself.” I arched and eyebrow, placing my hand on my hip like a girl. When she remained silent, I figured she wasn’t picking up on my question. “You told Tessa about us? First your other girlfriend, Fallon, gives me the third degree about our texts and then this? I thought we were keeping this on the DL.” I wasn’t actually annoyed. In fact, I was happy she cared enough about our situation to tell her friends about me. It meant a whole shit load of things—good things. But if she had questions, so did I.
“Okay, you got me there. But you can’t expect me to keep completely quiet about all this, B.” She hid her eyes with her hands, finally admitting, “I might’ve spontaneously combusted if I didn’t tell someone.”
I laughed at how adorable she was, but then grew serious. “You don’t think she’ll tell Marcus, do you?” It was my only concern. Not that I was afraid to tell him—I would, when the time was right—but things were so new and unclear between us yet. I didn’t want to rush into telling him when it might only cause awkwardness and hard feelings—for everyone. Besides, it was none of his business right now. We were adults. We could do whatever we wanted with each other, for each other, to each other.
Staring out at the lake where a group of teenagers tubed recklessly off the back of their boat, she seemed to ponder her answer. “No, we can trust her. And considering she still thought you were with Marissa until just a few hours ago . . . she won’t let Marcus think you’re cheating on your girlfriend with me. As much as he didn’t exactly love Marissa, he does love me and being some guy’s mistress is not exactly something he’d take lightly.”
“Is she against us being together? Not that she should really have a say, considering she snuck around with Marcus for God knows how long, but I’m curious about her take on this.” I’d like to know that at least one person was rooting for us on some level.
“Like any friend, she’s skeptical because of the whole ‘break’ thing and she doesn’t want to see me get hurt, but—” She brought her attention back to me, staring at my lips and biting her own nervously. I could tell she was holding back. I didn’t want her to.
“Just say it. But what?”
“Beck, I know we’re nothing and I’m not asking for any kind of commitment, but I don’t make a habit of sleeping with more than one guy at a time. I don’t expect you to—” I lifted a finger to her lips, shushing her.
“Would you please stop saying we’re nothing. I know it’s been like three minutes and things are not—I don’t know, ‘the norm’—but we’re definitely something and I want to give us a shot. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you, Riles.”
Her eyes lit up at my admission. Hell, my stomach dropped and I felt my heart rate pick up when I said it. This was all so fucking crazy and fast. I never expected to feel something for another girl two seconds after breaking up with another. Shit, I never expected another girl to be Riley Grayson. But what came as the biggest surprise was that I wasn’t upset any longer about not being with Marissa. Not because Riley was a replacement, but because Riley was an incredible person. I was getting to know her on a whole different level, and the more time I spent with her, the more I liked her. And the more I liked her, the more I realized I wanted to see where this would go.
Looking past me, toward the house to make sure no one was watching, she inched closer to me and gave me a soft peck on the cheek.
“What was that for?” I asked, loving the feel of her lips on me again.
“For being you. For making me feel like I’m not insane for feeling all these things about you too. I’m sorry; I jumped to conclusions and got all jealous for no reason.”
Tapping her on the nose, I said, “I like jealous Riley.”
“Oh, do you?” She smirked.
“So far there’s not one side of you I don’t like, Riles. What are we going to do about that?” This was going far beyond flirtatious fun and I really didn’t care.
“God,” she moaned, letting her head fall back. “Why do we have to be here right now? Can’t all these people disappear?”
I felt her frustration. I wanted nothing more than to pull her into the lake with me and swim off to have my way with her. But we were surrounded by people who wouldn’t understand the situation. If we gave in to what we wanted to do to each other right now, it would only come off as a random hookup. I didn’t want people judging either of us without knowing the truth.
“I’ll tell ya what.” I had a plan.
“Go ahead,” she smiled, swirling her feet in the lake and making ripples spread across the smooth water.
“Marcus is already pretty intoxicated. If he keeps up this pace, he’ll be passed out and comatose before the fireworks even go off.”
“Continue,” she said, her grin growing wider.
“Once he’s asleep for the night and all the rest of the guests are gone, I’ll sneak into your room and we can have some fun of our own. Sound like a plan?”
Biting her lip and clapping her hands, she butt-danced. “The perfect plan. So perfect I want to break out in song. Caberet ohhhh…even though Marcus has no clue, we’re still getting our groove on!”
Putting my arm around her shoulders and bringing her close, I kissed her on the top of her head and laughed. “That fucking song. I have to admit it’s growing on me.”
“Good, because I’m just getting started. Caba—”
“Don’t make me shut you up with a big wet kiss. If people haven’t noticed the touchy feely-ness, they’ll be sure to notice my tongue down your throat.”
“Oh, Marcus!!” She called out, standing up. “Let’s go do some shots.” Looking down at me, she extended her hand to help me up. “Come on, let’s get him good and zonked. I want your tongue down my throat.”
Faith Andrews lives in New York where she is happily married to her high school sweetheart. They have two beautiful daughters and a furry Yorkie son, Rocco. If she isn’t listening to Mumford & Sons or busy being a Dance Mom, her nose is in a book or the laptop. She’s a sucker for a happily ever after and believes her characters are out there living one somewhere.