Tuesday, May 31, 2016

Blog Tour!!! Crave Me-- M. Robinson!!!


They say in order to find yourself you have to go home.
What if home was what you're running from?
Where did that leave you?
Always on the other side of the fence.
Always looking in.
Always wishing you were someone you couldn't be.
Until one day you meet her.
The one.
She was my high, but she was also...

My demise.

There are some stories, in some books, that you'll be able to prepare yourself for. Sometimes. I usually don't come across those too often. Case in point- this one. There was no way for me to prepare for the brokenness I would feel after seeing Austin's life bleed out page by page. This beautiful boy, who we had all fallen in love with in all three prior books, was so lost, so damaged, so irreprably broken. We had no idea that darkness that e held inside. The demons he was facing. We knew nothing.
As much as I thought Monica killed me with every other couple's story- she stayed me with Austin and Briggs. I thought nothing could be worse than Dylan and Aubrey, and the horrors that befell them. I thought wrong. I was too naive to think that Austin and Briggs would have it better. Their path was so much darker, so much more violent, more criminal, more life altering than anyone else's. Yet, through it all, they prevailed. A love that should've never had a fighting chance, made it. And then, time and time again- they crushed that love and slaughtered any shred of happiness they could've possibly shared. 
There were so many times that any reader would've looked at the two of them and wondered- why they didn't stop tormenting each other? How could they continue to blatantly hurt the other so callously? The answer- the craving. Their craving for each other, their craving for the love they shared, the craving for the pain they caused each other, and they craving for the solace they brough to one another's bleak existence. The craving.
The horrors of both of their lives, both individually and jointly, are not for the faint of heart. They see things, do things, live things- that no one should have to. It wears them down, it breaks them. So many times does it break them, that you'll come to hate the phrase "I'm sorry" when it comes from Austin's lips. You'll hate him. You'll hate her. You'll hate the whole damn world and how unfair it is. But you will love this damn story. You will love every raw emotion that it envokes, every angry curse you mutter, every tear you shed- every word you read. You will love it. It's the perfect end for the good 'ol boys, and the best beginning for something new. Get ready- it's a damn bumpy ride.

Colors blended together making it hard to focus on one thing. I blinked a few times and just like that…
I saw her face.
As if she was standing right in front of me.
My whole world…
My girl.
I felt my lips curl up slightly at the vision as I reached out for her. Wanting to touch her, needing to hold her, yearning to kiss her. Craving, God, craving to fucking love her.
“I’m sorry,” I murmured out loud to no one but the illusion of my drug-infested mind. “I’m so fucking sorry,” I repeated repentantly, longing for her to believe me.
Aching for her to love me again like she used to.
I don’t know how long I sat there, staring at her beautiful face before my eyes, subconsciously rubbing the tattooed key that was placed over my heart. I couldn’t take it anymore, and the desire won over the haze.
It was too powerful.
It was too vivid.
I grabbed my phone. “Baby,” I said into the speaker. The ringing quickly followed, going straight to voicemail. I hung up and tried again. “Baby,” I urged with desperation in my tone.
Still nothing.
I tried again and again and again.
I would try until the end of time if that’s what it took for her to answer.
To talk to me.
To save me.
To crave me.
Time just seemed to standstill, as my life slowly played out in front of me. Trying to balance in between the light and the darkness when all I could see was gray.
“What?!” she screamed into the phone, finally answering after I don’t know how many failed attempts. “What the hell do you want now?”
“Mi cielo.” I breathed a sigh of relief.
She ignored my term of endearment. I hadn’t called her that in such a long time.
My heaven.
“What do you want, Austin? Why are you calling me? We’re over! I can’t do this anymore!”  
I shut my eyes and let my mind wonder, allowing it to go to another place in time where she didn’t hate me.
“I remember the first time I made you smile,” I chuckled, as if it had just happened.
My nerves were on fire. The mere sound of her breathing through the phone was too intense for me. I licked my lips, my mouth suddenly dry.
“I remember when you used to smile just for me. Do you remember, baby? Do you remember what my love feels like?”
I heard her faintly breathing.
“Do you remember my hands on you? My lips? My tongue? The first time I made you come with my mouth? Do you remember all the times since? Tell me I’m not forgotten. Tell me you remember, baby.”
“I love you, Briggs. I love you so fucking much. You’re killing me, don’t you see that? I’m dying without you.”
“No, Austin. You were dying with me,” she rasped, knowing that it killed her to say that.
“The first time I saw your face, I thought to myself, damn, this beautiful girl is goin’ to be the death of me. You were perfect in every way. I was a cocky son of a bitch who needed you then, as much as I need you now.” 
More silence.
“I had a dream about you, baby. I always fucking dream about you. In my dream you had a ring on your finger. A ring I put there. You belonged to me. Only mine. Forever fucking mine. You were pregnant, Briggs. You looked so goddamn happy. I saw light at the end of the tunnel for the first time in years.”
She sniffled into the phone.
“I made love to you. Slow, just the way you love. Taking my time to touch every last inch of your body. Memorizing every last bit of you. Making you come until you begged me to stop. I didn’t.”
“I can’t—” she tried to interject, but I didn’t let up.
“I kissed your stomach. Our baby. Letting my lips linger there, whispering sweet lullabies, letting her know daddy will always be there. Baby, it was so real. For a second I gave you the one thing you so desperately wanted, the one thing I can’t give you.”



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Forbid Me

Undo Me

Crave Me

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USA TODAY Bestselling author of The VIP Trilogy, Tempting Bad, Two Sides Gianna, and The Good Ol' Boys series. M. Robinson loves to read. She favors anything that has angst, romance, triangles, cheating, love, and of course sex! She has been reading since the Babysitters Club and R.L. Stein. She was born in New Jersey but was raised in Tampa Fl. She is married to an amazing man who she loves to pieces. They have two German Shepherd mixes and a Tabby cat.

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