Blog Tour / Excerpt & Arc Review : First touch by Laurelin Paige

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descriptionWhen Emily Wayborn goes home to visit her mom while on hiatus from her hit TV show, she receives a voicemail from her former best friend, Amber. Though the two were once notorious party girls, they haven't spoken in years. Although the message might sound benign to anyone else, Amber uses a safe word that Emily recognizes, a word they always used to get out of sticky situations during their wild days. And what's more chilling than the voicemail: it turns out that Amber has gone missing.

Determined to track down her friend, Emily follows a chain of clues that lead her to the enigmatic billionaire Reeve Sallis, a hotelier known for his shady dealings and play boy reputation. Now, in order to find Amber, Emily must seduce Reeve to learn his secrets and discover the whereabouts of her friend. But as she finds herself more entangled with him, she finds she's drawn to Reeve for more than just his connection to Amber, despite her growing fear that he may be the enemy. When she's forced to choose where her loyalty lies, how will she decide between saving Amber and saving her heart?

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Meet Reeve & Emily in First Touch by Laurelin Paige! This highly anticipated release is NOW LIVE!  
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My rating: 4 of 5 stars

Note to Self:

BREATHE Stéphanie BREATHE! Come to your senses and please don't scream too much. Remember you like Laurelin Paige, she gave you Hudson Pierce, your book husband, you can't yell at her too much. Remember you love her books and trust her, if she makes your suffer right now, it's because she has something in store for you. Trust her to bring you another fucking AWESOME ending to Emily&Reeve story. Trust her and be patient...

ME speaking to myself again:

How am I supposed to wait 6 months?


I may be completely delirious right now. To say I want Last kiss NOW is the understatement of the year! Ending this way, it's twisted (view spoiler) I'm already anticipating the next book. I'm already making everything about what will happen. How hard it's going to be to read it. Oh hell, don't you see I'm suffering?

I know to those who are reading my review, I'm not making a lot of sense because you have no idea what I'm talking about but that says one thing loud and clear, read this book or wait till the second comes out if you want to keep your sanity.

I was waiting First Touch for a long time, a very long time. I follow Laurelin Paige on Facebook, Instagram, Twitter. I don't stalk her or anything but I'm up to date with what she writes and I know for a fact Reeve&Emily's story was challenging. I think it pushes her limits as her writer. I want to tell reassure her, Laurelin it was wonderful! You gave us one hell of a story and you succeed it thoroughly good!

I want this review as spoiler free as possible because I truly think you need to read it by yourself without too many information, at least not much more than the blurb.

Meet Emily who one day gets a phone call from her former best friend. It wouldn't be alarming if Amber didn't use her specific word they kept in case of emergencies. Emily has not idea where her friend is, no idea how to know where to find her but with the help of a PI, she finds the last man to be with her was Reeve Sallis.

Meet Reeve Sallis... how could I portray the guy without sounding too girlie. Obviously the man is handsome, obviously he has money and obviously he's a controlling alpha-male. That he is very much! Through a good portion of the book, you are left in the dark with who he really is. There are a lot of mysteries surrounding him. Is Emily really saved with him? Should she trust him?



Even if Emily wants to help her friend and find her, she can't resist much her attraction towards Reeve. He awakens feels that she thought she controlled for a long time.


Through Emily's mind, you get to know the details of her friendship with Amber, you get to know their bond. You also discover Emily has a very special sexuality. I would even say one not a lot of romance readers would understand.

I find it pretty bold from Laurelin to push us readers to this level. The sex is very real and very specify. I've never read a book with this kind of boundaries



Emily is not the girl you could thing at first. She surprised me on so many levels. First by her strength, she sure knows who she is. And then with her relationship with Reeve, it wasn't what you are used to even if you can see similarities with other books; it goes so much deeper and so much further.

Being in Emily's mind all the time and not have Reeve's point of view was fantastic too. As a reader, I'm so much used to having both side of the story that it was fresh to not know his thoughts. I'm not saying I don't want to know certain things (view spoiler). It kept all his character mysterious and you don't know what to think of him until very late in the book.
Me I loved him! The more asshole they are, the better and yep Reeve didn't fail.

“I want them to hear you. I want them to know what I’m doing to you. Let them know that you’re being fucked good and hard, just like you like it.”

First Touch is unique in his genre filled with enigma, adrenaline, suspense, a book that will get you hooked from page 1.

Extra quote:
“But I can’t get you out of my mind. You contaminate my thoughts. I keep remembering your body under my hands as I touched you. The parts of you I didn’t touch. The sounds you made. The look in your eyes. You haunt me, Emily.”

“Tell me something,” he said, overtly switching gears. “What’s with you and Chris Blakely?”
He’d been watching me at the Expo, then. Before he’d come outside after me.
His question about Chris was spoken casually, but it was purposeful. A more naïve woman might have missed it, but I was too experienced with men like him. He wanted me to know that I was in his sightline. That this was what it meant to be part of his life. That he would monitor me, if he felt like it; he’d rule me. And he expected me to submit.
I couldn’t decide if that freaked me out or thrilled me.
So I played coy. “He’s an actor. We’ve worked together on occasion. I guess we’re friends.”
I walked into the kitchen and got a glass from the cupboard. Chewing my lip, I filled it with filtered water from the sink and debated full disclosure regarding Chris…It was a long shot, but since I hoped to contact Chris for more information about Missy at some point, I decided the less I said the better.
I drank some of my water then set the glass down and leaned across the counter to watch Reeve. His fingers trailed across the spines. I couldn’t see the exact books, so I tried to think what was there. My Katherine Hepburn autobiography. My copy of Rebecca.
He stopped and pulled one from the shelf then flipped through it lazily. This one I recognized from the cover. PostSecret: Extraordinary Confessions from Ordinary Lives, one of my coffee table books. I collected them and had so many that most lived on my bookshelf rather than on my coffee table. This particular book was a printing of blog posts that shared secrets anonymously. Parts of it read like my diary, and I’d marked several pages with Post-it notes so I could easily come back to them. Reading it had always felt comforting.
Seeing it in Reeve’s hands, though, wasn’t comforting. He flipped through the pages, stopping on the ones I’d tagged. Chuckling at some. Growing somber at others. At one, he lifted his head toward me and nodded slightly as if confirming what he’d just thought, what he’d just read.
I ran through several confessions I knew by heart, trying to imagine which it had been—
Again and again. Used.”
“I’m more scared of court than I was when he almost killed me.”
“I would do absolutely anything in the whole world if I thought it would make her happy.”
Whichever ones he was reading, any of them—all of them—were private. Too private for him to know spoke to me. Yet, I didn’t stop him. I let him sink one layer deeper under my skin.
It was bad enough that he was in my apartment—in an apartment that I paid for myself. His presence reminded me of a time when everything I owned had been given to me by men. The things I had now, though small in number and worth, were all mine.
Trying to distract myself from the anxiety Reeve’s invasion caused, I asked, “Why do you want to know about Chris anyway? Do you want me to fix you up? He’s got a fiancé, you know.”
Reeve shot me a glare. “Cute.”
He put the book back on my shelf and moved toward me. When he reached the counter, he said, “Chris doesn’t look at you like he has a fiancé.”
Ah. I’d forgotten Reeve was a jealous man. Or I’d underestimated the depth of his envy. Strangely, it was a fairly common trait of the kind of men I’d involved myself with in the past, the kind of men who had everything. I knew how to pander to them, knew what to say to put their insecurities to rest. No one could ever be man enough to compare with you, I’d say. It might have been what Reeve was looking for in regards to Chris.
But I couldn’t bring myself to give it to him. “A lot of men don’t look at me like they have a fiancé.”
Reeve leaned across the opposite side of the counter so we were face-to-face. “I don’t like that.”
Jealousy was generally boring, yet, on Reeve, it was fascinating. And, I suspected, dangerous. “You don’t? What are you going to do about it? Lock me up and never let me out in public?”
“I have some nice secluded resorts I think you’d like. My island properties are so beautiful you’ll forget you’re in a prison.”
He flashed his dimple. It was subtle, only noticeable when he smiled in a certain way, the way he was smiling now. And his eyes…I’d thought they were blue, but now I saw green flecks. They caught in the light. They caught me in them, made me feel warm. Made me feel trapped.
I stood up straight, distancing myself without moving away. “Look at you. Acting as if you have some claim to me. I think I already blew you off the other night.”
“Look at you, acting as if I’m a person that you blow off. I think I already warned you about me.” He was teasing as I’d been. But he wasn’t all at the same time.
My heart skipped a beat. “Another threat?”
“If you want it to be.” He looked at me like he had earlier—that intent way that saw through me, into me. Saw all my dark parts.
In a way, he was showing me his darkness as well.
My lip quivered, but I wasn’t scared. Well, not scared enough. “I do.”
His eyes sparked, and with that simple phrase, we entered into an agreement. He would have me. He would fuck me. He would bring me into his world.
And in return I’d let him break me.

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About the Author:
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Laurelin Paige is the NY Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today Bestselling Author of the Fixed Trilogy. She's a sucker for a good romance and gets giddy anytime there's kissing, much to the embarrassment of her three daughters. Her husband doesn't seem to complain, however. When she isn't reading or writing sexy stories, she's probably singing, watching Game of Thrones and the Walking Dead, or dreaming of Michael Fassbender. She's also a proud member of Mensa International though she doesn't do anything with the organization except use it as material for her bio.

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