Keep Me by Faith Andrews: Blog Tour and Review

Keep Me by Faith Andrews: Blog Tour and ReviewKeep Me by Faith Andrews
Published by Self-Published on January 27, 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…

Guest Reviewer Tina says…

Prior to starting Keep Me by Faith Andrews, I was in a slight reading slump. I had read a few books that just weren’t doing it for me. I won’t lie, I was a little nervous starting this book, but when I start a book and the first person I meet is “man whore” Marcus Grayson, I think my slump has ended!! I loved how this book started out with us being introduced to Marcus. I mean, really he is a sexy as hell, tattooed bad boy and an under-wear model… NEED I SAY MORE?!?! He was the perfect book boyfriend all rolled into one HOT package. I feel like Faith definitely drew in the reader’s attention by starting off with Marcus and his “player” ways. He is known for sleeping with all of his sister’s friends, causing Riley to lose friend after friend when Marcus only has one night stands with them. So when Marcus happens to bump into one of Riley’s closest friends from high school, Tessa Bradley, Riley begs and pleads for Marcus to keep his distance. Tessa has had a rough few years since Riley last saw her. Tessa was married to an abusive alcoholic who she ended up divorcing once she found out she was pregnant and feared for her and her baby’s life. Tessa is finally starting to get back on her feet as a now single mother, re-entering the working world. As fate would have it, Tessa’s new job is at the same modeling agency that represents Marcus. The sexual tension that these two share is off the charts and you just hope that they finally give in to the temptation! Once they do, their time spent together is smoking hot! The problem then becomes can Marcus tame his player ways to settle down with a single mother? Can Tessa allow herself to open up again to another man without the fears of being abused again?

“I can give you what you need. And you…. you’re everything I never knew I wanted.”

If Marcus spoke those words to me, I would be in a puddle on the floor!! Without a doubt, Marcus made this book for me! Besides his sexiness, you see him grow up and mature throughout the book and your heart just swoons for him! He falls for Tessa and her son Luca, and he is so sweet and romantic; which is a far cry from how he used to treat women. And Tessa, I loved her because she was becoming such a strong and independent mother. She went through so much with her ex-husband and you were just rooting for her to find true happiness. Keep Me was told from both Marcus and Tessa’s POV’s alternating each chapter. I loved hearing the story told in that way and my only issue with this story was that there was some overlapping in the storyline due to both POV’s, leading to some repetition in the plot. Otherwise, I loved this book. My reading slump was adverted!



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“Slow down! You’re going too fast!” I screamed over the revving of the engine and the breeze that had picked up the pace of a tornado. My demand came from a place of pure morality, but if I had to be honest, I was absolutely loving the exhilaration.

“Hold on, baby,” he shouted over his shoulder.

And I did. I wrapped my arms in a vice-like grip around his middle and dug so tight I could feel the ripples of his chiseled abdomen underneath the cotton of his pullover. Instead of decelerating, he twisted the throttle and revved the gas. I braced my head against his back and closed my eyes, preparing for an inescapable collision. Everything about Marcus Grayson was reckless and he was taking me down with him.

I stayed glued to him for a while, until I felt the bike start to slow and veer off to the right. We hadn’t even reached the bridge so I didn’t know why he was exiting the expressway. “Where are we going?” I spoke in his ear.

“You’ll see.”

He pulled off the expressway and took on a slow, steady pace as he eased his way through the winding streets. At each traffic light, he let his hands fall from the leather-fringed handlebars to tangle his fingers with mine. It felt so intimate, so natural, to be with him this way. Though we didn’t speak, many unspoken words were being said.

When we came to a stop at a secluded spot off a cobblestone path, I gaped at the magnificence of our surroundings—a quiet, serene sanctuary nestled in the heart of the busy, bustling city. “Where are we?”

He lifted the helmet from his head, shaking out his hair, just like the director had instructed him to do on the shoot. Marcus was always on, playing the game. I hated to think I was just a pawn.

He did that thing where he could read my mind again. “Stop thinking. Just come here.” He spun himself around on the bike so he was facing me. With a gentle tug at the straps, he undid my helmet and hung it on the handle bar opposite his.

“Marcus, what are you. . .”

“Shh…” he placed a finger over my mouth while his other hand combed out the knots in my hair. His eyes never left mine, even as he inched closer to me, closing the small distance between us on the seat of the bike. “I’ve been thinking about doing this all week.” The desire radiating off him was maddening. His pupils were so large and dark, I could almost see myself in them. This man was intimidating. Holy shit—it was the craziest turn on.

“What? Straddling me while straddling a Harley?” I started to laugh, my nervous twitch of a coping mechanism, but his lips quickly silenced mine. His tongue ravished my mouth, hungry for more of what we’d started last weekend. I, too, had been thinking about this all week. Even though I tried to avoid it, pretend it hadn’t happened at all, I only made it worse. Now I was starved for what I denied myself. The soft, throaty vibration of the motorcycle beneath us wasn’t helping things either.

“Marcus, please.”

“Please what?”

I wanted to say please stop. Tell him this was wrong. That we couldn’t continue stealing moments like this. But the way he growled out his question had me responding with a different answer.

“Please . . . touch me.”

“Fuck, Tessa. I thought you’d never ask.” His hands slid under the tight hem of my skirt, gliding the fabric up so it bunched at my hips. I arched back against the seat rest and allowed his fingers to travel where they wanted to go. When they found their way inside my damp panties, I was already trembling in anticipation of his touch.

“Where do you want me to touch you exactly?” he teased.

Forcefully, and without shame, I placed a hand over his and pressed it hard against my sex. “Here. I want you to touch me here.”

His gaze found mine again, his breathing deep and heavy, his eyes dark as coal. “You’re fucking incredible, Tessa.” His lips crashed down over mine again as his fingers pushed aside my panties and slipped into me slowly. The sensation of his rough, deft fingers inside my body and the humming engine against my sensitive flesh caused me to writhe in sweet agony. As I rubbed against his hand and the leather of the seat, I leaned into our kiss as if I could swallow him whole.

“Mmmm, Marcus.” I quietly moaned against his mouth as he inserted another finger inside and circled his thumb against my throbbing clit.

“Come for me, pretty girl. Come undone for me.”

His words ignited the fire tugging at my core, aching to be released. Clenching the seat behind me for support, I lifted my hips off the bike and allowed his fingers to finish what they’d started. It was unnerving how much control he had over me, and how easy it was to give in. It was something that frightened me because of my past, but at the same time liberated me from all the things that always held me back. Never in a million years could I have placed myself in this scene, fooling around on the back of a Harley with Marcus fucking Grayson.


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About Faith Andrews

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 and Sons or busy being a Dance Mom, her nose is in a book or her laptop. She’s a sucker for a happily ever after and believes her characters are out there living one somewhere . . .