Tuesday, January 27, 2015

Just Let Me Love You (Judge Me Not #3) by S.R. Grey

 


 
Just Let Me Love You by S.R. Grey

 

Author’s Name: S.R. Grey

 

Release date: January 15, 2015

 

Age Group: New Adult (recommended for readers 17+ due to mature content)

 

Genre: New Adult Romance/Coming of Age
 
 
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I Stand Before You (Judge Me Not #1):



 

Never Doubt Me (Judge Me Not #2):



 
 


 

 
No one ever said a lasting love would be easy.

When Chase and Kay hit the streets of Las Vegas, the goal is simple—rescue Will, Chase’s brother, from making the biggest mistake of his young life. But keeping Will out of trouble turns out not to be the only obstacle in Chase and Kay’s path. Finding himself back in the city that broke him, Chase’s heartbreaking past threatens to derail all the progress he’s made.

However, Chase is determined not to let that happen.

While striving to help Will before he implodes, Chase seeks to come to terms with the things that almost destroyed him. He soon discovers that the answers to the most complicated questions sometimes lie in one’s own heart. You just have to be willing to dig deep enough to find them.

Can Chase succeed in doing that?

Just Let Me Love You is a story of healing, letting go, and trusting love to guide you. The conclusion of the Judge Me Not trilogy brings everything full circle.


New Adult Romance

*mature themes including explicit sex scenes and profanity*

Third and final novel in the Judge Me Not series/trilogy.


 

 

 

S.R. Grey is an Amazon Top 100 and Barnes & Noble Top 100 Bestselling author. She is the author of the popular Judge Me Not series, as well as the Inevitability duology and A Harbour Falls Mystery trilogy. Ms. Grey’s novels have appeared on Amazon and Barnes & Noble bestseller lists in multiple categories, including #1 on the Barnes & Noble Nook Bestsellers list last year.

New novels slated for 2015 release dates are Inevitable Circumstances (Inevitability #2), and a New Adult novel to be revealed in the future.

Ms. Grey resides in Pennsylvania. She has a Bachelor of Science in Business Administration degree, as well as an MBA. Her background is in business, but her true passion lies in writing. When not writing, Ms. Grey can be found reading, traveling, running, or cheering for her hometown sports teams.

 
 

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EXCERPT 1:
 
KAY:
 
Scrubbing his hand down his face, he says, “My heart belongs to you, Kay…all of it.” He sighs. “But I don’t know if that’s enough.”
“What do you mean?”
“My heart is all cut up, baby girl. Part of my heart died when my father died. And part of it is wrecked from my past.”
My own heart aches at hearing his words. I can feel his pain.
“My heart’s all parceled up, too,” I remind him.
He looks over at me, sadness in his blues. “There’s still more than enough for me,” he whispers.
I place my hand on his chest, right where his heart is. “There’s more than enough in here”—I tap his chest—“for me, too.” 

 

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EXCERPT 2:
 
CHASE:
 
The Las Vegas I know oh-so-well, however, sure isn’t something I’d ever show Kay. She knows my past, most of it, but there’s no need to revisit the pit stops I traveled along the way. If we did, my Vegas tour would be filled with dark alleys, dark apartments, and the darkest of nights. Nights shaded in tones of addiction, sorrow, and despair.
Would I show beautiful, gentle Kay where I used to score coke, coke that would leave my head feeling like it was exploding? Or would I spin her by the old apartment and show her where Will and I spent many a night alone while Mom was off gambling. Hell, I could take her to the convenience store around the corner from that apartment. I could point out the aisle where I once stole a can of Spam. That can of mystery meat provided a makeshift holiday dinner one year when Mom forgot to come home on Christmas Eve.
Would I show Kay that shit? Short answer: No.

 

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EXCERPT 3:
 
KAY:
 
I touch his lips, mouthing the word, “Soft.”
He smiles.
I laugh. 
Lowering my hand, I grasp his solid bicep. “Hard,” I nod and raise my eyebrows. “Actually very hard,” I add. “Impressive.”
This time, Chase laughs.  But he quiets when I skim my hand across his chest and stop at his heart. “Soft” I whisper, “so very soft.”
Chase grabs up my hand. “Kay…”
His eyes on mine say everything he does—or cannot—say.
“Go,” I tell him, turning away. “Go, before I try and stop you.”
I hear him sigh.
I hear him close the door.
And then he’s gone.
The outcome of this night is now in fate’s hands.  

 

 

EXCERPT 4:
 
CHASE:
 
Sending Kay back to Harmony Creek turns out to be one of the hardest things I have to do. She’s become such a part of my life. It’s like when Kay breathes, I breathe.
Before my love boards the plane, she wraps her little arms around me best as she can.
In a choked-up voice, she says, “Do you realize this will be the first time we’ll be apart since we met?”
Surely that can’t be right.
“Wait,” I say. “We spent our nights apart in the early days. Remember, we didn’t sleep in the same bed until after we were together for almost a month.”
The first might spent together was when Kay showed up on my doorstep, frightened and hurt from the junkie that had accosted her in her old apartment parking lot.
With her cheek pressed firmly to my chest, she murmurs, “Still, Chase, we’re together every day. Even when I was mad at you over the incident with Missy…”
She trails off, and I murmur, “Ah, yes, the incident with Missy.”
Kay was pissed when she learned I had an encounter, of the sexual variety, with her friend. Although, in my defense, it happened before I met Kay. And she wasn’t so much mad over the event, she was pissed I’d never told her.
But that was then, and this is now.


 
 
 


 

 
 
 
 
 

 
 

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