Friday, November 15, 2013

Blog Tour & Spotlight: Little Conversations by Sibylla Matilde

LC Blog Tour (with pic)

LCEighteen-year-old Devin McKay is a complete and total emotional wreck. Fresh out of high school and on her own for the first time in her life, she’s reeling from rejection of a relationship gone very, very bad. Emotionally battered and tormented by the pull of her narcissistic first love, she wants to make a clean break in a small mountain town where he is everywhere... with his new girlfriend.
Ronin Andrews is still battling his own cataclysmic ghosts. He recoils from anything heartfelt, choosing instead to work hard and live wild. Outside of his job, parties and causal hooks-ups are his life until Devin walks in. With her short skirt and her sad green eyes, he can’t help but want her… badly. His protective streak wants to provide her with a haven, to shelter and sustain her.
Through a flash of torrid intensity, they struggle to be friends... just friends. She relies on him to nourish her shattered soul and shield her heart from the clawing, gnawing loss that has consumed her. Before long, the attraction proves too tenacious, and the passion between them becomes undeniable. But will the shadows of the past prove too much to overcome?

Ronin’s POV

 Thank fucking god…
Ronin laughed at the TV as he took a sip of his beer, feeling damn near giddy at having Devin back here with him.
The last few days had been awful, her bitterness and anger over something shitty that Jake had done. She was a shell of the person she’d been before… before that night at the bar. Then last night had been a nightmare. It had finally broken when he let loose and lost his cool. The instant remorse he’d felt when he heard her cry. Her furious scream coming at him, the tussle in the shower, and then she was gone.
Joe drove Ronin’s truck as they looked for her frantically, combing the streets for any sign of her. Finally, he’d told Joe to leave him at Devin’s house. He curled up in the blanket he’d pulled from behind the pickup seat and waited… for hours. Then she finally appeared before him with the morning sun, so broken and shattered… her mind and body wracked with guilt and pain.
And even now, he still wasn’t truly sure what had happened, how they had gotten to the point where they were sitting here in his living room.  All he knew was that the vibe he was getting from Devin was different now. Deeper. He thought of the breathy gasp she’d released when he had pulled her close in the store. She was fighting this pull, but the sweetness was back. The bitterness was gone. And she was here with him again. Everything seemed to be back in place.
Ronin felt her eyes studying him, focused on him instead of the movie.  He glanced over to see an erotic intensity in her gaze. A slight tremble ran through her as their eyes met, and he was helpless to prevent the groan that emanated from deep in his chest.
 “You okay, honey?” he huskily asked.
Devin lowered her gaze for a minute and then looked back up at him. “You were right,” she finally said in a softly sexy voice. Ronin froze. Where was she was going with this? He battled the urge to pull her into his arms. The urge to convince her that, yes, she wanted him. He waited for her to continue and, before long, she did. “Letting go, moving on—it means I have to accept that it’s really over with Jake. That I need to cut that last string; that last tie that keeps dragging me along. As long as I keep hoping he might want me back, this shit will never stop.” Devin took a deep breath and looked down. Her voice dropped to a whisper. “But it is really over,” she exhaled with a shaky breath as she looked back into his eyes. “I’m ready to let go.”
Ronin’s breath caught and his gaze became intense. “Honey,” he said softly, “what is it you’re getting at?”
Devin reached for his beer bottle and set it, and hers, on the small table beside the couch. Biting her lip, she raised her eyes back to his. “I want… this.” She motioned between the two of them with a tremulous catch in her whisper. “You and me.”
Every muscle in his body tensed. His cock went completely rigid, immediately aching and throbbing with need. “You sure? Because I will stop if you ask me to,” he said quietly, clenching his eyes shut, and then opening them again to study her closely. Good, God, please… let this be real. “But, honey, it’s starting to take everything I have to pull back.”
For a second that seemed like an hour, Devin looked away from him. Her breathing sounded labored and shaky. Her breasts rose and fell with the effort, and he could almost taste her lips as her tongue darted out of her mouth nervously. She reached a hand out to rest on his knee, digging in slightly with her nails as though to gain purchase. Then her other hand reached across him, and she pushed his arms to his sides.
And suddenly she was straddling him, pressed against him with that delicious little body. That body that he’d almost possessed once.  That soft, smooth skin. Her firm breasts pressing into his chest as her hips nudged into his groin. Oh, fuck… this was going to kill him.
 “Don’t pull back,” she whispered a hair’s breadth from his lips. “I need this. I need…” Her voice broke as she touched her sweet lips to his. Ronin was stunned by the tenderness of her kiss, by the fierce emotion that tore through him. He swore he heard fucking angels singing. He was dreaming. He had to be. This was far from the first time his mind had concocted a sexy scenario with her.
But then he felt a faint brush of her tongue on his lips. He tipped his head, opening his mouth wide against her, coaxing her shy little tongue inside.
“You,” she exhaled into his mouth. “I need… you.”
Something broke inside him, and his hand caught into her hair, firmly tugging her closer to him. He wanted to merge their skin into one being, to morph into her soul. Devin moaned as her arms wound around his neck, gripping him tightly with her thighs.
She suddenly pulled back. Shit… Fucking hell. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck… No…  His hand dropped back down to her hip. Get it together, Ronin. Don’t push her. She’ll be ready someday… You’ve just got to give her time.
And then… Holy fucking hell!  Her shirt was gone.  Just like that.  Her bra… gone. There were those beautiful tits that he had dreamed about. He had never forgotten the taste of them. Their softness. The little mewling cries that left her throat as he had devoured her.
Every drop of blood in his body rushed straight to his dick. His entire body pulsed with a throbbing intensity, and his hands drifted to the smooth bare skin of her thighs, gripping her as though she might disappear.
“Please, don’t pull back,” she repeated softly, her voice quivering as her shaking fingers ran through his short hair before slipping to the buttons on his shirt. She had his chest bared in no time, pushing his shirt down behind him to bind his hands, with her hot little body pressed up against him.
God, she smelled beautiful. The warmth of her skin and the faint fresh-rain scent that followed her around. Every sense that existed in Ronin’s mind and body was set fire by her soft skin and her grasping hands.
Oh, please, don’t pull back…
Ronin’s chest tightened as her fingers danced down his rigid abdomen, and he damn near fainted when he felt their tug on the buttons of his jeans.
“Please,” she whispered again, the begging ripping through him. “I want this. I want you.”
He was dying… right here and right now. Had to be. “Fuck, honey. I’m right here for you,” he muttered softly. “I’ve been here… for you, for so long.”
Ronin felt the nip of her teeth on his neck as she released his cock into the cool air of the room, then quickly grasped it with her small, warm hand. It was everything he could do not to blow it all right there. Oh Christ!  She began to stroke softly, gripping and releasing, brushing her thumb along the damp tip. He thought he heard a slight rip from his shirt as he forced his arms forward, moving his fingers up her soft thighs, wanting badly to bury himself inside her. He remembered her smell on his hands, and he wanted that again. He wanted her musky scent on his fingers, on his cock, on his tongue.
She rose up a little on her knees and his eyes flew open, still afraid she might leave him. But her hand pushed her panties to the side and he was able to glimpse the wet, pink flesh of her pussy before she… Oh fuck… God, she was so wet. So hot. Her silky body caressed him as she sank down on him fully.
This was it. He never wanted to move again. He wanted only to stay here inside her, the sensation of her inner walls squeezing tightly as her body trembled around him. God, she was incredible! A surge of protectiveness and pride, coursed through him. She had finally offered herself to him. Not out of loneliness. Not the desire to forget her pain. This was straight up need, pure and simple, a desperate need… for him.
Slowly, she began to move, to rock her body against him. The slide of his swollen cock inside her soft heat, the Elysium that he had found, wrenched deep animalistic sounds from his throat.
“Oh fuck,” she mumbled against his neck. “You feel so… Oh, God… fuck me.”
He had to touch her, to hold her! 
Ronin yanked one of his hands from his restraining shirt and cupped her jaw, forcing her lips to his. “God, baby,” he breathed into her. “If you stop, it’s gonna kill me.” Another thrill ran through her, and the tightening of her body caused his other hand to clench around the soft globe of her ass as his head fell back in ecstasy.
“Dev… Jesus Christ, Dev,” he groaned.
Ronin felt her shift above him and opened his eyes to see her tits bouncing right before him, calling to him, literally causing his mouth to water. He captured one pebbled nipple between his lips, pulling and suckling deep. Devin’s voice rang out through the room with a cry of intense pleasure as she clamped down around him.  He fought back a vicious release. Not yet… Good fucking God, he was not going to last much longer.
Slipping his hand down between them, his fingers caressed the soft skin wrapped around his dick. She was soaked, wet and needy and slick as she slapped her body against his, over his. His fingers ran along the exposed bit of his cock as it appeared and disappeared from her heavenly depths, then they found her distended clit. She was so ready. Christ, he was so ready!  His thumb pressed against her, swirling around the little nub.
“Ronin,” she exhaled. “Oh, please… don’t stop.” Devin’s muscles began to tense and tighten, her entire body gripping him as they moved together. Her fingernails raked across his shoulders and her head fell forward. Her body went rigid, and then she detonated around him with a shaking, trembling cry.
Ohhh… not yet. He couldn’t let it go yet. He wanted more. Ronin pulled her tightly against him, lurching forward to lay her on the coffee table in front of the couch. He pushed her legs wide open and roughly began to piston into her. Her eyes were closed with the force of her orgasm, but he had to feel that connection, more than their sex, he had to see the look in her eyes.
“Look at me, sweetheart,” Ronin breathed.
She did, and Sweet Jesus, there it was… that beautiful shade of green, that color that haunted him. Deep with passion as his gaze locked onto hers. Fuck…
Harder he slammed into her, the slap of his balls as they hit the wet skin around her sex. Faster. It felt like a fire was ripping up through his body when suddenly Devin burst, her body wracked with convulsions and a heady scream from her throat. For a moment, Ronin saw nothing at all, existing on a precipice of true elation, and then poured himself into her, his seed, his love.
Shaking and throbbing, they slowly and sluggishly came back to the world around them.
“Why didn’t we do this sooner?” he heard Devin breathlessly gasp.
Ronin murmured against her forehead, “I tried, honey. I knew it would be like this.” He raised his head and looked down at her lying on the coffee table below him. He nuzzled the hair from her eyes. “Every time I kissed you, every time you trembled at my touch, I knew. And every time you pulled away… fuck, I thought I was dying.”
He lifted off her, groaning at the pull of her soft skin around his length, and lifted her up with him back to the couch, straddling him, her wetness still pressed against him.
“Well,” she breathed out, “I’m a fucking idiot. That was incredible.”
“Honey, you were worth the wait,” he murmured with a smile. Good God, was she ever…  “But I am in no way done with you tonight.”

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This book took me on a small journey..I wanted to slap the heroine Devin in the face on many, many occasions for being weak and letting a boy (stupid boy at that) make her feel less than she is. But a part of me recognized myself and young girls growing up. I would like to think I was a bit stronger back in the day..but if I am being honest, I found my strength in my years and experience.

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Ronin on the other hand was perfect. Alpha, protective, sweet and always concerned with how something effected Dev even if it would be harder for him. He was a sexy, sweet, protective dirty talking construction boy who fell hard for the damaged young girl that walked into his house on a Saturday night. Right from the beginning he felt the need to protect Dev and that need grew into more..

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The story was good..I felt like the strength Dev found in herself happened in an honest way..but being a crazy bitch who can't condone physical or mental abuse on anyone..I wanted the little sawed off prick to suffer way more then he did. That's me though..always looking for brute force justice!

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About Sibylla Matilde
!Sibylla MatildeSibylla Matilde grew up in the mountain valleys of Southwest Montana, and grew up exploring the alfalfa fields on the back of a horse. She attended a two-room schoolhouse 1st through 6th grade where she had same teacher the whole time. Beginning at about age 12, Sibylla discovered historical romance, feeding off of work of Jude Devereaux, Lisa Kleypas, and Karen Robards. She loves a book that can make the reader run the gamut of emotions, from the sweet glow of new love to gut-wrenching heartache. She always has stories floating around in her head, living in some fantasyland until she writes them down to free them. She is a true romantic, a bit of a Pollyanna, and a deeply emotional soul.
Music is her emotional trigger. Growing up with a Wagnarian-opera-loving mother, Sibylla grew up with music that digs deep into her soul and pulls out emotion. The soundtrack to her life includes different genres and generations. She looooooooves Thirty Seconds to Mars (rather obsessively, actually) with a little Kings of Leon to mix things up, and pimps them out regularly to all her friends through Spotify. She also enjoys watching Met Opera HD broadcasts at her local movie theater, and hopes (listening Met?) to someday see Diana Damrau reprise her role as Mozart’s Queen of the Night in Die Zauberfl├Âte – The Magic Flute.
Sibylla lives with her husband, Mike, a man who she firmly believes saved her from her self-destructive, hot mess self. He makes her laugh every day, even when things seem to be falling apart around them, and has proved to her that love really can heal a shattered soul. In 18 years, they have never had a fight, but argue regularly with their two teenage kids who have, unfortunately, inherited their father’s quick wit (unfortunate as it is a quick wit that Sibylla, herself, definitely does not possess – there is a reason she is a writer and not a stand-up comedian), and live a quiet life with their two weird little rescued Chiweenies. Wait… teenagers and little yap-dogs? Okay, maybe not so quiet. :) 

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1 comment:

  1. I loved this book! I cannot wait to read more from this author.


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