Friday, April 28, 2017

Unsteady by Melissa Collins Release Blitz with Review and STEAMY Excerpt

Happy Release Day!
Unsteady by Melissa Collins
A stand alone, M/M romance
Free to read with Kindle Unlimited
Grab your copy here -- AMAZON

Cover design: Sommer Stein at Perfect Pair Creative Covers
Photography: Wander Aguiar at WANDER AGUIAR :: PHOTOGRAPHY
Models: Jacob Cooley and Ryan Dick

Micah Hudson and Jude MacMillian were both lonely teenagers. One the new kid
and one the target of relentless bullying, they quickly became friends. But
when friendship grew into more, the relationship was too much for either to
handle. As their tenuous bond was tested, everything tumbled down, leaving
them lonely once again.
A decade later, Micah is on the brink of losing his will to live. Beyond
exhausted from lying to everyone, including himself, Micah thinks of the one
person who knows his deepest secret. Desperate and alone, Micah makes the
only decision he feels he has: he must leave. But his need for closure
depends on one thing.
Can Jude make room in his Unsteady life for Micah once again?

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Jude hands down stole my heart in this book. For some reason I was drawn to him like a moth to a flame. He was sexy, lost but confident, helpful and drained, also thoughtful and loving. Yeah I know that seems like it was a lot but if you read his story you would definitely relate. He had enough love to show for him and Micah combined.

Jude for the win!!!!!


“Thirsty?” I asked, sarcasm hanging heavily in the air as I scanned the six drinks in the middle of the table.

Shrugging, he shot me a nasty look, making it very clear he didn’t need my approval to shoot back the double bourbon sitting in front of him. “This one’s for you,” he spat, sliding the other bourbon to me as he chased his with his beer. “And you,” he said, far more kindly than I liked to Brandon, moving the remaining one to him.

“Yeah, sure,” Brandon answered, swallowing the amber liquid in a hasty move. He coughed, and I relished in the burn I knew he was feeling. Served him right for acting like an ass tonight, well, every day, but mostly tonight. “But only one.” His voice cracked as he flipped the empty tumbler over onto the table. “I’m a fairly shitty person sober,” he acknowledged, shooting me a kind look, his eyes softening. “But I’m an even shittier drunk. I’ll stick to these for the rest of the night,” he noted, raising one of the Buds the waitress dropped on the table a few seconds ago.

Micah nodded, his lips sealed over his beer as if his life depended on it. It was a fleeting glimpse, but a dangerous one nonetheless. His eyes changed, darkened and focused as he polished off his beer in less time than it took me to wrap my fingers around my own. “I’m good with this for now,” I answered, turning away the bourbon.

“Suit yourself.” Micah grabbed my refused glass before I could think better of declining it. The booze was gone before I could say he shouldn’t have another so soon. When he slammed the glass on the table and raised his arm to swipe it against his lips, I caught a glimpse of his prosthetic arm.

Fucking hell, even that was sexy as fuck. Dark black titanium, it was sleek and provocative, even. He caught me staring and lowered his arm immediately. Just as I was about to say something, ask him to slow down, he signaled the waitress. Thankfully, this time he only ordered a bourbon and a beer for himself. With the warning that he shouldn’t drink so much on the tip of my tongue, I paused, thinking about the pain he might be trying to numb.

He’d fought in a war.

He’d lost a limb.

He’d come back home, back to me, looking for something.

I doubted he’d find it in the bottom of that glass, but there was no way I was going to judge him for needing a little time away from his demons.

“Hey there, boys,” a soft voice crooned from over my shoulder, pulling me away from the imagined visions of Micah at war—here and abroad. “Care to join us again?”

“Well, who am I to say no to that?” Brandon’s response was sly and filled with the promise of something wicked. He did nothing to hide it from her, or from us.

“What about your friend?” the woman asked, tipping her head to Micah. “She’s out there waiting for you.” Across the dance floor, her friend was swaying back and forth, smiling, waiting for the three of them to join her once again.

After a quick look my way, Micah lifted his glass to his lips. His tongue slipped out of his hot mouth a split second before the cool glass pressed there, making my head swirl with visions so erotic even I couldn’t put them to words. “I think I’ll sit this one out,” he rejected politely.

“Suit yourself.” Brandon smiled as he wrapped his arm around the woman’s narrow waist. “More for me,” he whispered over his shoulder as he walked away from us.

When they were both out of earshot, and the music had started thumping once again, I asked, “Didn’t want another go with her?” I did my best to swallow the bitterness of my words with the swig of beer I’d just taken. But rather than hovering above us, a yellow cloud of anger, so thick you could barely see, the words sat like a ball of disgust, twisting my gut into a knot I wasn’t sure I’d be able to unwind.

He glanced out at the trio dancing as if he actually cared what they were doing. “Eh, she’s just not my type,” he said, his voice taking on a playful lilt.

“Oh yeah?” I laughed at his explanation. “How’s that?”

Bracing himself against the table with one arm, he leaned forward, his lips pulling into a wide grin. “Too much tits,” he said. And then he pitched his voice lower to add, “And not enough cock.”

Melissa Collins has always been a book worm. Studying Literature in college ensured that her nose was always stuck in a book. She followed her passion for reading to the most logical career choice: English teacher. Her hope was to share her passion for reading and the escapism of books to her students. Having spent more than a decade in front of a classroom, she can easily say that it’s been a dream.
Her passion for writing didn’t start until more recently. When she was home on maternity leave in early 2012, she read her first romance novel and her head filled with the passion, angst and laughter of the characters who she read about it. It wasn’t long before characters of her own took shape in her mind. Their lives took over Melissa’s brain and The Love Series was born.

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