BLOG TOUR STOP: Overwhelmed by You by Nashoda Rose: Review, Excerpt, Teasers, and Giveaway

Love is ugly and secrets will destroy you.

KAT

I don’t beg.
I don’t cry.
And I don’t give second chances.

Ream, the lead guitarist from the band Tear Asunder, deserves a gold medal for best dick move ever when he ran the moment he discovered my secret after two days of hot sex. Then he brings some chick to my coming home party from the hospital—after being shot.
I hate him.

Until …

Ream’s six foot two frame unfolds out of the car after being gone on tour for eight months. I stared, unable to help myself. And in my defense, any girl would stare. It would almost be rude not to because Ream was the type of guy who stood out. Not because he had pink hair or shouted or was obnoxious. No, it was because he was the complete opposite. Subtle and dangerously quiet. If he spoke, you’d better hope he liked you because otherwise you’d be falling at his feet begging for mercy. Except me … I don’t beg—ever.
But when our eyes locked, it was Ream’s confident cold indifference that had my nerves shooting off like jet sprinklers.

Then…

Ream told me he didn’t need a second chance because he was still working on his first.

REAM

Sex is ugly. It’s using someone for your own narcissistic pleasure. I did it and I hated it—until her. She was unfuckinexpected. Then I had to wreck our beginning with my screwed up past.
I don’t deserve her, but I’m selfish and I’m taking her anyway. This is who I am and it’s too late to change me.

Overwhelmed by You is Ream and Kat’s story. It’s Book 2 in the Tears Asunder series, and it stays true to the themes explored in Book 1 in terms of how secrets and ugly pasts can destroy all those involved. Both Ream and Kat are lost souls who hide behind their control and lack of feeling in order to survive. Neither allows their emotions to overpower them because to do so risks too much; Ream and Kat’s connection, though, threatens that very stricture, and when Ream doesn’t stand by Kat after they cross the line of friendship that need for control pushes them in opposite directions, and by the time they find themselves in close proximity again, a second chance is out of the question for Kat despite Ream’s attempts to win her back.

Ream is a complicated hero. His past has defined him all of his life, which holds him back from showing himself completely to anyone. He’s sees women as objects and that’s how he needs it to be. No emotion. No connection. One and done. This is how he lives his life, and it’s worked for him until he meets Kat. They start out as friends, but it slowly turns into more. She makes him feel, which makes her a threat, and when he finds out one of Kat’s secrets, he takes what most would believe is the coward’s way out and flees. But because Kat as well as readers do not know what he has endured, this assumption seems accurate until the truth is revealed and then his reaction makes perfect sense. Ream is a damaged soul who suffers daily at the hands of his past. It seems like the power and control he has is all a façade because if anyone was to look closer, they would see that he’s not actually the one who commands his actions; it’s out of his control due to what he’s dealt with for so many years.

Kat is a smart mouthed woman who refuses to be told what to do and how to do it. She’s stubborn and unwilling to give second chances. When Ream lets her down and abandons her, she’s done with him. She’s not willing to take that risk again. He threatens everything she stands for, so any attempt to win her back once Ream returns from the world tour falls upon deaf ears. But Ream is persistent, and Kat finally realizes that pushing him away is only causing them more pain and heartache. For a while, they balance each other out until Ream’s past resurfaces and threatens not just their relationship but their lives as well. One thing is for sure, when everything is said and done, no one will come out of it unscathed. What that means for Ream and Kat as individuals as well as a couple is something readers will have to wait to find out until the end of the text.

Overwhelmed by You is a fantastic story with complex characters and a complicated storyline. Nashoda Rose does a great job of illustrating each character’s strength and weaknesses; not every reader is going to like them, which is exactly how well written characters should be. Beyond the suspenseful storyline is the message that even tormented souls have the power to keep fighting and reclaim the strength that they once had, and this idea is clearly demonstrated through Ream and Kat’s struggles. This is a must read book for anyone who loves the perfect blend of well developed characters, great storytelling, and a lot of twists and turns along the way.

I can’t wait for the Unyielding series. I’ve been dying to hear about Georgie and Deck since they were introduced in Book 1 of the Tear Asunder series. I know that their story will be just as complex and dynamic as Nashoda Rose’s Tear Asunder Series.

A complimentary copy was provided by the author in exchange for an honest review.

4.5 poison apples

Prologue

I swung the statue down onto his skull again and again.

The sound of crushing bone crackled throughout the room.

Blood splattered my green T-shirt like a mist of rain.

I didn’t care. Not one bit.

He destroyed her.

He deserved this.

Images of the bruises on her arms, the puncture marks, blurred my vision.

She watched me kill him.

Sitting on the floor, dazed with a glassy look in her eyes.

This was my fault.

I let this happen to her. I didn’t protect her.

I threw the statue aside. It made a loud thud as it hit the wood floor, and she jerked. I glanced at the needles on the bedside table. The yellow elastic band.

I was glad he was dead.

I strode over to her, picked her frail, weightless body up, and ran.

Her beauty was wilting. My angel. I had done that.

Ream

“Babe … You’re going to fuckin’ kill me.” Body tightening, I groaned as my dick jerked in her mouth. “Ahh, Christ.” She withdrew then circled the tip with her tongue as her hand cupped my balls, only to slide a finger down further to caress between my butt cheeks. Holy fuck, I’d never been blowed like this before—ever. Shit, who was I kidding? I never let a woman have this kind of control over me. If I had … I didn’t like to remember it.

The heat of her mouth surrounded me again, and she slowly took all of me until her lips touched my balls. I nearly came right then as I swore beneath my breath, my fingers fisting in her hair.

“Baby.”

Her silky moisture felt like I was wrapped in velvet. She slowly slid back and my hands curled into the sheet as the pressure increased until I slipped from her mouth. She took a breath then swallowed me again. I was so turned on, I couldn’t even think straight. Watching her take me like that … God, how the fuck did I ever get off before her?

Her head bobbed up and down faster, then harder, and all I could hear was her sweet mouth sucking my cock like it was her Popsicle.

I closed my eyes. Jesus, I never wanted it to end.

Harder. Suck me, harder.

My eyes flew open and I stiffened. No. Don’t ruin this. Fuck.

But it always did.

Be good and it won’t hurt.

I was breathing too hard. I was too tense. It would hurt more if I was tense.

Ask me for more.

No. No, more.

Ask me nicely.

Mo … re. Plea … se.

Fuck no. Jesus, why?

Because I hated this and I needed to end it and get the fuck out—fast. Letting her go down on me was a mistake. I never let a chick put her mouth me. Shit, what had I been thinking? I thought it might be different after spending two weeks with her. I liked her, damn it. But I couldn’t do this.

I grabbed her by the shoulders. “Get off me.”

Her magnetic blue eyes widened, and I felt her hand jerk on my cock. “What?”

“I said get the fuck off me.” My hands tightened on her shoulders and I felt the familiar sickness rolling in my stomach. I had to get the hell out of here. I should’ve never done this with her. I didn’t do sweet and slow; I did fast and hard and I was out of there before the bullshit barreled into me.

I went to roll out from under her, but she found my hand that had a death grip on the sheet. Her fingers slowly pried open my fist, and then she entwined them with mine and squeezed.

I looked down at her and for a moment I thought maybe I could … “No.” I said the word, but didn’t move.

She lowered her head, but kept her eyes on me while her tongue teased the head of my cock. She kissed it, gentle and tender, something I’d never had before. And I wanted it, but chicks sucking my cock was off limits. It was them having power that let the demons in.

I groaned as her tongue flicked over the sensitive tip. My fingers dug into her flesh and I fought the need to throw her away from me and, at the same time, push her head down on my cock, forcing her to take me deeper.

“I want to taste you. Come for me,” she said.

I couldn’t. Not like this. She had too much of me already. Fuck this. Screw all of it. I pushed her off me and her hand slipped from my cock as she fell to the side.

“Ream?”

I ignored her as I sat up and swung my legs over the side of the bed. I went to get up when her arms came around my neck.

“What do you need?”

“To leave.” I reached down for my jeans lying on the floor. This was stupid. I should’ve never hooked up with her. She was my bandmate’s girl’s best friend.

I went to stand when she grabbed my arm and pulled me back until I lay on the bed. “Jesus. I don’t want to fuck you, Kat.” I knew it was a lie because I wanted to fuck this girl bad.

Nashoda Rose lives in Toronto with her assortment of pets. She writes contemporary romance with a splash of darkness, or maybe it’s a tidal wave. Her novella “With You” is the first in the Tear Asunder series, followed by the novel “Torn from You” and “Overwhelmed by You”.
When she isn’t writing, she can be found sitting in a field reading with her dog at her side while her horses graze nearby. She loves interacting with her readers on Facebook and chatting about her addiction—books.