Scarlett MacGregor has lived a very sheltered life courtesy of her over-the-top controlling parents. Having never been to a co-ed party, much less on a date, Scarlett has relied on her books, her music, and living vicariously through her best friend Evie to keep her sanity as she's patiently awaited her freedom from their rule.
When Scarlett and Evie go away to college, Scarlett quickly meets Ashton, Dylan, and later, Mason, and is thrown into a crash course of like, love, and lust. With Evie's help, she must figure out the difference in the three and which one she wants before she ends up without any of them.
Metamorphosis is the story of Scarlett's transformation from a young, naive girl to a strong, mature young woman and her search for self-discovery and true love.
Recommended for readers 17+ due to sexual content and harshlanguage.
Sequel to Metamorphosis, Ambrosia, set to release later in 2013.
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EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT ~ Ash's POV from the day he meets Scarlet.
EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT ~ Ash's POV from the day he meets Scarlet.
“Ash! Get your ass up! We are leaving in half an hour!” Jess screamed for the third time in as many minutes.
Ugghh… Maybe I wouldn’t go tonight. I could just stay here and enjoy the peaceful silence,” I thought as I continued to remain buried under the cool gray sheets. Seconds later, the door flew open and my feisty, five-foot-nothing roommate stood in the doorway with a scowl on her face and her hands on her hips.
“Come on, Ash, we haven’t seen you in almost a month. Come hang out with us. You’ve got all weekend to sleep before classes start,” Jess pleaded as she walked towards my bed. She sat next to me and pulled the pillow out from under my head. God, she could be so annoying. “Surely one or five of your bimbos are not-so-patiently waiting to show you how much they missed you. I’ll even be decent to them tonight.” I smiled sincerely at her, knowing that she considered her offer to be quite a sacrifice.
“I’m tired, Jess. I’ve been waking up at the crack of dawn for the past three weeks. Plus, you know that flying drains me. I am just going to stay here and work on some sketches and go to bed early,” I grumbled and moved my head to another pillow. She quickly snatched that one out from under me too. Really fucking annoying.
“I’m not taking ‘no’ for an answer. Take a shower, get dressed, and let’s go. We don’t have to stay long if you don’t want to; you know Meg will probably want to come home early. Jacob and Nicholas want to see you too, plus my cousin Evie and her roommate that just moved here are coming with us. I want you to meet them.” Jess slid off the bed and just as she started to walk away, she grabbed ahold of the covers and took off running down the hall, giggling like a little kid.
I rolled off the bed, growling irritably, and made my way to the bathroom that Meg and I shared. I knew that Jess wasn’t going to let me stay, so I figured I might as well get ready and make the best of it. The quicker we got there, the quicker we could come home. I wasn’t even sure I wanted to bother with one of my “bimbos,” as Jess called them. Okay, who was I kidding? I was actually deciding if I should text a sure thing to meet me there or take my chances that the talent selection would be worthy. I needed someone to take good care of me tonight; staying with my sister had put a damper on my usually, very active sex life.
Don’t get me wrong, I still got my share of ass while I was in California, but I had to be a bit more inventive logistically- I had become well acquainted with one particular bathroom stall in Duke’s, a restaurant on Highway 1 or PCH, as locals referred to it. Typically, I had a little more class than that, but desperate times had called for desperate measures. After going without any the first two days of my visit, I thought I might very well die. Jacking off in the shower wasn’t helping anything; I needed hot, moist female flesh wrapped around my cock in a hurry. I was a guy that usually had exceptionally high standards and I enjoyed the hunt as much as the kill, but in that state of frustration, I was ready to fuck the first willing participant I could find. I had lucked out that night when I went to the bar to a grab a couple of drinks and escape the craziness of my nephews. There were a couple of cute girls already there when I arrived and it took no less than twenty minutes before I had one of them bent over in that over-sized stall, ramming myself into her and finding that sweet release shortly after. A few nights later I had her friend in the same position, and for the rest of my trip I visited that bar at least every other day, never leaving disappointed.
The hot water abruptly disappeared and the icy water pelting my skin quickly brought me back from my happy memory. A major drawback of living with two females was that they always used up all of the hot water. I quickly rinsed the remaining soap off my body and got out to get dressed. I heard additional voices coming from the living room when I came out of my closet, so I had assumed that the other two girls had arrived. Hopefully the roommate girl would be hot and make my search tonight quick. I already knew what Evie had looked like from pictures in Jess’ room ~ basically just like Jess and that was just weird to me. I could never hook up with her because it would be like looking at Jess, and I just couldn’t go there… not after everything the two of us had gone through. I shook my head at myself, I was not going to ruin my improving mood thinking about family drama. I was just happy that Jess and I had remained best friends throughout all of these years. It was kind of funny that with my well-deserved reputation of being a man-whore, I lived with two very attractive females that neither of which found me sexually appealing. My father would be so disappointed if he knew…
After throwing on a light blue button down shirt and a pair of khaki cargo shorts, I ran my fingers through my hair and slipped my feet in my brown flip flops. I looked at my reflection in the mirror and noticed that I had forgotten to shave in my rushed bathroom trip. Oh well, I just hoped that the stubble on my face paired with the dark tan I had developed gave me the rugged surfer look instead of the homeless, guy under the bridge appearance.
Getting into my charming, playboy extraordinaire mindset, I made my way down the hall, ready to enjoy myself some Texas girls once again. My cock jerked in excitement at the mere thought and I could feel the blood start pumping through my body. Jess was right, I needed to get out and have fun with my friends and release some of the stress that had built up in my day of travel. I heard Jess say something about someone never having gone to a party or on a date as I got closer to the living room. I didn’t know who or what she was talking about.
“What’s this I hear about never having been on a date or to a party?” I asked as I walked into the room. Two steps in and I froze in place. Nothing in the world could have prepared me for what I saw sitting on my couch, or rather I should say who I saw sitting on my couch staring back at me. For the first time since I could remember, I was stunned speechless. I couldn’t take my eyes off of hers. I had to be dreaming, she didn’t exist in real life ~ she was a product of my imagination.
Jess called out from the kitchen, “It’s about time Ash, my God! Come meet my cousin Evie and her roommate, Scarlett. Hurry up!” Scarlett. Her name was Scarlett.
Scarlett quickly turned around towards Evie, as if she was embarrassed, and I found myself walking towards her. I needed to see her face again. Jess came around the corner from the kitchen with a couple of beers and she explained how Scarlett lived some crazy sheltered life and had never had any social life. You’ve got to be fucking kidding me ~she was a fucking virgin. How cruel could life be?
Awkwardly, I introduced myself to Evie, shaking her hand and using my last name. What in the hell? I couldn’t function normally with her being so close and staring at me like she could see straight through me to my ugly, tainted soul. I took a deep breath and turned towards Scarlett, nervous of what was going to happen when I touched her. Our eyes locked on one another, I grabbed her free hand that lay across her lap and held it delicately. Her skin felt like silk against mine and I had to will myself to open my mouth and speak.
“Scarlett, it’s a pleasure to meet you as well. I can see why your parents were hesitant about letting you out of their sight. If I had a daughter as stunning as you, I wouldn’t let her leave the house either.” What did I just say? Did I just say the word stunning? Could I be any lamer? It sounded like such a cheesy pick up line. I knew there was a reason I didn’t want to leave my bed tonight.
Unconsciously, I brought her hand up to my mouth and softly kissed her inner wrist. I had no idea what in the hell I was doing, I knew everyone was looking at me like I had lost my damn mind, but I needed to smell and taste her. It was like I had to prove with all five of my senses that she was really alive and sitting in front of me. When my lips touched her, an electric current like I’ve never felt pulsed through my body. I was pretty sure that she felt it too because I heard her quietly gasp and she drew her bottom lip between her teeth. I reached up with my other hand and freed the lip from her bite with my thumb, and that nearly sent me over the edge.
“Down boy!” Jess slapped me on the shoulder which jolted me from my trance. I let go of both her lip and her hand and took a few steps back. I was in so much trouble and I needed to put some space between us. The girl that I had sketched numerous times as my Psyche, the girl that served as my muse in the thesis I was working on, had literally walked out of my head and into my life. And unfortunately, as much as I wanted to explain to her, to show her all of my drawings that looked nearly identical to her, to tell her that I had envisioned her so that it must be some kind of fate that brought us together, I knew that I needed to leave her the hell alone. She was exactly what I had always imagined her to be ~ beautiful, pure, and innocent. I knew in the way she looked at me, that she felt a connection too, it was undeniable. But I had to do what was right for her~ I had to stay away from her. I would only corrupt, disappoint, and hurt her; after all, I was my father’s son. I wouldn’t do to her what he had done to my mom. I was the only one that could save her from me.
So Which team are you on?
Erin Noelle is a Texas native, where she lives with her husband and two daughters. First a bookkeeper, and now an author, she often jokes that she’s a woman of numbers by day and letters by night. Erin is an avid reader of all romance novels and a huge sports fan. Most nights you can find her cuddled up in bed with her husband, her Kindle in hand and a game of some sorts on tv. You can follow her on Facebook @ www.facebook.com/erin.noelle.98.
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