Friday, March 22, 2013

Breaking the Wrong by Calia Read ~ Blog Tour and Giveaway


Emilia Wentworth would do anything for her sister.

For three years, Emilia has lived in the past, feeling her sister's pain and hating those who are to blame, including one of the Sloan brothers.

Finally, she has had enough. The only way to be free is to create a Burn List with all the people who have ever hurt her sister.

As she crosses each name of, she gets closer and closer to her final target.
But, things aren't always as they seem.

Loyalties are tested.
Boundaries are crossed.
And the truth is revealed.


This is the second book in the Sloan brothers series and WOW! Loved this book.....going into it I wasn't sure how I would feel about Emilia but this is a book to go on my list of favorite books ever, books I would re-read time and time again. Oh and Macsen....good god! Where to even begin with him....he is intense,deep sexy, freaking yummylicious and the scenes between him and Emilia where at times emotional, and others times just smoking HOT!

Emilia Wentworth's one focus in life is getting revenge on the people who have wronged and played a part in hurting her sister. Anger consumes her life so she makes a burn list to get back at these people. One by one, she crosses names off her burn list, making people pay, until she is down to the last one, the one she wants to pay the most. She hopes that getting revenge on him will bring peace to her life. Funny thing is Macsen is not what Emilia expected him to be....he is funny, sweet, smart, tender and HOT. The more time she spends with him, she finds herself thinking about and falling for the boy she is supposed to despise. She is mortified for having these feelings, after all he played a part in destroying her family. The more time she spends around him, she questions whether Mascen is even capable of doing the things he's accused of. Can Mascen get Emilia to let down her forget the pain and let go of the anger? How will Mascen feel when he finds out the truth about who Emilia really is? You must read the book to find out!

"You can't heal a heart that's been fragmented. But my wounds were closing. Stitch by stitch, I was starting to feel again. I can't undo the past and stop everything that has happened. However, I can try to take a tiny step forward."

I highly recommend you read this book and this series.  Calia is a writer that has a way of sucking you right into her stories....consuming you...making you feel every single emotion as if you were living them. Can't wait to read the next book in the Sloan brothers series!


“If you were bold...” Macsen shifts closer and I clinch the book tightly in my hands. “What would you do?”

My heart picks up speed as I open my mouth. I hesitate for a second, afraid to say what I feel. But when will this opportunity ever come again? Probably never. But it doesn’t make it any easier.

Tell him or don’t. Tell him or don’t. I weigh the pros and cons in my head as I stare at him. After a few seconds pass between us, I let out a shaky breath.

“I’d lean forward...” I whisper.

His face moves closer and I watch his green eyes become hooded with lust. “And what?”

I lean an inch closer. “I would kiss you.”

Macsen’s eyes slam shut and the rejection I feel stings. I start to rise and when he opens his eyes back up. His hands gently hold my own to the floor and then his mouth is on mine. I want to shiver from how lightly his lips move against mine, how smooth they feel. They move coaxingly, with soft nips. My lips stay shut. I’m enjoying every single trick of his to get me to open up my mouth to him.

My breathing is shallow as I pull away. His hands move away as he settles onto the floor, his legs wide apart. My nose brushes against his as I stare into his eyes. His pulse is pounding at the base of his throat. With my palms flat on the floor, I lean closer. My body is between his spread legs. Even though he’s silent, his chest rises and falls like he has just stopped running. I know he wants me. I shut my brain down, ignore what a mistake this is, and lean forward and kiss the side of his neck. He jumps slightly and I lick his skin.

I hear him groan and move my lips upward.

A kiss cannot replace the past. But with every kiss to his skin, my hurt becomes a distant memory. All my pain is gone and all I can feel is the blood roaring throughout my body. My lips tingle as I drag them across his jaw. When I reach his lips, I stop, and hover. I can only go so far before it’s his turn to take control.

My eyes briefly flick down to his arms. He’s resting his weight on his palms, but I watch his arms shake. He’s losing his calm demeanor. The longer our lips are apart, the more the air snaps around us. My breathing is harsh as I wait patiently. When Macsen still hasn’t moved, I start to back away.

“Don’t,” he says roughly and reaches out. Easily, his hands span my waist and he drags me onto his lap.

I grip his forearms tightly as my body sinks closer and my thighs hug his hips. Against the juncture of my thighs, I can feel how hard he is. I shift once and my thighs start to shake. He only pauses for a second, looking at me with such intensity, I’m waiting for my skin to melt. When his lips meet mine, there’s more urgency to our kiss. My nails dig into his flesh as he licks the seam of my lips and nips at my bottom lip.

I want to pretend, just for a few hours, that I’m someone filled with forgiveness. No scars on my past. No cuts on my emotions. I want to be a whole person, not someone sewn back together. And I feel put together with Macsen’s arms banded tightly around me.

I open my mouth and his tongue slips in. I gasp loudly in shock at how good this feels. Goosebumps break out across my skin, and I move my tongue against his cautiously. My revenge runs in the opposite direction the longer his mouth is on mine.

Slowly, I start to relax my body. I practically sigh when Macsen’s hands move from my hips and toward my face. He bites lightly on my bottom lip and soothes the burn with his tongue. Macsen angles my head and explores my mouth. I thrust my tongue against his and fist my hands into his hair. The grip on my face tightens before his hands drift away, traveling down my body.

His fingers drift over my breast and through my bra, my nipples tighten. I want him to keep touching me there, but his hands move across my stomach and slip underneath my shirt.

How can I be doing this? None of this is part of the plan. My mind torments me and tries to pull me back to reality, but Macsen is my weakness. I can’t stop. My fingers drag up his arm, clinching his biceps. His hands explore my stomach and I breathe heavily, pulling away from his mouth and leaning my head on his shoulder. Those large hands inch closer to the lace of my bra and the two of us are breathing hard. His fingers veer around my chest and I feel him slip a finger underneath the strap of my bra. And even with the barrier of my shirt, he drags it down my shoulder and down my arm.

There’s a torturous second where he does nothing and I think I stop breathing.

Against his neck, against my will, I murmur, “More.”

My brain has shut down and now my lust is talking. It’s a greedy feeling because all I can think about is having his hands all over me.

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Author Bio

College seemed like too much stress for me. Traveling across the world, getting married, and having three kids seemed much more relaxing.

Yeah, I’m still waiting for the relaxing part to kick in...

I change addresses every other year. It’s not by choice but it is my reality.
While the crazies of life kept me busy, the stories in my head decided to bubble to the surface. They were dying to be told and and I was dying to tell them.

That was four years ago. Soon, the stories will be shared with you. I hope you’ll enjoy escaping to the crazy world of these characters with me!!

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