Blog Tour Review & Giveaway: Resist by Heather C. Leigh

Posted August 13, 2015 by Shannon in Blog Tour, Giveaways, Reviews, Shannon / 0 Comments

Blog Tour Review & Giveaway:  Resist by Heather C. LeighResist: Gavin by Heather C. Leigh
Series: Sphere of Irony,
Published by Shelbyville Publication Date: August 9, 2015
Pages: 311
Also in this series: Wreck: Hawke
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All Gavin Walker, bass player for the multi-platinum selling band, Sphere of Irony, wants to do is surf, play music, and occasionally get laid. The problem is that Gavin has a stalker. A potentially deadly one. The threats he receives always mention something about Gavin being gay, which isn't public knowledge since the record label wants to keep it quiet.

Mitch Hale used to track serial killers for the FBI. A life-changing incident led him to quit the bureau and start his own company providing computerized security for Los Angeles' wealthiest people. Mitch doesn't know anyone when he moves across the country from D.C. to California, and all he has for companionship is a pathetic string of failed relationships with women.

When Gavin's manager hires Mitch to find the stalker, the men instantly hate each other. Despite the constant fighting, attraction between the two blazes hot, confusing the former FBI agent. Spending time with Gavin forces Mitch reflect on what he's denied about himself for the last ten years. Listening to Mitch's plan to catch a madman thrusts Gavin's personal life out in the open for the entire world to see.

Can Gavin and Mitch stop fighting long enough to stop a stalker before someone gets hurt? Or will they stubbornly resist the feelings that develop when they're forced to work together?

This is book 3 in a 4 part series. It is a spin-off of the Famous Series. These can be read as standalones.

I have to say, I was very surprised with how RESIST started. Β Gavin always seemed like the fun loving member of the band, so I was taken aback when I discovered that Gavin was not exactly what he appeared.

Gavin was very much a tortured soul. Β Tortured by his father’s abuse and his inability to be who he really is in the public eye weighed on Gavin. Β Add to that a stalker who seemed to be taken his game to another level, you get a Gavin who is afraid to go out in public, who’s almost afraid of his own shadow and terrified of what could be lurking around the corner. Β His saving grace seemed to be his friendship with Hawke, until a very hot and confusing ex-FBI bodyguard comes into his life.

I loved Mitch. Β For someone who wasn’t out of the closet and was completely confused by Gavin, I loved how he couldn’t help but go alpha male for Gavin. Β He may have outwardly appeared like he was rejecting Gavin at times, but you knew he was drawn to Gavin and it was only a matter of time before he finally was honest with himself and went after what he wanted.

As always, Heather C. Leigh created an emotionally charged story that was hard to put down. Β Once I started RESIST, I was completely immersed in the story. Β Gavin and Mitch’s emotions seemed to jump off the page and had me staying up way to late to get to their HEA.

Another solid read by Heather C. Leigh and a great entry into the Sphere of Irony series.

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excerpt

Gavin Meets Mitch

Before I can ask any more questions, there’s a knock and the door opens a crack. β€œMr. Evans, Mr. Hale is here.”

β€œSend him in please, Donna.” Ross stands and adjusts his suit, straightening out the cuffs and fixing his expensive tie until it lays just so.

I rake a hand over my hair, but it’s pointless. I’m lucky I bothered to shower this morning after my company left. I’m sure I look like shitβ€”with the lack of sleep and the constant stress I’m surprised I don’t look worse.

Good genes, I guess. I frown at the thought of my father.

I can hear Donna outside. β€œGo right on in.”

The door opens and a man enters. No, not just a man. A gorgeous man. Stunning, actually. For the second time in five minutes, my jaw hangs open.

The man is a study in opposites. His hair, swept back from his face and so dark it’s nearly black, is paired with bright slate grey eyes, a color I’ve never seen before. He looks rugged and dangerous, as if he could kill a man with his bare hands. Yet he’s wearing a tailored and expensive charcoal grey suit that showcases his body to perfection. He’s rough and he’s polished.

And I can’t stop staring.

β€œMr. Hale, thank you so much for coming on such short notice.”

Ross has circled the table and is shaking the man’s hand.

β€œCall me Mitch, please.”

Jesus, even his voice is hot. Deep and silky, it’s as smooth as fine whiskey.

β€œThis is Gavin Walker,” Ross introduces me, stepping aside.

It takes both of them staring at me and an uncomfortably long silence for me to realize I’m still gawking. Embarrassed, I snap my mouth shut.

β€œSorry.” Jumping up from my chair, I extend a hand. β€œGavin Walker. Thanks for coming.”

He clasps his hand around mine, large and hot and coarse, and pumps it firmly. β€œMitch Hale, good to meet you. Wish it were under better circumstances.”

He smiles and I have the sudden urge to rub myself all over his beautiful, hard body. Heat spreads up from our joined hands, sending a flush of pleasure over my skin.

Mitch clears his throat and glances down where I’m still clutching his hand. Shit. I let go, flinching back in humiliation. I jam my hand into the pocket of my jeans, fingering the smooth, heart-shaped stone I keep there.

β€œLet’s sit.” Ross directs Mitch to the conference table. β€œDrink?”

Mitch holds up a hand. β€œI’m good.” I catch the slightest twitch in one of Mitch’s intriguing eyes.

β€œOkay. Here is the file we have so far.” Ross pushes a folder across the table.

Mitch opens it, scanning the contents. Waiting for him to read about the stalker that’s been harassing me is humiliating, yet it gives me a chance to study the man further. I should resist staring, but I can’t. He’s too gorgeous to ignore.

I flick my gaze over to Ross, who is busy returning emails on his laptop. Good. I don’t want Ross to catch me ogling the new guy. When my eyes land back on Mitch, I have to hold in a groan.

This guy is trying to kill me.

As he flips through the pages in the fileβ€”photos, descriptions, police reportsβ€”the end of his very wet, very pink tongue pokes out between his lips. Every once in a while, it sneaks back in so he can pull that lush red bottom lip between his teeth, biting on it in concentration.

Jesus. As subtly as I can, I shift on the chair to adjust the semi pressing against my pants.

More contradictions. That tongue, the biting of the lip, both so playful and innocent against the serious image he projects with the suit and the perfectly styled hair and theβ€”I inhale deeplyβ€”hint of designer aftershave.

Suddenly, Mitch closes the folder and sits up, folding his hands on top of it. I jerk away, sitting back in my chair instead of leaning halfway over the table like a besotted teenage girl.

β€œThis man is not to be taken lightly,” he cautions, his intelligent gaze traveling back and forth between Ross’ and mine.

Ross closes his laptop, giving Mitch his full attention. β€œWe’re not taking it lightly. Gavin has security with him at all times since the…” Ross glances at me, β€œthe incident in New York.”

β€œAnd before that?” Mitch asks. I stare at the hard line of his jaw then drop my eyes down to the curve of his throat where it disappears into the top of his crisp dress shirt. I pray that he doesn’t see the way my hands shake or the heat prickling my face as lust washes over me.

β€œBefore that we weren’t documenting anything we received, just throwing them away. They were mostly letters, gifts…” Ross trails off.

β€œBut no involvement by law enforcement?”

My eyes bounce back and forth between the two men.

Ross sighs. β€œNot until the New York incident.” When Mitch scowls, a look that makes him look even more dangerous and a hell of a lot sexier, Ross elaborates. β€œDo you know how many crazy fans are out there? Hell, Adam gets over a hundred bizarre gifts and letters a week. That’s just the strange ones. Plus, keeping this out of the media is important to the record label.”

Mitch nods. β€œI understand. I’m not judging. I’m just trying to get a feel for what I’ll be dealing with. That includes how long law enforcement has been checking into this guy.”

β€œNot long,” I whisper, surprised to hear myself speak. I’m used to being discussed as if I’m not in the room. It comes with the jobβ€”decisions made for you without your input.

Two sets of eyes focus on me and I feel my cheeks blaze hot. That intense grey stare has me squirming, and this time it’s not from embarrassment. Another rush of heat ripples down my spine. I run my hands through my hair to catch the beads of sweat that have popped up on my temples.

Mitch opens his mouth to say something then snaps it shut. He blinks a few times before speaking. β€œTell me how this began, Gavin. What you’ve noticed personally.”

β€œShit, how long do you have?” I scoff.

The corner of Mitch’s mouth quirks up. β€œI have time.” He puts two fingers into the collar of his shirt and tugs gently.

The subtle motion brings images of Mitch tearing off his clothes, sending another wave of sizzling need through me. Nodding, I take a sip of water to cool down the desire inspired by Mitch’s proximity.

Ross’ cell phone rings, startling me. I fumble with the glass, nearly spilling it.

β€œDamn. Sorry.”

This time, Mitch smiles. My eyes fixate on that mouth as his lips part to reveal two rows of perfect teeth.

β€œI have to take this,” Ross confesses. He glances over. β€œYou okay to do this without me?”

No. I’m not okay. You’re going to leave me in a room with one of the hottest guys I’ve ever seen while I’m a nervous, blundering wreck.

That’s what I’m thinking. What I say isn’t even close.

β€œYeah. I’m good.”

Ross stares at Mitch. β€œI’ll be back to discuss the specifics of your contract.”

β€œNo problem,” Mitch agrees. Leaning back in his chair, he crosses one ankle over his knee.

Holyβ€”

Now he’s given me a direct view of his crotch, hugged tight by those tailored grey slacks. There’s a lot to look at. Jesus. If what I’m seeing isn’t an illusion, he is hung. I don’t realize that I’m staring right at Mitch’s dick until his leg drops and he leans forward, elbows on his knees.

β€œIt’s okay to be nervous.”

Blinking, I look up to see those deep gunmetal eyes waiting patiently for me to respond.

β€œUmmmm, I’m not nervous.”

I am, but not for the reasons you think.

Mitch puts his large hands back up on the table, his eye twitching again. β€œDo you mind if I get a drink?” He gestures towards the tray Donna set out.

β€œNot at all.”

β€œSo,” he continues as he removes his jacket, hangs it over his chair, and circles the table. β€œTell me about the letters.”

Mitch picks up a mug, turning his back to me to prepare his coffee. My mouth goes dry at the sight of his perfect, round ass showcased by the tight grey fabric that clings to every curve.

β€œGavin?”

I can’t do this here with him. Alone. With that ass, those eyes, and the scent of whatever cologne he’s wearing. My brain won’t function properly while bombarded from all sides by filthy sexual fantasies starring Mitch.

β€œI-I forgot. I have somewhere to be.”

Jumping up, I catch a surprised expression on Mitch’s face right before I bolt out the door.

 

 

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About Heather C. Leigh

I grew up in New England and currently live outside Atlanta, GA with my husband, two kids, a French Bulldog and a pug.
I’m a full-time procrastinator and a part-time everything else.
I love the Red Sox, chocolate, and traveling.
When I’m not writing, I’m dealing drugs legally as a pharmacist.

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I am a lover of alpha males with dirty mouths, strong heroines putting alpha males in their place, and the Chicago Blackhawks. I'm a proud hockey mom who can often be found at the hockey rink cheering on my favorite forward, with my kindle close by.