Thursday, October 20, 2016

Blog Tour ~ Touchdown (Day Series Book 1) by TS McKinney ~ (Reviews, Meet The Cast, Excerpt, Teasers + Giveaway)

Blog Tour ~ Touchdown (Day Series Book 1) by TS McKinney ~ (Review, Meet The Cast, Excerpt, Teasers + Giveaway)
Title: Touchdown
Series: Game Day Series Book 1
Author: TS McKinney
Publisher - Dark Hollows Press
Genre: M/M Romance
Published: September 7, 2016
Alexander Bryant has lived his entire life making everyone else happy. After meeting Lincoln, will he have the courage to finally do what makes him happy?
Alexander – I like to consider myself a rebel – an ass-kicker that takes what he wants regardless of what others think. I make my own path and flip off the people who don’t agree. I laugh in the face of conflict. Nobody tells me what to do.
In reality, everything about me is a lie – past, present, and future. The Bryant family name requires certain things and all my decisions are based on those requirements. I like football, but the family name demands I love it. I want to be an artist, but the family name demands I be a lawyer. The family demands I fall in love with a nice girl, but I’m falling for, well, the opposite of nice AND girl. I’m a coward and a liar.
Lincoln – I like to imagine myself a loner – a cold heartless bastard that takes what he wants. I lived the biggest part of my life with parents that were ashamed of me for more reasons that one could begin to count, so I trust no one. I have a low tolerance for bullshit and hate liars. So why did I go and fall in love with the biggest liar of them all?

“Sexy, charming, hot and delightful book!” - Amazon Review 
“Touchdown is funny, naughty and delightful” - Amazon Review 
“Super sexy and sassy!!” - MM Book Escape

Alexander
I lay there, or at least I think I’m lying down on some sort of soft surface. Soft and cozy. Smells nice. Yeah, it feels like a mattress, but it also feels like I’m floating on a fluffy cloud. I can hear things, some soft music playing, but it sounds like everything is so far away. I’m toasty warm. Even in my sluggish mind I know I’ve never felt this relaxed in my entire life. I can’t explain it – other than I never want the feeling to go away.
I should probably open my eyes and try to at least wake up, but it feels so damned good that I keep them clenched tightly together. There’s a nagging twitch in the back of my mind, telling me something isn’t quite right and I should be concerned, very concerned, but I don’t want to listen. I try to shut out my mind and focus only on what my body is saying.
I want to relax and enjoy whatever the hell this is. I don’t use drugs, but I’m pretty sure I’m going to start if this is the result of pill popping. Did I drink too much? Nope; if I had, I’d be feeling more like a rattlesnake being poked instead of a cuddly slug cocooned someplace…that smelled so damned nice. What the hell was that scent? I liked it. I’m pretty sure if I was able, it would turn me on. For the first time in my life, I feel like I might not have the energy to even get it up…and it feels so good that I don’t even care.
What had I been doing? Where was I? What had happened and how could I make it happen again?
“Alexander.” A husky voice invaded my state of peace and relaxation.
I peeked an eye open and immediately wished I hadn’t. Fuck. Fuck. Double fuck. What the double fuck? I tried to scramble away from the man looming over me but my limbs felt like fucking jelly that had been left out in the sun. My arms wouldn’t work. My fucking legs wouldn’t work. The only thing that was fucking working was the voice inside my head screaming for me to run for my fucking life. Well, shit. I’m naked. Yep, naked and apparently I’m in another man’s bed. I don’t belong in the beds of other men. Nope, not me. Especially not the bed of Lincoln Montgomery, spanker of bare asses.
“Calm down, Alexander,” Lincoln said in that deep, sexier than sexy voice. “You’re going to feel weak after our scene. It’s natural so don’t be alarmed. Don’t move,” he ordered as he turned away to reach for something. Before I could even consider trying to at least slide across the bed and belly crawl for the window so I could jump to my death, he was back around and offering me a bottle of water. No way was I drinking that shit. I’m sure it’s drugged; just like whatever I drank last night had to have been drugged. That’s why I was feeling so weak. And fucking wonderful.
Oh, shit. The scene! I had actually let another man spank me with a crop. In front of a crowd. Practically naked. I’m pretty sure I begged for it. I eyed the window again, calculating if I could make it before Lincoln grabbed me and hauled me back to his bed. Sure, I’d die naked and humiliate my parents and grandparents, but that would have to be their fucking problem. For the first time in my life, they would just have to deal with me breaking the rules. Technically, I suppose, I wasn’t breaking them. Mother just always said to have clean underwear on in case you are in an accident. I suppose in her mind no underwear would surely beat dirty underwear.
“Stop acting like a child, Alexander. We’re on the tenth floor. You would splatter,” Lincoln scolded. “Now drink your water. After an especially intense scene, you need plenty of rest and fluids. You’ve gotten the rest, so let’s drink our water, shall we?”
Apparently he could read my mind. Perfect.
“I don’t want your water, Lincoln. You’re probably just trying to drug me again,” I spat. Hell, I knew he hadn’t drugged me, but it sounded a hell of a lot better than I was stone-cold sober when I stripped in front of strangers and let a grown-ass man spank me. Oh wait, I’m also naked in his comfy bed. We probably fucked, too.
It gets better and better.
I wiggle a bit to see if I’m sore in places I shouldn’t be sore. Yep, I sure the fuck am. Of course that could very well be from the spanking I received, but, then again, it could be from something much worse. Shit, did I let this man fuck me? Double shit, why does the thought of that not piss me off like it should?
“Are you implying I’ve drugged you, Alexander?” Lincoln asked as he opened the bottle of water. I opened my mouth to tell him I damned straight thought he drugged me, but before I could get it out, he had scooped up my head and forced the bottle against my lips. “Drink,” he ordered.
So I drank it.
“Very good,” he praised and I glowed like a fucking moron. Why the hell would I care if he was happy or not? I should be feeling the opposite. Actually, I should probably punch him the face – if only my damned arms didn’t feel like a ton of lead. Since an angry glare was the only weapon I possessed at the moment, I glared. And glared. And glared.
He laughed – the motherfucker.
“You’ve got a pretty pout, Alexander. I’m sure you use it to get your way on most occasions, but it won’t work with me so put it away. Don’t waste your time and mine.”
His voice sounded like a growl. A very sexy, very arousing growl. Something inside of me wanted to purr. I settled for, “Fuck off, Lincoln.”
“Do you remember what happened earlier?” He pulled a chair right up against the bed and leaned closer to me than I felt comfortable with. No, scratch that. He leaned closer than I wanted to feel comfortable with. As it turns out, what I think I want and what my body wants might be two different things, as in on opposite ends of the chart. My head is screaming “no” but my body is dying to get closer to him. As my nostrils flare, I realize the scent that has been driving me crazy with lust is none other than Lincoln Montgomery. Could it get any worse?
“I’m straight,” I blurted out, trying to convince myself more than Lincoln. “Not gay.” Yeah, clarify it like he didn’t have a clue what straight meant. I’m a fucking idiot.
He smiled. It was one of those indulgent smiles that parents give children when they say or do something ridiculous. “Yes, thank you for telling me, Alexander. Again.”
Oh yeah, I had already told him that. Shit.
“Don’t worry. Straight men end up on the other end of my crop and then naked in my bed all the time.” Another indulgent smile. “It happens alllll the time.” He mocked.
“Did we?” I asked. I had to know. Shit, I didn’t want to know.
“Did we what?” Lincoln asked with a smirk. He knew damned well what I wanted to know. “Did we fuck?” I hissed, furious he made me say it and even more furious at the blush creeping across my body.
Lincoln remained perfectly quiet and I knew the delay was only meant to make me suffer as long as humanly possible. His eyes, a deep midnight blue, twinkled with merriment at my expense. I wasn’t sure of a hell of a lot of things at the moment, but I was one hundred percent certain that if Lincoln had fucked me, I enjoyed it. There was an aura of arrogance that he wore like a second skin – not the stupid kind of arrogance, but the kind that one got from being told how incredibly awesome they were. At fucking. He was probably awesome at fucking.
Finally, he said, “Trust me, Alexander; you would know it if I’d fucked you.” He leaned closer to me. “Every inch of you, inside and out, would know you’d been properly fucked.” His hot breath tickled my cheek as he spoke the words…the words that tickled me somewhere else. Fuck. How horrifying would it be if my cock got hard right about now? Pretty fucking horrifying.
“Plus, you’re straight, remember?”



*Copy provided to Bayou Book Junkie by the author/publisher for my reading pleasure in hopes of an unbiased opinion, a review was not a requirement.*

Alexander Bryant is a guy who has it all. He comes from a wealthy family, he's quarterback of a champion college football team, his girlfriend is the perfect beauty pageant contestant, he has good grades and a future mapped out for him as a lawyer in the family's firm. None of this is what he wants for his future but he's been controlled his whole life by family expectations, he won't even entertain that he doesn't have to succumb to the life his grandfather has laid out for him. Then one night his friends talk him into joining them at a local BDSM club, which changes everything for him. Club owner Lincoln doesn't care who Alexander and his friends are, but once he sees Alexander, he immediately wants him under him.

Alexander has spent his life doing what he was told, so becoming a submissive isn't really out of the realm of what you'd think would happen to him. Lincoln is the epitome of every hot Dom thought you've ever had (don't deny it). Alex wasn't a perfect submissive, but he and Lincoln made it work. And it was hot! Though Alex comes from what seems to be a crappy family, he has great, supportive friends who stand by him when he needs it the most. And we had the horrible characters, that just make you hate them more by the time you get to the end of the book. And you celebrate knowing that they finally get what's coming to them.

I really, really liked this book, though there were two issues I had with it, stopping me from a 5 star rating. I'm no expert in BDSM clubs and relationships, but I can't ever imagine a club owner is going to take a newbie, who doesn't want to get on the stage and flog him on his initial visit. It seems to me that BDSM is about consensual activities. And though Alexander really did enjoy what happened, Lincoln did not know that going in. And the second issue was that Alexander quickly went from I'm not gay to please take me however you want. Otherwise, this book was really, really good and I'm really looking forward to Tank's book!

Rating: 4 stars



What I loved: There was some very funny banter between Alex and his teammates, the camaraderie they have is great. I really enjoyed Tank, although a good friend would not have forced Alex to the club in the beginning of the story. As for the MC's, there are some really good scenes between Lincoln and Alex that are hot and steamy. 

What I liked: I'm a huge fan of GFY, so the fact that Alex only slept with women until he met Lincoln didn't bother me. I didn't even mind the fact that both Alex and Lincoln have a bit of insta-lust/love going on. The reason I put this in the like column as opposed to the love column is the fact that I thought it was too much combined with the BDSM. I just couldn't get my head around a straight man all of the sudden turning into a gay sub. 

What I didn't like: Lincoln, owns a new but successful BDSM club. Many consider him to be one of the best Doms around. However, he chooses to take a guy who doesn't know anything about the scene or lifestyle, who has never wanted to be part of the lifestyle. A man who he has no idea of his sexual orientation. And for all intents and purposes is not a sub. On one hand, Alex and his friends agreed in a very roundabout sort of way, however, they assumed it would be Tank doing the scene. My biggest pet peeve in BDSM is consent. BDSM works best when there is trust between the Dom/sub and part of that trust is in the form of consent. For Lincoln to basically manipulate Alex to get up on stage and to do a scene with him just pissed me off. 

As the story goes on, I really felt like the MC's were all about the sex (which as I stated before is good) and not so much about an actual relationship. I just craved more from them outside of the bedroom. I also craved more tender moments. I realize that I might be in the minority here, but I just didn't feel more than the chemistry between them. Chemistry is a must have but I missed the connection between the two as well. Basically it came down to a matter of, just okay. I didn't love it, I didn't hate it. The kink wasn't my favorite but I enjoyed the tension it created. 

Would I recommend Touchdown to my friends? Probably not. However, I definitely think there are a lot of people who'll love this book. 

3.5 Stars! 

*Copy provided to Bayou Book Junkie by the author/publisher for my reading pleasure in hopes of an unbiased opinion, a review was not a requirement.*







T.S. McKinney lives in East Tennessee with her high school sweetheart/husband and all the countless dogs she picks up from deserted country roads. Her professional career has been in business but her heart has always belonged to the fantasy world found in books.
Creating wicked worlds where one can meet the perfect hero – and then do anything to him that you want – has been a hobby that has brought her plenty of hours of fun and naughty entertainment. When not working, reading, or writing, she loves to spend time with my family and forcing them (because they don’t really have another choice) to allow me to redecorate their houses…and listen to my naughty…sometimes sadistic stories.

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