Monday, December 12, 2016

BLOG TOUR, 5 STAR REVIEW & GIVEAWAY: Wound Tight (Made in Jersey #4) by Tessa Bailey


Today is our stop on the blog tour for Wound Tight by Tessa Bailey! Check out this fantastic new release and grab this sexy new contemporary fiction today! 


A sexy new M/M romance from New York Times Bestselling author Tessa Bailey 

When CEO Renner Bastion walks into a room, everyone keeps their distance. Well, everyone but the sarcastic, tattooed, Boston-bred security guard whose presence has kept Renner in New Jersey longer than intended. As if the unwanted attraction isn’t unsettling enough, Renner finds out his protector isn’t as unavailable as originally thought. 

Milo Bautista just came out to his wealthy, ultra-confident boss, a man he secretly respects and admires…in more ways than he’ll admit. Worldly, experienced Renner would never look in his direction, let alone share some of that confidence he wears like a cloak, so Milo has set his sights on someone else to be his first. 

 Until Renner offers him private lessons in seduction... 

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My Review

I received an advanced copy of this book with the promise of an honest review. 

Dear lord. Queen Tessa has done it again. I haven't read too many M/M books, but when I heard Tessa was going to be writing one, I just knew that it would be fantastic. And it was. 

Milo has been hired to keep Renner safe. They don't see eye to eye on things, but Milo has a away of making Renner do things he doesn't want to do. After Milo comes out to Renner and asks him for his help in preparing to meet the object of his affection, the two of them form an odd relationship. It's not that Milo doesn't know how to act around men, just men that he has the hots for. But it turns out Renner has been thinking of Milo in ways he definitely shouldn't be. Their "lessons" turn into this sexual tension filled scenes where you find yourself yelling things like "OH MY GOD JUST DO IT ALREADY!" or "YASSSSSSSSSSSS!" at your kindle. Or maybe it was just me. Case in point: 
Sorry about that.”
“Are you?”
Positive his face was an unnatural color, Milo closed his eyes. “What?”
He could feel Renner perusing him head to toe, maybe even lingering somewhere in the middle. “I told you I wouldn’t be your practice dummy for touching other men, but you didn’t agree, did you?” Morning air blew across Milo’s abdomen and he looked down, astonished to find Renner had dragged up his shirt. “Is that because you need taking care of?”
“That’s not why I did this,” Milo said in a rush, worried he might come in his pants. Over what? Having his shirt lifted a few inches? Calm down, man.
“No?” Renner’s middle finger circled his navel, and Milo stifled a moan. “Plans change, though, don’t they? Even when the new plan is a bad idea.”
Milo’s head was an echo chamber. Nothing was sticking and everything was amplified, including his arousal, which was bounding off the charts. All from that single finger rimming his belly button. Fuck. “Is it a bad idea?”
“Getting a taste of you? Yes. The worst one I can think of.” Milo was trying to decode those cryptic words when Renner’s finger left his stomach, the other man lying back, his jaw riddled with tension. “Maybe it’s better if you do the exploring.”
“On you?” Milo breathed the question, a thrill racing down his spine. “Touch you?”
Renner’s answer was a lazy lifted eyebrow. Permission.
I need to fuck. I need to fuck. True facts. But the need for release was lost in conflicting images. His usual method of intercourse was with a woman or alone. So, yeah, he needed to get off so damn bad, but the objective was one thing; reaching that point was another. As in, he had no experience obtaining it this new way. Not to mention, he was getting way ahead of himself. Renner had said touching. Touching. And Milo could no more stop his hand from lifting, from resting on Renner’s stomach, than he could turn the sky purple on command.
“What do you want to do?” Renner asked, his jaw noticeably tight.
Wind rushed through the trees above them, shaking some dew loose. “Look,” Milo managed. “I want to look at you.”
“I don’t see anyone stopping you.”
Garnering his courage, Milo pulled Renner’s shirt up, just enough that he could lean down and see…damn, so many good things. Renner’s stomach, which was nothing like Milo had expected. He’d thought Renner would be smooth, carefully maintained, but the happy trail he found instead was ridiculously masculine, disappearing into the waistband of his sweatpants. He pushed the shirt a couple inches higher and found toned muscles, nice cut ones above Renner’s hips, all beneath a layer of solid man flesh. Renner obviously did what he could between long working hours, and shit, it had paid off. But he wasn’t trying to be on the cover of a beefcake calendar and somehow, yeah, that got Milo even more turned on.
Pulse chugging in his temples, Milo spread a hand over Renner’s belly and traced it up beneath the shirt, amazed when Renner hissed a breath. “I want to taste you. Here.”
“Do it before I change my mind.”
Propelled by hunger, Milo moved fast, sliding down Renner’s side. He took a front-row look at Renner’s abdomen, memorizing the hollows, the way it dipped and shuddered. And then he dived in, suctioning his mouth just to the right of Renner’s happy trail, before tracking down, down with his tongue. Then across and back up. No rhyme or reason, just getting as much of that masculine taste as he could before it got taken away. His heart was slamming into his ribs, and he was starved—starved. His shoulder encountered Renner’s stiffness and Milo groaned, his mouth growing more frantic at the evidence of being wanted in return.
Oh my God, I’m touching Renner Bastion. Thought it was impossible.
“You’re out of control,” Renner growled, shoving his fingers into Milo’s hair. “I shouldn’t love that so much, right? Shouldn’t want to push you lower and see if you’ll be this eager with a mouthful?”
Do it. He couldn’t say the words out loud because that would require stopping. And he was frantic to lick, to gather the moisture that coated Renner’s stomach.
Moisture?
Milo lifted his head, and only then did he feel the rain. Not just rain, though. It was a fucking downpour.
And that is just the tip of the iceberg with these two. In a dressing room (seriously...if you were to say those two words to anyone who read this book you would probably get the same reaction of "Yeah I needed some alone time after reading that.") Outside  the bowling alley against a fence. In Renner's office. Inside a club. And most of all in private, when they drop the whole "lesson" thing and are together because they want to be. HOLY. CRAP. I mean, christ on a cracker, these two were hot. 

But underneath it all, there is a wonderful story about acceptance. It's one thing to be fine with yourself, but you have to be able to accept the way others see you. And in Renner's case, it has to do with his business. I loved Milo's "screw 'em if they can't accept you for you are" approach and while it took Renner a while to come on board with that, it hit him like a freight train when it did. These two were just perfect for each other. And bonus points to Tessa for this passage: 
How you like them apples? 
Jesus. Thanks to Milo, he was even starting to think in a Boston accent. The man who’d ordained himself Renner’s personal one-man security detail without permission was more Boston than Mark Wahlberg at a fucking Red Sox game. Wearing Paul Revere’s hat.
As someone who was born and raised in Massachusetts, I appreciated the hell out of that.  

If you are a Tessa Bailey and Made in Jersey series fan, you should definitely read this book. And if you are a fan of the M/M genre, you should read this book. Basically if you are a human being who likes to read, you should read this book. This is easily one of my favorite books of 2016. Everything about it was fantastic. Duke and Sam are still ridiculously adorable. I loved Sam and Renner's brother/sister relationship and I found myself laughing out loud at their interactions. I also enjoyed seeing Duke and Vaughn reactions to basically everything Milo and Renner related. I can't wait to get some check-ins in the future. 





Tessa Bailey is originally from Carlsbad, California. The day after high school graduation, she packed her yearbook, ripped jeans and laptop, driving cross-country to New York City in under four days.

Her most valuable life experiences were learned thereafter while waitressing at K-Dees, a Manhattan pub owned by her uncle. Inside those four walls, she met her husband, best friend and discovered the magic of classic rock, managing to put herself through Kingsborough Community College and the English program at Pace University at the same time. Several stunted attempts to enter the work force as a journalist followed, but romance writing continued to demand her attention. 

She now lives in Long Island, New York with her husband of nine years and four-year-old daughter. Although she is severely sleep-deprived, she is incredibly happy to be living her dream of writing about people falling in love. 

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