Tuesday, October 4, 2016

Virtual Tour - Neil (Uncompromising, #2) by Sybil Bartel

NEIL 
Uncompromising, #2
by Sybil Bartel
Publication date: August 22nd 2016
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance

From The Book Junkie Reads . . . NEIL (Uncompromising, #2) . . .
UNCOMPROMISING was putting it mildly. Neil was a dick, an ass, a jerk, a neanderthal, a bone-headed alpha Viking. Like him, hate him, or just be indifferent was hard to pin point. It was hard to nail it down to just one way. I did all and then some as I read this one.


Now Ariel was strong, edgy, determined, sensible (mostly), and very protective of her son. She knew that her ex showing up out he blue was going to be trouble. Just not to the depth of trouble she found herself in. This was nail-biting intense. 

The Viking thing again was a moment-to-moment thing for me. Vikings can just rub the wrong way and Neil was no exception. I was with him in moment then ready to beat him another. Then the way that he kissed Ariel. Now, the man had my attention in more ways than one or two. He did not take over Talon's place in my heart but he did earn a honorable mention. 

Thanks Sybil, you wrote another that was male hotness and alpah-tastic. 
**This ARC was provided via Xpresso Book tours in exchange for an honest review.**

Uncompromising series:
Talon – Uncompromising, #1  SEE REVIEW
Neil – Uncompromising, #2
Andre – Uncompromising, #3 coming 2017
Roark – Uncompromising, #4 coming 2017

BLURB
Ex-Danish Military Special Forces, built like a legend, and uncompromising in every way—Neil Christensen didn’t walk into my life. The Viking-sized warrior crashed it like a hurricane.

The moment he showed up at my strip club, my life fell to shit. South Florida’s most ruthless motorcycle gang, the cops, the Feds—they all want something I don’t have, something the Viking took from me.

I thought I could run, but the motorcycle gang caught me. Now the only thing standing between me and an unmarked grave is a warrior I don’t trust.

I’m not afraid to die, but I am terrified of weathering the storm. Because when a Viking decides to unleash his fury, no one is going to come out unscathed.

**Warning: This book contains alpha heroes, offensive language, violence and sexual situations. Mature audiences only. 18+
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He threw the gear in park, cut the engine and opened his door. The cab filled with the sound of cicadas and I glanced around in a panic. Before I could think what to do, my door opened and he undid my seat belt.
“Get out.” His features were more austere than in the warehouse.
I trembled. “No.”
“Not a request.”
Viking was alpha, all alpha. He commanded everything but he’d never forced me to do anything. Anxiety licked at my conscience but I swung my legs out of the truck because showing fear was worse than defeat.
My feet hit the ground and I looked up at him with every ounce of defiance I had. “Now what?”
His shoulders dropped, he leaned toward me and his body language went from tensed restraint to liquid seduction in half a second. “Look up,” he gently commanded.
Was this a trick? Was he only pretending to not be mad? Reluctant to take my eyes off him, I glanced at the dark sky. “What about it?”
“What do you see?”
I swallowed past the tightness in my throat. “Night.”
“The moon and stars,” his low, quiet voice corrected.
I didn’t like this. Him gentle, making me look at the stars, this wasn’t the man who’d killed to save my life. “So?”
Huge, warm fingers wrapped around the back of my neck. “The same moon that was there last night.” He moved closer. “The same stars that will be there tomorrow night.”
His body heat curled around me like everything I’d ever wanted and I pushed back. “Is this some kind of proverb?”
“Same as the night sky, I was there yesterday and I will be there tomorrow.”
My throat closed up, my chest tightened and I fought tears. It was the single most beautiful thing anyone had ever said to me. And it was a complete lie. Syb3
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Author Info
I grew up in Northern California with my head in a book and my feet in the sand. I dreamt of becoming a painter but the heady scent of libraries with their shelves full of books drew me into the world of storytelling. I love the New Adult genre, but any story about a love so desperately wrong and impossibly beautiful makes me swoon.

I now live in Southern Florida and while I don’t get to read as much as I like, I still bury my toes in the sand. If I’m not writing or fighting to contain the banana plantation in my backyard, you can find me spending time with my handsomely tattooed husband, my brilliantly practical son and a mischievous miniature boxer…

But Seriously?
Here are ten things you probably really want to know about me.
I grew up a faculty brat. I can swear like a sailor. I love men in uniform. I hate being told what to do. I can do your taxes (but don’t ask). The Bird Market in Hong Kong freaks me out. My favorite word is desperate…or dirty, or both—I can’t decide. I have a thing for muscle cars. But never reply on me for driving directions, ever. And I have a new book boyfriend every week—don’t tell my husband.
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