Blog Tour: Blackwood by Celia Aaron

January 12, 2017



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I dig. It’s what I do. I’ll literally use a shovel to answer a question. Some answers, though, have been buried too deep for too long. But I’ll find those, too. And I know where to dig—the Blackwood Estate on the edge of the Mississippi Delta. Garrett Blackwood is the only thing standing between me and the truth. A broken man—one with desires that dance in the darkest part of my soul—he’s either my savior or my enemy. I’ll dig until I find all his secrets. Then I’ll run so he never finds mine. The only problem? He likes it when I run.

Author’s Note: This is a mystery/suspense romance with violence and explicit sex. Trigger warning.

⭐⭐⭐⭐4.5 Stars ⭐⭐⭐⭐

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Wow Wow Wow!!!

I haven’t been on the edge of my seat while reading a book in a long time. I was like an addict trying to savor my hit and draw out the euphoria while thinking about the next time I can experience it all over again! This story was EVERYTHING. These characters were raw, passionate, and honest to a fault and I freakin LOVED every single thing about them.

“ I wanted his wildness, and his veiled passion. If only for this single moment, maybe I could feel something other than loneliness and the burning need to know the truth. 

Elise Vale is this close to getting her Ph.D in archeology. Seeing that her main focus is in Choctaw culture, she’s looking to start her dig at the Blackwood Estate. If she can accomplish that, she would be on the fast track to not only getting her degree but finding out what secrets the lies beneath the Estate. 

Will Elise discover more secrets than she’s prepared for? And what does the Estate has to do with a family a disappearance? 

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Garrett Blackwood is a man of very few words. No longer a history professor, he’s now a mysterious recluse that hates talking to new people. Namely the woman whose taking an interest in his property. But secrets and mystery has always been a part of his life and little does he know, he’s about to dig up some more. 

“I’ll enjoy your pain. I’ll use you, beat you and love every tear you she’d. I’ll get off on your fear. When you scream in terror, I’ll get harder. 

This story had so much plot twists that had my head was spinning and I LOOOOOVED it!! I cringed, I gasped, and I was invested in this story until the very end. This story was not only sexy, it had just the right amount of twists and darkness for all my mystery lovers. Garrett and Elise’s relationship was hot!! I’m not kidding you guys. The things that man said would get you pregnant ASAP! But what I really liked about them was that they moved at a slow pace and they took their time with each other which was refreshing. 

If you love this sexiness with a dash of mystery of and suspense, this one is for you guys. 

“Why are your nails black sometimes?” I took a bite of the most disgusting chicken salad sandwich I’d ever tasted.

“Sheriff Crow comes to visit and all of a sudden you’re chatty?” Garrett leaned against my doorframe and watched as I struggled to eat the “mayo with a side of chicken” sandwich.

“I’ve always been chatty. Now it shows because the drugs have worn off and I’m not in agonizing pain.” I put the sandwich down and focused on the potato chips instead. “You’re the non-chatty one.”

He tossed my phone onto the bed. “Maybe that’s for a reason, Red.”

“What reason?” I picked it up and swiped across the screen. No service. Shit.

“I told you when you got here that I wanted you out.” He sighed. “That hasn’t changed.”

I dropped the phone with a grimace and picked at my sandwich. “Okay. And I told you that I can’t wait to leave, so we’re on the same page. Why would those facts keep you from telling me why your fingernails are covered in filth sometimes?”

“It’s not filth.” He shook his head. “While you’re lying around eating my delicious food all day without lifting a finger, I’m working.”

“On what?” In all the research I’d done, I never found Garrett to have any real source of income other than timber and oil royalties on the Blackwood property.

“Why do you care?” He crossed his arms over his chest, the rolled up sleeves of his shirt revealing some dark ink snaking across his skin.

“Why won’t you tell me?”

“Why does it matter?”

I crunched the salty chips. “It wouldn’t matter if you weren’t so stubborn about not wanting to tell me. Now I have to know.”

“You’re calling me stubborn?” He arched a dark eyebrow.

“I see your hearing is working fine.” I plucked out another chip.

His lip twitched, a smile trying to form but failing. “You don’t even know me.”

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Celia Aaron is the self-publishing pseudonym of a published romance and erotica author. She loves to write stories with hot heroes and heroines that are twisty and often dark. Thanks for reading.

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