Make Me Believe
by Karen Ferry
Believe #1
Publication Date: July 6, 2015
Genres: Contemporary, New Adult, Romance
Sometimes, a chance meeting is just the push you need in order to break free from the darkness within…
But then I meet Daniel, who’s such a geek, and definitely not the kind of guy I’d normally take an interest to. He’s the shy, quiet type, but with such a charming smile, and he makes my heart race – something I’ve never experienced before.
Daniel has his own issues to work through, and I know my hardened heart shouldn’t melt when he looks at me. I really shouldn’t be falling for him, either, but somehow, he manages to tear down my walls, and I’m scared…because once he learns my secrets, he’ll want nothing to do with me.
All I know is that Daniel makes me feel things that I have never felt before – but do I dare let down my walls and confide in him?
Will I let him be my first kiss?
This is my story, and I’ll reveal everything in my own sweet time…
Just don’t expect all the hearts-and-flowers stuff.
Life is messy, and mine is no different…
INSPIRED BY TRUE EVENTS
***Due to possible ‘triggers’ and adult situations (yes, there is lots of sex in this book) it is not recommended to persons under the age of 18.
Excerpt
Emma
His
hands roam my back, trailing a whisper-soft touch down my back until
they land on my butt. When he squeezes the cheeks tightly, I can’t
hold back the low moan that breaks free from my mouth, but I don’t
even want to. For once, I want to be free of everything . . . my past
. . . my future . . . but definitely not my present.
“What
are you so frightened of?” he asks me and buries his head in my
hair. Hearing him inhale deeply makes my skin break out in goose
bumps.
“That
you’ll push me before I’m ready and I’ll end up spilling all my
sordid secrets to you . . . ,” I confess on a tremor that I have no
doubt he can feel. My palms sweat. My core clenches. My heartbeat
quickens. Everything inside me feels as if it is being awakened from
a deep sleep, allowing me to truly feel everything for the
first time.
He
moves slowly away from me, but not so far that I can’t feel his
minty breath fanning across my lips. He hesitates for a few beats
before growling, “I’m going to kiss you now, and don’t you dare
pull away and run away from me. We clear?”
Hearing
the sudden demand in his voice, I simply nod, slightly surprised by
the change in his manner, and I wet my lips. Agonisingly slow, as if
he wants to savour this moment, he draws ever nearer until, finally,
his lips brush against mine in a featherlike touch. As soon as I feel
them on mine, my body erupts in a powerful flame, and the tingling
from before intensifies. His lips brush mine once . . . twice . . .
three times, lingering a bit longer each time. When he ends the last
one by sucking my lip ring into his warm mouth, allowing my lips to
taste more of his, I can’t stand the gentleness any longer.
Wrenching my arms free from around his neck, I stand up on my toes,
and grab his face, needing to be kissed by this man so desperately.
Finally, I slam my mouth onto his, close to combusting with longing
for a taste.
Ho-ly
. . . fuck!
Groaning,
Daniel crushes me to his chest, angles his mouth to fit better to
mine, and when I feel his warm tongue probing my lips, asking for
permission to enter, I open my mouth on a deep sigh, allowing his
tongue to find and tangle with mine. I’m not sure who first sighs
in passionate relief, him or me, but all thoughts evaporate when he
starts sucking on my tongue, and I’m burning up from within.
Then
we become lost in each other and the pleasure, both giving and taking
in equal measure. All that matters is our mouths, our tongues, our
teeth, and we can’t seem to get close enough. Nothing but this
immeasurable heat touches us. We’re in our own small bubble,
drinking from one another, and I don’t think I want to come up for
air ever again.
Daniel
moves one hand from my arse, across my hip, and quickly pulls up my
top until he’s touching me, skin to skin. His touch sears through
me, making me tear my mouth from his on a gasp. Breathing heavily, he
doesn’t stop his sensual assault but merely trails open-mouthed
kisses all the way from my chin to my ear and back again. He repeats
this over and over before gently sucking on my ear-lobe, causing my
knees to buckle, and I grab onto his arms to hold on for dear life.
In a bold move, his right hand moves from across my waist to my navel
and up my ribcage until his hands brushes the underside of my
breasts. Feeling my nipples harden, I lift my right leg and wrap it
around his hip, causing my pussy to rub against his cock straining
against his jeans. Pressing into me on a deep growl, he kisses down
my neck, and I tilt my head to the side, allowing him better access.
My eyes feel so heavy that I have no other choice but to let them
fall shut, fully immersing myself in the pleasure coursing through my
entire being at this significant moment of my life.
My
first kiss . . . Yep, there’s fireworks, the angels are singing,
and all that crap. Just like all the books say…
My
senses are on overload. My pulse beats frantically. My pussy begs for
release. Deep inside my head, I know I’m not ready to take this all
the way -- this is Daniel, after all, and not some random
one-night-stand. I want this . . . whatever this is to be
significant. To not be some quick shag only meant to satisfy a
physical need for a few minutes.
With
Daniel, I want . . . more. I want the fairytale . . . the
happy-ever-after I have never, not once, believed in since I was ten
years old . . . until now.
My Review
This book is so amazing that I don't even know where to begin with my review. Hm, ok, let's start with the characters..
Emma is 23 but has never been kissed. She has had one night stands, but has never let any of those men kiss her. Emma is haunted by her past and though she doesn't let it define her, it does stay with her and she doesn't want to form relationships because of it. She no longer believes in love.
Emma as a character is sassy and quite the firecracker. She's a tattooed beauty who is a quite the contradiction. She loves dark, heavy make-up yet she loves glitter, color, and a bit of sparkle in her wardrobe.
Daniel on the other hand is her complete opposite. He's geeky, but cute...He's also a virgin. He's naive, but intelligent and quite the adorable, swoonworthy guy.
I loved this complete opposite pairing and it was the first book I read where the roles were reversed and the guy was the geeky virgin instead of the girl. I was also completely intrigued by Emma's story. At the beginning she hints to something from her past haunted her but never comes out and says what it is. Of course I loved this book and everything about it, but I would've kept reading to get to the bottom of Emma's mystery either way.
Ferry takes readers on an emotional journey full of healing, friendship, and love. This book is raw, it is real, and it is beautiful. Ferry's writing drew me in and I was completely immersed in this book and these characters. By the time I finished this book I BELIEVED. I believed in love and happily ever afters. I also believed in second chances. Make Me Believe touched me and it's a book that will always remain with me. This book is absolutely incredible. There were moments I just wanted to curl up with a tissue and just ugly cried but then there were moments I couldn't stop myself from laughing out loud.
This is the first book I've read by Karen Ferry and it will not be the last. I definitely recommend Make Me Believe to all you lovely readers out there.
★★★★★
About Karen Ferry
Karen Ferry is a thirty-something writer, wife to a quiet, laidback man, and mother to a gorgeous, stubborn, redheaded girl who keeps her parents on their toes.
Karen tends to have a short fuse if she does not get a proper caffeine fix first thing in the mornings, but she is, in fact, a gentle person deep down.
Karen loves Italian food and wine, travelling, and spending time with her family. When she is not writing, she reads – her favourite genres are New Adult, Contemporary Romance, Erotica and Romantic Suspense. She can never get enough of romance. Or of too many book boyfriends, either.
Even though Karen is Danish, she has always felt more at ease writing stories in English, and she has not read a book in her native tongue in over ten years.
She can be very outspoken and a complete fan girl of other authors online but will, in fact, be very shy once she meets you in person.
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