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Blog Tour: Follow Me Always by Helen Hardt

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Blog Tour: Follow Me Always by Helen Hardt

He unleashed the darkness in her…but it might cost them both.

Billionaire Braden Black has one hard limit in the bedroom. He doesn’t talk about it, and he doesn’t engage in it. But when his lover, Skye Manning, begs him for it, he has to face facts—while he may be able to buy her anything, he can’t give her this. Though he loves her desperately, he’s starting to worry their relationship can’t continue.

Skye Manning has fallen down the rabbit hole and become captive to her needs. When Braden asks her why she desires something so dark, and she finds she can’t respond, she knows she’ll have to come up with those answers on her own. She’s willing, but she wants something in return—Braden’s complete honesty about his past.

Because Skye is convinced her needs, his limits…everything is tied to this one secret.

Start this amazing series off with DarklyFollow Me Darkly told from the hero’s point of view, or spice up your reading with Braden’s story any time while enjoying the Follow Me series.

Darkly (Book #1 in the hero’s POV) can be read and enjoyed in any order!

Reading order of Follow Me trilogy:
Book #1: Follow Me Darkly
Book #2: Follow Me Under
Book #3: Follow Me Always

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Excerpted from Follow Me Always, by Helen Hardt.

Entangled Publishing, 2021. Reprinted with permission.

“Why is everything black-and-white with you, Braden?”

“What makes you say that?”

“I asked you for something you didn’t want to give me. Instead of working it out, finding a compromise, you ended our relationship.”

“I wouldn’t have ended it if you could have answered my question.”

“Maybe I need your help to find the answer.”

“Do you?” he asks.

“I…don’t know. Maybe.”

He shakes his head. “You don’t. If you needed me, you wouldn’t have come here. To your hometown. You would have come to me.”

And it dawns on me then.

Maybe I don’t need him to find my answers.

But he needs me.

And he hates that he needs me. It disturbs him. It perplexes him.

“Stop fighting yourself, Braden,” I say.

“I don’t know how to.”

I lift my brow. Not the response I expected. I was thinking more along the lines of, You don’t know what you’re talking about, Skye.

Apparently I do know what I’m talking about.

As much as my own psyche confuses me sometimes, perhaps I know myself better than Braden knows himself.

“Will you come up with me?” he asks once again.

“My father—”

“Your father knows you’re an adult.”

“True, but—”

“Please, Skye. Come up with me. Make love with me.”

“You just said you weren’t asking me to have sex.”

“I’m not. I’m asking you to make love.”

“Meaning…?”

“Meaning just you and me. No toys. No games. No bindings and no commands. Just the act itself. I want to experience something special with you.”

“What’s so special about vanilla sex?” He pauses a moment, staring out the windshield, and finally, when I’m convinced he’s never going to speak again—

“I’ve never done it before.”

#1 New York Times, #1 USA Today, and #1 Wall Street Journal bestselling author Helen Hardt’s passion for the written word began with the books her mother read to her at bedtime. She wrote her first story at age six and hasn’t stopped since. In addition to being an award-winning author of romantic fiction, she’s a mother, an attorney, a black belt in Taekwondo, a grammar geek, an appreciator of fine red wine, and a lover of Ben and Jerry’s ice cream. She writes from her home in Colorado, where she lives with her family. Helen loves to hear from readers.

Visit her here:
http://www.helenhardt.com
http://www.facebook.com/helenhardt

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