Tuesday, April 15, 2014

Faith Andrews Blog Tour



Mia Murphy may be married to the man of her dreams. But the man in her dreams is the one that got away—her high school crush.

Mia’s stuck in a rut, just like every other stay-at-home mom, and the only thing saving her from her monotonous routine is her perfect husband, Declan. He’s gorgeous, he adores her, and the man stole her heart with his sexy singing voice. Mia feels like the luckiest girl in the world, until she discovers that Mr. Perfect is not Mr. Faithful. Mia is devastated. Everything she once believed about Declan and their marriage is now covered in a big cloud of doubt and regret. On impulse, she kicks the cheating bastard out, pushing them into a separation that could mean the end of the picture-perfect couple.

But when Mia receives an invitation to her high school reunion, she finds herself abandoning the present for the oh-so alluring pull of the past. Although her heart still belongs to her husband, inescapable thoughts of her crush, Noah, resurface. And ten years later, Noah isn’t afraid to make his move. When the build-up of fantasies and ‘what ifs' comes to a head, sparks fly and it’s Mia’s turn to question if her marriage is everything she wants out of life. Searching for answers, Mia dives head first into dating Noah, falling further away from her husband and closer to her old flame.

But Declan’s not giving up so easily. Mia is his one and only and he’s not about to let another man win her heart.
4.5 Groupies Stars
Reviewer: Nicole

 I actually read Faith Andrews Keep Me first and loved it, so I immediately one-clicked Man of My Dreams afterwards. This book is not at all what I was expecting. I really enjoyed it and loved that everything in it was so realistic. You really feel for all the characters and can understand why they make the decisions they do. This is Mia's story about the Man of Her Dreams, just who exactly that is, is the question!

I like that we got a couple chapters from Declan's POV, but I want more!  I loved getting into his head and understanding why he did what he did. I was extremely pissed at him at one point but after reading what happen thru his eyes that anger started to disappear. I hadn't totally forgiven him but I can reason with why what happened, happened. Life and love isn't always easy and sometimes it's easiest to just give in and let go even if it's not the best decision.

I also enjoyed that we got a look at both the past and present in alternating chapters. However when things started to get "messy" in the present I really wanted to skip and see what was going to happen next, but I held back and I'm glad I did because each chapter about the past gives us insight to why things are happening in the future. 

This is a book that tugs at your emotions. You feel love, angry, and sadness. It was a blast from the past and brought back so many memories from the 90s with popular songs and fads. I would definitely recommend this book and can't wait to see what the author comes out with next. I am a huge fan and will be one-clicking future books.



Sexy, tatted up, underwear model Marcus Grayson is every girl’s dream—or more likely worst nightmare. He’s a player, a self-proclaimed bachelor for life, and he’s got no problem living up to his man-whore status. But when his older sister’s friend comes back from the past, he may just have the chance to turn some of his adolescent fantasies into reality. 

Tessa Bradley is a self-sufficient, take-no-bull, single mother—well, now she is. Finally rid of her abusive, alcoholic ex, she’s making a new life for herself and catching up with old friends; the ones she was forced to break ties with because of her controlling husband. When she runs into Marcus, her friend Riley’s once-adorable turned smoking-hot little brother, she has no idea how he’s about to rock her world.

 4.5 Groupies Stars
Reviewer: Nicole

This was such a great book! I am in love with Marcus Grayson. I was hooked from the first chapter and finished the book very quickly. I loved the writing style and will be bumping Faith Andrews other book up on my reading list. 

Everyone needs to meet Little Marcus Grayson, although he's not so little anymore. He's a cocky, hot, muscled, and tattooed model. When we first meet Marcus he's a man whore and he loves his lifestyle. Usually I can't stand guys like this but it is hard to not love him. He owns who he is and is hilarious. I was laughing throughout the book at things that came out of his mouth or thoughts in his head. However all that change when Tessie Spano aka Tessa Bradley walks back into his life.

Tessa is a single mother, who's ex husband was a total ignorant a**. He was controlling and abusive. She finally gets away from him and wants to start over and find the old Tessa. She has started a new job at a talent agency and is finally starting to move on. 

Tessa runs into her old best friend's little brother Marcus, but like I said before he's not so little anymore.  There is definitely attraction between the two.  Marcus also happens to be a model for the talent agency Tessa is working. There is an undeniable sexual attraction between the two, but there is also more real feelings. However both of there pasts threaten to tear them apart. They also have to deal with Marcus's meddling sister. Can Marcus leave his playboy lifestyle in the past? Can Tessa open her heart and trust again? You ll have to read to find out!

This is one book you have to read not only is the story line great and well written but there is lots of HOT SEX, and I mean hot, including concert and motorcycle f**king, I'm a huge fan of both Marcus and Tessa and was rooting them one the entire time, but I also love the secondary characters. I really hope we get to read more about Riley. Seriously this is on book you NEED to one click when it releases!

I didn’t feel like such a “good girl” as I was grinding my ass into Marcus on the dance floor

singing along to Robin Thicke. But the lines were certainly becoming blurred and my vision

pretty hazy. This night was turning into a lot of fun. Marcus and I were having a lot of fun. Even

if it was becoming that kind of will-we-regret-this-tomorrow kind of fun.

“Hey sexy, need another drink?” The two of us halted our inappropriate display to see

Jenifer, the one with one ‘N’ not two as she always had to correct, taking it all in.

“Nah, Jen we’re good. Right, sexy?”

Good was one word for it. So was intoxicated, plastered and drunk-off-my-face.

“Mmmhhhm. How ‘bout water?”

“Someone’s going to have a nasty hangover in the morning.” Jenifer all but sang.

Dismissing Jen and her one ‘N,’ Marcus looped his arm around my neck. “Yeah, not if I

can help it. Come on, babe, let’s get you some water.” Marcus ushered me back to our table with

a protective grip.

He left me there to head to the bar and when I finally sat down, things really started to

spin. Like Tilt-a-Whirl at Coney Island spin. I took a napkin and patted my face, leaning forward

and trying to fight the nausea that was making its way up.

“Here. Drink this. You don’t look too good.”

I glanced up, expecting to meet eyes with Marcus, but instead was greeted by Seth, a

design engineer at GX. “Thank you!” I blurted out before gulping down the entire ice-cold

contents of the glass and slamming it back down on the table.

“You okay, Tessa? Need a ride home?”

Did I need a ride home? Hmm, something to ponder. I hadn’t been with a man

since…and come to think of it, Seth was pretty hot. Jesus, Tessa. Tame yourself. He’s trying to

be a gentleman and you’re all desperate and horny.

“No, I think I’m okay. Nothing another glass of water won’t fix.”

Marcus appeared out of nowhere. “Well, then aren’t you glad I brought you another,

pretty girl? Thanks, Seth. I can take if from here.”

 “Can you, Marcus? ‘Cause I’m pretty sure the shots you were feeding her are what got her

where she is right now.”

The two men stared at each other as if a sparring match was about to start any second—a

duel, a quarrel, a showdown to prove whose goddamn water was better.

“Save it, Seth. I would never do anything to hurt Tessa. She’s a friend. I’ve known her since

I was a kid.”

And there it was. That was sobering. No matter how much fun we were having out there

pretending and flirting, the truth was that I was just a friend. Was I a moron to think that Marcus

the Stud could really see me as anything other than his older sister’s gal pal?

“You know what, Seth. I might just take you up on that offer. Let me just grab my purse


“Whoa, whoa, whoa! Hold up. What just happened here?” Marcus’s eyes narrowed to slits

as he appraised the situation.

“You heard her, Marcus. She’s ready to go home.”

“Shut up, Seth,” he said without taking his eyes off mine. “We were having a good time.

What’s the matter? Did I do something wrong?”

“Nope, not at all. You’re my friend and friends should be allowed to have a good time

together without worrying about who the other goes home with. Right, friend?” I didn’t know

why I was getting so bent out of shape. I had no right to make it like we were anything more

than friends, but for some reason hearing Marcus call me that to a man who seemed interested in

being more than just friends. . .it just burned my ass.

“Seth? Does the offer still stand?”

Without speaking a response, Seth reached for my hand and started to lead me toward the


Until Marcus’s tattooed hand clamped down on his shoulder. “Fat chance, fucko. I wouldn’t

let her go home in that condition with anyone. That wouldn’t make me a good friend at all. So

goodnight, Seth. She’ll see you in the office on Monday.”

“You two have issues. Hope you make it home in one piece.” Seth turned away, his interest

instantly caught by the drink-toting Jenifer. And here I thought he was a gentleman. He was only

looking for someone to go home with.

I spun around, slightly embarrassed. Okay. More like utterly mortified.

“What was that all about? You really wanted to go home with that douche?”

I closed my eyes in an attempt to collect my scattered thoughts, the ones that were sprinkled

all around me in a mess of confusion because of the man standing in front of me. “Forget it,

Marcus. I’m drunk and tired and I just want to go home. I’m calling a cab.”

“First of all, please drink this. Second of all, you’re not going home in a cab at this hour all

alone. Third of all, look at me.”

Look at him? Why? So he could melt me again? Make me feel all these crazy, irrational

things I wasn’t supposed to be feeling about him? Without looking at him, I politely took the

water from his hands, drained the glass and then started toward the exit again. This time alone.

As I stepped outside, the fresh, crisp air of the spring night nipped at my bare shoulders and

swayed in my hair. I felt his hand at my waist.

“Wait, Tessa. Please. What did I do?”

“Nothing! You did absolutely nothing!” The alcohol was really making me seem bi-polar.

I was suddenly angry at all the nothing that was taking place around us. He did nothing while

making me feel a whole lot of something.

Marcus just stared at me as my chest heaved. I was breathless and trying to regain some

semblance of normalcy. His gaze went from concerned to heated in an instantaneous rush of

something I simply couldn’t explain.

I stood with my back against the brick wall of the club as Marcus wrapped his fingers in my

hair and pinned me back. Unable to move, unable to speak, I just waited. His lips crushed mine

with the most intense want I ever felt from a man. Maybe I was wrong about the friend thing

after all. Add blind and dumb to the list of things alcohol did to me.

It felt like time had stopped and the world ceased to spin as his tongue tasted mine and his

lips worked their magic. My body became one with the wall, my mouth and limbs controlled

only by Marcus’s touch. His tongue prowled inside of me, as if exploring and discovering

something for the very first time. His hands roamed—my face, my arms, my chest and my hips.

Our kiss grew more and more intense and the delicious flicks of his skillful tongue had me on the

brink of whimpering right there on the sidewalk. Little Marcus Grayson was a fantastic kisser.

Holy shit! I’m kissing Little Marcus Grayson.

“Stop. We can’t.” I pulled away, biting my lip. I didn’t exactly want to stop, but it was

probably the right thing to do.

“Oh my God, Tessa. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.” His grey eyes

sparkled with satisfaction.



His finger was at my lips now, grazing the swollen flesh. “Seriously.”

About Faith Andrews:

Faith Andrews lives in New York where she is happily married to her high school sweetheart. They have two beautiful daughters and a furry Yorkie son, Rocco. If she isn't listening to Mumford & Sons or busy being a Dance Mom, her nose is in a book or the laptop. She's a sucker for a happily ever after and believes her characters are out there living one somewhere.


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