Bound Together brought us the love triangle of Jared, Layla and Ollie. In Burning Up, they are all back. Come along with us on this journey and see what trouble these 3 get into...
Title: Burning Up
Author: Marie Coulson
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: November 1, 2013
Tour Host: Book Boyfriend Reviews
Scorching heat...
Erotic pleasure...
Intense passion...
Layla Jennings thought she had it all figured out. The right time, the right place and the right guy.
After leaving behind her life and friends in Long Beach, Layla must now walk the path she has chosen, hand in hand with the man who holds her heart.
As the flame of love continues to burn brightly, she discovers more about herself and the man she loves every day. But what happens if the fire goes out? What happens when half of your heart is across an ocean?
With the other man in her life unwilling to give up his fight for her, and a danger she is too blind to see, Layla must battle between the safe and steady journey she has embarked on and the one that leads to destinations unknown.
Erotic pleasure...
Intense passion...
Layla Jennings thought she had it all figured out. The right time, the right place and the right guy.
After leaving behind her life and friends in Long Beach, Layla must now walk the path she has chosen, hand in hand with the man who holds her heart.
As the flame of love continues to burn brightly, she discovers more about herself and the man she loves every day. But what happens if the fire goes out? What happens when half of your heart is across an ocean?
With the other man in her life unwilling to give up his fight for her, and a danger she is too blind to see, Layla must battle between the safe and steady journey she has embarked on and the one that leads to destinations unknown.
Walking through the crowds, I gazed out of the vast window at the sparkling lights of New York. “Does he know I’m here?” Daniel shook his head. “You asked me not to say, so I didn’t.
I’m really glad you’re here though. He’s been fucking miserable since we left Long Beach. Besides, with you here, I have someone to talk to and keep me from going crazy. Things are about to get real hectic at the company. You sure you know what I gave him a puzzled look and he smiled at me. “Guess not."
Daniel wasn’t just Jared’s driver; he was his friend, even if Jared didn’t realize it or choose to admit it. I felt that the two of us had also become friends. After all, he’d had my back so many times I’d lost count. When I’d been arrested, it was Daniel who’d called Jared and, as it turned out, broken several traffic laws to get to him. That awful night at Felix’s apartment would have ended a lot differently had Daniel not called Jared and warned him of our activity. I had a lot to thank him for and keeping him company during our time together, was the least I could do. I figured that it must be lonely work driving Jared around, sitting there, in the front seat, a screen between them. It all seemed awfully secluded, isolated and impersonal.
I was not going to be one of those high society girlfriends
that I saw in magazines and newspapers. The ones that look as though they have caramel stuck to the end of their noses and pout a lot when people speak to them. I was definitely not buying into the hype of that lifestyle. Daniel was stuck with me now, and I was determined to have some fun.
“Do we have to go straight to the apartment? Will he get
suspicious if you’re gone?”
He eyed me skeptically. “I guess not. I told him I had to run
errands and he’s been so distant, he just kinda nodded and
dismissed me. I could have been naked and dancing, and he
wouldn’t have noticed. He’s really not himself right now.”
My heart sank. My intense, hot mess, businessman was in
pain, and I was the cause. Bitch. I was desperate to see him and put him out of his agonizing misery, but I was also determined to get to know Daniel better. I was going to be spending a lot of time with him during the next few months and aside from Jared, he was the only person I knew in New York and I hardly knew him at all.
Reaching the exit, Daniel gestured to the shiny, sleek
Mercedes parked curbside. I smiled at the familiarity of it. He
opened my door and ushered me inside before running around to pack my case into the trunk. He got into the driver’s seat and glanced back, smiling at me. I leaned forward and rested my hand on his shoulder. “I’m starving. Dinner?”
He gave me a look that told me he was unsure if it was such a good idea. “I don’t know. I mean, aren’t you anxious to see him?”
I shook my head. I wasn’t anxious to see him; I was freaking
out from nerves and the more I worried, the harder my stomach churned. “Nope. I’m Hank Marvin and I need something to eat before I throw up from nerves.” He chuckled.
I nodded. “Yeah, you know, starving? I heard it on TV once.”
He threw his head back and laughed. “Since you put it that
way, I’d be happy to have dinner with you. There’s a burger joint just around the corner, or do you want something a little fancier?”
I shrugged. “I think, a nice juicy burger sounds awesome.”
* * * *
Sitting in the booth, I scanned my surroundings. New York
was a far cry from Pasadena or even Long Beach. It was almost eight in the evening, and the streets were still bustling with The burger bar was quiet though. It was one of those nineteen fifties diner types and had a jukebox playing in the corner. The waitress rolled over on her skates and placed the most enormous cheeseburger that I had ever seen in front of me. The smell of greasy food and the delicious vanilla from my creamy, ice-cold milkshake was a welcome scent. Every single bite of my meal was like a taste of heaven. I really was hungry. I hadn’t eaten properly in days and I finally had my appetite back. I was definitely looking forward to my first New York bagel, too. Bagels.
My heart plummeted into my stomach again and I suddenly
lost my appetite. My chest felt tight, and I could feel unshed tears I could only imagine how broken he was right now. I’d done a horrible thing and I’d done it over a text! It was selfish, cowardly, and I deserved whatever hate or anger he was feeling toward me. He hadn’t replied or called since, and I knew that we were not only done as lovers, but also as friends. He’d never forgive me now, and I didn’t deserve him to.
Daniel frowned at me. “You okay? You seem a little distracted. You’re not having second thoughts are you?”
Snapping out of my mood and forcing thoughts of Ollie out
of my mind, I shook my head. “No. I’m just a little tired from the
He smiled and took another big bite of his burger.
Pushing my plate away, I leaned back and cocked my head to the side. “So, I guess you’ll be keeping me company while Jared works, huh? I hope you don’t mind. I promise not to be high maintenance and to make it as much fun as I can.” He grinned and pushed his plate away, cleaning his hands on a napkin.
“It’s my job to take you wherever you want to go. Jared
doesn’t usually use the Mercedes unless he’s going to a formal dinner or social. He’ll take the Jag so that leaves me at your disposal. Shopping shows and sightseeing … I’m the man to take you there, with Jared’s permission, of course.”
Jared’s permission? I rolled my eyes and shook my head at
the statement. The whole time we’d been together he seemed to think he could dictate where I could go, how, and with whom. Things were going to change and for the better, I hoped.
“You leave Jared to me. I want to see everything, all the
sights this city has to offer, and Jared is not going to stop me
from having fun. I’m an adult and it’s time he started treating me
Daniel nodded, but I could see he was conflicted. “Well, if
anyone can handle him, I’d say you can. Speaking of Jared, we should probably get going. You ready for this?” I bit my lip and smiled. I was so ready I was practically giddy with anticipation. Rolling his eyes, Daniel paid for our meal, even though I’d begged him to let me and we made our way back to the car. I sat in the back because I needed a distraction as my nerves began to swarm in my stomach. “So where’s home for you Daniel?”
He looked at me in the rearview mirror.
“Illinois. I moved to California when my dad got transferred to another division of his company. I was about thirteen. My mom moved back to Illinois after the divorce, though. How about you?”
He nodded and smiled. “Small town boy, small town girl, and
here we are in the Big Apple. Have you ever been to New York I shook my head. “Other than San Francisco, I’ve never really traveled beyond Long Beach. You like it here? I mean, you must be here a lot with Jared and his business.”
He glanced in the mirror at me again, and I saw his eyebrows
furrow. “Can’t say I hate it or love it. It’s where I am. I have an apartment here that Jared pays for and I look at it as just another place I work. It’s not like I vacation here or anything. I’m on duty all week and some Saturdays, so I never really thought about whether I like it. I hardly know it. I’ve never seen the sights or anything else New York has to offer outside of the functions I
I felt bad for him and decided then, that I would do everything I could to make his time and mine in New York more fun.
“I guess we’re both gonna have to make New York home for
now. Stick with me, Dan. I intend to have lots of fun while I’m
He smiled and chuckled a little. “Dan?”
“Do you hate it?” He shook his head.
“I like it. Dan. Yep. You can call me Dan, Miss Jennings.”
I grinned and leaned forward to his seat. “And you must call
me Layla. Deal?” His smile widened. “Deal. Well, we’re here. I’ll get your bags and give you a minute to breathe. You look a bit
I looked at myself in the rear view. I was beet red. Nerves
were no longer swarming; they were twirling like a tornado in my
We’d pulled up in front of an impressive building. With its
white brick and elegant golden window frames, it was certainly extravagant and definitely expensive. One look at the name above the golden-framed glass door told me I was right. ‘Garrett Towers.’ It was one of Jared’s for sure.
My eyes immediately darted to the top floor where he would
no doubt have the penthouse. My heart did a little skip and my
Opening my door, Daniel smiled and held my bags in his
“Ready?” Now there was a question I couldn’t answer.
Ready to go up there? Absolutely.
Ready to see Jared? Oh good God, yes.
Ready to leave my old life behind and start my new one with
him? Well, that would come eventually. Wouldn’t it?
The doorman saw me exit the car and nodded at Daniel.
“Layton, this is Miss Jennings. She’s here to see Mr. Garrett.
Would you please grant her entry while I park the car?” The large and burly gentleman scanned me from head to toe as I stood awkwardly on the sidewalk. I bit my lip anxiously.
Opening the door, he smiled politely. “Of course. Right this
way. Let me take your bags for you, ma’am.”
Daniel grinned at me and nudged my arm, immediately pulling me from my dazed state. “You gotta go in there some time. He’s going to be thrilled to see you. Go on. Get in there, girl.”
I beamed back at him and threw my arms around his neck.
“Thank you so much, Dan. Wish me luck.” He snorted.
“You don’t need it. He’s crazy about you. I’ll catch you later.
Have a good night.” Giving me a wink, he got in the car and
drove away toward a large pair of iron gates, which I assumed, led to the parking lot beneath the building
Layton cleared his throat loudly. Giving him an apologetic
look, I followed him inside.The foyer was a gleaming white and the front desk was a beautiful ivory stone with gold trim. It matched the marble floor perfectly. I stood at the elevator and fidgeted mindlessly. When it finally chimed and the doors opened, I was so caught up in my thoughts; it startled me a little. I could hardly breathe as we entered, and as Layton reached for the keypad, I caught his hand in my own. “I just need a minute.” Taking a deep, calming breath, I held my nerve and nodded at him. He pressed the ‘P’ on the panel, and I hitched a breath as the doors closed and we
headed, rapidly, to the penthouse. Well, here we go.
Born and bred in Essex, England, Marie Coulson discovered her love of writing in her early teens. Beginning with poetry and song lyrics, she tried her hand at creative writing while studying for her English GCSE.
It was love at first line.
Unfortunately, Marie's career as a childcare and education practitioner soon took up most of her time and writing became something she only dreamed about.
In the summer of 2012 she quit her job and enrolled at university, ready to start a new career as a therapist. This left her with a lot of time on her hands and on August the 20th she sat down and wrote the first chapter of Bound Together.
Bound Together was a story that had been waiting three years to be written and when fingers hit the keyboard...Layla, Jared and Ollie's story was born.
Marie has since written and released two novels in the Bound Together series and a novella. Her romantic comedy novel Diary Of A Dieter has also received excellent reviews and is the debut novel in the Confessions series.
It was love at first line.
Unfortunately, Marie's career as a childcare and education practitioner soon took up most of her time and writing became something she only dreamed about.
In the summer of 2012 she quit her job and enrolled at university, ready to start a new career as a therapist. This left her with a lot of time on her hands and on August the 20th she sat down and wrote the first chapter of Bound Together.
Bound Together was a story that had been waiting three years to be written and when fingers hit the keyboard...Layla, Jared and Ollie's story was born.
Marie has since written and released two novels in the Bound Together series and a novella. Her romantic comedy novel Diary Of A Dieter has also received excellent reviews and is the debut novel in the Confessions series.
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Now our only question is... Which team will you choose?
Excerpt:
Chapter 1
The Big Apple
Walking through the
crowds, I gazed out of the vast window at the sparkling lights of New York.
“Does he know I’m here?”
Daniel shook his head.
“You asked me not to say, so I didn’t. I’m
really glad you’re here though. He’s been fucking miserable since we left
Long Beach. Besides, with you here, I have someone to talk to and keep me from
going crazy. Things are about to get real hectic at the company. You sure you
know what you’re in for?”
I gave him a puzzled look
and he smiled at me. “Guess not. Well, you’ll learn.”
Daniel wasn’t just Jared’s
driver; he was his friend, even if Jared didn’t realize it or choose to admit
it. I felt that the two of us had
also become friends. After all, he’d had my back so many times I’d lost count.
When I’d been arrested, it was Daniel who’d called Jared and, as it turned out,
broken several traffic laws to get to him. That awful night at Felix’s
apartment would have ended a lot differently had Daniel not called Jared and
warned him of our activity. I had a lot to thank him for and keeping him
company during our time together, was the least I could do. I figured that it
must be lonely work driving Jared around, sitting there, in the front seat, a
screen between them. It all seemed awfully secluded, isolated and impersonal.
I was not going to be one of those high
society girlfriends that I saw in magazines and newspapers. The ones that look
as though they have caramel stuck to the end of their noses and pout a lot when
people speak to them. I was definitely not buying into the hype of that
lifestyle. Daniel was stuck with me now, and I was determined to have some fun.
“Do we have to go straight
to the apartment? Will he get suspicious if you’re gone?”
He eyed me skeptically. “I
guess not. I told him I had to run errands and he’s been so distant, he just
kinda nodded and dismissed me. I could have been naked and dancing, and he
wouldn’t have noticed. He’s really not himself right now.”
My heart sank. My intense,
hot mess, businessman was in pain, and I was the cause. Bitch.
I was desperate to see him
and put him out of his agonizing misery, but I was also determined to get to
know Daniel better. I was going to be spending a lot of time with him during
the next few months and aside from Jared, he was the only person I knew in New
York and I hardly knew him at all.
Reaching the exit, Daniel
gestured to the shiny, sleek Mercedes parked curbside. I smiled at the
familiarity of it. He opened my door and ushered me inside before running
around to pack my case into the trunk. He got into the driver’s seat and
glanced back, smiling at me. I leaned forward and rested my hand on his
shoulder. “I’m starving. Dinner?”
He gave me a look that
told me he was unsure if it was such a good idea. “I don’t know. I mean, aren’t
you anxious to see him?”
I shook my head. I wasn’t
anxious to see him; I was freaking out from nerves and the more I worried, the
harder my stomach churned. “Nope. I’m Hank Marvin and I need something to eat
before I throw up from nerves.” He chuckled.
“Hank Marvin?”
I nodded. “Yeah, you know,
starving? I heard it on TV once.”
He threw his head back and
laughed. “Since you put it that way, I’d be happy to have dinner with you.
There’s a burger joint just around the corner, or do you want something a
little fancier?”
I shrugged. “I think, a
nice juicy burger sounds awesome.”
* * * *
Sitting in the booth, I
scanned my surroundings. New York was a far cry from Pasadena or even Long
Beach. It was almost eight in the evening, and the streets were still bustling
with people.
The burger bar was quiet
though. It was one of those nineteen fifties diner types and had a jukebox
playing in the corner. The waitress rolled over on her skates and placed the
most enormous cheeseburger that I had ever seen in front of me. The smell of greasy
food and the delicious vanilla from my creamy, ice-cold milkshake was a welcome
scent. Every single bite of my meal was like a taste of heaven. I really was hungry. I hadn’t eaten properly in days and I finally had my
appetite back. I was definitely looking forward to my first New York bagel,
too. Bagels. Coffee. Ollie.
My heart plummeted into my
stomach again and I suddenly lost my appetite. My chest felt tight, and I could
feel unshed tears begging to be released.
I could only imagine how
broken he was right now. I’d done a horrible thing and I’d done it over a text!
It was selfish, cowardly, and I deserved whatever hate or anger he was feeling
toward me. He hadn’t replied or called since, and I knew that we were not only
done as lovers, but also as friends. He’d never forgive me now, and I didn’t
deserve him to.
Daniel frowned at me. “You
okay? You seem a little distracted. You’re not having second thoughts are you?”
Snapping out of my mood
and forcing thoughts of Ollie out of my mind, I shook my head. “No. I’m just a
little tired from the flight.”
He smiled and took another
big bite of his burger.
Pushing my plate away, I
leaned back and cocked my head to the side. “So, I guess you’ll be keeping me
company while Jared works, huh? I hope you don’t mind. I promise not to be high
maintenance and to make it as much fun as I can.” He grinned and pushed his
plate away, cleaning his hands on a napkin.
“It’s my job to take you
wherever you want to go. Jared doesn’t usually use the Mercedes unless he’s
going to a formal dinner or social. He’ll take the Jag so that leaves me at
your disposal. Shopping shows and sightseeing … I’m the man to take you there,
with Jared’s permission, of course.”
Jared’s permission? I rolled my eyes and shook my head at the
statement. The whole time we’d been together he seemed to think he could
dictate where I could go, how, and with whom. Things were going to change and
for the better, I hoped.
“You leave Jared to me. I want
to see everything, all the sights this city has to offer, and Jared is not
going to stop me from having fun. I’m an adult and it’s time he started
treating me like one.”
Daniel nodded, but I could see he was conflicted. “Well, if anyone can
handle him, I’d say you can. Speaking
of Jared, we should probably get going. You ready for this?” I bit my lip and
smiled. I was so ready I was practically giddy with anticipation. Rolling his
eyes, Daniel paid for our meal, even though I’d begged him to let me and we
made our way back to the car.
I sat in the back because I needed a distraction as my nerves began to
swarm in my stomach. “So where’s home for you Daniel?” He looked at me in the
rearview mirror. “Illinois. I moved to California when my dad got transferred
to another division of his company. I was about thirteen. My mom moved back to
Illinois after the divorce, though. How about you?”
“Pasadena.”
He nodded and smiled. “Small town boy, small town girl, and here we are
in the Big Apple. Have you ever been to New York before?”
I shook my head. “Other than San Francisco, I’ve never really traveled
beyond Long Beach. You like it here? I mean, you must be here a lot with Jared
and his business.”
He glanced in the mirror at me again, and I saw his eyebrows furrow.
“Can’t say I hate it or love it. It’s where I am. I have an apartment here that
Jared pays for and I look at it as just another place I work. It’s not like I
vacation here or anything. I’m on duty all week and some Saturdays, so I never
really thought about whether I like it. I hardly know it. I’ve never seen the
sights or anything else New York has to offer outside of the functions I drive
Jared to.”
I felt bad for him and decided then, that I would do everything I could
to make his time and mine in New York more fun.
“I guess we’re both gonna have to make New York home for now. Stick
with me, Dan. I intend to have lots of fun while I’m here.”
He smiled and chuckled a little. “Dan?”
I blushed.
“Do you hate it?” He shook his head.
“I like it. Dan. Yep. You can call me Dan, Miss Jennings.”
I grinned and leaned forward to his seat. “And you must call me Layla.
Deal?” His smile widened. “Deal. Well, we’re here. I’ll get your bags and give
you a minute to breathe. You look a bit flushed.”
I looked at myself in the rear view. I was beet red. Nerves were no
longer swarming; they were twirling like a tornado in my stomach.
We’d pulled up in front of an impressive building. With its white brick
and elegant golden window frames, it was certainly extravagant and definitely
expensive. One look at the name above the golden-framed glass door told me I
was right. ‘Garrett Towers.’ It was one of Jared’s for sure.
My eyes immediately darted to the top floor where he would no doubt
have the penthouse. My heart did a little skip and my insides twisted.
Opening my door, Daniel smiled and held my bags in his hand.
“Ready?” Now there was a question I couldn’t answer.
Ready to go up there? Absolutely.
Ready to see Jared? Oh good God, yes.
Ready to leave my old life behind and start my new one with him? Well,
that would come eventually. Wouldn’t it?
The doorman saw me exit the car and nodded at Daniel. “Layton, this is
Miss Jennings. She’s here to see Mr. Garrett. Would you please grant her entry
while I park the car?” The large and burly gentleman scanned me from head to
toe as I stood awkwardly on the sidewalk. I bit my lip anxiously.
Opening the door, he smiled politely. “Of course. Right this way. Let
me take your bags for you, ma’am.”
Daniel grinned at me and nudged my arm, immediately pulling me from my
dazed state. “You gotta go in there some time. He’s going to be thrilled to see
you. Go on. Get in there, girl.”
I beamed back at him and threw my arms around his neck.
“Thank you so much, Dan. Wish me luck.” He snorted.
“You don’t need it. He’s crazy about you. I’ll catch you later. Have a
good night.” Giving me a wink, he got in the car and drove away toward a large
pair of iron gates, which I assumed, led to the parking lot beneath the
building
Layton cleared his throat loudly. Giving him an apologetic look, I
followed him inside.
The foyer was a gleaming white and the front desk was a beautiful ivory
stone with gold trim. It matched the marble floor perfectly. I stood at the
elevator and fidgeted mindlessly. When it finally chimed and the doors opened,
I was so caught up in my thoughts; it startled me a little. I could hardly
breathe as we entered, and as Layton reached for the keypad, I caught his hand
in my own. “I just need a minute.” Taking a deep, calming breath, I held my nerve
and nodded at him. He pressed the ‘P’ on the panel, and I hitched a breath as
the doors closed and we headed, rapidly, to the penthouse. Well, here we go.
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