Thursday, July 10, 2014

Vanquish by: S.J. McGran Blog Tour


Title: Vanquish (Triumph #1)
Author: S.J. McGran
Release Date: July 8, 2014
Genre: Contemporary/New Adult Romance

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Jared Roman has lived his entire life feeling unworthy, unwanted and unloved. He’s lived a life of abuse, addiction and abandonment. 

 Zhoe Dawson comes from a different world than him. She comes from money and social status. But with that comes the dictatorship her father runs. All Zhoe’s ever wanted is to break free of his rules, and to feel loved.

 When they learn Jared is the reason for Zhoe’s pain, her loss, and heartbreak he tries to walk away. 

 But, Zhoe offers him the one thing he’ll never be able to leave behind – her heart. 

 Can Zhoe’s love save him from his past? 
Can she help him conquer his fears and doubts?




Fun and a Little Sexy Teaser:

At least he can’t say I was giving mixed signals. I think it’s pretty obvious what I want at this point. I can’t wait one second longer. Done with his games, I decide to take things into my own hands.  Turning around I place my hands on his chest and shove. He only stumbles back a step or two before regaining his bearings.
            With my wrists locked in his large palms, he yanks on me until I’m flush with his body. He reaches up with one hand and brushes away the tears I didn’t even know were falling. I don’t even know why the hell I’m crying.  Sexual frustration, maybe? Is that a reason to cry?
            When Jared Roman has been haunting all of your sexual fantasies, giving you small glimpses of what he’s capable of but never giving you the real thing, I say yes. Sexual frustration is a damn good reason to cry.

Medium and Serious Excerpt

I stop breathing. Like literally, I stop fucking breathing, my heart feels like it’s going to explode out of my chest. This is it. This is the moment I tell her my deepest, darkest secret. “I just don’t deal with death well. Sorry.” Fuck. I’m such a goddamn coward.
            “I’m sorry I make you uncomfortable. I just want you to know about me, about my life. But, I won’t talk about him anymore,” Zhoe’s voice is strong, determined. I’m seriously an asshole. She’s trying to protect me and my feelings, when really my feelings don’t matter.
            “You can talk to me about anything, everything. I want you to.” I take a deep cleansing breath before rolling onto my side and looking into her bright blue eyes. “Zhoe, I have to tell you something.”
            I have no idea what look I’m wearing but whatever it is must be serious. Zhoe slides closer to me, her hand gripping mine tightly. Leaning forward I press my lips against her forehead, leaving them there for a minute – soaking in her scent, her warmth, her strength.
            “Jare?”
            As if God heard my undeserved prayer to prolong this moment, my time with Zhoe, the sky opens up. Rain beats down on us relentlessly as Zhoe screams and jumps to her feet. Quickly we gather our things and race down the path back to our car.
            The almost conversation forgotten – by Zhoe anyways. For now.

Super Sexy Excerpt

His lips are equal parts hard and soft. He tastes like mint, beer and man and it is addicting. Needing more, I press my mouth a little harder, opening a little more. I hear him groan, I feel it vibrate through his chest. I’m not even aware we were moving until my back hits a wall, but at some point he must have moved us across the dance floor to the other side of the bar.
He leans down just slightly, enough to grip my thighs in his strong hands, and hoists me up. Of their own accord my legs wrap around his waist. I don’t care that we’re in the middle of the bar, I don’t care that people I may know are here or that those same people are getting a free show.
All I care about is how sexy and delicate this man makes me feel, as he holds me in the air with one arm, the other running a titillating path along one of my thighs with his warm, calloused palm.
His mouth comes down on mine. He doesn’t hold back, he doesn’t hesitate. He knows exactly what he wants and he takes it. I’m helpless to his assault. Opening to him he takes my tongue in his mouth, sucking and stroking expertly. I feel like I’m drowning; his mouth is literally devouring mine. And I fucking love it.
My hands are wandering along his upper body, taking in his broad shoulders and thick biceps. Moving them back up I grip the hair at the back of his neck I pull his head back, the second his eyes meet mine I want to die. I would give anything to be able to blink my eyes and be somewhere else. I’d give anything to be in a bed based on the look in his eyes alone.
His dark brown irises are nearly black, his pupils dilated with his desire. He looks hungry, feral, like he could eat me alive and still not feel satisfied. My look must mirror his, then, because I feel the exact same way.

Fun and Flirty
“In the kitchen,” I yell back. I start to tell him I picked up dinner but when he walks around the corner all thoughts leave my brain, except one – I want him. Now.
Jared looks so fucking hot right now. All I want to do is jump his bones right there in the middle of his kitchen. I’ve never seen him dirty and tired from work, he always insisted on picking me up after he showered.
But, holy shit have I been missing out. I lick my lips like a starved woman as I take him in. He’s wearing tight jeans that cling to his impressive body perfectly, especially where they are torn giving a slight glimpse at his muscular thigh. His bright green T-shirt is covered in dirt but accentuates his tan; even the dirt smeared on his forehead and cheeks is sexy.
He looks like a man, I think to myself. This is what a man should look like when he comes home from work. Fuck a shirt and tie; he should come home dirty and exhausted – needing a woman to take care of him. And lucky me, I get to be that woman.
I have no idea how much time has passed but Jared quickly picks up on my mood as he leans back against the counter, crossing his legs and arms and quirking one eyebrow up at me. “Like what you see, beautiful?”


Born November 22, 1987, S.J. McGran is a new author with a penchant for writing, reading and reviewing romance novels.  She lives in Toledo, Ohio with her husband, cat and lots of siblings. 
She is a die-hard Detroit Tigers fan, and has a love for ice cream and pizza. 
Vanquish is the debut novel by S.J. McGran.

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Twitter: @SJMcGran

Email: sjmcgran@gmail.com









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