HARD by Cheryl McIntyre Release Day Blitz


Title: HARD

Author: Cheryl McIntyre

Release Date: March 20, 2015


HARD Synopsis:


I have been staring at her for three months. Watching her. Memorizing her.


For ninety-two days, I’ve looked into those lifeless green eyes.


And for ninety-two days she has inspired me in ways I never knew possible. A muse, unbeknownst to her. Motivating me. Encouraging my darkest desires.


I’m a man who knows what he wants. And what I want is the beautiful and broken Holland Howard.


My name is Jensen Payne—photographer, autocrat, lecher, Scopophiliac. I am who I am and I will not—cannot—change.



*This is an Erotic Romance. Recommended for readers 18+ ONLY.

WARNING: This book contains possible emotional triggers.

HARD is a full-length stand-alone erotic romance novel (approximately 50,000 words). 



OMG...Seriously..if the synopsis doesn't MAKE you want to read it... maybe this will...

***obsession doesn't release you after you've had a taste. NO. Not even close. It pulls you in, dousing your already burning desire with gasoline. You can stop, drop, and roll all you want. You can walk away with your ass in flames. It doesn't matter Once it has you, you're fucked.***

Hard grabbed ahold and didn't let go, and it was SO very different than I thought it would be. It is the story so many nightmares are made of. I can testify to that. In all seriousness, YES, I can attest to that. I completely understand where Holland (the main heroine, and yes, in my book she is a heroine) is coming from, and can only wish I had found my own Jensen Payne (the "hero") all those years ago.
The writing is excellent. Absolutely gut wrenchingly good. I balled...yep, I was emotionally exhausted when I finished this book. Could have been the triggers she warned about, but it was so devastating at points that I just had to go hide from the rest of my family, just to be able to sob in peace. Even writing this review I am STILL teary eyed.
Thank you for the beautiful story of love and loss and Payne, yes even the cleansing pain and the overwhelming joy of finally living.

I thank God every day that I now have 2 beautiful, healthy children, even when they drive me insane.
Once you read this story you'll understand.

An Amazing 5 Stars 


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Cheryl McIntyre is the author of the bestselling Sometimes Never series, as well as the Dirty series, Infinitely, and Dark Calling.  


She calls Ohio home, though she secretly dreams of living somewhere much warmer--preferably near a beach.  She is a mother, author, and insomniac, as well as a reader, self-proclaimed movie critic, and incredibly bad singer. Her life revolves around four things: family, music, books, and really bad scary movies.


You can follow her author page on Facebook where she lives part time. On Goodreads—which is like crack for avid readers. On Twitter, though she has still not yet mastered the art of tweeting. On tsū.  Or on her website.




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HARD by Cheryl McIntyre Excerpts:

I have been watching her for three months.

For ninety-two days, I’ve looked into those lifeless green eyes. Let my gaze slide over her flawless, pale skin. Fantasized about her luscious lips.
For ninety-two days she has inspired me in ways I never knew possible. A muse, unbeknownst to her. Motivating me. Encouraging my darkest desires to life through my work. Just when I was so close to giving up, surrendering to my unchangeable fate, I spotted her, and haven’t been able to look away since.
I don’t think she has a clue that my eyes find her the moment I step into this establishment. She’s oblivious to the way I always sit at the same table—the one with the best view of the bar. Of her. Unaware I spend my evenings watching her.

Memorizing her. Inch by exquisite inch.

Her soft beauty and innocent naivety keeps me coming back. Over and over, since the day she first served me. My cock grows hard beneath the shelter of the table as she strides toward me, her breasts bouncing lightly with each step. My arousal has nothing to do with sexual gratification. Though she has a beautiful body, curvy in all the places a man’s hands like to grip, and hold, and conquer, I’m turned on by the way she makes me feel inside. By the strength and craving and ambition she has unknowingly restored in me.
A man’s wet fantasy. A woman’s aspiration. My divine intervention.

“Take off your clothes.” My voice is gravelly and I hardly recognize it. I’ve imagined how she looks naked a million different times. Dreamt of this moment more than I can count. My hands circle around the device clutched in my grip, squeezing firmly.

One auburn brow arches as if in challenge, a silent remark to my lack of polite request. I mimic her, cocking my o

wn brow, but give her nothing else. Manners don’t belong in the bedroom. This is who I am and I do not apologize for it.

I ask once—and only once. I offer a choice and they make their decision. After that, it’s my way. Anybody who doesn’t agree is free to leave. I don’t want her to go—I’ve waited far too long for this—but I am who I am and I will not—cannot—change.

She threw me off with the striptease and the drink. And that kiss. That hot as hell, fucking kiss. But I’ve had enough questions and more than enough storytelling for one night. Talking like this, sharing my personal shit—I don’t do it. I bind. I photograph. And I fuck. There’s no point in anything else.

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