Review, Excerpt & Giveaway: The Spire by Kate Canterbary

 

Title: The Spire     Series: The Walsh Series #6
Author: Kate Canterbary     Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: December 13, 2016
Rebel, runner, recluse, rich girl.

Nine years ago, Erin Walsh ran away from everything.

Home.

Family.

Secrets.

Tragedy.

Herself.The only permanence in her life is catastrophe.She travels from country to country, chasing disaster, teasing fire, playing with poison. She guards against real connections, and shuns the only family she has left.She holds everyone—even her siblings—at a mile-long distance. It’s the only way to protect herself.But she can’t protect herself from him. He’s the ice to her fire, and he’s willing to sacrifice everything to bring her home.

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Man alive.

I have been a fan of the Walsh family since the first novel, Underneath it All.  This blog is my hobby; and by day I work for a Design-Build firm in NC.  After years of reading about law enforcement, first responders, Special Forces, zillionaires, bikers, athletes, paranormal creatures, etc – I was THRILLED to read about an architect restoring old homes in Boston.  The family business is run by an incredible cast of characters, and they each get the spotlight in this series of novels.  If you have not yet read any of the titles in the Walsh series, I highly recommend each volume.  Each book is better than the last, and the overarching story of adult siblings running a successful business while finding love is a breath of fresh air in the contemporary romance genre.

During Books 1 – 5, there are conversations about the youngest sibling, Erin.  She researches volcanoes and glaciers, and her career keeps her far from Boston.  But are her reasons for staying in remote corners of the world with limited contact with her family purely academic?  In The Spire, readers get a firsthand account of Erin’s story… which previously had been told through hearsay and infrequent emails.  I FREAKING LOVED reading her side of the family interactions in previous books.  I saw each scene in a different light, and it is incredibly cleaver the way the author incorporates Erin’s absence in a way that brings her to life in vivid detail.  It’s like if you watch your favorite movie several times and notice new, tremendously impressive details each time.

As with the other titles, there is humor, beautifully crafted dialogue, reflections of a traumatic childhood, and evidence of how the siblings overcame their father’s abuse.  There is also mutual attraction among unlikely characters, smoking hot romance, overcoming obstacles and fighting for a happily ever after.

I was about a third of the way through this title before I decided to re-read books one through five over my Christmas break.  I forgot how much I loved Andy and Shannon, and I can’t wait to revisit their stories.  To avoid spoilers, I can only say that YOU SHOULD READ EACH BOOK IN ORDER that precedes the Spire, and then experience the surprises and revelations that come in this sixth volume.  And my favorite surprising revelation is that a seventh book is coming out in 2017… CANNOT WAIT!!

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I gave her a little shove, and she fell to the mattress. She aimed a meaningful glance at my jeans, and that was all the encouragement I needed to drop them to the ground. She crawled backward, and I followed, stalking her every movement until we were flat against a bank of pillows.

“Hi,” she said, running her hand up my flank and over my shoulder. She hooked her leg around my waist and pulled me flush against her. My cock was acutely aware that only my boxers and her panties separated us, and was alternately thrilled with that situation and impatient as hell. She smiled, a little shy. “I like the way you touch me.”

“That’s good because I really enjoy touching you,” I said, bringing my lips to her neck and trailing them down between her breasts. “I didn’t want to let you go when I met you last night. Wanted to keep you all to myself.”

“Oh,” she said, her eyebrow quirking as if this was an peculiar sentiment. “I don’t think anyone’s ever wanted to keep me before.”

Fuck, she was too much. Just too much. Beautiful and rough around every edge yet vulnerable and sensitive.

“I want to keep you,” I said, sliding my fingers behind her back to unclasp her bra. “I’ll keep you as long as you let me, lovely.” Her arms moved to her chest the minute her bra went flying over my shoulder. That vulnerability? There it was again. “And I want to see you, too.”

A groan was rumbling past my lips the second her arms went around my neck and she was bared to me. I thought her tits were a crime in that t-shirt, but I had no idea. They were full and pale, and delicious. I licked and sucked as if I was trying to consume her, and maybe I was.

“Say something,” she whispered, her fingers raking through my hair. “I want…I want to know what you’re thinking.”

I released her nipple with a satisfied groan, and then dropped kisses on each of her breasts before finding her eyes. “I’m thinking get me inside you right now.”

Our lips met as my fingers inched her panties over her hips. I could take her just like this, face-to-face while I tasted her hungry hums, and I’d want for nothing.

“You probably thought I’d be crazy in bed,” she said, her words muffled as she spoke against my neck. “Like, I don’t know, adventurous and kinky. Like, I keep nipple clamps in my back pocket and actually prefer wearing thongs, and I’m always down for anal. And it’s my fault, really. This whole night has been pretty wild, and I kissed you like a maniac and then everything on the boat, and it wouldn’t be wrong to think that tequila on my tits is an average Saturday morning but—”

“It only matters what you want,” I said, tipping up her chin. “Don’t worry about what I think, or what you think I’m thinking. Tell me what you want.”

Erin’s fingers clawed at my boxers, and together we got them over my hips and out of the way. Her panties were long gone and my cock was in love with the wet heat between her legs.

“Please don’t make it hurt,” she whispered.

I shook my head and dropped a kiss on her forehead. “Never.”

 

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Kate Canterbary doesn’t have it all figured out, but this is what she knows for sure: spicy-ass salsa and tequila solve most problems, living on the ocean–Pacific or Atlantic–is the closest place to perfection, and writing smart, smutty stories is a better than any amount of chocolate. She started out reporting for an indie arts and entertainment newspaper back when people still read newspapers, and she has been writing and surreptitiously interviewing people–be careful sitting down next to her on an airplane–ever since. Kate lives on the water in New England with Mr. Canterbary and the Little Baby Canterbary, and when she isn’t writing sexy architects, she’s scheduling her days around the region’s best food trucks.
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