Book: Too Beautiful To Break (Romancing The Clarksons #4)
Author: Tessa Bailey
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: September 26, 2017
A love of a lifetime . . .
Leaving Belmont Clarkson is the hardest thing Sage Alexander has ever done. From the moment they met, she knew Belmont was the one, and getting up close and personal with him on his family’s epic road trip has taken her desire to a new, even hotter level. But there’s no way she can go there—not without revealing secrets that could devastate them both.
Losing Sage is not an option. Belmont’s heart is hers, has always been hers. He knows she’s hiding something from him, but nothing will stand in his way of telling her just how much she means to him. Finding her is easy—saving her from her past could cost him everything.
“You don’t have to leave right away,” Sage said when Belmont turned, watching her from beneath his eyebrows. “Can you wait here while I take a quick shower?”
Maybe that hadn’t been the right thing to say. His big back heaved and the touch of his tongue in her mouth came crashing in like a behemoth wave. They had crossed an unspoken boundary on the train platform. There was no going back to before, to when they stopped at rough, crushing embraces. As if that hadn’t been… than sexual somehow.
“Yes, I’ll wait,” he said, his voice sounding like serrated metal. “I can light the fire for you.”
God, why did everything sound like an innuendo now? If her body weren’t flush and sweating beneath the jumpsuit, she would have laughed about it. But there was nothing funny about having Belmont looming mere yards away, looking like one word of encouragement would snap his chain and send him barreling toward her. “That would be perfect. I’ll just be…a few minutes.”
Sage all but dove into the itty-bitty bathroom, pressing her back up against the door and willing her racing heart to calm down. Why had she asked him to stay? Her resolve would weaken with every passing second. Biting down on her lower lip, she began the excruciating task of lowering the zipper of her jumpsuit, which kicked up a protest in her triceps and shoulder muscles. When she finally got it down, she gripped the hem of her T-shirt and attempted to lift it over her head.
Her arms wouldn’t cooperate. They flat out wouldn’t rise any higher than her ribs, leaving the T-shirt suspended in midair. Her muscles burned like someone had doused them in lighter fluid and held them above a flame. Sage’s agony must have escaped in the form of a whimper, because Belmont’s boots scraped just outside the door. And her stomach hollowed with awareness, lightning racing all over her skin.
“Sage.” His voice was deep, urgent. “Do you need help?”
She’d only gotten finished reminding him she need him. But in this case, it would be a lie and she’d done so much of that lately. With Belmont. The most truthful person she knew. “I can’t get my shirt off.” Her nose started to ache, the tip probably turning red. “My arms hurt.”
His growl was short and broken. A beat passed before the door opened and she felt Belmont filling the doorway behind her. She flicked a glance up to the ancient mirror and confirmed what she’d seen in her mind’s eyes. Belmont towering over her like an avenging angel, outlined by candlelight. He’d taken off his coat, leaving him in a black long-sleeved shirt, which he’d rolled up to the elbows. Every inch of visible skin was shot through with strained cords of muscle, as if his frustration were written on him like a road map.
Sage still had the shirt halfway lifted, so her lower back was visible. Not a big deal to most people. But Belmont had never seen anything below her neck. Or above her knees. With the jumpsuit peeled halfway down, the band of her underwear might even be peeking out.
Breathing grew difficult as Belmont took one step closer and took hold of the T-shirt, his knuckles grazing the small of her back. “You’re wearing”—his breath ghosted down her neck—“my shirt.”
Sage only realized she’d closed her eyes when they popped open. In the shock of Belmont arriving, she’d forgotten. “I am?” Her mouth was parched. “L-look at that.”
“I am looking.” She jumped when Belmont reached over her shoulder with his left hand and turned on the shower, the sound of spray filling the room. Then the roughness of his knuckles returned, sliding up her spine along with the shirt. “I like knowing there was a layer of me standing between you and the earth.”
Her legs took on the consistency of Jell-O. His touch was a drug, making her languid, although it was different than the way he usually touched her. There was sex this time. So much of it. And it was that major difference that allowed Sage to accept the skimming of his fingers. Accept the part of herself that lusted. They were in a dark room and time had surely suspended anywhere outside this little plot of square footage. Words ached to leave her mouth, words that wouldn’t be suitable in the sunlight. This man, so warm and brave and large at her back, knew things about her no one else did. What was one more secret? “I stole it out of your suitcase. I broke a commandment and everything.”
“Why?” He breathed into her hair, sinking heat like an anchor in her belly. The shirt came off, her arms dropped to her sides, and she was left in nothing but a bra from the waist up. Inches from Belmont. “Why, sweetest girl?”
A light steam had begun curling in the air like beckoning fingers. It felt like one of the fevered fantasies she woke from on occasion, sweat slicking her breasts and neck. “Because I like the way you smell and it hadn’t been washed.”
His exhale was gravelly. “”
She thought he might not respond, but finally he asked a question that made her nipples turn to hard points. “Can you manage”—a long, windy inhale—“the bra?”
Sage tried. She really, truly did. Her arms felt as though they might break off and hit the floor, but she reached back until her muscles locked up, refusing to move farther. But Belmont was already there, pushing them back down, holding them at her hips.
“ Please, stop. I can’t watch it.” His touch disappeared only for a second and then the cotton material of the bra tightened over her breasts. She could feel him working the back clasp with fingers she knew so well. They’d tunneled through her hair so many times, twisted in her clothing, but had never, ever, touched her with any kind of…intent. Intent to seduce. And that’s what he was doing, intentional or not. The inhibitions she’d held close forever, circled the drain, along with the shower water. “Your back is so beautiful.” A ghost of a fingertip traced down her spine. “But I need to leave before I—”
“Before I turn you around.” They weren’t touching, but she could sense the shudder that ran through him. “Or look in that mirror.”
Right or wrong, the mine, their codependency aside, Sage knew if she let him leave just then, she would regret it for all time. Her body had been woken up. By one man. He’d kept her on the razor’s edge for thousands of miles, surrounding her with his power and taking it away. Over and over. And this fever wrapping around them in the tiny bathroom was completely different from easing his anxiety. Finally, she felt like a woman standing in front of him, instead of a calming device. This was mutual and alive and she couldn’t it to end. Tomorrow might be a different story, but this moment was the culmination of a thousand dreams and she could no more deny herself than she could forget his face.
“Belmont, do you think of the kiss?”
“,” he groaned into her hair. “Never.”
She took a deep breath for courage. “Will you shower with me?”
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I’ve cooked up several beginnings for my review but I just can’t seem to settle on one for this book. I don’t know why. It felt like forever to wait for this story, but once I started reading it, done in a flash. All swallowed up, and it felt like two minutes. One moment I was so excited to be starting this and the next, finished. I have no idea where time went between those two points.
It is my obsession to read a series in order but usually can’t help but think people can go out of order if they want a particular story. Characters show up here and there but they’re not necessary to be known if you want to enjoy the book you’re reading. But, it is my opinion that to truly enjoy this book, people should really have read the previous ones. Because I think Belmont and Sage were not just one book in the making. They started from the very first book of the series and only now concluded their tale.
I’m talking about two people who have already fallen in love. They’re already in love when they first appear in the series, they know each other, they feel each other, and though they haven’t yet sealed the deal shacking up-pardon my French, dear readers- they are a couple. You know it. The book though, is their story of calming down a little, cooling things off and taking a step from each other to strengthen the bond. Thinking this is less romantic than the couple actually falling in love? Think again. Because these are two damaged people who know how to heal each other already. Their chemistry is off the charts from three whole books not having any sexual contact. Restraint is all good but when that snaps, hold on for dear life, folks.
I enjoyed this book. Maybe it’s because I’ve been waiting for it for what feels like forever, and I already loved Belmont and Sage, who broke my heart in tiny pieces but thankfully put them back together again, I don’t know. I’ve had my expectations and yeah, they were delivered. Very sad to wave the Clarksons goodbye, gotta tell you.
I’m rambling and don’t have the necessary words to describe this book, with its story having started all the way back in the beginning of the series. All I can say is that you’ll enjoy this one if you like people who are a little damaged, a little broken to find themselves and heal. If you like your hero a bit withdrawn, a lot thoughtful, a giant with a heart of all that is precious. If you like your heroine strong enough to claw her way out of anything.. In short, if you appreciate a deeply emotional romance.
I’m adding five spoonfuls of this story into my hodgepodge, and clinging to my iced coffee for dear life because now it’s time to say goodbye to the Clarksons.
Welcome to my kitchen, Tessa! It’s a pleasure to have you here. Before we start, would you like tea or coffee?
Hello! Thank you for having me! And I would love some coffee (as long as you have vanilla creamer). If not, we’ll go with tea (as long as it’s Barry’s). I’m already such a difficult guest!
Nonsense! I’d love to have a guest over who knows what she wants 🙂 Let’s dive right in. For those who may not be familiar with the series, can you tell a bit about the Clarkson siblings who have taken us on an enjoyable and emotional road trip?
I would love to! We have four dysfunctional siblings—chef, politician, cheerleader and boat captain. They couldn’t be more different. So I throw them into a rusty Suburban for a cross-country journey and they each fall in love at a different stop along the way, while also rediscovering their family bond.
In TOO BEAUTIFUL TO BREAK, we finally get to read the story of Sage and Belmont who, let’s face it, have been teasing us with tension and chemistry all through the previous books. Did you have any struggling moments writing their story?
Of course. There’s always a scene or two that challenges the author. For me, it was the beginning when Belmont and Sage have to part ways (for a short while). It was like prying apart two magnets and putting them in separate drawers. I didn’t want to do it! But the story couldn’t progress until they were separated. I think I wrote continuously without a break until they were back together!
Clarkson clan’s mother Miriam makes her appearances through journal entries. I’ve always been curious about such characters. As the force behind the road trip, did you think up a more detailed story for her?
Yes. Some of it is revealed in the final book, but most of it is locked up in my head. Miriam is just as complicated as her children. She loved hard on her first try and it didn’t work out—and I don’t think she ever fully recovered from the loss. She hid the pain behind sarcasm and wit. But I like to think she’s looking down watching the stories of her children unfold and feeling redeemed for having set them into motion.
Last but not least, what is your favorite food? We are in a kitchen after all 🙂
Oooh. Well I grew up very close to the California/Mexico border and thus, we ate Mexican food at least three nights a week. It will always be my favorite cuisine—especially when I have a nice margarita in hand.
Thank you so much, Tessa, for coming over and being my guest. I enjoyed spending time with the Clarksons on their trip. It was a pleasure having you here!
Thank you so much for having me. I had a grand time! ❤
Tessa Bailey is originally from Carlsbad, California. The day after high school graduation, she packed her yearbook, ripped jeans, and laptop, and drove cross-country to New York City in under four days. Her most valuable life experiences were learned thereafter while waitressing at K-Dees, a Manhattan pub owned by her uncle. Inside those four walls, she met her husband, best friend, and discovered the magic of classic rock, managing to put herself through Kingsborough Community College and the English program at Pace University at the same time. Several stunted attempts to enter the work force as a journalist followed, but romance writing continued to demand her attention.
She now lives in Long Island, New York with her husband and daughter. Although she is severely sleep-deprived, she is incredibly happy to be living her dream of writing about people falling in love.
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