Resisting Roots – 5 Stars

resisting roots

Audrey Carlan

Lotus House Series (Book 1)

Release Date: April 5, 2016

Publisher: Waterhouse Press

Genre: Erotic Romance


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book blurb

 Yoga instructor Genevieve Harper is a blond bombshell loaded down with responsibility and sacrifice. She makes the most out of raising her two siblings in the wake of their parents’ tragic accident. At twenty-four, she doesn’t have time to devote to a man…especially not the devastatingly handsome Trent Fox, who’s known for being a “player” on and off the baseball field.

Trent has the best hitting average in the league. Recently, he suffered a torn hamstring that takes him to the Lotus House Yoga Center for recuperation. There he meets the curvy, petite blonde with soulful black eyes and candy-coated glossy lips he’d like to do more to than kiss. He secures the flexible hottie for daily private lessons that ultimately show him how sensual the art of yoga can be.

Can love grow between a woman who’s rooted in her life and a man who resists any notion of staying in one place?

If you’re intrigued by the practice of yoga and desire a sensual, intensely erotic, and uniquely spiritual read with characters capable of performing pretzel-like sexual acts, the Lotus House series is for you. Each of the seven books can be read as a standalone but are better read in order. No cliffhangers. Books are erotic romances written for mature audiences 18+.


My entire body burned from the inside out. I tried to tell myself it was from the hot shower, but I knew better. Trent had worked me up back at his house without even touching me. Just knowing his naked body was under the spray and slicked up with my soap gave me goose bumps. When the water turned off, I grabbed the first book I found on my end table, opened it randomly, and pretended to read it as I sneaked glances at the bathroom. I’d missed the shower exit in my haste to grab a decoy…darn it.

Trent stood at the sink, running his fingers through his tousled, wet hair. Water droplets trailed down his damp torso as if they were in a race to get to the promised land. I’d had my mouth on the appendage hidden beneath the towel slung around his hips. I remembered his taste, the subtle hints of salt and man. My knees knocked together under the blanket. That sexual experience with Trent was the most unique I’d ever had. Every evening since that night, I’d dreamed about it, used my vibrator while reminiscing over and over again.

Trent turned toward the opposite vanity near the shower, dropped the towel, and reached for something. Oh, my word. Trent had the finest bum that had ever graced my vision. And surprisingly enough, it was just as tan as the rest of him. I bit down on my lip, thinking I’d rather be biting down on his firm ass cheek. Heat rose through my chest, up my neck, and I placed a hand to my flaming face. As he bent over, I stifled a moan. Instead, I closed my eyes and did some yoga breathing.

I heard the water at the sink turn on and the distinct sound of teeth being brushed. Continuing my mini-meditation, I chanted internally.

You cannot have sex with him here.

You cannot have sex with him here.

You cannot have sex with him here.

“Gumdrop, I already told you we don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for. And if here is a problem for you, we’ll improvise.” He turned off the bathroom light and walked to the empty side of the bed.

Oh, sugar! I might have said the chant out loud. Heat blazed across my skin. I continued the measured breaths, attempting to calm down. “I know.”

I couldn’t help checking him out as he stretched his arms over his head. Trent wore nothing but a pair of tight red boxer briefs. His package looked huge behind the thin cotton.

He pushed back the coverlet and slid into the bed. Thank God it was a California King or his large form wouldn’t have fit. The man took up far more room than I did.

“I used your toothbrush.” He grinned devilishly.

Of course he did. I glanced sideways. “Did you tell me that to annoy me?”

He snuffled and rubbed his warm nose into my bicep. He slung an arm around my waist and did something I wouldn’t have expected from a man like Trent. He snuggled into my side. Literally wrapped his body around mine until he was comfortable. I, on the other hand, became hot, in every sense of the word. Temperature and desire were warring against one another for top bidding as he adjusted himself like a cat circling around until he’d found just the right spot. A little twitch here, a poke there, a heavy thigh covering my much smaller one there, and—voila!—he stopped moving. Finally. I thought I was going to have to smack him with my book to get him to settle down. Jeez, it reminded me of Mary and her fidgets.

“Comfy?” I whispered.

He hummed from where his head lay on the pillow and my arm. “Very.”

I huffed and tried to inhale a few relaxing breaths. It didn’t work. I was too wired up. It had been three long years since I’d had a man in my bed, holding me, finding comfort in my body. I loved it and hated it at the same time because I knew it wouldn’t last.

“How’s your book?” he asked, a hint of laughter in his voice.

Without even glancing at the book, I responded, “Good, good.”

“Do you normally read books upside down?”

Sure enough, when I scanned the details of the black letters on white paper in front of me, they were all upside down. Busted.

“I just started!” I nudged him.

Trent sat up, grabbed the book, and tossed it on the end table. “Enough. I’m beat. You must be after teaching and everything else today. Now kiss me, woman, so I can go to sleep.”

“What?” I shoved my face as far back as I could so he came into better focus.

He narrowed his eyes and grinned. “You heard me, gumdrop. I want my goodnight kiss. Give it up.”

“Are you serious?” I held the blankets tight to my chest.

“As a heart attack. If you don’t give it, I’m going to take it.”

I scowled. “You wouldn’t.”

“Try me, babe. Try. Me.”

I didn’t want to try him. I wanted to kiss him goodnight. It seemed so…normal. I haven’t had normal in a long time.

“Fine!” I made it sound like it was such a chore.

He didn’t care about my shenanigans, and what was better, he met me halfway.

When our lips met, the fire that raged just under the surface blazed white-hot once more. The kiss was wet, deep, and blistering in its ability to take me from zero to sixty in a mere second. Trent kissed me with long flicks of his tongue, hard presses of his lips, as if he’d never stop. I never wanted him to. Before long, he was on top of me, lying between my spread thighs, his upper body braced on his elbows, one hand squeezing my breast, and the other holding my face still so he could devour me with slow, devastating kisses.

I rubbed my leg against the back of his good thigh, pressing his hardened shaft tighter to my body. That move earned me a growl and a lip nibble.

“Damn, gumdrop, want to take you right here, right now, but I respect you too much to go against your wishes.”

Trent eased to my side, rolled behind me, and tugged my body to his, my back smashed flat to his front. He pinned one of my legs with his own, shoved a hand across my waist and up between my breasts. “Hold my hand, babe. Want to feel you close while I sleep.”

No sweeter words had ever been said to me. I was so screwed. In that moment, as Trent kept me close within the confines of his safe embrace, I fell a little in love with him, even knowing he could never truly be mine.


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about the authorAudrey Carlan

Audrey CarlanAudrey Carlan is an Amazon Best Selling Author who writes erotic contemporary romances, such as the wildly popular “Falling Series.” She lives in the sunny California Valley two hours away from the city, the beach, the mountains and the precious…the vineyards. She has been married to the love of her life for over 10 years and has two young children that live up to their title of “Monster Madness” on daily basis. When she’s not writing, sipping wine with her “soul sisters”, or doing yoga, she can be found with her nose stuck in book or her Kindle. A hot, smutty, romantic book to be exact!

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my review

5 Stars

This book made me feel torn – part of me wanted to jump up and go to my yoga class and the other side of me just stay in bed to reread this amazing romance, Resisting Roots.

I am diehard fan of Audrey Carlan.  She develops characters and storylines that really make you feel like you’re connected to the world she’s created.  I loved being immersed in Genevieve and Trent’s lives and their colorful surroundings.  It is awesome. I could imagine every aspect and detail as she wrote it.

Genevieve has a complicated life. She is responsible for a lot and she handles the weight of her life with this amazing grace. She’s quite impressive and I understood why Trent was so taken with her. She’s smart, funny and completely relatable – I wanted to be friends with her.

Annnddddd…. I pretty much wished I had channel on my tv that just played video of what I imagined Trent looked like during his private lessons. Holy hotness – I loved this charming beast of a man.  Possessive and determined to make Vivvie  his – Trent will make you swoon.  And laugh.  He’ll probably get your lady bits screaming for attention.

The two were brought together for Trent’s injury rehab but they stay together because of an intense and passionate connection.  Their chemistry made fore fantastic reading and I found myself at the end of their story way before I wanted to let them go.  I thought Resisting Roots was an entertaining, sexy book – a must read recommendation from me. I can’t wait to read the next book in this series.




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