REVIEW TOUR: Behind The Pitch by Eden Butler


Title: Behind the Pitch (Declan’s POV)

Series: Seeking Serenity series, Book #1.5

Author: Eden Butler

Genre: NA Contemporary Romance

Release Date: January 24, 2014

Tour Organized by: As the Pages Turn

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BehindthePitch - CoverExpat Irish rugby player Declan Fraser only wanted to play the sport he loves. He didn’t want to be stuck in this middle-of-nowhere town at this all too quaint university. He didn’t want his team captain to be an entitled jackass who switched Declan’s position on the squad just to make himself look good. And he sure as hell didn’t want to fall in love with graduate student Autumn McShane.

Autumn is stubborn, but gorgeous; she bristles at any hint of dependency on anyone or anything, but she’s also a survivor. She’s everything Declan didn’t know he wanted. When Autumn finds herself in the middle of a challenging bet with her ex-boyfriend – who just happens to be the arrogant team captain that Declan hates – he feels honor bound to help her out. But he didn’t expect to fall for her in the process.

“Behind the Pitch” reveals the most twisted and erotic thoughts in Declan’s head as he navigates through his on again/off again, frustrating and deeply erotic relationship with Autumn McShane.

And lordy, does he have a filthy mind.


I really enjoyed Behind the Pitch by Eden Butler.  I really enjoyed reading the story in Declan’s POV.  I’m not usually a fan of romances that use terms I’m not used to (mainly because I hate trying to figure out what the word is supposed to be) but Eden Butler has such an amazing writing style and told the story so well that it really did not phase me.  This book is so hot and steamy that there really are no words to describe how hot it is!!  If you haven’t grabbed a copy of Behind the Pitch or book one – Chasing Serenity then you should do so ASAP!

5 stars!!

***ARC received in exchange for honest review***


“I’m not going to ask you to do anything you don’t want, love.” I didn’t know why my voice thickened, became a whisper I knew sounded like wanting, desperation. “But that doesn’t mean I’m going to stop touching you. Not if you don’t stop me.”

There were very few freckles on her neck. Four, perhaps five, that dotted near the cleft of her throat. But as my fingers worked open the buttons on her blouse, the collection of spots grew, until I saw the most beautiful sweep of freckles across her collarbone, down into the full, buggering hell, blessedly full cleavage. I had to physically restrain myself from attacking her tits, or ripping apart the lacy bra she wore.

Then, I couldn’t control myself. I had to taste her; her smooth skin, the brilliant cushion of her chest, I had to kiss every freckle I saw. One, two, ten, twenty; my mouth ran over each one, loving the delicious taste of her flesh, the sweet, intoxicating flavor of her body.

When I thought I could not possibly kiss another space of beautiful skin without exploding, I moved back to helping her discard her shirt, then lowered the straps of that lacy bra, and was met with even more freckles. “I knew you had freckles everywhere,” I said, enjoying the sweet sound of her laughter.

We looked at each other, confirmation, approval, as I worked the clasp at the front of her bra and my heart stopped beating for a second. This was it, what I’d been desperate for, what I’d fecking dreamed about for ages. And then, she was free, the most beautiful tits I’d ever seen spilling out, displayed for my examination.

I. Was. Dead.

My fingers smoothed over her perfect, pink nipples, already hard, standing at attention for me. I knew I sounded like a wanker, the way I groaned, the way my voice vibrated in my throat. But I couldn’t help myself. Not one bit. Those tits were a temple and I was a lowly worshiper. I closed my eyes at the feel of them, at the hardened points sliding against my palms and felt myself grow so hard I thought I would explode just from touching her.
Her skin was like satin, without the slightest flaw and I opened my eyes to watch he face as I touched her, loved the way her eyes rolled up, loved how her soft mewing sounds mimicked my own.

I took my communion at her altar, her chest rising to meet me, her nipples melting against my tongue. I craved this skin, the sweet sounds she made as I lapped her pink nipple between my lips, my teeth, sucking harder as the sound of her moans amplified.

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Author Bio:

Eden Butler PicEden Butler is an editor and writer of New Adult Romance and SciFi and Fantasy novels and the nine-times great-granddaughter of an honest-to-God English pirate. This could explain her affinity for rule breaking and rum. Her debut novel, a New Adult, Contemporary (no cliffie) Romance, “Chasing Serenity” will launch October 2013.

When she’s not writing or wondering about her possibly Jack Sparrowesque ancestor, thinking up impossible plots, Eden edits, reads and spends way too much time watching rugby, Doctor Who and New Orleans Saints football.

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Eden is offering up (3) eBook set copies of Chasing Serenity & Behind the Pitch or (1) signed copy of Chasing Serenity up for grabs.  Giveaway is international and ends at 11:59 PM CST 02/17/2014.

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