BLOG TOUR ~ SLAY: RIVALRY (Slay Quartet #1) by Laurelin Paige

Today we’re thrilled to be on tour with Laurelin Paige’s all-new dark romance, SLAY: RIVALRY (Slay Quartet #1)


Edward Fasbender is a devil.

He’s my father’s business rival, a powerful, vicious man who takes what he wants and bows to no one. I only took the meeting because I was curious. I thought he was going to offer me a job.

But that’s not what he’s after at all. His proposal is much more intriguing, and I see an opportunity. An opportunity to turn the tables and bring down the devil.

I’ve gotten in trouble playing these games before. I know when the risk is too great, when the stakes are too high. I know how to be cold and strong-willed and destructive. I know how to withstand dominant men with arrogant charm and rugged features.

Yet I can’t resist taking on Edward.

And I can’t resist the pull he has on me.

Soon I’m not so sure which side of the battle I’m standing on–if I’m the warrior meant to slay,

Or the one who will be slain.


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Reviewed by Emma-Louise on behalf of KFF

Apart from loving the cover of this sensational read, I was grabbed by the throat with the introduction. It starts dark and depraved. Full of isolation and nothingness, I sat and read it to my mum and even she was caught up in the darkness of it.

Having not yet read any of the Fixed universe books, Celia is a character I am not familiar with. Having said that, I didn’t feel that it impacted my experience. If anything, I had a more open mind about her than someone who had read her exploits in the previous books.

Along comes Edward. I didn’t know half the time whether I wanted to throttle him or kiss him. The man is a walking dichotomy. He pushes and he pulls and even at times twists arms. He would do anything, and I mean anything to get what he wants.

When it comes to the elite of this book, there are multiple belief systems implemented that are dated circa 1950s, and we all know what they represent.

Though my mind bounced back and forth between Celia and Edward; about who was worse than the other, and I still even at the end of the book still have yet to come to a definitive answer. They are fighting battles neither of them can really win and yet they can’t seem to take a step back and just breathe. High intensity, high voltage; Edward and Celia both have ideals of what they want and of how to get it, I just don’t think they have any idea how much impact damage the other can create. Burning heat and enough tension to uncoil a spring, Edward and Celia come to blows fantastically. Leaving both themselves and the reader fully charged with the potential to shoot thunderbolts.

Nothing can ever beat the end to this dark gem. I was left breathless and agape. How in the world can anything overshadow that ending? Roll on October for the second instalment. Well done Ms Paige for excelling in what you do well, darkness, heat, passion and betrayal.


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© Laurelin Paige 2019
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Sitting like this, on the arm of the chair, his back straight, we were practically the same height. It occurred to me that this was the closest we’d ever been to having equal footing, and somehow that made me both heady and encouraged.I reached out to rub the collar of his shirt between my thumb and forefinger, my breath stuttering under the thick weight of apprehension, my mouth watering from how close I was to touching his skin. This close, I could smell the liquor on his breath and the musky scent of his cologne and the fainter scent underneath of pure man.

“Tell me your requests.” Was it my imagination or did his voice suddenly seem darker? Less steady?

“There’s only one.” I leaned in until my lips were near his ear. “I want to add sex to the deal.”

He made a sound low in his throat, half like a laugh, half like a moan. “What, now?”

He turned his face toward mine, and now our mouths were only inches away from touching. I could feel the warmth of his exhale on my skin, sending a trail of goosebumps down my arms.

“Now, sure.” Fuck, I was wet already. “But I meant in the marriage, too.”

His lips danced around mine. “You don’t know what you’re asking for. You want to be humiliated, degraded, and hurt?”


Because that was the goal of The Game.

But, also, YES!

Because, in that moment, there was nothing more I could imagine wanting than to be all those things, to be humiliated and degraded and hurt, by him. I wanted it so much I ached. Ached in places I hadn’t known could feel.

I reached my neck forward, pushing my mouth toward his.

Just when I thought the kiss was inevitable, he leaned back. “You couldn’t handle it.”




Meet Laurelin

With over 1.5 million books sold worldwide, Laurelin Paige is a New York Times, Wall Street Journal and USA Today Bestselling Author. She is a sucker for a good romance and gets giddy anytime there’s kissing, much to the embarrassment of her three daughters. Her husband doesn’t seem to complain, however. When she isn’t reading or writing sexy stories, she’s probably singing, watching Game of Thrones or The Walking Dead, or dreaming of Michael Fassbender. She’s also a proud member of Mensa International though she doesn’t do anything with the organization except use it as material for her bio. She is represented by Rebecca Friedman.

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