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Burning Up Blog Tour

on December 31, 2013
Bound Together brought us the love triangle of Jared, Layla and Ollie. In Burning Up, they are all back. Come along with us on this journey and see what trouble these 3 get into…

Title: Burning Up
Author: Marie Coulson
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: November 1, 2013
Tour Host: Book Boyfriend Reviews

Scorching heat…

Erotic pleasure…

Intense passion…

Layla Jennings thought she had it all figured out. The right time, the right place and the right guy.
After leaving behind her life and friends in Long Beach, Layla must now walk the path she has chosen, hand in hand with the man who holds her heart.

As the flame of love continues to burn brightly, she discovers more about herself and the man she loves every day. But what happens if the fire goes out? What happens when half of your heart is across an ocean?

With the other man in her life unwilling to give up his fight for her, and a danger she is too blind to see, Layla must battle between the safe and steady journey she has embarked on and the one that leads to destinations unknown.

Walking through the crowds, I gazed out of the vast window at the sparkling lights of New York. “Does he know I’m here?” Daniel shook his head. “You asked me not to say, so I didn’t. 

I’m really glad you’re here though. He’s been fucking miserable since we left Long Beach. Besides, with you here, I have someone to talk to and keep me from going crazy. Things are about to get real hectic at the company. You sure you know what I gave him a puzzled look and he smiled at me. “Guess not.” 
Daniel wasn’t just Jared’s driver; he was his friend, even if Jared didn’t realize it or choose to admit it. I felt that the two of us had also become friends. After all, he’d had my back so many times I’d lost count. When I’d been arrested, it was Daniel who’d called Jared and, as it turned out, broken several traffic laws to get to him. That awful night at Felix’s apartment would have ended a lot differently had Daniel not called Jared and warned him of our activity. I had a lot to thank him for and keeping him company during our time together, was the least I could do. I figured that it must be lonely work driving Jared around, sitting there, in the front seat, a screen between them. It all seemed awfully secluded, isolated and impersonal. 

I was not going to be one of those high society girlfriends 
that I saw in magazines and newspapers. The ones that look as though they have caramel stuck to the end of their noses and pout a lot when people speak to them. I was definitely not buying into the hype of that lifestyle. Daniel was stuck with me now, and I was determined to have some fun. 

“Do we have to go straight to the apartment? Will he get 
suspicious if you’re gone?” 

He eyed me skeptically. “I guess not. I told him I had to run 
errands and he’s been so distant, he just kinda nodded and 
dismissed me. I could have been naked and dancing, and he 
wouldn’t have noticed. He’s really not himself right now.”

My heart sank. My intense, hot mess, businessman was in 
pain, and I was the cause. Bitch. I was desperate to see him and put him out of his agonizing misery, but I was also determined to get to know Daniel better. I was going to be spending a lot of time with him during the next few months and aside from Jared, he was the only person I knew in New York and I hardly knew him at all. 

Reaching the exit, Daniel gestured to the shiny, sleek 
Mercedes parked curbside. I smiled at the familiarity of it. He 
opened my door and ushered me inside before running around to pack my case into the trunk. He got into the driver’s seat and glanced back, smiling at me. I leaned forward and rested my hand on his shoulder. “I’m starving. Dinner?” 

He gave me a look that told me he was unsure if it was such a good idea. “I don’t know. I mean, aren’t you anxious to see him?”

I shook my head. I wasn’t anxious to see him; I was freaking 
out from nerves and the more I worried, the harder my stomach churned. “Nope. I’m Hank Marvin and I need something to eat before I throw up from nerves.” He chuckled. 

I nodded. “Yeah, you know, starving? I heard it on TV once.”
He threw his head back and laughed. “Since you put it that 
way, I’d be happy to have dinner with you. There’s a burger joint just around the corner, or do you want something a little fancier?” 

I shrugged. “I think, a nice juicy burger sounds awesome.” 

* * * *

Sitting in the booth, I scanned my surroundings. New York 
was a far cry from Pasadena or even Long Beach. It was almost eight in the evening, and the streets were still bustling with The burger bar was quiet though. It was one of those nineteen fifties diner types and had a jukebox playing in the corner. The waitress rolled over on her skates and placed the most enormous cheeseburger that I had ever seen in front of me. The smell of greasy food and the delicious vanilla from my creamy, ice-cold milkshake was a welcome scent. Every single bite of my meal was like a taste of heaven. I really was hungry. I hadn’t eaten properly in days and I finally had my appetite back. I was definitely looking forward to my first New York bagel, too. Bagels. 

My heart plummeted into my stomach again and I suddenly 
lost my appetite. My chest felt tight, and I could feel unshed tears I could only imagine how broken he was right now. I’d done a horrible thing and I’d done it over a text! It was selfish, cowardly, and I deserved whatever hate or anger he was feeling toward me. He hadn’t replied or called since, and I knew that we were not only done as lovers, but also as friends. He’d never forgive me now, and I didn’t deserve him to. 

Daniel frowned at me. “You okay? You seem a little distracted. You’re not having second thoughts are you?” 

Snapping out of my mood and forcing thoughts of Ollie out 
of my mind, I shook my head. “No. I’m just a little tired from the 
He smiled and took another big bite of his burger.
Pushing my plate away, I leaned back and cocked my head to the side. “So, I guess you’ll be keeping me company while Jared works, huh? I hope you don’t mind. I promise not to be high maintenance and to make it as much fun as I can.” He grinned and pushed his plate away, cleaning his hands on a napkin. 

“It’s my job to take you wherever you want to go. Jared 
doesn’t usually use the Mercedes unless he’s going to a formal dinner or social. He’ll take the Jag so that leaves me at your disposal. Shopping shows and sightseeing … I’m the man to take you there, with Jared’s permission, of course.” 

Jared’s permission? I rolled my eyes and shook my head at 
the statement. The whole time we’d been together he seemed to think he could dictate where I could go, how, and with whom. Things were going to change and for the better, I hoped. 

 “You leave Jared to me. I want to see everything, all the 
sights this city has to offer, and Jared is not going to stop me 
from having fun. I’m an adult and it’s time he started treating me 

Daniel nodded, but I could see he was conflicted. “Well, if 
anyone can handle him, I’d say you can. Speaking of Jared, we should probably get going. You ready for this?” I bit my lip and smiled. I was so ready I was practically giddy with anticipation. Rolling his eyes, Daniel paid for our meal, even though I’d begged him to let me and we made our way back to the car. I sat in the back because I needed a distraction as my nerves began to swarm in my stomach. “So where’s home for you Daniel?” 

He looked at me in the rearview mirror. 

“Illinois. I moved to California when my dad got transferred to another division of his company. I was about thirteen. My mom moved back to Illinois after the divorce, though. How about you?” 

He nodded and smiled. “Small town boy, small town girl, and 
here we are in the Big Apple. Have you ever been to New York I shook my head. “Other than San Francisco, I’ve never really traveled beyond Long Beach. You like it here? I mean, you must be here a lot with Jared and his business.” 

He glanced in the mirror at me again, and I saw his eyebrows 
furrow. “Can’t say I hate it or love it. It’s where I am. I have an apartment here that Jared pays for and I look at it as just another place I work. It’s not like I vacation here or anything. I’m on duty all week and some Saturdays, so I never really thought about whether I like it. I hardly know it. I’ve never seen the sights or anything else New York has to offer outside of the functions 

I felt bad for him and decided then, that I would do everything I could to make his time and mine in New York more fun. 

“I guess we’re both gonna have to make New York home for 
now. Stick with me, Dan. I intend to have lots of fun while I’m 
He smiled and chuckled a little. “Dan?” 

“Do you hate it?” He shook his head. 

“I like it. Dan. Yep. You can call me Dan, Miss Jennings.”

I grinned and leaned forward to his seat. “And you must call 
me Layla. Deal?” His smile widened. “Deal. Well, we’re here. I’ll get your bags and give you a minute to breathe. You look a bit 

I looked at myself in the rear view. I was beet red. Nerves 
were no longer swarming; they were twirling like a tornado in my 

We’d pulled up in front of an impressive building. With its 
white brick and elegant golden window frames, it was certainly extravagant and definitely expensive. One look at the name above the golden-framed glass door told me I was right. ‘Garrett Towers.’ It was one of Jared’s for sure. 

My eyes immediately darted to the top floor where he would 
no doubt have the penthouse. My heart did a little skip and my 

Opening my door, Daniel smiled and held my bags in his 

“Ready?” Now there was a question I couldn’t answer. 
Ready to go up there? Absolutely. 
Ready to see Jared? Oh good God, yes. 
Ready to leave my old life behind and start my new one with 
him? Well, that would come eventually. Wouldn’t it?
The doorman saw me exit the car and nodded at Daniel. 

“Layton, this is Miss Jennings. She’s here to see Mr. Garrett. 
Would you please grant her entry while I park the car?” The large and burly gentleman scanned me from head to toe as I stood awkwardly on the sidewalk. I bit my lip anxiously. 

Opening the door, he smiled politely. “Of course. Right this 
way. Let me take your bags for you, ma’am.” 

Daniel grinned at me and nudged my arm, immediately pulling me from my dazed state. “You gotta go in there some time. He’s going to be thrilled to see you. Go on. Get in there, girl.”

I beamed back at him and threw my arms around his neck.

“Thank you so much, Dan. Wish me luck.” He snorted.

“You don’t need it. He’s crazy about you. I’ll catch you later. 
Have a good night.” Giving me a wink, he got in the car and 
drove away toward a large pair of iron gates, which I assumed, led to the parking lot beneath the building

Layton cleared his throat loudly. Giving him an apologetic 
look, I followed him inside.The foyer was a gleaming white and the front desk was a beautiful ivory stone with gold trim. It matched the marble floor perfectly. I stood at the elevator and fidgeted mindlessly. When it finally chimed and the doors opened, I was so caught up in my thoughts; it startled me a little. I could hardly breathe as we entered, and as Layton reached for the keypad, I caught his hand in my own. “I just need a minute.” Taking a deep, calming breath, I held my nerve and nodded at him. He pressed the ‘P’ on the panel, and I hitched a breath as the doors closed and we 
headed, rapidly, to the penthouse. Well, here we go.



Born and bred in Essex, England, Marie Coulson discovered her love of writing in her early teens. Beginning with poetry and song lyrics, she tried her hand at creative writing while studying for her English GCSE.
It was love at first line.
Unfortunately, Marie’s career as a childcare and education practitioner soon took up most of her time and writing became something she only dreamed about.
In the summer of 2012 she quit her job and enrolled at university, ready to start a new career as a therapist. This left her with a lot of time on her hands and on August the 20th she sat down and wrote the first chapter of Bound Together.
Bound Together was a story that had been waiting three years to be written and when fingers hit the keyboard…Layla, Jared and Ollie’s story was born. 

Marie has since written and released two novels in the Bound Together series and a novella. Her romantic comedy novel Diary Of A Dieter has also received excellent reviews and is the debut novel in the Confessions series. 
Follow Marie and chat with her about her crazy characters! She loves all her fans.
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Now our only question is… Which team will you choose?
























A FEW QUESTIONS FOR MARIE!!
What was your inspiration to write the Bound Together series? 

Marie- The series had been penned for over 3 years before I wrote it. It’s loosely based on a true story. A girl torn between the hot rocker and the strong dominating alpha. But I wanted it to be more than just a triangle. I wanted a story about how REAL love blossoms and blooms. A story of friendship and passion. 
 
Are Ollie & Jared based on real experiences? 

Marie-  The characters themselves are again, loosely based on real men…I’ll let you drool for a moment with that in mind. 

Besides writing, what do you like to do for relaxation? 
 
Marie- I just became a new mummy to a two month old boy so I have very little relaxation time these dats but I do live a hot soak with a good book! 

What’s your guilty pleasure? 

Marie – I’m a chocoholic, lingerie addict with a shoe fetish! I own dozens of pairs of heels. Iron Fist make stunning shoes! 
 
If you could meet anyone, dead or alive, who would it be? 

Marie – I would live to meet Marie Curie. A truly inspirational woman who showed the works that women were intelligent, strong and just as awesome as men! I’d love to hear what lure was like being a pioneer of cancer research and also paving the way for women today. 

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