Blog Tour: Once Pure





Title: Once Pure
Author: Cecy Robson
Published:  May 19, 2015, Random House, LLC
Genre: Contemporary



Blurb

She bears the scars of the past. He blames himself for things he can’t control. Their defenses are up, but in Cecy Robson’s latest Shattered Past novel—perfect for fans of Monica Murphy and J. Lynn—true love lands a knockout punch.
 
Sofia Tres Santos remembers a time before her life went sour, before her innocence was ripped away, before she began punishing herself with risky behaviors and unworthy men. Now, at twenty, she just hopes she’s ready to rebuild some of what she lost. One way or another, it always comes back to her childhood friend and longtime crush, Killian O’Brien.
 
As strong as Killian is, Sofia has always been his one weakness. He knows Sofia has suffered and wants to ensure she’s never hurt again—not like before, and definitely not under his watch. When Sofia agrees to work at his mixed martial arts gym, Killian seizes the opportunity to help and protect the sweet girl he’s always cared for. And yet, as he trains Sofia to defend herself using his hard-hitting MMA techniques, he’s drawn to the vulnerable beauty in ways he never expected.
 
As Sofia grows stronger, she also grows brave enough to open herself up to love. And along the way, she challenges everything Killian believes to be true, showing him that no matter how much he dominates in the ring, the real battle is fought in the heart.





Excerpt

Killian poked his head into the office one afternoon. “One of the boys is going for a 
coffee run. You want a latte or whatever that shit’s called?”

I giggled. Killian knew only one type of coffee: black. And even that he didn’t drink. 

“No, I’m good.”

“How about lunch?” He gave me a one-shoulder shrug when I raised my brows. “I 
ordered you a steak from Geno’s in case you were hungry. It should be here soon.”

A cheesesteak from Geno’s? Killer yum. “I’d love one. Thank you.”


“I told them no peppers.” He smiled. “You never liked peppers, right?”


He remembered. “No. Not on steaks.” I reached for my money. “Let me give you a 
few bills.”


“Don’t. I got it.”

I watched him leave in time to hear his sister, Erin, better known as Wren, enter the 
gym. I hadn’t seen her since the winter, but I heard her thick Philly accent loud and 
clear. “Hey, Kill. Did you order cheese fries? I’m starvin’.”

“You just got here!” Kill called from the front.


“That don’t mean I ain’t starvin’.”


She strolled in, tossing her gym bag on the empty chair in front of me. “Hey, Sofe. 

How’s it going, kid?”


“I’m all right. You?”

“Shitty. I think I’m getting my period.” Her two braids hung like thick black rope 
against her breasts. She rummaged through her bag and stood with a huff when she 
didn’t find what she was looking for. “Hey, you got any tampons on you?”


I snagged my bag from the floor. “I’m not sure, let me look.”


“Thanks. This womanly shit blows, you know? But I suppose if it’s all a part of me
squeezing out a few puppies one day, it’s worth it, right?”


“Mmm.” I couldn’t squelch my smile. I liked Wren. While “dainty” and “girlie” would 
be the last words I’d use to describe her, she’d always been kind in spite of her 
tough-girl persona. As the only girl in a household of six boys, she hated pink, hated 
dolls, and hated lip gloss. The only things she liked were cars and kicking ass. I 
wondered if she realized how stunning she was. Traffic seemed to stop when she 
strutted down the street, but she never seemed to notice. Wren was just Wren. It 
was one of her many qualities that made her so endearing.

I passed her what I had.


“Thanks, Sofe.” She jerked her chin. “So Finn tells me you’re doing Kill.”


I think my jaw fell somewhere near my feet. “N-no. I’m not, I swear.”


She shrugged and tucked the tampon into the strap of her sports bra. “It’s nothing to 
be ashamed of. He’s a good kid—like you, you know?”


Help me, Jesus. “H-how’s it going down at the auto dealer?”


“Oh, it’s awesome. Sold more F-150s last week than those fucktard pricks I work 
with.” 

“Yeah?”


“Totally. You lookin’ for new wheels? I can get you a sweet deal. All last year’s 
models are going on sale in two weeks.” She held up two fingers for emphasis. “Two. 
Time’s tickin’, Sofe.”

“Ah, no. I can’t afford that now, but thanks.”

“All right.” She pointed at me. “You change your mind, you tell me. I watch out for 
those from the old neighborhood.”

“Thank you.”

Wren cocked her head as she took in the floral sundress I was wearing. She wore 
tight, tiny shorts that showed off her abs and long, muscular legs. The only skin I 
exposed was on my arms, face, and ankles. “You look real nice, Sofi. Too nice. You 
sure you’re not banging my brother?”

I buried my face in my hand. “Yes. I’m sure.”

“’Cause Finn said—and granted Finnie tends to exaggerate the truth—that Kill was 
all, like, into you. Then again, he has been since even before he got pubes.”

If Wren was trying to offer me a compliment it didn’t feel like one. “We’re not having 
sex,” I assured her. I squirmed when she continued to watch me. “So, what are you 
up to?”

“Teaching kickboxing and self-defense to a bunch of stay-at-home moms. Pissed me 
off, though, one came in all big and pregnant. I was like, yo, you can’t be coming in 
here all big and pregnant. You know that crazy-ass bitch with her crazy-ass 
hormones accused me of discriminatin’ against her?”

“Seriously?”


“Totally. And you know what happened?”


I shook my head.


“She broke her water.” Wren hooked a thumb behind her. “Right there on the mat 
next to the Octagon. Killian was all pissed and made me clean it up, can you believe 
that shit?”


I blinked back at her. “Ah, no.”


“Swear to God. Almost threw up doin’ it, too.”


Finn knocked on the door. “Wren. Your class is ready.” He frowned at her shoulder. 

“Why the hell do you have a tampon tucked in you bra?”


“I think I’m getting my monthly.”


“Oh.”


She tossed the tampon in her bag and headed out. At five feet eight she was just two
inches shorter than Finn. Both had been the runts of the O’Brien clan. She clapped 
her hands together as a group of women gathered along the wall where a row of 
heavy bags were lined up. “Hey, listen up, ladies. Youz were all pathetic last time. 
Don’t be pathetic. It don’t pay to be pathetic when some asshole with a knife comes 
after you—”

A little boy about six ran out from nowhere, jetting in circles around Wren. She 
grabbed him by the collar of his T-shirt. “Hey. You see me talkin’ here?”

The kid nodded.


“You see me teaching a class?”

He nodded again.


“Then what the hell are you doing?”


The kid blinked up at her. “I got ADHD,” he answered.


“No one here gives a shit, kid.” She glanced up. “Who does this kid belong to?”

A woman in very unforgiving spandex tossed her bag against the wall and kicked off 
her sneakers. “Sorry, Wren. My ma couldn’t take him so I had to bring him to class. 
Sauron, get your ass over here.”

The kid resumed his circle sprints around Wren the minute she released him. 

“Sauron?” Wren asked. “You seriously named your kid Sauron, Gloria? Do you 
wonder why he’s fucked up?”

Gloria threw up her hands. “Don’t get me started. It was my ex’s idea. Sauron! Get 
over here before I take away your iPad!”

Wren rolled her eyes. “Christ,” she spat. “Okay, ladies, twenty kicks—ten each 
leg—let’s go. Sauron, you grab a bag, too.”

Sauron pointed to himself. “Me?”

“Yeah. With a name like you got you’re gonna get your ass kicked. Might as well 
learn to defend yourself. Let’s go, ladies, come on!”


About the Author



CECY (pronounced Sessy) ROBSON is the Penguin Random House New Adult author of Once Perfect, Once Loved, and Once Pure, and the award-winning author of the Weird Girls Urban Fantasy Romance series. A self-proclaimed professional napper, Cecy counts among her talents a jaw-dropping knowledge of useless trivia, the ability to make her hair big, and a knack for breaking into song despite her family's vehement protests. A writer, registered nurse, and mother living in the South, Cecy enjoys spending time with her family and silencing the yappy characters in her head by telling their stories. 

Connect with Cecy online at www.cecyrobson.comtwitter.com/cecyrobson or facebook.com/Cecy.Robson.Autho

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  1. Thank you so much for hosting me on your blog and for being part of my Once Pure blog tour. I'll admit, I was distracted by the black and white shot of the model in the kilt--but I pushed forward.

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    1. Lol! My pleasure! Enjoyed the book :)

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  2. Thank you for hosting ONCE PURE today!

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