Vow of Atonement by Emma Renshaw

Today we have the blog tour for the much anticipated second standalone novel in the Vow Series. Check out VOW OF ATONEMENT by Emma Renshaw

Author: Emma Renshaw
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release: September 5th

A bossy Army vet determined to atone for his mistakes with the only girl he’s ever loved. A sassy boutique owner trying to shield her broken heart.

Roman stole every part of Harper’s heart and soul over a decade ago and left without giving her back the pieces. She’s spent the past decade trying to forget him and everything he made her feel.

When a mysterious figure shows up, changing her life with just a few sentences, she does the unthinkable—calls the man who left her shattered all those years ago.

Roman storms back into Harper’s life with a vengeance, determined to prove he is worthy of a second chance. He vows to keep her safe from the danger that has darkened her door.

But they’re both pawns in someone else’s game. And this vow might just be broken before the game is over…

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This was the second book in the Vow Series I was lucky enough to read and cementing my love for Emma Renshaw making her a go to author for me.

Vow of Atonement was full of suspense but also had its lighter moments. I loved Roman and how he wasn’t going to take no from Harper as he pushed his way back into her life.

Harper was sassy, fun and sexy. The perfect heroine, showing she knew how to take care of herself but also knew when to let go and let Roman step in to help (eventually).

The suspense of the book kept me on my toes, wondering who was really the bad guy and why.

This was such a great read and can’t wait for more books from Emma in the future.




Groaning, I try to roll over, but I hit a solid wall. My eyes fly open and I open my mouth to scream, but a hand covers it. I start thrashing against the person behind me, screaming against his hand. A leg hooks over my waist, limiting my movements.

“Sugar, it’s just me.”

Time stands still when the deep voice registers in my ear. Everything stops. My movements. My breaths. My heart.


No. No. No.


I called him and left a message. He was supposed to call me back, not show up. Roman takes advantage of my stillness by pulling me closer to his body and nuzzling my neck. The hand that was covering my mouth slides down my neck, my throat, my chest, and comes to rest on my stomach, sending chills along my skin. I close my eyes, relishing in his warmth for just one second before they fly open and reality slaps me in the face.

Ten years. Ten fucking years.

“What are you doing here?” My voice doesn’t sound nearly as strong as I wish it did. I’m still not quite convinced this isn’t a dream.

I grit my teeth to stop my whimper from escaping when his soft lips land on my neck. “You said you needed help. You need help? I’m here. Simple as that, Sugar.”

Oh my god. This really isn’t a dream. He grunts when I send my elbow into his stomach before I leap from the bed and press my back into the wall.

And, there he is. Roman fucking Marx. It’s been years since I’ve seen him. He’s filled out since he left me behind. When he left, he was still a boy. An undeniably drop-dead-gorgeous boy, but still a boy. This Roman in front of me, though, is all man. Dear fucking Lord. I will not acknowledge the rush of heat that floods my system. I will not…

My thoughts trail off as I groan, watching his naked chest emerge from beneath the covers. Roman is leaning against my headboard, an arm thrown over his head, smiling at me. The tattoos on his enormous biceps are new. His bronze skin is taut over each rippling muscle on his chest and stomach. I swallow as my eyes continue to go lower and lower.

The sheet is pulled down so low. My eyes jump back to his when I see his morning wood. He raises an eyebrow.

“Why are you here? And, why the fuck are you naked?”

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About Emma Renshaw

Emma loves to write, just don’t ask her to write about herself. If she isn’t writing, you can find her lost in a book or trying to get her doggo to take a selfie with her. He usually refuses. At the end of the day, you can find Emma at the closest Mexican restaurant eating queso and sipping on a margarita. She lives in Texas with her husband and dog.

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