Hi, everyone! Welcome to the 1st NA Crush Tourney hosted here at NA Alley! We are a version of The YA Sisterhood’s Annual YA Crush Tourney, and we would like to thank them for allowing us to host our own version of the tournament to celebration new adult book heroes!

Be aware there maybe spoilers in some of the advocate posts that support the new adult heroes. We’ve allowed the advocates to use excepts from their assigned NA Crushes’ books as well as other teasers, so just be mindful of that when you read the posts.

Matches will run for 24 hours, 12 a.m. to 12 a.m. EST every Tuesday and Thursday. Voting will only take place here on NA Alley, and the polls don’t allow multiple votes.

Please check out our “NA Crush Tourney” page for all up-to-date information regarding the Tourney, and last but not least, have fun!
Hi there, our names are Willow and Donna and we are from The Romance Cover. We are the advocates for the total hottie, Lucas from EASY by Tammara Webber.  We are a relatively new blog, although we met a year ago through our love of books after Willow started a forum thread entitled "Looking for books like EASY" (and two other books) and Donna answered. So you can see we totally loved EASY and Lucas! Here's why:
It's EASY to vote for Lucas..... Just look at his bio:
Name: Lucas
Eye Colour: Clear gray - blue
Hair: Dark 
Build: Medium but muscly
Height:  6ft 2in
Distinguishing Features: He has some hot tattoos and a lip ring
It's EASY to vote for Lucas because:
·        He's Artistic - he loves sketching and drawing, especially his girl.
·        He's intelligent – Economics private tutor, engineering major
·        He rides a motorbike – need we say more!
·        He's a protector - He rescued Jacqueline from a dangerous situation without even knowing her and continues to do so.
·        He works hard, has many jobs to put himself through Uni.
·        He's fit and security conscious - he teaches self-defence classes, master of Taekwondo.
·        He’s been through a lot but came out the other side a better person, whereas others would have just given up.
·        He respects Jacqueline - he doesn't want to rush with her:
 "Jacqueline say stop" I shook my head once, my palm sliding down to press against the evidence of what his body wanted from me. "Don't Stop," I breathed, telling him that I wanted what he wanted, unconditionally. I kissed him back, sure in the knowledge that my actions and my words were all the confirmation he needed to continue. I was wrong."Say stop, please. Please." The last word whispered was a plea I couldn't deny, even if I didn't understand the reason for it.
·        He's attentive: 
“I noticed you the first week. Not just because of how pretty you are, though of course, that played into it. It was the way you lean onto your elbows when you're listening in class, when something catches your interest. And when you laugh, it's never to get attention, it's just-laughter. The way you obsessively tuck your hair behind your ear on the left side, but let the right side fall down like a screen. And when you're bored, you tap your foot soundlessly and move your fingers on the desktop like you're playing an instrument. I wanted to sketch you.”
·        He makes good coffee and can cook! - ;-)
·        Tattoo’s!!! – yes we know we have mentioned them already, but seriously….
It’s EASY to vote for Lucas..... Just listen how Jacqueline's friends talk about him:
Erin: "Who was that hot guy? If I wasn't stone cold sober, I'd think he was a figment of my sex-starved imagination"
Maggie: "Who was that beautiful guy and more importantly, why didn't you solve your sex-starvedness with him? Holy hell, I think i'd be willing to boot Will outta bed for a night with him" 
It's EASY to vote for Lucas.... Just listen to Jacqueline:
Pulling off the cap and dropping it on my bed, he placed the pencil on his sketchbook and slid both hands through his flattened hair, and then shook it out, resulting in a bed head look. Good God. When he drew the hoodie over his head, his white t-shirt pulled up a bit with it, and I got my answer on how fat the tattoos extended. Four lines of script, too small to read, snaked around his left side. Some sort of Celtic-looking design balanced it on the right. Bonus: I now knew what Erin meant by lickable abs.
“The way he kissed me felt like a brand. Like he was tattooing himself under my skin.”
My last coherent thought, as Lucas took his time kissing and touching every part of me he could reach and my body arched into his, was Oh... so this is what all the fuss is about.
His breath in my ear, he ran his tongue along the curved edge, sucking the fleshy lobe and my small diamond stud into his mouth, and my eyes drifted closed while I babbled a weak sound of longing.
It's EASY to vote for Lucas..... Just look at our favourite Scene:
“The night we met – I’m not like that guy”. His jaw was rigid. “I know tha-“ He placed a finger over my lips, his expression softening. “So I don’t want you to feel pressured. Or overpowered. But I do, absolutely, want to kiss you right now. Badly.” He trailed his finger over my jaw and down my throat, and then onto his lap.
I stared at him. Finally comprehending that he was waiting for a response, I said “Okay”.
He dropped the pad onto the floor and the pencil followed, his stare never unlocking from mine. As he leaned over me, I felt a heightened sense of awareness of every part of my body that touched a part of his – the edge of his hip pressed to mine, his chest sliding against mine, his fingers tracing from wrists to forearms and then framing my face. He held me in place, lips near my ear. When he kissed the sensitive spot, my breath shuddered. “You’re so beautiful”, he whispered, moving his mouth to mine.
His lips were warm and firm, pressing against mine, and when his tongue began a gentle onslaught against the line of my lips, I opened them. Tongue delving into my mouth, his hands travelled in opposite directions – one to my still crossed wrists, pressing them hard into the mattress above my head, one skimming down my side, digging into my waist. He kissed me harder, claiming the responses he coaxed from me. My head swam, and I was drawing in short bursts of air as if I was surfacing every few seconds before diving deeper. Just when I thought I couldn’t take the intensity, he lessened the pressure and sucked my lower lip softly, brushed his tongue over it, and then repeated the movement. I fidgeted beneath him and his tongue slipped between my lips again and repeated its closer examination – caressing my tongue, my teeth, the roof of my mouth.
If someone had asked, How does this compare to kissing Kennedy? I would have answered, “who?”
Now that is what we call a first kiss!!! Hawt!!!
 It's EASY to vote for Lucas..... Just look at our favourite line:
"Choosing to be with you isn't a difficult decision Jacqueline," he breathed, pulling back one final time to stare into my eyes. "It's Easy. Incredibly easy."
So now you know why falling in love with Lucas is so EASY, it makes the decision to vote for Lucas incredibly EASY.  Vote Lucas now!

Hello lovely New Adult readers! I’m Christine from i *Heart* Big Books (and i cannot lie...) and I’m ecstatically, enthusiastically, and gleefully here to tell you why TRENT EMERSON from K.A. Tucker’s phenomenal NA debut, TEN TINY BREATHS, deserves to be crowned the winner of this first ever NA Crush Tourney!

Not only one of the smash hits of 2012, but one of my favorite novels EVER, Ten Tiny Breaths was an emotional, uplifting, and life-altering novel that, literally, excuse the pun, took my breath away. And Trent....well, Trent was an endlessly complex, gorgeous, swoon inducing, good guy/bad boy hero to the nth degree. After Trent...I was never the same...

So, without further ado, let’s get down to the Ten (not so) Tiny Reasons...why Trent should be your NA Crush Tourney winner of 2013:

Seize them. Feel them. Love them.

ONE... Physically, he is beyond gorgeous. He is the whole lust inducing six foot-three package of endlessly blue eyes, lickable dimples, and a chiseled, well-muscled physique, (eight-pack included).

My breath hitches at the sight of him and those deep dimples he flashes shamelessly. It’s been more than two weeks since I bumped into him here, yet seeing him instantly ignites a fire within me.

TWO... His eyes. His eyes deserve to stand on their own, not only for their color and their beauty, but more so, for the depth of emotion and feeling that he is able to convey through them.

The air leaves my lungs in a swoosh, and I’m left staring at a set of deep dimples and the bluest eyes I’ve ever seen—cobalt rings with light blue on the inside.... The blue floors, the rusty old machines, the walls, everything around me vanishes under the weight of his gaze as it strips me of my protective bitch coat, yanking it clean off my body, leaving me bare and vulnerable in seconds.


When he peers up at my face, I have to close my eyes. I can’t handle the look in his. It’s full of heat and desire and intentions.

THREE... He infuses every action with undeniable and effortless sex appeal. Whether training at a fighter’s gym, or riding his motorcycle, and even when doing laundry, it is tangible and unavoidable.

A gentle fingertip pushes my chin up until I’m looking at Trent’s earnest eyes. “I’ll keep you safe, Kacey. Just hold on to me. Tight.” I let him place the helmet on my head and gently fasten the strap around my chin, his deft fingers brushing my skin in a way that sends shivers through my body.


I watch the muscles in his shoulders shift as he pours detergent into the machine. Who knew doing laundry could be sexy. When he turns to me and winks, I jump….

For two years, I haven’t given anyone the time of day. Now, here I am, day one in our new life, and I’m ready to straddle this guy on the washer.

FOUR... Yet, at the same time, he radiates a soul-deep kindness and sweetness, making little girls (and big girls as well) believe in fairy tales...that she could be a princess and he, her prince.

From behind his back, Trent produces a bunch of five pink roses. He kneels on one knee to present it to her. I hear the collective sigh from all the grown women in the group, including myself.

“Thank you for inviting me,” he says. She clutches the flowers in both her tiny hands, and then gazes at Trent with wide, starry eyes that don’t blink for far too long. Her cheeks flush and I can tell this is the moment where Mia falls in love with him. This tall stranger has just become her life-long prince.

FIVE... Trent is anything but one-dimensional. He is a mass of contradictions that make him both intriguing and appealing all at once.

He stops what he’s doing to glance over his shoulder, blazing eyes leveling me with a look that makes me want to do things to him, for him, with him. His attention drags down the length of my body, unashamed. This guy is a contradiction. One second sweet, the next second brazen. A mind-blowing hot contradiction.


He skates between nice guy and bad boy so fluidly, I never seem to catch the transition

SIX... He makes the simple and often overlooked act of holding hands become something remarkable and special. Showing that even through the smallest touch, one can comfort, love, and heal.

When my fingertips graze his and warmth spreads through me, that dread evaporates.

His warmth. His life.

Closing my eyes, I slide my hand further in, slipping my fingers between his and curling them around. My lips part in a small gasp when his grip tightens over mine. He doesn’t move closer though. He doesn’t try anything or say anything. We stand like that, in the doorway, our hands entwined, for what feels like forever.

SEVEN... He doesn’t want perfect...no one is perfect. He wants Kacey, who is real, imperfect, and broken. He wants her just the way she is.

But Trent … there’s something different about him, and I don’t have to think hard to see it. Something about the way he takes over a room, the way he looks at me, like he has already identified and can disarm every one of my defense mechanisms with no effort, like he sees through them to the disaster lying beneath.

And he wants it.


“You hate me, don’t you? You must hate me. I can’t help it. I’m broken.

Trent squeezes me close to him. “I don’t hate you. I could never hate you. Give me your heart, Kacey. I’ll take everything that comes with it.”

EIGHT... Yet, even though he will take Kacey, broken pieces and all, he wants to help her, to save her, make her smile...and make her whole.

His dimples are in full force now. “I want to make you smile. For real. Always. We’re going to go for dinners, and see movies, and walk on the beach. We’ll go hang-gliding, or bungee jumping, or whatever you want to do. Whatever makes you smile and laugh more.” His fingers toy with my bottom lip. “Let me make you smile.”


“I’d fix it all for you if I could. You know that, right?” He whispers. I wonder if he’s talking about my scars or the last four years of my life.

“Yes,” is all I say. Yes to all of it.


“I’ll make you whole again, Kacey. I promise you, I will,” he whispers. And then his mouth covers mine.

NINE... He believes in “forever”.

“And I will. From now on, Kacey. I will. I will devote every day for the rest of our lives to making you happy. I promise.”


“Forever’s a long time.”

Trent’s arms squeeze around me. “Forever’s not long enough when it’s with you.”

And finally...

TEN... Trent is as essential as breathing.
A Trent void. It throbs like a deep ache through every fiber of my being. I crave his presence, his body, his voice, his laugh, his touch, his everything.

I need him.

I need Trent.


He’s like ripe watermelon after a lifetime of thirst. He’s like air after years under water.

He’s like life.

Well, there you have it readers! Ten (not so) Tiny Reasons why TRENT is your pick for the Ultimate New Adult Crush!

In the end, it boils down to this: Trent is the real deal. The full package. He is stunningly attractive on both the inside and out. He is passionate and caring, so conflicted, and yet so full of hope. He left me with a heart, head, and soul full of love for him and his story. He embodies the full spirit of the New Adult genre…so get to it and

Seize him. Feel him. Love him.

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