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Blog Tour & Review: THE BRITISH KNIGHT by Louise Bay

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The British Knight, an all-new standalone contemporary romance by Louise Bay is available NOW!!!

 

My Review:

Sometimes you just need a big fat change in your life in order to figure out what – and who – you want to be.

Violet finds herself in such a position when, jobless and moorless, she agrees to move from New York to London to work as an assistant to a barrister who turns out to be the deliciously hot and oh-so-closed off Alexander.

The two lock horns immediately, yet even as Alexander knows he should be more offended by Violet’s standing up to him, he secretly admires her for doing so. He’s also wildly attracted to her, as she is to him. Violet recognizes in Alexander a kindred soul of sorts: he, too, is in a life he enjoys on the surface but perhaps does not fulfill him as he thinks.

Louise Bay puts her couple through its paces as she brings them together. Alex and Violet have to earn each other, and, more importantly, they need to understand themselves. Each feels a certain amount of emotional constipation, whether because they feel unworthy or unable. I loved how Bay wrote Violet’s and Alexander’s scenes of self-discovery.

I also love how she wrote their sexy times. Strap on those vibrators, girls, because this book is scorching hot. Alexander is a truly Hot Hero, and you will fall in love with him.

 

 

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The British Knight by Louise Bay
Release Date: December 5th
Genre: Contemporary Romance

When I’m offered the chance to leave New York to live in London for three months, I can’t pack my suitcase fast enough.

As soon as I touch down I’m obsessing over red telephone boxes, palaces and all the black cabs.

But my favorite place is the tube. It’s wall-to-wall hot British men in suits.

When I’m offered a temporary job working for a barrister, I say, sign me up.

On my first commute into work, it’s a total accident when I lose my balance and fall against the most handsome Brit alive. He’s as charming as James Bond and as suave as Mr. Darcy. I want to lick tea from his hard abs and listen to his accent all night long.

Turns out Mr. Handsome is my new boss. And his attitude isn’t as hot as his gorgeous face, broad shoulders and tight ass. He’s brooding, short-tempered and the most arrogant man I’ve ever met.

As we’re fighting, out of nowhere he kisses me. And I’m pretty sure I see fireworks over Big Ben and hear God Save the Queen.

I wasn’t looking for the fairytale but I might have found my knight in shining armor. The problem is he lives an ocean away.

A stand-alone, contemporary romance.

Excerpt:

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My workout this morning had been punishing. The harder I worked, the harder I worked out. I was a big believer in that if I wasn’t physically fit, I couldn’t perform as well in my job. And I was willing to do whatever I had to do to be the best barrister I could be. As a result, I’d been up since five, worked out until six thirty, and then had a conference call with Dubai at seven. I hated days when I was late into the office, but this morning couldn’t be helped. My commute had been . . . unusual. The woman I’d knocked into while getting off the tube had been beautiful, and I couldn’t keep the image of her gazing up at me in the middle of Lincoln’s Inn Fields out of my brain. I needed to focus. And perhaps get laid when I got the time. But it wouldn’t be tonight. I’d be working. I had hundreds of witness statements to go through and my opening statement to draft.

In three days, I’d be in court, and that was my sole focus. There was no time to be wasted on fantasizing about women.

As I trawled through my emails, trying to pick out the important ones from the hundreds littering my inbox, someone knocked at my door. I resisted the temptation to growl. I hated being interrupted—I needed a sign for the door.

“Come in,” I barked.

The door swung open, and I could tell by the footsteps that the head clerk had swooped in. “Mr. Knightley.”

“Craig.” I didn’t take my focus off my laptop screen. Craig was an avuncular and charming man in his mid-fifties. He’d been in the business since he was fifteen and had clerked my father. If anyone could interrupt me, he could. And he knew it. Over the years, I’d tried to get him to call me Alex, but he insisted all the clerks and admin staff call the barristers by their surnames. The bar could be a very old-fashioned place.

“I want to introduce you to your new assistant, Violet King.”

I paused, my fingers hovering over my keyboard. I knew nothing of this and would never have agreed to it—I worked alone. Slowly, I turned to find Craig in front of my desk, his eyebrows raised in expectation.

“My what?” I asked. A figure moved in beside him and I slid my gaze to the right. I found myself staring straight at the beautiful woman who’d invaded my thoughts since I’d arrived in chambers. What was going on? I looked away from her, sure that Craig would see my attraction to her if my eyes lingered over her for more than a split second.
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About the Author:

USA Today bestselling author, Louise Bay writes sexy, contemporary romance novels – the kind she likes to read. Her books include the novels Duke of Manhattan, Hollywood Scandal, Park Avenue Prince, King of Wall Street, The Empire State Series, Indigo Nights and Hopeful.

Ruined by bonk-busters and sexy mini-series of the eighties Louise loves all things sexy and romantic. There’s not enough of it in real life so she disappears into the fictional worlds in books and films.

Louise loves the rain, the West Wing, London, days when she doesn’t have to wear make-up, being on her own, being with friends, elephants and champagne.

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Blog Tour, Excerpt, & Review: BODYGUARD by CD Reiss

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Bodyguard, the highly anticipated new standalone from New York Times bestselling author CD Reiss is available NOW!

My Review:

If the angst of the Marriage Games / Separation Games duet and King of Code felt like too much to you, CD Reiss gives you a break in this book. Bodyguard does have its share of nervous agony, but the sense of emotional desolation that Reiss writes so well is missing here.

What replaces it is an undercurrent of suspense: will the stalker who has provoked and manipulated Emily keep wreaking havoc on her?

It helps that she has Carter Kincaid as her bodyguard. Carter quite literally shields Emily’s body with his own, and you will wish that you could trade places with her. He’s tall, big, strong, tough, and steady, even as he’s also tender and kind. He’s just so swoony that you won’t what to quit him when you turn the last page.

It could be easy to dismiss this as a simple romantic suspense novel, but in Reiss’s hands, it is so much more. There is a subplot regarding Emily’s wasted opportunities and what the realization of that does to her, and there is another subplot involving Carter’s family. Reiss wraps the former in a sort of melancholy and the latter in a loving sense of despair. I know that sounds strange, but trust me: Carter’s love for someone in his family is so intense that you can sense his hopelessness.

A word about the sexy times: they are delicious fun. They are steamy, succulent, and sizzling. Strap on your vibrators, girls, because Carter will fill you with NEED.

I enjoyed this book tremendously. My only quibble – and I know it sounds rather picky – is the denouement. The build-up is fierce and fraught, and then things happen that are talked about afterwards. You don’t see them as they occur, and I think you need that.

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Bodyguard by CD Reiss

Release Date: November 14th, 2017

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Protecting a celebrity in Hollywood isn’t easy, but protecting Emily could break his heart.

As a world-class dancer at the height of her career, Emily enjoys all the perks of fame—the parties, the glamour, the tours—but they’ve also attracted the attention of a dangerous ex-boyfriend hell-bent on getting her back.

Enter Carter Kincaid, a bodyguard so crushingly sexy he takes her breath away.

Carter’s the best in the business, and Emily is—professionally speaking—off-limits. But when it comes to stirring his desires, she’s making all the right moves. What’s happening between them is so hot it could get both of them burned. As Emily’s past gets closer, Carter is willing to break every rule of the job to save her. But letting Emily into his life also means letting her in on the secrets of his own past. For these two, falling in love could be the greatest risk of all.

Excerpt:

“Are we going to have another ‘about last night’ conversation?” I asked.

“If you want to.”

What did I want to say? Everything. but mostly, I wanted to tell him how much I liked kissing him and how conflicted I was. I wanted to demand answers immediately and give him space at the same time.

All the words tried to jump forward, but when he stopped at a light, our eyes met in the rearview. The words landed in a tangle, unsaid.

He tapped the steering wheel when he turned it, using both hands for the first time since I’d gotten in.

“Hey,” I said.

“Yeah?” He briefly looked at me in the mirror.

“What happened to your hand?”

“Burn.” he brushed his left hand over the bandage at the top of his palm, right where you’d burn it if you were picking up a hot pot handle. He caught my eye in the rearview again.

I didn’t know if I believed him.

“What were you cooking?”

“Breakfast.”

“And you still went to get a Danish?”

He rubbed his upper lip with his left hand and tapped the wheel with the bandaged one.

“I burned my eggs.”

Right. Hot pot. Burned hand. Smoke-filled kitchen.

“You know what’s funny?” I said.

The Three Stooges.”

“I don’t know anything about you. You could live in your mother’s basement.”

“That’s just where I bury the bodies.”

Blatant avoidance. It had been cute before; now it was getting on my nerves.

“Are you married?”

“No!”

He could have been lying, buy lying liars always lied. There wasn’t a thing I could do about that except make sure I asked.

Something was wrong. We’d kissed twice, and twice he’d shut down. I should have been the one shutting down. I was the one with all the ex-boyfriend baggage. Why was I the one who was always so willing?

But there he was in the front seat, driving with both hands on the wheel, glancing at me once in a while to make sure I wasn’t choking on my tongue in the back seat. Discomfort radiated out of him.

Here I was with my hands in my lap thinking about ways to kiss him again.

He pulled into the little lot and wedged into a space. He turned off the car, popped his seat belt, and stared at the wheel for a split second too long. I was about to open the car door myself when he turned all the way around, arm over the back of his seat, bandaged hand on the back of the passenger side.

“Kissing you…” He stopped and looked at my lips so intensely I folded them back and bit them. “You’re dangerous. I can’t even see your lips, but I can taste them. I couldn’t brush the taste of you out of my mouth this morning. Right now. The honey. I can taste it but not enough. I want to kiss you again, and I can’t. I lose my shit around you. I can’t do it. My job is control. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

My jaw loosened, and I let my lips go.

“No, I don’t. I’ve met bodyguards before. You’re a stoic bunch, but you’re not all celibate. And if you think this is easy for me, you’re wrong. I’m afraid too. I’m afraid you’re going to get hurt because of me. last night…” I put my fingertips to my lips as if that would keep the choking sob from coming. I kept it back. “Last night he showed me he’s back, and if he’ll hurt me, he’ll hurt you.”

If I thought seats would be a barrier between us, I was wrong. He launched himself between them and placed his lips on mine. Our third kiss was unexpected, uncomfortable with him stretched between front and back. I wove my fingers in his hair, giving him my mouth, and taking his.

I wanted that kiss to tell him it was all right. He could lose control. He could bemore than a protector. He was as safe with me as I was with him. But I couldn’t without lying to both of us.

He yanked his lips away.

“Trust me.” He leaned his forehead against mine.

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CD Reiss is a New York Times bestseller. She still has to chop wood and carry water, which was buried in the fine print. Her lawyer is working it out with God but in the meantime, if you call and she doesn’t pick up she’s at the well hauling buckets.

Born in New York City, she moved to Hollywood, California to get her master’s degree in screenwriting from USC. In case you want to know, that went nowhere but it did give her a big enough ego to write novels.

She’s frequently referred to as the Shakespeare of Smut which is flattering but hasn’t ever gotten her out of chopping that cord of wood.

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Blog Tour, Excerpt, Giveaway, & Review: AN EX FOR CHRISTMAS by Lauren Layne

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Love Unexpectedly
Lauren Layne
Releasing Nov 7, 2017
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My Review:

Lauren Layne is one of my favorite authors. Going into her books, I know she is going to introduce me to a couple with whom I want to be friends – people I wish I knew in real life.

And now she combines that with a frisky Christmas friends-to-lovers romance that will have you looking for mistletoe everywhere you go.

A resolute believer in signs, Kelly conducts her life based in no small part on what her myriad of Magic 8 balls tells her to do. When a woman at a subway station tells her that she will find her true love before Christmas and that he’s someone from her past, Kelly immediately assumes the dude is an ex. As she heads home, she writes up a list of those exes, determined to track down her true love.

The first guy she runs into is her lifetime best friend Mark. It’s clear that there is more to the two of them than just friends, even if Kelly can’t see that. Layren Layne shows you from the start that Kelly need no look further than her back yard, but that’s not the kind of girl Kelly is. She is someone who needs to learn from her mistakes, even if she breaks your heart while doing so.

Since this is a Lauren Layne romance, you can expect some deliciously hot sexy times. And since it’s also a holiday romance, you can expect Christmas charm wherever you go. I loved watching Kelly slowly realize what she has overlooked, and I absolutely loved how Mark tried to show her the truth. My only wish is that he’d been a little bit more developed. There just wasn’t enough Mark, which isn’t a complain so much as a compliment. He’s a great guy.

An Ex for Christmas is a fast-paced, fun, holiday romance that will warm you up – in more ways than one.

 

She’s making a list—and checking it twice. But is there a nice guy among all her naughty exes?
The New York Times bestselling author of Blurred Lines returns with a
charming friends-to-lovers rom-com.

When a psychic tells spunky, superstitious Kelly Byrne that she’s already met her true love, she becomes obsessed with the idea of tracking him down before Christmas. Kelly immediately writes up an “Ex List” and starts contacting old boyfriends to figure out which one is the one. When her college sweetheart rolls into town, Kelly convinces herself that they’re meant to be. The trouble is, sparks are flying with someone she’s never given a chance: her best friend, Mark.
Mark Blakely has watched the guys on Kelly’s list break her heart, and he’s not looking forward to watching them do it all over again. Mark’s always been there for her, but the timing’s never worked out for their relationship to be something more. Now, just as Mark is ready to move on, the sexual tension between them is suddenly off the charts. With Christmas morning around the corner, he just hopes Kelly will wake up and realize that everything she wants has been right in front of her all along.
 
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A former e-commerce and web marketing manager from Seattle, Lauren relocated to New York City in 2011 to pursue a full-time writing career. She signed with her agent in 2012, and her first book was published in summer of 2013. Since then, she’s written over two dozen books, hitting the USA TODAYNew York Times, iBooks, and Amazon bestseller lists.
 

 

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AMERICAN KING (New Camelot Trilogy #3) by Sierra Simone

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American King, the stunning conclusion to The New Camelot Trilogy by Sierra Simone is available NOW!!

 

My Review:

This, dear readers, is a book you must savor.

I know that you are anxious to get through it because you want to know what happens. Will Ash and Embry repair their fractured relationship? Will Greer bear a child? Will Embry marry Abilene? Will Embry and Morgan defeat Ash in a presidential election? And what of Lyr? Are the Carpathians the threat Embry believes them to be?

You will get your answers. But you do not want to race through Sierra Simone’s chapters in a rush. You want to take your time and immerse yourself in the story she tells. You need to sink into Simone’s words and parse the importance of such lines as: “The most important part of wearing a crown and using a sword is knowing when to set them down” and “… I’d grown around this empty space, keeping something clear and untouched without even really knowing why I was holding a door open to a room I didn’t know I had, keeping a hidden garden free of weeds, sheltering a hollow meant for someone or something I couldn’t yet see” and “I don’t have to worry about right and wrong, strong and weak, protective and reckless, because she will worry about it for me” and “No man can keep the whole world forever, after all. Which is why it’s better to burn it down before it slips away.”

This is Ash’s story to tell. He answers your questions, and you will love him more than you already did. He is a man who lives very much in his mind even as he fights wars and leads a country. He’s a thinker and a feeler, intuitively knowing what the people he loves need. Greer is a golden orb of love, desiring only to give her love. And then there is Embry, the impulsive, knee-jerk respondent who often reacts before he thinks. When the three of them are together, they realize that each of them completes the others.

As Ash shows us, though, while the head that wears the crown may be heavy, the head of the next in line can feel just as heavy, if not heavier. Ash must contend with his role in Embry’s departure, just as Embry must accept his weaknesses. It’s compelling to read.

It’s also occasionally heartbreaking. Be prepared to weep as Simone breaks you, but also trust that she will put you back together.

Sierra Simone fans know to expect some scorching hot sexy times, and this book does not disappoint in the least. There is a LOT of sex, but not one moment feels gratuitous or prurient. These intimate scenes are transformative. They illuminate relationships and characters and themes. She uses sex as a means to bring you closer to her characters, just as they grow closer to each other.

Arthurian legend fans will rejoice over the allusions, but Simone doesn’t stop there. She has one particularly poignant reference to The Lady of Shallot, something that will resound with you. I continually found myself admiring how she incorporates literary allusions into her story.

This book is a beautiful conclusion to the trilogy. Beautiful, romantic, tragic, anguishing, and resoundingly erotic. I loved every word.

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They say that every tragic hero has a fatal flaw, a secret sin, a tiny stitch sewn into his future since birth. And here I am. My sins are no longer secret. My flaws have never been more fatal. And I’ve never been closer to tragedy than I am now.

I am a man who loves, a man whose love demands much in return. I am a king, a king who was foolish enough to build a kingdom on the bones of the past. I am a husband and a lover and a soldier and a father and a president.

And I will survive this.

Long live the king.

Excerpt:

When I was twenty-two, I met a prince. He seemed to be the exact opposite of everything I was—loud where I was quiet, smiling where I frowned, careless where I was careful, careful, careful. Embry joined the Army because Vivienne Moore wanted her son to craft the perfect politician’s resume. I joined because it seemed like the place to continue my never-ending quest for honor; because becoming an officer in the Army had a certain cachet in my neighborhood; because I wanted to somehow cosmically return the favor for my college scholarship; because the structure and rigid hierarchy of military life appealed to me.

Most importantly, I joined because I knew Carpathia was the most dangerous place in the world at the time, and I felt needed there in a way I can’t describe. It was like a barometric pressure that made my bones and teeth ache when I tried to resist it. I knew that I was supposed to be there in the same way I knew that God was real or that I was bisexual. It was a fact, even if it couldn’t be seen.

And after all that, then I see this lieutenant refuse to break up a fight? When we were there on the brink of war and responsible for safekeeping innocents nearby? No. I wasn’t an angry person, but I was a disciplined one, and the one thing I couldn’t tolerate in other people was a lack of it.

I only meant to shake some sense into him, to tell him clearly and unmistakably that he wouldn’t get away with that shit while I was around, but then he turned, and I saw his face for the first time.

And it was over.

Done.

One look at those winter-blue eyes and those delicate lips and I was finished. One glance at his lean, long body, and I was falling. Every part of me responded with heat and flush and wrenching want, like a hook had been fastened somewhere in my chest and was now giving an almighty tug, and the only thing to ease the ache would be to get closer, closer, closer.

I’d never seen a boy so beautiful. Haughty as he was, overindulged and so obviously dissolute, he was the loveliest person, boy or girl, I’d ever seen.

I still pinned him against the wall, though. And it was when I had him against the wall with my forearm on his throat and my body trapping his that he sealed his fate. As I was choking him, he looked at me with his whole world in his eyes.
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Blog Tour, Excerpt, & Review: FROM THIS MOMENT by Melanie Harlow

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From This Moment, an all-new sexy and emotional standalone from USA Today Bestselling author Melanie Harlow is available NOW!

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From This Moment by Melanie Harlow

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Publishing Date: October 10th, 2017

 

My Review:

From the moment Drew walked into the diner where Hannah worked, she was hooked. His charisma – that charming way he had of overtaking the room – drew her to him. She chose Drew over his identical twin brother Wes because Drew commanded her to do so.

Now, a few years after Drew’s sudden death, Hannah continues to struggle with widowhood. Her daughter Abby is far better adjusted, but she was three when Drew died. She didn’t have the connection with him that her mother did. When Wes comes back home after a career with Doctors Without Borders, Hannah isn’t sure how she will cope. It’s like looking at Drew, only … different.

Melanie Harlow makes the differences in the two brothers’ personalities clear. You can see why Hannah was more attracted to Drew, and you can see why Wes, for her, sort of blended into the scenery. You can also see why she might be ready for Wes’s steadiness and goodness now.

When Harlow puts you in Wes’s POV, your heart breaks a little for how strongly he has loved his brother’s wife. He saw her first, but he ceded the role of prospective lover to Drew. You want Hannah to see Wes – to really see him – because Drew deserves this.

Harlow includes subplots involving Wes’s family, as well as a widows’ support group to which Hannah belongs. She shows you Abby’s struggles to understand that Wes is not her father, even as she dearly wishes he were.

Another thing Harlow includes are some scorching hot sexy times. I really like how she showed you the difference in Drew’s and Wes’s lovemaking skills and how Hannah can be drawn to the way Wes rocks the headboard.

My one quibble is the need to give Drew a particular defect that I’ve seen crop up in books in which a widow considers falling in love again. There seems to be a need on the part of authors to justify the widow’s curiosities and yearnings by giving their dead husbands a certain character flaw. It’s unnecessary, and it sends a subliminal message that you can only move on after a loved one’s death IF that person did this one particular thing.

Sometimes this book might make you weepy. Sometimes it might make you squeeze your thighs together. Sometimes it might make you feel the warmth and hope of love.

 

Blurb:

It was like seeing a ghost.

When my late husband’s twin brother moves back to our small town, I want to avoid him. Everything about Wes reminds me of the man I lost and the life we’d planned together, and after eighteen long months struggling just to get out of bed, I’m finally doing okay. I have a new job, an amazing support group, and a beautiful five-year-old daughter to parent. I don’t want to go backward.

But I’m drawn to him, too. He understands my grief and anger and guilt like no one else—and I understand his. Before long, that understanding becomes desire, and that desire becomes uncontrollable.

He says he doesn’t care what people think, and love can never be wrong. But life has taught me its cruelest lesson–love doesn’t always win.

If only my heart would believe it.

Excerpt:

“Want to go out in the canoe?” he asked.

“Okay.” I ditched my flip-flops on the small, beach-level deck, and we set our wine glasses and the bottle on the deck’s little round table. Wes was already barefoot. Together we dragged the forest green canoe from the tall beach grasses on the side of the deck down to the water’s edge and tipped it over.

“Let me rinse it out a little,” Wes said, frowning at the dirt and spider webs inside. “Want to grab the paddles? They should be in the shed.”

“On it.” I went to the small shed on the embankment, opened it up and grabbed the oars, which stood in one corner. On the shelves were life jackets and sand toys and deflated rafts that probably had holes in them, and scratched into the wooden door among other graffiti was WP + CB. Huh. I’d never noticed that before. Who was CB? I glanced over my shoulder at Wes, who’d taken off his T-shirt and tossed it onto the sand.

My stomach full-out flipped.

Quickly, I shut the door to the shed and brought the oars down to the canoe.

Wes stood up straight and stuck his hands on his hips. He wore different sunglasses than Drew had worn, more of an aviator than a wayfarer. The body was similar, though Wes’s arms seemed more muscular, especially through the shoulder. Other things were the same and caused a rippling low in my body—the soft maroon color of his nipples, the trim waist, the trail of hair leading from his belly button to beneath the low-sling waistband of his red swim trunks. In my head I heard Tess’s voice. Arms. Chest. Shoulders. Skin. Stubble. Muscle. The smell of a man. The solidity of him.

“What’s the law on drinking and canoeing?” he asked.

What’s the law on staring at your brother-in-law’s nipples? I wondered, swallowing hard. What was wrong with me?

“I think we’re okay,” I said, handing the oars to him. Our hands touched in the exchange. “Let me grab our glasses.”

“Perfect. If you hold them, I’ll take us out.”

I retrieved the wine glasses from the table and walked carefully across the sand to the lake’s edge, taking deep, slow breaths. A sweat had broken out across my back. I was wearing a swimsuit beneath my cover up, a modest tankini, but I didn’t want to remove it. Wading ankle deep, I attempted to step into the canoe, but it wobbled beneath my foot.

“Whoa.” Wes took me by the elbow and didn’t let go until I was seated at one end, facing the other. “Okay?”

I nodded. Despite the heat, my arms had broken out in goose flesh.

“All right, here we go.” As he rowed us away from shore, the breeze picked up, cooling my face and chest and back.

“Drew and I used to have canoe-tipping contests.”

I snapped my chin down and skewered Wes with a look over the top of my sunglasses. “Don’t even think about it.”

He just grinned, the muscles in his arms and chest and stomach flexing with every stroke of the oars through the water. Momentarily mesmerized, I allowed myself the pleasure of watching him. It was okay if we were both thinking about Drew, wasn’t it?

In fact, it was only natural that I was intrigued by the sight of Wes’s body. He was my husband’s identical twin, for heaven’s sake, and I missed his physical presence in my life. I missed looking at him naked. I missed feeling the weight of him above me. I missed the feeling of being aroused by him, of my body’s responses to his touch, his kiss, his cock.

Deep in my body, the rusty mechanism of arousal creaked to life. My nipples peaked, my stomach hollowed, and something fluttered between my legs.

Oh, Jesus.

I sat up straighter, pressed my knees together, and closed my mouth, which I realized had fallen open. Hopefully I hadn’t moaned or anything. After another sip of wine, I turned my head and studied a freighter off in the distance. My heart was beating way too fast.

It’s only natural. It’s only natural.

Wes stopped paddling and set the oars in the bottom of the canoe, their handles resting against the seat in the middle. “We’ll have to bring Abby out here.”

“Definitely.” Did my voice sound normal? “She’ll love it. Here, want this?” I held his wine glass toward him and he reached out to take it. His fingers brushed mine, and I pulled my hand back as if the touch had burned me.

“Thanks.” He tipped the glass up then looked along the shore. “I’d like to find a place on the lake. Maybe not along this stretch of beach, though.”

I caught his meaning and smiled. “A little too close to home?”

“Yeah. But I don’t want to be too far away. I’d like to get a boat too.”

“What kind of boat? Drew always talked about it, but we never quite settled on one.”

“Not sure. Maybe just a little fishing boat, something to ski behind.”

“That sounds fun. Drew loved to ski.”

“We’ll have to teach Abby.”

I laughed. “You, not we. I managed to get up and stay up a few times, but I am not the expert.”

“You can teach her to cook, I’ll teach her to water ski.”

“Deal.” Separate activities seemed like a good idea.

“Breakfast was incredible.”

“Thanks.” I tucked a strand of hair that had escaped my ponytail behind my ear, but the wind blew it right back into my face. “I really like working there. I’m so glad Georgia suggested it to me.”

“How long have you been there?”

“Since spring, when they got busy. I’m not sure what I’ll do this winter when it slows down. I’m dreading it, actually. Abby will be in school full time, and it will just be me at home alone.” This was something else I hadn’t talked about with anyone, how worried I was that the gray skies and cold weather and silent hours would set me spiraling into depression. “I always thought I’d have another baby to take care of, but life saw things differently.”

“You’re still young, Hannah.”

I shook my head. “I’m really not. And I feel even older than I am.” Please don’t go Grief Police on me and tell me I’m being ridiculous, I begged him silently. This isn’t the life I chose. It was handed to me and I’m doing the best I can.

But he didn’t say anything more, just sipped his wine and looked out at the horizon. I was grateful.

“What about you?” I asked. “Think maybe you’ll get married now that you’re back? Have a family? Abby won’t have any siblings so she needs some cousins.”

“That seems to be a popular topic of discussion around here,” Wes said, shaking his head, “but I really have no idea.”

“Small town. We like to know everyone’s business.” I smiled. “Hey, what about CB? I saw your initials carved with hers on the door of the shed. Maybe she’s still around.”

He groaned. “Is that still there? Jesus. That had to be twenty years ago.”

Hugging my knees, I leaned forward. “First love?”

“Not even.” He hesitated, as if he were trying to decide whether to confess something.

“Come on,” I cajoled, carefully reaching out of the canoe, and splashing water toward him. “Tell me. I’ve been spilling my guts for an hour.”

“First kiss.”

I squealed. “And?”

He cringed. “It’s too embarrassing.”

“Wes, I had a completely humiliating breakdown in front of you last night. I got snot on my arm.”

“This is worse.”

“Get it out. You’ll feel better.”

“Let’s just say it was a very awkward, very fast experience.”

I gasped. “You lost your virginity to her?”

“No. Just my dignity.”

Laughing, I tilted my head back and felt the sun on my face, the wind in my hair, and something like joy in my heart.

It had been a long time.

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Blog Tour & Review: KING OF CODE by CD Reiss

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King of Code by CD Reiss
Publication Date: September 18th, 2017
Genre: Contemporary Romance

My Review:

You know those books that you start reading and you find yourself instantly – hopelessly, completely, gloriously – immersed in its story? And you can’t pull yourself out? You don’t want to pull yourself out? You want to move right into this book and talk to the characters and be a part of their lives? You want to help them solve the mystery plaguing them? You want to nudge them toward each other (or, in some cases, keep them apart)?

That is how you will feel while you’re reading King of Code. This book will capture you in its grip and not let you go. And you will be FINE with that.

Taylor Harden is the King of Code. He’s the guy who is so confident about his coding skill that he offers up a competition to anyone who can hack into it.

And then someone does, before the contest even really begins.

Taylor goes on a mad search for the culprit, which leads him to a small, dead town in the bowels of Florida, where Harper Watson awaits him. It turns out that Harper just might be the true King of Code.

She has her reasons for teasing him into coming to her town, and then it appears that other, outside elements are at play where Taylor’s company is concerned. The two have some battles to fight, with each other and with those external forces.

If this sounds like some sort of heavy mystery, it isn’t. CD Reiss infuses this book with humor, passion, lust, and eroticism. The latter does not solely apply to romance, by the way. Numbers, it turns out, can be immensely erotic, especially when positioned in such a way as to send you a message.

I don’t want to say much more about this book because it is not one that you need to know too much about beforehand. All you need to know about King of Code is that it will grab you from its first page and not let go until you turn its last one. You will find yourself absolutely enraptured by its story, and you may even find yourself squeezing your thighs together with need. This is, after all, a CD Reiss book. All of that passion and eroticism demands a certain release, you know?

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From New York Times Bestselling author, CD Reiss, comes a sexy tale of secrets, intrigue, betrayal, and a love worth crossing a continent for.

Taylor Harden is a man on the edge.

The edge of fame. The edge of untold wealth.

The edge of utter humiliation.

He built an unhackable system, and in front of everyone, it’s hacked.

His reputation goes from king to goat in a split second. Boom. Like that.

Some dude in Barrington, USA (AKA Nowhere) has locked down Taylor’s code, and if he doesn’t get it back, he’s going to be wearing a monkey suit for the rest of his life.

Except, this guy? This hacker from Nowhere? He’s not a guy.

Harper Watson’s all woman. And she has a plan for Taylor, his code, and his body.

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“About time!” the older lady shouted.

“Is Harper back?” I asked, handing the bags to the blushing redhead.

As if summoned, Harper came through the swinging door, keeping it open so everyone could get past. She looked at me through the screen.

“You coming in?” she asked.

“We need to talk.”

“Did the decryption key work?”

The door slapped closed behind her as she came out, and we were alone. The way the setting sun hit her cheeks made her glow, and the strands of gold hair at the edges looked translucent. She belonged on a postcard.

I kept forgetting she was holding me hostage. I kept forgetting I needed to think strategically. I had more at stake with this girl than I’d ever had with another.

“Did you doubt it would work?”

“Not really. I’m just making conversation.”

“What are the thorns about?” I pointed at the thorn bed that had eaten my phone and went down the stairs to the yard.

She came after me. “Don’t you have these where you’re from?” She snapped a dry twig off the end.

“Roses? Yes. Impenetrable, groomed thorn bushes in our yards? No.”

“It’s not normal to give the gardeners in town something to do?” We walked around the perimeter.

“You are not normal.”

“It still blooms in spring. It’s really nice. You should see it.”

We were at the back end of the yard, where the very top of the factory’s roof cut the horizon.

I took her hand, pulling her to a stop. “Harper.”

“Taylor?” Her hair flew in her mouth when she turned, and she drew her finger across her cheek to get it out.

What was I supposed to tell her again? That I knew we’d interviewed her. That I didn’t give her the job despite her having a leg up on everyone else we saw.

But was I contrite? Accusatory? Was I just going to relay information? What did I want out of her after I told her I knew?

“Thank you for helping today,” she said. “If you’d asked me when we met, ‘Would Taylor Harden help clean the factory?’ I would have said, ‘No, not for any reason.’ But there you were. Pushing a broom. Scooping up shit. Not being an asshole.”

“My watch was at stake.”

“Yeah. Whatever. You can say what you want to keep your reputation as a shithead intact.”

“I have a reputation as a shithead?”

“You know you do.”

I did know it, and I reveled in it.

She faced me and put her other hand out. I took it, holding both hands between us. I couldn’t help it.

“Well, you guys are such a bunch of sad sacks I had to help. And let me tell you, every guy in Barrington has a little asshole in him. Trust me. I’ve played pool with them.”

“I want to say…” She stopped herself as if she really didn’t want to say. “Let’s get together tonight and get you another decryption code. But… saying this is stupid.” She bit her lip.

“Say it anyway.”

“The sooner you get four codes, the sooner you leave.”

I looked at our hands so I wouldn’t have to look at her.

“I’m not sure if I want that,” she said.

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CD Reiss is a New York Times bestseller. She still has to chop wood and carry water, which was buried in the fine print. Her lawyer is working it out with God but in the meantime, if you call and she doesn’t pick up she’s at the well hauling buckets.

Born in New York City, she moved to Hollywood, California to get her master’s degree in screenwriting from USC. In case you want to know, that went nowhere but it did give her a big enough ego to write novels.

She’s frequently referred to as the Shakespeare of Smut which is flattering but hasn’t ever gotten her out of chopping that cord of wood.

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Blog Tour & Review: SCANDALOUS by LJ Shen

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Scandalous by LJ Shen

Publishing Date: September 29th, 2017

Genre: Contemporary Romance

 

They call him The Mute for a reason.

Hard, cold and calculated, he rarely speaks.

When he does, it’s with disdain.

When he does, his words aren’t meant for me.

When he does, my stomach flips and my world tilts on its axis.

He is thirty-three.

I am eighteen.

He’s a single dad and my father’s business partner.

I’m just a kid to him and his enemy’s daughter.

He’s emotionally unavailable.

And I am…feeling. Feeling things I shouldn’t feel for him.

Trent Rexroth is going to break my heart. The writing isn’t just on the wall, it’s inked on my soul.

And yet, I can’t stay away.

A scandal is the last thing my family needs. But a scandal is what we’re going to give them.

And oh, what a beautiful chaos it will be.

My Review:

Trent Rexroth is one of those guys who just screams “GO AHEAD AND TRY.”

Try not being attracted to him. Try ignoring the lust he ignites in you. Try and make him yours. Try and make him feel for you what you feel for him.

Just try.

In his mid-thirties, Trent has molded and shaped the life he wants for himself. He is a successful businessman – albeit one who, along with his three partners, had to sell off 495 of the business to a scavenger – and attentive, devoted father to his precocious daughter. When he needs a woman, he takes her, satiating that need, and then discards her.

Evie Van Der Zee, though. Evie is someone he isn’t sure he can discard. And she certainly does not want to discard him.

Their relationship, though, is scandalous.

First, there is the fact that she’s only eighteen (he’s thirty-three), and then there is the tiny detail that her father is the scavenger who owns nearly half of Trent’s company.

LJ Shen combines some corporate intrigue with a forbidden-ish romance, throwing in a whole lot of hot headboard rocking, and crafts a story you will devour. Trent has that hot, predatory hero quality to him, and Evie is – dare I say it – the plucky heroine. When she gives herself to Trent, you worry for her because you know that she’s going to have to choose between love and family.

This is a scorching hot romance, and Shen does a solid job of not making you feel icky over the age gap. The sexy times are thigh-squeezingly delicious, and there are even times when you might feel a bit teary.

This is the first LJ Shen novel I’ve read, and now you must pardon me because I need to read the rest of the books in this series.

 

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Trent’s gaze cut to mine and stopped when his grays met my blues. The fading noise of Vicious barking at people to move along, and my father finally letting go of my arm to move toward Jaime and Dean—probably trying to gain both allies and sympathy—died down.

“I don’t like you,” Rexroth whispered under his breath, his voice harsh.

“I never asked you to.” I shrugged.

“You won’t be working here.” His arm brushed my shoulder, but I didn’t think it was by accident. I let loose a sugary smile, scanning his face and torso for no other reason other than to taunt him. “Good, you’ll be doing me a favor. My father is the one forcing me to work here. He’s pissed I turned down five Ivy League colleges. Remind me, Mr. Rexroth—which top tier university did you attend for your degree?”

The low blow was supposed to retrieve some of my lost dignity, but bile burned my throat, shotgunned from my stomach. Trent Rexroth was known in Todos Santos as an exhilarating success story, rising from the gutters of San Diego. He went to a shitty state college that accepted even the illiterate, working as a janitor on campus after hours. Those were given facts he’d recited himself in an interview for Forbes.

Had I really just tried to make him feel less worthy because he wasn’t born with a silver spoon in his mouth? It made me sicker than wearing my mother’s designer garbs.

Trent smiled, leaning into my body, into my soul. His smirk was more frightening than any scowl, frown, or grimace I’d ever seen. It threatened to tear me apart and sew me back together however he pleased.

“Edie.” His lips were dangerously close to my ear. A delicious shiver moved down my spine. Something warm rolled inside of me, begging to unknot and flower into an orgasm. What was happening, and why the hell was it happening? “If you know what’s best for you, you will turn around and leave right now.”

I elevated my head to meet his gaze and showed him my version of a grin. I was born and raised in a world of intimidating rich men, and I’d be damned if I go down like my mother—addicted to xanax, Gucci, and a man who paraded her on his arm for a short, glorious decade before keeping her solely for public appearances.

“I think I’m going to go find my desk now. I’d wish you a good day, Mr. Rexroth, but I think that ship has sailed. You’re a miserable man. Oh, and one for the road.” I fished for a Nature Valley bar in my mother’s purse and plastered it to his hard, muscled chest. My heart slammed into my neck, fluttering like a caged bird.

I hurried after my father as he glided down the vast, golden-hued hallway, not daring to look back. Knowing I’d started a war and arrived unequipped. But I also knew something else that gave me a surfer’s rush—if I could slam the final nail in my employment coffin and make Rexroth vote against me, I’d be off the hook.

I had just the plan for it. All I had to do was act like a brat. Game on.

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L.J. Shen is an International #1 best-selling author of Contemporary Romance and New Adult novels. She lives in Northern California with her husband, young son and chubby cat.

Before she’d settled down, L.J. (who thinks referring to herself in the third person is really silly, by the way) traveled the world, and collected friends from all across the globe. Friends who’d be happy to report that she is a rubbish companion, always forgets peoples’ birthdays and never sends Christmas cards.

She enjoys the simple things in life, like spending time with her family and friends, reading, HBO, Netflix and internet-stalking Stephen James. She reads between three to five books a week and firmly believes Crocs shoes and mullets should be outlawed.

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Blog Tour & Review: DEAR BRIDGET, I WANT YOU by Penelope Ward & Vi Keeland

 

My Review:

Penelope Ward and Vi Keeland fans, meet your new Hot Hero: Dr. Simon Hogue.

He wears his scrubs in a way that both his frontal and dorsal views are accentuated, and he knows exactly what it takes to please a woman. AND he has a hot British accent. He is All The Things.

Oh, get your minds out of the gutter. He knows how to clean a kitchen, drop off a kid at school, and pull a fish hook out of your bum. And, okay. He’s good at the other stuff, too.

Ward and Keeland know how to tell a story with humor and poignancy, and that skill is quite apparent in this book. Bridget, a widowed mother of an eight-year-old son, is slowly coming out of the fog of her husband’s death two years earlier. She rents a garage apartment to Simon, and the two become friendly. You can see where this is heading, even if they can’t. Simon doesn’t want to because he’s convinced himself that he will never be in a relationship, much less have a child, and Bridget is scared to death. It isn’t just her heart at stake, you know.

One thing I really liked about this book is that Ward and Keeland do not use Bridget’s son for pathos, nor is he a convenient plot point. He is every bit the character that Simon and Bridget’s friends are. Through him, you learn more about Bridget and Simon as you watch them interact with him.

What you really want to about are the sexy times, though, right? Never fear, girls. Ward and Keeland use just the right amount of delicious detail to make you squeeze your thighs in a desperate attempt for release, and they will do that gloriously. The hot headboard rocking scorches the page, so consider yourselves warned.

There are some wonderfully sweet moments, too, and there are some characters you wish you could shake mercilessly. The heart of this book is Simon and Bridget, and you will love them.

Heart and heat. Two things Penelope Ward and Vi Keeland write very, very well.

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Dear Bridget,

I’m writing this letter because it’s highly doubtful I’ll ever garner the courage to say this to your face.

So, here goes.

We’re totally wrong for each other. You’re the proper single mum with a good head on your shoulders. I’m just the carefree British doctor passing through town and temporarily living in your converted garage until I head back to England.

But here’s the thing… for some bloody reason, I can’t stop thinking about you in very inappropriate ways.

I want you.

The only reason I’m even admitting all of this to you right now is because I don’t believe it’s one-sided. I notice your eyes when you look at me, too. And as crass as I appear when we’re joking around about sex, my attraction to you is not a joke.

So, what’s the purpose of this note? I guess it’s a reminder that we’re adults, that sex is healthy and natural, and that you can find me just through the door past the kitchen. More specifically, it’s to let you know that I’m leaving said door cracked open from now on in case you’d like to visit me in the middle of the night sometime.

No questions asked.

Think about it.

Or don’t.

Whatever you choose.

It’s doubtful I’ll even end up sliding this letter under your door anyway.

–Simon

 

 

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Penelope Ward is a New York Times, USA Today, and #1 Wall Street Journal Bestselling author of thirteen novels. With over a million books sold, her titles have placed on the New York Times Bestseller list seventeen times. She is the proud mother of a beautiful 12-year-old girl with autism (the inspiration for the character Callie in Gemini) and a 10-year-old boy. Penelope, her husband, and kids reside in Rhode Island.

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Vi Keeland is a #1 New York Times Bestselling author. With more than a million and a half books sold, her titles have appeared in over eighty Bestseller lists and are currently translated in seventeen languages. She lives in New York with her husband and their three children where she is living out her own happily ever after with the boy she met at age six.

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Cocky Bastard
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Stuck-Up Suit
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Playboy Pilot
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Mister Moneybags

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Standalone novels

Beautiful Mistake
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Egomaniac
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Bossman
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The Baller
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Left Behind (A Young Adult Novel)
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First Thing I See
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Life on Stage series (2 standalone books)
Beat
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Throb
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http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/throb-vi-keeland/1121112695
https://store.kobobooks.com/en-US/ebook/throb-4

MMA Fighter series (3 standalone books)
Worth the Fight
http://www.amazon.com/Worth-Fight-Vi-Keeland-ebook/dp/B00FLG5B9S
https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/worth-the-fight/id805540252
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/worth-the-fight-vi-keeland/1117014180
http://store.kobobooks.com/en-US/ebook/worth-the-fight

Worth the Chance
http://www.amazon.com/Worth-Chance-Vi-Keeland-ebook/dp/B00I2UKQOK
https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/worth-the-chance/id813714461
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/worth-the-chance-vi-keeland/1118634058
http://store.kobobooks.com/en-US/ebook/worth-the-chance

Worth Forgiving
http://www.amazon.com/Worth-Forgiving-Vi-Keeland-ebook/dp/B00MWL78EG
https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/worth-forgiving/id906130022?ls=1&mt=11
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/worth-forgiving-vi-keeland/1120173153
http://store.kobobooks.com/en-US/ebook/worth-forgiving

The Cole Series (2 book serial)
Belong to You
http://www.amazon.com/Belong-You-A-Cole-Novel-ebook/dp/B00BUTCXLE/
https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/belong-to-you/id639401754
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/belong-to-you-vi-keeland/1114962845
http://store.kobobooks.com/en-US/ebook/belong-to-you

Made for You
http://www.amazon.com/Made-You-A-Cole-Novel-ebook/dp/B00DPWVKS6
https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/made-for-you/id84550637
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/made-for-you-vi-keeland/1115883225
http://store.kobobooks.com/en-US/ebook/belong-to-you

Other books from Penelope Ward:

Drunk Dial

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Mack Daddy:
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RoomHate
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Stepbrother Dearest
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Neighbor Dearest
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Sins of Sevin
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iTunes: http://apple.co/1K8mzGg
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kobo: http://bit.ly/1OaGY3D

Jake Undone (Jake #1)
Amazon: http://amzn.to/1dJrHBC
iTunes: http://apple.co/1fJayQ8
B&N: http://bit.ly/1obAwJ6
kobo: http://bit.ly/1SPKl0M

My Skylar
Amazon: http://amzn.to/1obOG2F
iTunes: http://bit.ly/SLNOTR
B&N: http://bit.ly/SLO1qi
kobo: http://bit.ly/1kNrtAB

Jake Understood (Jake #2)
Amazon: http://amzn.to/1GFdves
iTunes: http://apple.co/1DQQwgC
B&N: http://bit.ly/1FwJC0z
kobo: http://bit.ly/1LQ7Fvk

Gemini
Amazon: http://amzn.to/1vgk1SE
iTunes: http://apple.co/1QTaONj
B&N: http://bit.ly/1KfmLHD
kobo: http://bit.ly/1BGJ2wu

Blog Tour, Excerpt, & Review: DIRTY FILTHY RICH LOVE by Laurelin Paige

My Review:

I will not – I cannot – hide my love of the way Laurelin Paige tells a story. She knows how to craft an erotic romance to show you not just carnality, but characters and emotions and conflicts. She shows you darkness, but she tempers it with lightness. She draws the dirty and filthy, but at the same time reflects purity.

You need to read Dirty Filthy Rich Men before you start this book. You need to read it before you read more of this review, but you will encounter spoilers. Really, you need to read it because Dirty Filthy Rich Love isn’t enough on its own. You need more.

Donovan Kincaid is a tortured soul. His first engagement ended tragically, and, to combat the demons that haunt him, he takes extraordinary measures to protect those he loves. Sabrina realizes this, although she is slow to accept it. She knows that love looks different to him. He feels it differently from how she does. The closer she gets to him, though, the more she begins to look at and feel love the way he does.

But is that enough? Laurelin Paige asks this question. Is it enough to understand someone fundamentally? You can know that person, yet can you trust him? Can you trust what you know and how you feel?

Sabrina tests Donovan. She demands honesty and transparency, and she demands it from a man who only understands subterfuge and concealment. Love may transform you, but whether it can change you fundamentally is another matter entirely.

You need to know that Laurelin Paige will test Sarina and Donovan. She will demand that they earn each other’s love, and she will put them through dark times. She never does so, though, without shining a light for them to reach. She draws two intense, passionate characters and does not back off from that intense passion. When she plays that out sexually, she delivers some of the most erotic sex scenes you will read. She shows you how Donovan communicates to Sabrina through sexual intimacy, and she shows you how he uses that intimacy to help Sabrina overcome obstacles she faces.

When I finished reading this book, I found myself almost immobile. I felt awestruck by how Laurelin Paige wrote Donovan and Sabrina’s story, and I felt bereft that it was over.

But then I started thinking. Donovan has three business partners. Surely they deserve their stories told. Right, Laurelin Paige?

 

Dirty Filthy Rich Love by Laurelin Paige

Release Date: September 11th

 

 

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Blurb:

I’ve discovered Donovan Kincaid’s secret.

It’s dirty and filthy and rich – as dirty and filthy and rich as he is – and it haunts me as much as he ever did.

Even after knowing what I know now, I still want to talk to him, to touch him. But there’s an ocean between us, and I’m not sure it can be crossed with something as easy as a phone call or a plane ride.

Yet I’m willing to try.

He doesn’t know this yet, but this time I’m the one with the power. And maybe – just maybe – if the air were cleared and all our secrets bared, there could still be a chance for us.

And this dirty, filthy thing between us might end up being love after all.

 

 

Excerpt:

He took another step toward me, and I started to step back, but there was a counter behind me, so I had to stay put. And maybe I wanted to stay put. He was only a foot and a half away from me now.

“But I haven’t lied to you, Sabrina.” His gaze never left mine. “And I’m not lying when I say I don’t give a fuck about anybody else’s cunt but yours.”

We stood there, not touching, not speaking, each of us standing our ground. But I had no basis to keep my position, and it felt like he’d won so much already.

I couldn’t back down.

“Prove it,” I said.

His expression flared, his eyes growing dark and mean, and I realized what I’d done. Donovan wasn’t one to be provoked.

I’d just invited the devil out to play.

“Unzip your skirt and put your hands on the counter behind you.”

My heart hammered and my belly twisted. My panties were embarrassingly drenched all of a sudden, and I wanted him. But I stood completely still. “I didn’t—”

He cut me off. “No talking and unzip your skirt.”

My mouth slammed shut, but I still didn’t move. If I moved, I’d be asking for this. But if I talked, I’d be telling him to stop.

And I didn’t want this to stop.

I just didn’t want to ask for it because I was stubborn and stupid for wanting him in the first place.

But he would give it to me without the words, without my obedience. Because he knew me. He knew what I needed.

With his eyes never leaving mine, he found the zipper at the side of my waist and pulled it down. After that, the skirt was loose enough that all he had to do was tug it once and it fell easily to my feet. He nudged his knee against my inner leg, and automatically I stepped that foot out of the pool of material on the floor, widening my stance.

He gave a nod of praise, sending a jolt of warmth through my entire body.

Then he bent down in front of me.

Suddenly, breathing was harder than it should have been. My chest moved up and down, air passed through my mouth, but I couldn’t get enough of it to my lungs.

And he hadn’t even touched me yet.

The sight of him alone—Donovan Kincaid, one of the most powerful men in the world, down on his knees in his black Ermenegildo Zegna suit—it was overwhelming and erotic, and by the time he put his hand at the back of my knee, I was already trembling.

 

 

 

 

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Blog Tour & Review: WE OWN TONIGHT by Corinne Michaels

From New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal Bestselling author Corinne Michaels, comes a sexy new STANDALONE romance novel.

WE OWN TONIGHT is available now!

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My Review:

When I was a teenager, I was all about Andy Gibb and his older brother Barry. I bought every Andy Gibb record, and my first concert was The Bee Gees. Andy seemed a little more accessible, if only because he was closer to me in age and single. Oh, how I loved Andy and Barry Gibb.

I think Heather would understand. She’s been a fan of boy band star Eli forever. And, now, even though he’s past forty and she’s nearing it, when she goes to one of his concerts, can you blame her for shouting, albeit in a moment of inebriated glee, that she loves him?

If you’ve ever wondered how rock stars hook up with fans, Corinne Michaels gives you an idea. What is not likely, though, is that a fan grabs her clothes and runs like the wind the moment the sexy times are over, as Heather does. Perhaps that ramps up Eli’s interest a bit because he begins a pursuit.

Romance with a rock star isn’t easy under the best of circumstances. Heather, for however much she has “loved” Eli all these years, she has no desire for or interest in getting involved with someone as famous as he is. She fights against it. As Michaels shows, however, fighting love is a very ineffectual thing to do.

Rock star romance fans will devour this book. Hot Romance fans will devour this book. Romance-in-general fans will devour this book. It is utterly devourable. Heather will frustrate you sometimes in her determination to impede her happiness, but you will like her. She’s genuine. Eli will captivate you endlessly, and you might find yourself dreaming of your own boy band romance, particularly when you get to the sexy times. Corinne Michaels delivers those with delicious detail.

This is one of those irresistible romance novels that hooks you from its first words and doesn’t let go until you finish. When it’s over, you will feel a tinge of sadness at having to say goodbye to Heather, Eli, and their friends and family.

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I’m not a one-night stand kind of woman. I’m especially not the woman who has a few drinks at a concert and ends up in bed with my childhood celebrity crush, Eli Walsh.

However, that’s exactly where I find myself.

What’s a girl to do after a drunken mistake? Run. I grab my clothes and get away from the powerful, irresistible, and best-sex-of-my-life superstar as fast as I can. His gorgeous green eyes, rock-hard body, and cocky smile have no place in my world. My life is complicated enough.

Someone forgot to tell him that.

Eli is relentless. Pushing his way into my heart, wearing me down, proving he’s nothing like I assumed, and everything I need. But when my world shatters to pieces, he holds the broken bits together. Unwillingly, I fall desperately in love with him.

He made me think we’d have forever . . . I should’ve listened when he said we could only own tonight.

 

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New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal Bestseller Corinne Michaels is the author of nine romance novels. She’s an emotional, witty, sarcastic, and fun loving mom of two beautiful children. Corinne is happily married to the man of her dreams and is a former Navy wife.

After spending months away from her husband while he was deployed, reading and writing was her escape from the loneliness. She enjoys putting her characters through intense heartbreak and finding a way to heal them through their struggles. Her stories are chock full of emotion, humor, and unrelenting love.

 

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