New Release: Getting a Grip by M. E. Carter

Title: Getting A Grip
A #MyNewLife Novel
Author: M.E. Carter
Genre: Romantic Comedy
Release Date: July 18, 2017
Blurb
This isn’t my life. Okay, it is my life,
but not the way I envisioned it would be.
I wasn’t supposed to be a divorced mother of three when I
turned the big 4-0.  Sure, I expected the fine lines, gray hairs and left
over baby belly.  What I didn’t expect was expanding our family
get-togethers by one… my ex-husband’s new child bride.  Ok, ok, she’s not
young.  Maybe.
Did I mention this is not the life I planned?
It could always be worse, I know. I’m lucky to have a mother
who loves to babysit, a best friend who loves sarcasm, and a new friend by
the name of Greg, who is apparently a child whisperer and tells me my eyes are
pretty.
Sigh… Greg.
The perfect, Adonis-like God of a man who keeps flirting
with me. At least I think he’s flirting with me. It’s been so long, I don’t really
know.
Between birthday parties, a few ill-advised bouts with
make-up, and a whole slew of gymnastics classes, it’s finally time to take back
some control.
So, while my girls learn all about how to grip the bar, I’m
going to learn how to get a grip on my life.  And maybe my heart.

 

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Mother, reader, storytellerME Carter never set out
to write books. But when a friend practically forced a copy of Twilight into
her hands, the love of the written word she had lost as a child was rekindled.
With a story always rolling around in her head, it should come as no surprise that she finally started putting them on paper. She lives in Texas with
her four children, Mary, Elizabeth, Carter and Bug, who sadly was born long
after her pen name was created, and will probably need extensive therapy
because of it.
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New Release: 4 Stars for Hard Stick by LP Dover

 

 

Title: Hard Stick
Series: Breakaway #1
Author: L.P. Dover
Publisher: Loveswept
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: June 13, 2017

 

Blurb
He carries a big stick. And he’s not afraid to use it.On the ice, I’m Kellan Carter, powerhouse enforcer for the Charlotte Strikers.
Off the ice, I’m just a regular guy. The last thing I want is to get mobbed by
a bunch of groupies who are only after me for my fame and money. My ideal woman
knows how to enjoy a little good, clean fun—and maybe some not-so-clean fun
too. That’s the kind of girl I’d never let go.

When Kristen Robinson, the gorgeous, down-to-earth bartender I’ve been crushing
on, agrees to let me take her out, I’m thrilled. We have an amazing night
together, culminating in the most electrifying kiss of my life—and that’s it.
Kristen tells me we can’t see each other again, but I know that kiss meant as
much to her as it did to me. What I don’t know is that Kristen
has a dangerous secret. . . .

I’ve proved to Kristen that she can trust me with her body and her heart. But
when her past comes back to haunt her, I need to prove that she can trust me
with her life. And I might have to get my hands dirty after all.

 ** Hard Stick is an action-packed romantic suspense. Just
to warn you, the story line does NOT center around hockey. The main character
plays but a lot of the book is set outside of the rink. **

My Review:

4 Stars!

Hey! Bet you already knew this, but just in case… this is not a sports romance. The male MC just happens to be a hockey player.

Now that that is cleared up…

I loved Kristen. Look, we all make bad choices in guys at some point in our lives. Kristen just happened to make a stellarly bad choice and had to pay for it. Everything changed and she and her best friend had to pay quite a price. In the end, she ends up with the very right guy–Kellan.

L P Dover always amazes me with her ability to write an lovely romance and add in a good dose of suspense and a dash of danger. It’s one of the reasons I love her books. The other reason – her characters. She writes amazing characters with flaws and issues and enough good to make you root for them. Hard Stick is no different. I wanted Kristen and Kellan to find their way to an epic romance.

Great writing and a good story plus great MCs make this one a great read!

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Excerpt

“So what happened to Maddox? I couldn’t help but notice his
face.”
Dallas and Braeden glanced at each other and chuckled.
“Kellan fucked him up in practice,” Dallas replied.
I gasped. “Why?”
He finished off his beer, and I could tell he was feeling it
by the lazy smile. “It’s what he does. Maddox was being a dick and Kellan put a
stop to it. It’s why he’s our captain.”
“Wow, that’s craziness.”
I ran his card and held it out to him, but he grabbed on to
my hand. “You haven’t agreed to go out with him, have you?”
“Who? Kellan?” I asked. The girls gawked at me and snorted.
He nodded. “Yeah.”
“No, why?”
“Just asking,” he said with a shrug. He put his arm around
the blonde and they started for the door. “It’d be nice to get the five hundred
dollars.” They stopped and he smiled at me over his shoulder.
“What are you talking about?” I demanded.
Braeden sighed and smacked Dallas on the back of the head.
“Stop fucking with the girl.” Then he turned to me. “It was just a stupid bet.”
“Stupid?” Dallas laughed. “You put three hundred on it, so I
don’t want hear that shit.” In a drunken haze, he smiled over at me. “Just do
us a favor and don’t go out with him until after the weekend. We made a bet
that he couldn’t get you by the end of the week.”
Braeden hit him again. “What the fuck? Shut the hell up.” He
pushed Dallas out the door and they all followed him. So Kellan agreed to the
bet? That was mighty bold of him.
I could hear steps on the hardwood floor behind me. “You all
right?” Chris asked.
Turning on my heel, I smiled. “Yep.” If Kellan was trying to
win the bet, he wasn’t trying very hard. But then again, maybe five hundred
dollars was nothing compared to the money he earned. I used to make a good
living, but at least I was able to retrieve the money I had in the bank before
my supposed death. Having that money helped, especially since I didn’t make
nearly as much working at the pub. Hopefully soon I’d be back to doing what I
loved.
“Why don’t you go home? I can finish up here,” Chris
offered.
“You sure? I don’t mind staying.”
He shook his head. “Go. You do enough here as it is.”
I hurried behind the bar and grabbed my purse. “Thanks,
Chris. After all the training Aylee puts me through, I’m exhausted by nine
o’clock.”
“I can imagine.” He laughed. “I know not to mess with you
now.”
Aylee taught me many self-defense techniques and how to
fight. Before, I had no clue what to do if someone attacked me. After
everything that happened with Mitchell and Cole, I had to make sure I was ready
for anything. At least now, I wouldn’t have to worry about it anymore.
I waved goodbye to Chris and then walked out the door. The
night was cool and I breathed in the clean air; the smell of rain was near. We
needed it after the long, dry summer we had. Looking over at my car, I didn’t
realize there was a truck parked next to me with someone leaning against it. It
wasn’t just any someone, either.
“Where were you tonight?” I asked, looking straight at
Kellan’s smiling face. He had on a pair of jeans that hung low on his hips with
a snug green T-shirt that showed off his perfectly sculpted arms. Why did he have
to be so sexy? Not to mention, he had perfectly straight, white teeth, which I
thought would be a rarity among hockey players.
“So you missed me, huh?”
His smile was infectious and I caught myself smiling back.
“I wouldn’t say missed, but I was curious where you were. I saw what you did to
Maddox.”
He shrugged. “It had to be done. Maddox has a large fucking
head and needed to be brought down.”
I held up my hands. “You don’t have to explain. I, of all,
people know what kind of head he has.” It was the size of the entire country.
Chuckling, he stepped forward, his gaze roaming over my
body. “You seem different tonight. It’s not very often you smile.”
I hadn’t had a reason to, but I couldn’t tell him that.
“Maybe it’s because I know something you don’t.”
“Oh yeah? What’s that?”
“Uh, I don’t know, perhaps something about a bet?”

 

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New York Times and USA Today bestselling
author L. P. Dover
 is a southern belle living in North Carolina with
her husband and two beautiful girls. Before she began her literary journey she
worked in periodontics, enjoying the wonderment of dental surgeries.
 
She loves to write, but she also loves to play tennis, go on
mountain hikes and white water rafting, and has a passion for singing. Her two
youngest fans expect a concert each and every night before bedtime, usually
Christmas carols.
 
Dover has written countless novels, including her Forever
Fae series, the Second Chances series, the Gloves Off series, the Armed &
Dangerous series, the Royal Shifters series, the Society X series, the Circle
of Justice series, and her standalone novel Love, Lies, and Deception. Her
favorite genre to read and write is romantic suspense, but if she got to choose
a setting in which to live, it would be with her faeries in the Land of the
Fae.
 
L.P. Dover is represented by Marisa Corvisiero of
Corvisiero Literary Agency and Italia Gandolfo of Gandolfo
Helin & Fountain Literary Management for dramatic rights.

 

 

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Cover Reveal! Undeniable by Callie Harper

 

Title: Undeniable

Series: Beg for It (Standalone)

Author: Callie Harper

Genre: Hot Contemporary Romance

Cover Design: Perfect Pear Creative

Release Date: October 24, 2016
Blurb

Undeniable (Dom & Gigi)Dom’s the one she couldn’t have. Gigi’s the one he couldn’t forget.

They haven’t seen each other for four years. He’s been serving in the Special Forces. She’s finished college. They’ve had time to move on. Neither one has.

Now there’s a death threat. Her family’s business has pissed off a drug cartel. Her life’s in danger.

They’re thrown together, on the run. He has to keep her safe. From everyone. Including himself.

NOTE: Undeniable is a standalone hot adult romance. It’s the fifth story in the Beg for It series—which can be read in any order—about the dominant, alpha males in the Kavanaugh family and the strong, sexy women who make them finally meet their match.

 

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Callie Harper writes hot, fun, page-turning romances. She is powered by coffee, wickedly sexy bad boys, and all things funny, intentional or otherwise. Born on the East Coast where she learned the joys of fast-paced sarcastic banter, she and her family are now kickin’ it in the West Coast sunshine. On any given day there’s a good chance you’ll find Callie outdoors enjoying the gorgeous Bay Area, but if she’s indoors she’ll likely be reading, writing or eating, preferably all at once.

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Cover Reveal + giveaway! Fractured Hope by Kristy Love

 

 

 

Title: Fractured Hope
Series: Undone #4
Author: Kristy Love
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Cover Design: Okay Creations
Release Date: October 17, 2016

 

Blurb
Emptiness was my constant companion.
Grief was all I knew. Loneliness was all I felt.
Life beat me down. The punches kept coming.
I existed. Didn’t really live.Then he came into my life.

Roman.
He was like a battering ram with a silver tongue.
But for the first time in so long, I felt something.
I felt everything.
Peace.
Cared for.
Hope.But hope led only to disappointment.

* * *

Loss.

Simple. Complicated. Life Altering.
I lived alone, consumed by everything I no longer possessed.
I had nothing to live for.Mia woke something inside me I thought died long ago.

There was finally someone to share my life.
This was a dream I’d relinquished long ago.
She stirred emotion that I tried to fight,
But I wanted her.
Needed her.
I felt I had something to live for.But hope was a liability I couldn’t afford.

 

Excerpt

“Roman!” Mia squealed. She jumped out of the way as flour exploded out of the mixer and all over the counters, floor, and cabinets. “You can’t just dump flour into the mixer! You have to go slow about it.” She bumped me out of the way with her hip, measured out more flour, then poured it into the mixer. She put a little bit at a time before pouring more in. It was a slow process, but the look on her face . . . I loved how focused she was. There was a tiny crease between her eyebrows and her tongue stuck out of the corner of her mouth just a little bit. Just enough to make me crave leaning closer to taste her.

I pushed that thought away quickly. “I’m not a master baker like you are.” I smirked at her and her cheeks flushed. Knowing she reacted to me, no matter how small, gave me a rush. It made me feel things I hadn’t felt in years. I forgot how good it felt to be around a woman and enjoy her company.

I also forgot how much blue balls fucking sucked.

Mia turned the mixer off. “You don’t want to put the chips in with the mixer going. You want to fold them in.”

“You can fold dough?”

She nodded, never taking her eyes off what she was doing. She was meticulous about every step of the process. From the measuring of the ingredients to how and when they were added. She was in a zone and it turned me on. Watching her with her red apron on made me want to lift her onto the counter and taste the cookie dough off her lips. She said she wanted my help, but all I’d done is fuck up with the flour. “You can. Watch.” She grabbed a spatula and mixed the dough. I had no idea what she was doing that was any different than what she did before, but I didn’t question her. She knew what she was doing.

She had a little flour in her hair and a bit of her ponytail escaped and hung over her forehead as she worked. She made me ache. My arms ached to grab her close. My lips ached to taste her. My body ached to possess her. These feelings had been growing steadily over the last few weeks. As she opened up more and more to me, it got worse. I understood why she was so closed off and seeming to not live. I understood her sadness, her detachment from life. I understood her. I knew what it was like to lose your hope, your future, your everything.

“Perfect,” she muttered to herself. She doled out dough with a little scooper that looked like the smallest ice cream server I’d ever seen. She dropped each blob onto a cookie sheet, quickly and efficiently and I couldn’t take my eyes off her. My chest hurt watching her, so I rubbed it softly. Once she put the sheet into the oven, she turned around and rested her hands on her hips, her smile radiant. “First batch is in the oven.” Her eyes fell down to my chest and she laughed, though she tried to suppress it. “Uh, Roman? You’re a mess.”

I looked down at my black shirt, though it hardly looked it now. Flour splotches made it look black and gray.

“You might want to go brush your shirt off . . . outside.” Mia moved as though she was about to walk around me, but she stopped when I gripped the bottom of my shirt. I whipped it over my head and balled it up.

“Now flour won’t go everywhere.”

Her eyes skated over my skin, from my eyes to my waistband. They studied every inch of me as her mouth moved slightly, like she was forming silent words, her eyes wide.

I’d rendered her speechless. I liked that. I liked the color creeping into her cheeks and the way her chest moved rapidly with every breath.

“I, uh.” She cleared her throat. “I have to get the next batch of cookies ready to go into the oven.” She ducked her head and walked around me. The air between us was heavy, full of anticipation, arousal, and desire. I watched her, wishing I was brave enough to reach out and take what I wanted.

And, damn it, I wanted her.

“Is something the matter?” I asked, wanting her to say something. I wanted her to say there was something there between us, to give me permission to act on this crazy attraction between us.

“No, nothing. I just don’t want to forget what I’m doing.” She looked back over her shoulder at me, her eyes lingering on my arms.

“Am I distracting you?” I tossed my shirt onto the floor by the back door and stepped closer to her, leaning my hip against the counter. Her bare arm brushed against me as she moved. She jumped and scrambled away. The side of my mouth twitched, fighting the smirk that wanted to break free.

“No, not at all.” She sidled a few inches away, but kept working. Mia’s eyes were focused firmly on the task at hand. I slid a bit closer until she bumped into me again. She braced her hands on the counter as though it took a great deal of effort from her to ignore me. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

“Mia?” I moved closer to her. This time our skin was touching, there wasn’t any space between us. I felt the goosebumps pop up on her arm as she stiffened. “Are you okay?” She nodded quickly, her breathing rapid. Her sweet scent wafted up, enticing me. I grabbed her shoulder and turned her toward me. Her eyes slowly met mine. “Are you sure?” She didn’t move. Her breath seemed to have stopped in her chest as she looked up at me, raw emotion in her eyes. In that moment, I knew she wanted me, too. I wasn’t alone in feeling this pull between us. I was done pretending and denying. I cupped her face in my hands, gazing into her eyes. She seemed so uncertain and so fragile. I wanted to hold her together and make her feel better. I wanted her to lean into me instead of away.

I wanted so damn much from her.

I moved even closer, dropping my face closer to hers as she looked up at me. Her hands went to my arms, holding me away or pulling me closer, neither of us knew. Closer still, I ran my nose along hers, waiting for her to make a move. She smelled faintly of sugar, vanilla, and butter and I couldn’t wait to see if she tasted like it, too.

Finally, I had enough. I melded my mouth to hers. It wasn’t an innocent peck, a testing of what was between us; it was immediately passionate. Her hands tightened on my arms and one of my hands moved into her hair. She tasted better than I imagined she would as our lips continued tasting and wanting. She tasted like the cookie dough we had just been making and something else, something sweet I couldn’t quite place my finger on, but I knew I was addicted. One taste would never be enough. She’d be my favorite flavor.

Mia whimpered, a small noise in the back of her throat. I grabbed her ass and pulled her hips flush with mine, letting her know exactly what she was doing to me. All the dinners and sweets we’d shared had filled her out so nicely. It fit in my hand and quickly became my second favorite part of her—after her lips. She clutched me closer. Her tongue swept over my lips and I felt as if my knees were about to buckle. It’d been so long—so long—since I had someone in my arms, someone’s lips pressing against my own. I couldn’t get enough. That it was Mia, my sweet, docile neighbor, the girl I thought had been walking toward death’s door a few short months ago, blew my mind.

Her hands moved everywhere. Over my arms, my chest, my abs. One hand fisted in my hair like she was holding me hostage, not letting me get away from her. Not this time and not ever.

I was surprisingly okay with that.

Just as my hand skimmed her back, the oven timer blared. Mia jerked away from me, her chest heaving and her eyes wide in surprise and disbelief. Her fingers trailed over her lips as she stared at me. The timer went off behind us, having broken our connection, but not completely severing it. We were still lost in each other. After a few more seconds, Mia shook her head.

“I have to get that.” She pointed over her shoulder to the oven, though her eyes never left mine. She smiled weakly before turning around and rushing to the oven. My heart pounded in my chest as I watched her move around the kitchen, preparing another batch of cookies for the oven. I knew, in that moment, a kiss wouldn’t be enough. I wanted more of Mia. I wanted her smiles, laughter, tears, and anger. I wanted all of it. Except I was in no position to accept it. I wasn’t worthy of her beauty, inside or out. As much as I craved more, I couldn’t do that to her. I couldn’t subject her to me.

I grabbed my shirt off the floor. “I just remembered, I have plans. I’ll catch you later, yeah?”

“Oh,” Mia said as she whirled around, a cookie sheet in her hand. “Sure, no problem. Thanks for the, um, help.” She smiled.

“Of course.” I left her house and shrugged into my shirt. 

At home, I got in the shower, making sure it was sufficiently cold. Bracing my hands on the wall, I hung my head, chastising myself for being so weak. And pathetic.


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From the time she was old enough to form words into sentences, Kristy Love has been writing stories. She attended La Roche College and graduated with a Bachelor’s Degree in Professional Writing. When she’s not writing, Kristy can be found with her nose stuck in a book or spending time with her family and friends. She lives with her husband and two girls in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania.

 

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New Release!!  3.5 Stars for The Final Chase by Jessica Florence

Title: The Final Chase
Series: Final Love #2
Author: Jessica Florence
Release Date: June 21, 2016
 
 
 
I never thought a wallaby, Henley shirts, and a horse’s rectal exam would have anything in common.

Turns out they did.

Jake Wild. Owner of Wild rescue for exotic animals.

He’s everything I’m not, my polar opposite.

I’m heels and my salon,

He’s dirt and his creatures.

But much like the animals he cares for, he’s got that carnal edge

He’s the type of man you crawl on your hands and knees for with your ass up in the air. 

He bites, he’s on the hunt, and now I’m his prey

A chance meeting and a bet started the undeniable attraction between us. 

But I’m not giving my heart and soul away that easy, he’s going to have to catch me first.

It’s the ultimate game of cat and mouse,

But will it be the Final Chase?

 
My Review:
3.5 ⭐️

3.5/5 Stars!

The Final Chase is so over the top! Cammy is loud, boisterous, and uninhibited. Jake is about as alpha as they come. There are wild animals…literally. Jake calls Cammy is mate for life.

I can’t make this stuff up, people.

I enjoyed the book. It was funny with lots of snarky bantering between Cammy and Jake. The schmexy times were pretty steamy. There were some really romantic parts and other times when I wanted to smack Cammy upside the head and shove Jake in a cold bathtub, but this book wouldn’t be what it is without them.

 
  
 
 
 
“I feel like we should explore this,” he announced. I stared at him like he sprouted two more heads.  Speaking of heads, I was feeling something pressed against my tummy. Something hard and delicious.
 
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I tried, going for plausible denial.
 
“I’m an animal, remember? I like the chase and I will catch my prey.” He walked us back so I was against the wall with his arms caging me in. Why was this so hot? He was a stranger! Well, sort of.
 
“I’m not prey. And I don’t like to be chased,” I countered, even though I’m pretty sure it was a lie.
 
“Of course you do. Ask me how I know.” His head leaned in, close enough that I felt his breath caress my lips. Oh Lord.
 
“Tell me, oh wise one.” My voice was breathy and hoarse.
 
“You’re an alpha, a leader. You need a man who will pursue you for your affections, and who will prove he is the better man overall. A man who will take care of your every need. Hard. Slow. Soft. Fast. A man who gives you the world, while giving you stability. You need an equal. An alpha,” he purred and I think I just orgasmed. God, now I know what Rayne felt like when Arson was all “I’m your fucks and flowers.” I wanted to jump up on this man’s cock and go to town.
 
“That’s where you’re wrong, kitten. We are completely different. We wouldn’t even know what to do with each other, let alone try for stability. It would never work. But lovely words.” It was better for me in the long run. He was hot and wild. He was an animal.
 
“So the chase begins. Remember my words, sweetheart. The longer you run, the sweeter it will be when I catch you. And I will catch you.” Orgasm number two? Maybe? For a moment, we just stared at each other. A sort of challenge, if you will. I was determined to fight this. He was determined to chase. This was going to be interesting, one way or the other. Either we would collide and fuck like animals, or it would end in nothing. 
 
 
 
Jessica Florence, Kaleidoscope of Romance
 
Author <3 PotterHead <3 Movie Geek Extraordinaire.
 
Writer of Surviving Valentine, The Heart trilogy, Evergreen, Lights of Scotland Series, and The Final Love series.
 
When she’s not writing her next invigorating story. You can find her running her own business, and spending time with her husband and daughter in southwest Florida.
 
   

New Release & Giveaway! Pierce My Heart by Kelsey Jensen

 

 

Title: Pierce My Heart
Series: Women of Willowbrook #1
Author: Kelsey Jensen
Genre: New Adult/Contemporary Romance 
 Release Date: August 9, 2016
Blurb

It all began with a choice…Anna Pierce had, by all accounts, a blessed life. She grew up in a home full of laughter, love, and support. Where the biggest problem she faced (other than how to deal with her family’s crazy antics) was deciding her plans for college. Little did she know the ugly path her choice would drag her down.

A choice that left her free-falling…Fast forward five years. Her life still held that same laughter, love, and support, but it was no longer full. A shadow hung overhead, waiting. Always threatening.

Until he caught her…

Jake Taylor stormed into her life and turned her world upside down. He made her feel things she’d hidden away from; made her face life again. But, most importantly, he helped her find the light.

And gave her happily ever after…

*This book contains adult content (lots of swearing, a little drinking, and some sexy times) and is intended for readers 18 and older*

**This is book one in a series, but each book will be a STANDALONE with a new couple. NO cliffhanger**

Trigger Warning
(Physical abuse)

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Excerpt

(WARNING. Contains mentions of physical abuse) I’m coming out the bathroom when I hear heated voices coming from my right at the end of the hallway. Being the nosey girl I am, I tiptoe in that direction to see what the heck is going on, half preparing myself to intervene if Nate’s trying to taunt Robby into another wrestling match.

Between fending those two off trying to put me in a headlock and wading in when they were trying to body slam each other, I should’ve gotten a job refereeing for the WWE.

Shaking my head, I move further along when I notice the voices are coming from the office on the left side with the door mostly closed. Just as I prepare to push in, I hear Robby say my name angrily.

“Seriously, J.T., what are you doing with Anna? And, how in the fuck do you even know her?”

“I met her earlier today when Roc, Man, and I stopped by to see Grace and help her out,” he explains and, I note, evading Robby’s first question.

Apparently Robby did too.

“You didn’t answer my question, man. If you only met her today, why the hell does she keep looking at you like she’s half in love with you? Anna doesn’t get close to guys like that. Not anymore.”

What the hell?

No way.

I was not looking at him like I was half in love with him.

Was I?

I mentally shook myself.

Of course I wasn’t, that’d be crazy.

I just met him.

“I don’t know what to tell you, but I did. Can tell you she feels anything like I do that look is not a bad thing.”

My face scrunches.

What does that mean?

“What the fuck does that mean?” Robby snaps.

“Man, it’s none of your business. It’s between Anna and me.”

Yikes.

That isn’t going to go over well with Robby.

He’d always been protective of Nate and me growing up, but especially me, and it only got way more intense after the whole Xavier thing—how that was possible I wasn’t sure, but it did.

“It sure as hell is my business. That’s my sister. I know how you are with women, J.T., and Anna is not one of those bitches. No fucking way. If you think for one minute I’m gonna stand by and let you fuck her over, you must’ve been hit in the head with a two-by-four one to many times. It ain’t gonna happen.”

Nope. Robby is not fucking around anymore.

I hear some shifting around before Jakes voice comes again.

“You think I’d come in your home knowing who she was to you, and I knew before I came tonight, then make a play and bail? Let me point out, man, you knew how I was in college with women, but you do not know how I am now. There’s rumors sure, but that’s all they fucking are. No way I’d make a play with your sister and not follow through with that shit.”

Suffice to say I’m not so crazy about him calling a play about me ‘shit’.

There’s a long pause.

Looking back, if I’d known what was coming next, I could’ve braced myself, run the other way, or jumped into the room and did a jig.

But, I didn’t.

Instead, I stand and listen while all the air leaves my lungs.

“She’s been hurt.”

“Rob, I got that,” Jake snaps in irritation.

“No man, she’s been fucking hurt,” Robby grinds out, the pain and anger in his voice is still as fresh as when he’d first seen my face after it happened.

I feel the air ping with something intense; even a little scary.

“Say again?”

“She’d kill me for telling you this,” he mutters.

He’s fucking right.

No one needs to know this shit, ever. Especially Jake. It’s over and done with. There’s no point in bringing it up when he’ll just end up looking at me different.

“Tell me,” he demands.

Robby sighs but tells him, “A few years back I get this frantic call from Evan, says Anna called her up crying, freaking out. Tells me to get my ass in gear and get up there. Nate was with me and heard the conversation, bitched at me until I gave in and we jumped in the car. When we got there, Jesus, man…” he trails off, likely trying to control his anger at the memory.

I, on the other hand, am using all my energy to keep my legs under me.

“What?” Jake bites out.

“The piece of shit hit her. Backed her into a fucking wall and punched her in the goddamn face.”

My heart is pounding so loudly in my ears I don’t hear a response, but Jake must’ve done something, made some sort of face, because Robby responds to it.

“Yeah, man, so you can see my dilemma when a guy who was the epitome of a ‘get him some’ guy comes sniffing around my baby sister after she’s already endured that shit. I’d rather some shy, balding, dull-as-shit guy who worships the ground she walks on go after her, but that’s a fucking dream. No way Anna would ever go after some boring, bald dude.”

I have to agree with him on that one.

A man who chooses to be bald and works it, yes. A man who is balding, chooses to hang on to his hair, and ends up going for the whole comb over look, not really my thing.

“Yeah, Rob, I can see your dilemma. Since you shared all that with me, I’ll give you something in return. First, I’m not backing off your sister. Yeah, I can see that displeases you, but I also don’t give a shit. Second, no fucking way I’d take in everything you just said and not go about this with the utmost care. You know she’s not just some woman and she’s not gonna be some woman who’s just gonna warm my bed for a night. There’s something there and it’s up to us to figure out where that’s gonna go, not for you or anyone else to decide. For us. The last thing I’ll give you is the same promise I gave her not two hours ago. No one is going to hurt her again, ever. Not one person. Doesn’t matter if what’s building between us goes sour, not a fucking person will hurt her again,” he finishes rocking my world, unaware he’s even doing so.

I decide now is the best time to make my move, so I do just that.

Author Bio

 

Kelsey is a romance hoarder (seriously, 2500+ and counting on her kindle. She’ll have to read until the day she dies and beyond to finish her TBR), an amateur baker, an experimental cook, a Bob Seger groupie and a die-hard fan of all things leather, fringe, silver, classy, and full of sparkles.

Kelsey grew up the only girl in my family, and because of the age difference between the kids, she turned to books and barbies for enjoyment. That is when she wasn’t horsing around the cul-de-sac with the neighborhood kids. 

Her love for reading and creating stories only grew from there.As she got older, she got more involved with sports (mainly golf and softball), friends, boys, (duh!) but that never stopped her from enjoying books, or from making up background stories for her barbies and then later the sims in her game. 

Summer of ’15, she found herself at a point where one character wouldn’t let her keep the story quiet.

Anna came to her while she was mowing, of all things, and wouldn’t stop until she put the story down.

While giving Anna and Jake their HEA, they introduced her to all the awesome people in their lives. And because she’s a huge sucker for a HEA, she’ll be assisting everyone (that wants it of course) in finding their own happily ever after.

But, when she’s not lost in the world of Willowbrook and all it’s inhabitants, exploring a new planet, or finding new places to lose herself in characters, she can be found deep in the world of other authors, trying out her baking skills on her family and friends, learning, then tweaking new recipes from the Food Network, immersing herself in good music, relaxing and cackling with the people close to her, or disappearing as she binge-watches seasons in a day on Netflix.

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New Release: Underwater by Maayan Nahmani

Title: Underwater
Author: Maayan Nahmani
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: June 26, 2016
In an instant, my world turned upside down

Because of one incident, my life will never be the same

Every day I struggled to breathe

Every day I went through the motions

I felt too much

I was numb

I was drowning

I was lost inside the black

So they made me go there

I was already there, watching from the dark

And then I met him

And then I saw her

He scared me to death

She took my breath away

He was darkness

She was my light

They whispered he can’t be touched

She was the only one I could touch

I couldn’t be with him, they needed me

I fucking needed her

So I told him I would be his friend

I told her I would be her friend. For now.

But I couldn’t resist him for long

She finally realized that she’ll always be mine

We were a hot mess

We were the perfect kind of mess

Then reality dawned on me

Then my demons broke loose

I was underwater, trying to break through to the surface

I reached out my hand, trying to pull her to shore

Could he really help me?

Would she accept me, scars and all?

This was us

This was our storyAuthor’s Note:

“This book is based on true events and contains sensitive subjects that may be a trigger to some readers, such as violence, abuse and post-traumatic stress disorder. It also contains a parent with cancer. It is recommended for ages 18 and up.” Safe. No cheating/OW.

I pulled my car next to Dorian’s and turned off the engine. I couldn’t believe I’d actually come here. I was scared shitless to let someone in, especially now when all my attention needed to focus on one thing: my dad. Shaking my thoughts loose, I grabbed my purse, exited the car, and made my way over to where Dorian was waiting for me.
Stormy clouds drifted across the sky, hiding the moon and darkening the neighborhood. Dorian stood at the base of a street lamp where it illuminated his features, softening the rugged angles of his face. He was attractive in a rough-around-the-edges kind of way, but now – as I let myself really look at him – I thought he was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.
He left me breathless.
“We should go up,” he said. “It’s getting cold.”
He took my hand and led me in the direction of his home. God, his home. The place where he lived. I was going to see where he slept, ate, and took showers.
Shut up… Don’t think about showers.
We took the stairs two floors up until we reached a wood door. After unlocking it, he waited for me to go in before him. As I passed the threshold, he said in an awful British accent, “Welcome to my humble abode.”
I looked back at him and grinned. I found myself loving playful Dorian. “Why thank you.”
When he turned on the lights, I sucked in a breath. I was here, and there was no turning back. I gave myself a moment to focus on the apartment. Floor to ceiling windows consumed the entire back wall. The living area was an open concept, providing a perfect view of the whole space. Dorian’s apartment was nothing I had expected. A Victorian chandelier with a modern twist hung from the ceiling over a rustic dining room table. And even though the space was open, it had a cozy feel. The warm tones of dark blues and light creams contrasted together beautifully to make the room feel inviting.
And beautiful.
“So, what do you think?” he asked hesitantly.
I eyed him as he looked everywhere but at me.
“I really like it.” Then I added, “I like it so much I’m afraid I might never leave.”
His eyes landed on mine in a flash and a smile spread across his full lips. “I’d love that,” he whispered.
He took a step forward and I took a step back. I knew that if he caught me, it would be the end of our friendship. I would cave. I would fall into his strong arms and never let go. I wasn’t ready for him.
He approached me, his pace steady and his steps sure. His eyes were fixed on mine, making it hard for me to breathe.
When I felt my back hit the wall behind me, I knew there was nowhere for me to go. I drew in a sharp breath.
Game over.
Waves of heat washed over me when he placed his hands on the wall beside my head. My tumultuous heart threatened to break out of my chest.
“Did you mean that?” he asked, his deep voice in my ear, rattling my thoughts.
My eyes fluttered closed. “M-mean what?”
“The song. Did you really mean that?”
His finger touched my chin and lifted my head. “Open your eyes.”
I shook my head. I wouldn’t be able to control what he would see reflected in them. And I had a feeling my eyes would tell him everything my mouth was afraid to say out loud.
That I was afraid.
That the world kept beating me down and there was nothing I could do to stop it.
That I didn’t know how to help my family.
That I wanted him. Wanted to be with him.
“Open your eyes, sweetheart.”
I gritted my teeth, refusing to give in.
Heart beats and erratic breaths were the only sounds in the room. Then I heard him mumble, “Fuck it,” and without warning, Dorian’s lips crashed against mine. My eyes flew open and then they fluttered closed again when my hands found their place on his chest. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to push him away or pull him closer. He kissed me deeply and with purpose, like he had been starving for it. Then his touch became gentle. The pad of his finger ran along my cheek, and then I felt the brush of his lips against mine as the kiss softened, caressing them lightly. When he bit my bottom lip, I gasped. He soothed the stinging pain with his tongue, slowly grazing it until it found its way back into my open mouth. His hand traveled to my thigh, lifting it up and wrapped it around his waist. He pulled me closer, until I was glued to his hard body. With my other leg, I had to stand on my tiptoes, because he was so damn tall. I could feel his hardness on my stomach.
He was hard for me.
My mind awoke from its daze, and I began to realize what was happening. Even though I loved the feel of his lips on mine, I was mad. How could he do that? How could he kiss me without my permission, after he said he would only be my friend? After he promised me we would take it slow.
Suddenly, I was furious.
I shoved him but he was a brick wall. He didn’t feel my pathetic attempts to push him away, so I pushed him harder and punched him across the chest. He brought my thigh down, grabbed my hands and pinned them to the wall above my head. He was like a man possessed. It felt like nothing in this world would make him stop kissing me.
Not even me.
An internal battle took place inside my head. I wanted to kick his ass, to punch him in the face for taking what he wanted without asking. For making me give in, for surrendering myself to the emotions that overwhelmed me. But even more than that, I wanted to cling to him as my heart stepped up its pace while his tongue circled around mine.
I needed more.
I lunged forward, but my captive hands prevented me from getting closer. I kissed him back with eagerness, my tongue connecting with his. His hands let go of mine and he cupped my face. We kissed as if we’d done this a million times before.
His fingers moved along my jaw, then up until they were buried in the roots of my hair. He tightened his grip and pulled me even closer, swallowing me whole.
My hands were busy doing their own touching. I began at the base of his stomach, feeling his abs flexing under my touch. My fingers rose until they reached his strong and broad chest, up to his collarbone, until they touched the scar on his chin. I traced its path, feeling the raw and carved place where smooth skin use to be. I tore my mouth away and kissed the jagged lines. He needed to know that it was a part of him and he was beautiful to me, scars and all.
His body stilled, but I carried on with my inspection. When I was satisfied I hadn’t missed a spot, I looked up and found him watching me, his eyes wet with unshed tears. They shined with sadness, acceptance, warmth, and affection.
I watched him intently as I braced myself to expose my soul to him. It was time. I would not run away anymore.
I opened my mouth and said, “I meant every word.”
I am twenty-six years old and I live in a small town in Israel.
My family and I were going through some difficult times not too long ago and one day I was confiding in my best-friend about everything. I didn’t know how to deal with it all. Then she suggested I should write a book about it. I looked at her as if she had grown another head and dismissed the idea on the spot. But the seed had been planted, and day after day, little by little, without realizing it – I started writing.
That’s how Underwater was born.
I found writing to be cathartic, healing.  Something that helped my mind unwind and put things in perspective. I discovered a magical world where I traveled between imagination and reality. Writing became my home and I never wanted to leave.
I love to read, write, listen to music, edit videos, and play the guitar. I am always looking for the next creative thing. I also like a good movie and a glass of wine.

 

Release Day Book Review: Kissing Her Crazy by Kira Archer

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Title: Kissing Her Crazy

Series: Crazy Love #2
Author: Kira Archer
Publication Date: October 12, 2015

Genre: Contemporary Romance
Rating:3/5
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Synopsis: Sometimes a kiss is so much more…
Single mom Lena Oserkowski just wants to relax at the 5-star resort where her brother is getting married. Oh, and figure out how to make one of her businesses successful enough to support her son. Her focus is thrown out of whack when Elliot Debusshere, twin brother of her new sister-in-law, swims to her rescue at the hotel pool.
Elliot is disillusioned with his wealthy, playboy lifestyle and wants nothing more than to bring some meaning and purpose to the charity he runs. When he rescues Lena from a case of heat exhaustion and meets her son Tyler, he has no idea the answer to his problems might have just fallen in his lap. Literally.
With Lena’s ideas and Elliot’s know-how, they might just be able to make their ventures a success. Except pleasure has a sneaky way of mixing with their business, leaving both dazed and confused. Charming as he is, Elliot isn’t father material. And there’s no room for a single mom and her child in his life. While the attraction between them isn’t easily squashed, there’s no telling the lengths his family will go to prevent a relationship.

I received this copy from the publisher via NetGalley in exchange for an honest review.
Review: A quick romantic read. I didn’t really connect with this book. Elliot was great and his interaction with Tyler was fun to read. Unfortunately, I could never really get myself to like Lena. She was just too something. It wasn’t all bad, though. The story developed well and the ending was satisfying.
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