Review – The Knocked Up Plan by Lauren Blakely 

The Knocked up Plan by Lauren Blakely

My rating: 5 of 5 stars

Before I even opened The Knocked Up Plan, I’d like to attest that I think I got knocked up from this cover because PANTY … MELTING … HOT. I was DONE!!! Could a cover make me pregnant?!? Leather, six-pack abs, hand on the belt buckle, and smoldering look…hmm…maybe. I think I did feel some flutters down there from The Knocked Up Plan. I seriously considered 5-staring this story from the thigh-clenching cover alone. Who was I kidding?!? A Lauren Blakely rom-com is a GUARANTEED 5-STAR DELIGHT.

If I wasn’t already knocked up by the ovary-combusting cover, the The Knocked Up Plan SYNOPSIS sank the deal. This buyer didn’t need the full sales pitch…ALREADY SOLD!!!

There are three little words most guys don’t want to hear on the first date. Not those…I mean these…”knock me up.”

Knock me up?!? Oh hell yes…please do!!! I had to pretend I was the heroine because I was claiming Hot Cover Boy as MINE. Oh this gal wants a baby daddy. If it’s Hot Cover Boy with his hot name of Ryder, then color me green with envy because I would jump into this book and volunteer as a tribute.

There are four words every guy wants to hear on the first date—”your place or mine.”

Mine…ALL MINE. Did I say MINE enough?!? I’m claiming Hot Cover Boy as mine before I even read his story.

This woman. She’s going to be so fun to play like a violin.

Did Ryder say PLAY?!? Oh yes can this hot alpha with his piercing blue eyes, dark hair, tall, and muscular body can play. He plays HARD and FAST.

The chemistry between Ryder and Nicole is COMBUSTIBLE!!! They are magic together. I admit…I was a bit jealous.

I will say this about Ryder Lockhart: he has a world-class tongue. He’s a champion with his mouth, and he treats me like a dessert.

Ryder started out as Hot Cover Boy because I may or may not have eye-stalked the cover long and hard before diving into this delicious story. Then he was Involuntary Thigh-Clenching Co-worker. Finally he was…don’t want to give the spoilers…HEART-THUMPING PERFECTION!!! I ADORED this alpha with an enormous heart!

Ryder BURNS those panties right off. Just forget wearing any. He is a pleaser, and his DELIVERY is ON POINT. ACCESS ACCEPTED.

This man is obsessed with my pleasure. It’s his drug, his addiction, and I want to give him his fix. I want the fix too.

As much as Ryder has mad skills delivering the HEAT, he is so attentive and SWEET. I MELTED into a puddle of goo because SWEETNESS.

He drops a kiss to my forehead. Tingles spread everywhere—all over my body, to the tips of my toes and the ends of my hair.

“Do that again,” I command as the world falls away and all I feel are his lips, his tenderness, and his warmth.

“As you wish.”

Ryder is the ultimate Prince Charming who is PURE PERFECTION.

In one of her hottest and heartwarming books ever, Lauren Blakely blasts the both the heat and heart in The Knocked Up Plan. I cried ALL THE HAPPY TEARS. The Knocked Up Plan knocked so much sizzle and sweetness into me that I was both SMOLDERING and SWOONING! I was ENAMORED with every ounce of this story. So much LOVE!!!

The Knocked Up Plan is a FRESH, FUN, and FEEL-GOOD FAIRYTALE of a love story where you can’t help but float all the way to Cloud Nine!!! I. Can’t. Stop. Floating!!! Prepare to be WOWED as you bask in the Lauren Blakely magic! Laugh-out-loud, heart-stopping sexy, and swoon-worthy, The Knocked Up Plan is the perfect punch to the heart.

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There are three little words most guys don’t want to hear on the first date. Not those…I mean these… “knock me up.”

This single gal has had enough of the games, the BS and the endless chase. I know what I want most, and it’s not true love. It’s a bun in the oven, and I’m not afraid to hit up my sex-on-a-stick co-worker to do the job. Ryder is gorgeous, witty and charming — and he’s also a notorious commitment-phobe. That makes him the perfect candidate to make a deposit in the bank of me.

I won’t fall for him, he won’t fall for me, and there’s no way baby will make three.


There are four words every guy wants to hear on the first date — “your place or mine?”

When my hot-as-sin co-worker makes me a no-strings-attached offer that involves her place, my place, any place — as well as any position — I can’t refuse. Besides, I’ve got my own reasons to take her up on her deal even with her one BIG condition.

There’s no way I’ll want more from one woman than any position, any where, any night? Except . . . what if I do?

Yanking open the door, I head inside. I stride to the small cafe where Ryder said he’d wait for me.

My chest falls. The man is known for punctuality. I scan the white bakery case and the five round iron tables, but he’s not here. When I spin around and survey the bookshelves, my heart nearly leaps from my chest.

He’s in the . . .

Oh my fucking God, he’s waiting for me in the . . .

I bring my hand to my mouth, and I want to run, to leap into his arms. When he sees me, his blue eyes twinkle with mischief.

I am a teapot about to whistle. I am a dog dancing before dinnertime.

He taps the shelves and holds up a book.

A pregnancy guide.

He’s ten feet from me. But I sprint anyway, and I grin like a fool. I stop two inches from him and clamp my hands on his broad shoulders. “Is that a yes?”


I tackle-hug him before he can say anything more. I knock the breath from him in an oomph as I rope my arms around his neck and crash into him.

“But I have one condition,” he says, embracing me back.

I’m crying tears of happiness, so I don’t care. “Anything. Name it.”

“You better hear it before you agree.”

The moment screeches to a halt. He’s going to want visitation rights. He’ll want lots of money. He’ll want summers, or weekends, or evenings out.

I unwrap myself from the warmth of his strong chest and swallow. “What’s your condition?”

“I thought it would be best to present it in the form of a column.”

“A column?”

“Top five list and everything.”

I groan inside. He has five conditions? Maybe my mother was right. Maybe asking for baby-mix from someone you know is a big mistake. Anonymous donors request nothing but greenbacks.

I steel myself as he fishes in the back pocket of his jeans. The paper is square, folded in quarters. He hands it to me. “Open it.”

I unfold it then read the headline out loud. “‘Top Five Positions for Getting a Woman Pregnant’?”

I blink and stare at him. The cogs turn slowly in my brain. I part my lips to speak.

He raises a hand to silence me. “Hear me out. You explained how it worked. The room, the cup, the magazines, the videos. The whacking off in a fucking public place. The cost. But most of all . . . the wait.

You’d have to wait for an appointment for me, for the testing, for the jerking off, then for your special date with the turkey baster.” He cups my cheek. His hand is big and warm. “What if we did it the

old-fashioned way?”

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Review- Strong Enough by Melanie Harlow and David Romanov

My rating is 5 out of 5 stars

5 sinfully delicious stars for Melanie and David. This book was great from beginning to end. It is angst filled, steamy, frustrating, and fulfilling. 
Maxim traveled to Russia with nothing but a carry on and wasn’t picked up by his friend. After waiting hours, he decides to get in a cab and go into the city where he will eat and get a hotel for the night. He winds up in the right place at the right time, even though his belongings are stolen right out from under his feet. The bar owner feels awful and calls her brother to help amd put him up for the night. 
Derek reluctantly gives into his sister and picks up Maxim. Being around Maxim is making all those feelings he’s suppressed for years come to the surface. He tries so hard to fight the attraction, but a man can only take so much. 
The road is rocky. The road is long. The road is painful. The road is sinfully delicious. In the end, the road is perfected and all is right in the world of Maxim and Derek.

Strong Enough, an all-new sexy standalone from USA Today Bestselling author Melanie Harlow and David Romanov is available now !

Strong Enough

by Melanie Harlow & David Romanov

Genre: Contemporary MM Romance

Publication Date: June 19, 2017

I wasn’t looking for Derek Wolfe.

I wasn’t looking for anybody. All I wanted was to start a new life in America. But when I found myself stranded here with no place to go, he came to my rescue, offering me a place to stay.

He’s smart, successful, and sexy as hell—I can barely sleep knowing he’s right down the hall. And when the chemistry between us explodes one night with fierce, fiery passion, it’s hard to deny there’s something real between us.

But he does.

He says he was drunk. He says it was a one-time thing. He says he’s not into guys and what we did meant nothing.

He’s lying. Because it happened again, and again, and again. And it’s better every time.

I know we could be good together, and I want the chance to try, but I’m done hiding. If he’s not strong enough to admit the truth, I’ll have to be strong enough to walk away.

Figuring I’d had enough booze to blunt his effect on me, I rolled up the sleeves of my black button-down shirt and moved next to him. “I’ll help you.”


I caught him trying to not to look at my wrists and forearms, and it made me smile. How does it feel to want someone and have to hide it? “You wash, I’ll dry?”

“Sounds good.”

We worked in silence, shoulder to shoulder, and I found myself increasingly—and disturbingly—pleased at the thought of him being attracted to me and being forced to conceal it. It was fucking horrible of me to take pleasure in his discomfort, but I liked being secretly wanted. Being illicitly desired. Being the object of his covert glances and maybe even his darkest, dirtiest thoughts. I let our arms touch more than necessary, as thrilled by the physical contact as I was by the thought of what it might be doing to him.

For there is no man who does not sin.

My dick started to get hard, clearly unbothered by the whiskey that was breaking down my inhibitions, pushing past all my defenses, and letting my imagination run wild.

What’s in that gorgeous head of yours, Maxim? What’s behind those cobalt eyes? What would you do to me, if I let you? What would you let me do to you?

“Carolyn is so nice,” he said, handing me the last serving dish left to be dried.

What? He was thinking about Carolyn right now? He wasn’t supposed to be thinking about Carolyn—I was, goddammit!

But I wasn’t. “Yeah.”

He turned off the water. Rested his wet hands on the edge of the sink. “I didn’t realize you had a girlfriend.”

And I heard it in his voice—the slightest edge of jealousy, so faint I might never have noticed it had I not been so hyperaware of everything about him right now. I fucking loved it.

“She’s not my girlfriend.”

“Oh.” Now there was confusion. “I guess I misunderstood.”

“She wants to be my girlfriend.”


Of course there was silence. Maxim would never ask what the problem was. But I wanted to tell him. I wanted him to know. I wanted to share the impossible longing I felt with one person who might understand it.

“The problem is me.”

He was completely still. Before I could stop myself, I covered his right hand with my left. “Sometimes I don’t know what I want.”

He yanked his hand from beneath mine and we faced each other.

For the first time tonight, I looked him right in the eye. Nothing around us existed for me anymore. I heard only his breath. Smelled only his skin. Saw only his guarded expression.

I had to have him.


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Melanie Harlow writes sexy, emotional romance about strong, stubborn characters who can’t help falling in love. She’s addicted to bacon, gin martinis, and summer reading on the screened-in porch. If she’s not buried in a book or binging on Netflix, you might find her running, putting a bun in someone’s hair, or driving to and from the dance studio. She lives outside Detroit with her husband and two daughters.

Melanie is the USA Today bestselling author of the HAPPY CRAZY LOVE series, the FRENCHED series, MAN CANDY, AFTER WE FALL, IF YOU WERE MINE, and the sexy historical SPEAK EASY duet, set in the 1920s.

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For David Romanov, STRONG ENOUGH is to a great extent autobiographical. Born in Russia and raised in Europe, he landed in the United States at the age of 24, where he learned a lot about cultural differences between East and West. David firmly believes in ‘The One’ and learning through love. When he isn’t traveling or educating Melanie in Russian culture, he enjoys books and the company of his husband and dog in Los Angeles.

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Review – Tycoon by Katy Evans 

Tycoon by Katy Evans

My rating: 5 of 5 stars

People who are meant to be together find their way back. They may take a few detours, but they’re never lost.

There is no love story as special to me as a second-chance romance…my absolute favorite!!! Soul mates who have always loved each other are granted a do-over. There is no greater love like second-chance love, this special love that finds its way back to two often broken souls.

Second-chance romances speak to the soul like no other love stories, and oh did Tycoon by Katy Evans speak to mine. This story of soul mates who found each other again was EVERYTHING!!! Tycoon, this spellbinding and spine-tingling second-chance romance, was my heart…my soul…MY KRYPTONITE.

I sank myself wholeheartedly into Tycoon from the start, this story saturating me, giving me no choice but to succumb to its power. I DEVOURED Tycoon and it devoured me. Its MAGNETIC PULL held me captive. Nothing else mattered. Tycoon ENGULFED me where I clung to every word, unequivocally ENAMORED with this raw romance.

These characters held my heart from the start!

Beautiful Bryn is so strong and sassy. She has been through hell and persevered. I felt her grow up so much in this story.

Like Katy Evans’ other highly-addictive heroes, Aaric Christos has an animal magnetism and radiates power. Devastatingly handsome. Chiseled. Commanding. Caring. Unwavering. This ALL ALPHA…this Greek God OWNED EVERY OUNCE OF ME. So incredibly intense and dominant, Aaric is a man who fights for what and who he wants. He is a man of honor who I LOVED SO HARD. Aaric is PURE PERFECTION.

Aaric and Bryns’ paths again cross after many years.

“You look like a boy who thinks he’ll get to kiss me.”

My eyebrows rise. “I’m not a boy.”

She clears her throat, bristling and turning around. “No, but you’re kind of a jerk.”

I grab her wrist, smiling as I turn back. “I will kiss you though.”

I wanted Aaric to kiss me. LE SWOON. The chemistry is COMBUSTIBLE, so HOT it should be lethal. I MELTED, morphing into a puddle of goo from Aaric’s commanding words that wield power and passion.

“You make me want to protect you and at the same time you make me want to break you. I want you to stop thinking and just f**king feel me. Feel this.”


“Can you see how much I want you, bit?”

Tycoon BLEEDS ANGST, as two childhood friends fight the MORE.

A relationship is a risk that neither broken soul may be able to afford to take.

“Promise me you’ll forget me.”

“No, bit. I promise you I never will.”


Katy Evans turned my world around again, tilting the axis to Tycoon, where I did nothing but BASK IN BOTH THE BROKENNESS AND BLISS OF THIS BOOK. Tycoon, this INTENSE and INCREDIBLE tale, thoroughly INTOXICATED ME. I was so DRUNK on this romance, savoring every word like smooth and sweet whiskey. I LOVED TYCOON TO THE MOON AND BACK!!!

I LIVED and BREATHED Tycoon. Its words BLED straight to my heart, leaping out of my chest, as they beat for this book. I cried happy and heartbreaking tears, as Tycoon STOLE MY SENSES, entangling around every emotion. This roller coaster of a romance owned every emotion…OWNING ALL OF ME.

My heart leapt out of my chest. My throat gulped. My pulse pounded. My smiles morphed into tears. My tears morphed into sobs. I did not expect Tycoon to TEAR ME TO SHREDS. I did not expect to FEEL ALL THE FEELS, but damn if I didn’t revel in the whirlwind of EMOTIONS THAT ENGULFED every bit of me. TYCOON both tore my heart apart yet made it soar to the sky.

Heart-stopping sexy and seductive, Tycoon is a second-chance romance—fueled by fate—that burns the body and seizes the soul. Undeniable. Unstoppable. Unputdownable. Unequivocally MINE.

“Some what ifs, some you never get to do over.”

“Sometimes you get another try.”

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He wasn’t always this rich. This hot. This difficult.

Aaric Christos was a guy who protected me. Wanted me. Maybe even loved me.

That man is gone.

In his place is the most powerful real estate tycoon in the city.

He’s a cold, ruthless, aggressive businessman.

The only one who can save me and my startup from ruin.

It takes every ounce of courage to put my pride aside and ask for his help.

I didn’t expect him to offer it easily.

And he doesn’t.

Instead, he vets me harder than he’s vetted anyone.

Don’t invest in what you don’t know, he says.

He’s assessing every piece of me, to the point I’ve never felt so bare.

I yearn for the boy I once knew, whose touch once craved me.

Putting it all on the line will be worth it, I tell myself.

Until I realize—too late—that some risks are not worth taking.

I hop off the train and walk several walks to his building.

It’s a brownstone in Park Avenue, one of the most elite of the elite spaces in town.

My lungs feel a little bit overworked from awe as I head up the steps to the double doors, grateful that I came dressed to kill in a little black dress, a jacket, and pumps. Simple, but effective.

See, I may be feeling a little awkward, but at least I don’t look it.

I’m greeted by his maid. She’s dressed in black and white, her hair drawn back in a neat bun, her expression stoic and formal as she leads me down the hall to a gorgeous study.

I catch my breath when I notice all the books and shelves.

It’s like a reader’s paradise in here. There’s a sleek chrome bar, a modern mahogany glass-topped desk, and two huge whiskey-colored leather chairs that almost swallow me up when I’m instructed to wait in one.

I drum my fingers, inhaling the scent of leather and wine, remembering a guy I knew with his mechanic navy-blue uniform, black streaks on his jaw, his big nose always the first thing you’d see, which was a pity because he had beautiful eyes and a really sinful pair of lips.

He’s living in luxury now. Wow. Good for him.

I hear footsteps approaching and the little hair on my arms prick at attention. My head turns as a tall, dark figure steps into the room, and the most intimidating guy I’ve ever seen enters and crosses the room toward the desk. He walks like he’s the shit…his strides proud and composed, elegant and powerful.

Christos, I hear myself breathe in surprise.

He’s so tall now…six three, at least. Dirty-blonde hair, gold-green eyes, chiseled jaw, and a gorgeous profile.

All in black, he looks very much a New Yorker.

He’s wearing a black jacket, black pants, and a black turtleneck beneath the jacket…

           I stare at him, my jaw hanging a little bit open. The man is….all man. Testosterone. Muscles. Height. Width. My chest hurts all of a sudden because I realize…

The boy you knew is gone.

I force myself to stand. “Thank you for seeing me.”

He heads to the bar to pour two drinks, then he prowls over, takes the whiskey leather chair across from mine and leans forward, pushing a glass of cognac with one finger across a small table, toward me.

And he waits.

In silence.

But my stomach dips as if he’d said something ultra-sexy and decadent.

“You might not remember me, I’m sorry to be reaching out like this,” I say, nervous.

“What do you want?”

There’s a pleasant shiver as he speaks. Recognition of his voice, even though it’s far deeper than I remember.

“I was told you sometimes invest in startups.”

“I’d say more than sometimes.” He raises his eyebrows as if I should’ve done my homework better.

Ugh, Bryn! Focus! Be SMART! Make yourself and your business irresistible! A silence settles as he eyes me, slowly setting his drink down as he leans forward and finally, unexpectedly, smiles. At me.

It’s just a smile.

But the world tilts under its impact.

“Hello, little bit.” Amusement touches his gaze as he tilts his head and watches me. “You know, I’d think you’d have grown up the ten-plus years since I last saw you. At least an inch.” He leans back in his seat, seemingly displeased. Wow, this guy is not the lanky kid I knew once. This guy oozes danger.

           Every ounce of “boy” is gone. Oh God. For a moment I wish that we could go back in time and I could discuss my startup with the guy I knew before.

           But time travel is not really my talent, and it seems like I have yet to see if I even have any special talents at all—depending on what this guy thinks.

“I grew two in width,” I shock myself saying.

He laughs then, his eyes drinking me in openly.

“Shame on you, you’re not trying to see if it’s true?” I ask him, frowning now.

He shrugs casually, his lips curved at the corners. “I can’t help it. Something has to have changed.”


“Because nothing good ever lasts. Even you, little bit.” A smile touches those unforgettable gold-green eyes.

A shiver runs through me. Because…

Christos recognized me.

“I can tell you’re as incorrigible as ever.” I shake my head, but I’m smiling, truly just relieved that he recognized me.

“I try to be,” he purrs dangerously.

I’m feeling warm all of a sudden. I can’t believe I’m staring at him so much, but it’s like I cannot take my eyes away. He looks achingly familiar, but at the same time, so different I cannot help but stare and track the differences in his features. The way his jaw squared out even more, the way his body filled out with hard, lean muscles that shift and ripple beneath his expensive designer clothes. I cannot believe that this is a guy I knew once.

He seems to silently be taking in my changes too, his keen stare allowing me to see that he seems to approve of it all. Even the dress I’m wearing. “You changed enough for the both of us,” I blurt.

“Really. How so?” he asks.

“You grew into your nose.”

“Really?” He chuckles as if despite himself.

“Width and height too. Quite a bit,” I add.

“Anything else,” he prods, one eyebrow rising.

“You learned how to dress.”

He looks down at his black suit. “This old thing?” He grins, then shifts forward, sobering up. “What can I do for you, Bryn? Considering I’m rather surprised to see you here, I’m eager for you to satiate my curiosity.” His stare becomes keen.

“So am I. I didn’t expect to be here,” I admit, and for a moment when I look into his eyes, all I see is someone I’ve seen before. Someone who belonged in my life long ago. “You know when you had that misplaced crush on me and told me one day I’d know what it felt like to throw pebbles at someone’s window wanting them to open? I’m sort of throwing rocks here.”

“Not to sing me a love song,” he says flatly, his eyes shuttering.

“No. Well, you know that was never….I mean…” Don’t bring up your rejection of him, Bryn! “It’s for something better. Business.”

“Go on.”

“I knew that’d get you.” I smile privately. “So it’s true your love is money now.”

“She gives back what I put in. Though her ass isn’t as juicy as I like,” he says nonchalantly.

“Wow. No matter how polished you look, your mouth is still as crude as ever.”

“Thank you,” he purrs, his eyes grinning at me.

I laugh. Then I sober up and realize he’s waiting for me to speak. “I’m looking for money for my startup,” I say.

“How much.”

“One hundred thousand.”

“I don’t invest less than a million.” He twirls his whiskey in his glass, eyeing the liquid.

“Well then, I’ll ask for a million.”

He raises his brows, setting his glass down. “It’s not how much you want to ask for, it’s how much the company’s worth.” Eyebrows up, he skewers me with a cold, intimidating look.

“It’ll be worth more than a million, trust me,” I bluff.

“Good for you. Except…” he leans back with a rustle of clothes, every athletic inch of his black-clad body flowing sinuously like a feline with the move, “considering that has yet to happen and I’ll need to trust you on that, my trust needs to be earned.”

This version of Christos is even more intimidating than the old one, unfortunately.

I try to hide it, keeping my voice as level as possible. “How does one earn your trust?”

“I’d tell you if I were interested, but I’m not exactly sure that I am.” He eyes me as if debating in silence.

This guy is the only guy in the world that unnerves me in this way, and I can’t seem to slow the fast pounding of my heart in my chest as I try to remember what I came here to say.

“I have a full presentation for you. I’m not taking no for an answer.” I reach into my briefcase.

“Darling. Are you ready?”

I start at the female voice and glance at a gorgeous woman striding into the study. Christos continues looking at me as he stands and reaches for the cell phone the woman extends out.

“We’re done here,” he answers her as he pockets the phone, his gaze remaining on me.

“I’ll wait for you in the car.” She leans up and kisses his jaw, her hands proprietary on his chest, then sends me a woman-to-woman claiming look, before she swishes away, all glittering jewels and lean body.

There’s a silence as he approaches, and for a second all I can hear is the sound of a toilet flushing, taking my only opportunity with a possible investor away.

“I’ll think about it,” he says.


“I said I’ll think about it,” he says from the door.

“Please do,” I say as he exits the room. I cup the sides of my mouth, “I’ll be back tomorrow. Same time?” I say jokingly.

I’m surprised when I hear footsteps returning. He pauses when our eyes meet. “I’ll make contact,” he says, raising his eyebrows meaningfully, “If I’m interested in hearing more.” He nods. “Nice to see you, Bryn.”

“Nice to see you. Christos.”

Well, that went sort of awful.



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Katy Evans is a New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal bestselling author. Her debut REAL shot to the top of the bestselling lists in 2013 and since then 9 of her titles have been New York Times bestsellers. Her books have been translated into nearly a dozen languages across the world.

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Review- Too Close To Call by Tessa Bailey

My rating is 5 out of 5 stars

As usual, Tessa Bailey delivers a 5 star read. This book was the perfect blend of spicy and sweet. First loves that get a second chance. I absolutely love those stories more than any other.

Bree bolts when it’s time for Skyler to move on to college and she decides to stay home to take care of her family. She’s essentially put her life on hold to do what’s best for her dad and sister. She is the epitome of a true sweetheart. She avoids Kyler at all costs when she knows he’s in town for a visit. That changes quickly when he shows up unannounced and has no intentions of leaving until Bree is his again.

I absolutely love these two. They have good old fashion values but boy does Kyler blow us away when he lets that alpha side out. It was a quick fast paced read that I couldn’t put down.

From New York Times bestselling author Tessa Bailey comes TOO CLOSE TO CALL, a novella in her Romancing the Clarksons Series published by 1001 Dark Nights! Grab your copy today!




All-American wide receiver Kyler Tate’s life is about to change. A fairytale college career skyrocketed him to the NFL draft. Adoration and opportunity are thrown in his direction wherever he goes, thanks to being chosen in the first round by the Los Angeles Rage.

None of the accolades mean anything, though, without his high school sweetheart, Bree Justice, by his side. Four years ago, she walked away from Kyler, choosing a quiet life over the flash and notoriety his career would someday bring.

Now he’s back in their Indiana hometown, refusing to leave for Los Angeles without her. Demanding she give their life together a shot. Her heart never stopped bleeding for the love of her life, but Bree’s decision was final. Too bad their wild attraction has only been amplified by their separation, and Kyler won’t quit until Bree is wearing his ring.


“Whoa there,” Bree whispered shakily. “This is a church dance.”

Her words seemed to bring him back from whatever land he’d been teleported to. “Right,” he rasped. “We’re supposed to be setting an example.”


“So I should definitely stop thinking about sucking on your lower lip.”

Bree’s thighs pressed together, her gasping inhale shivering all the way down into her tummy. Lower. “Stop that right now.”

His gaze remained zeroed in on her mouth. “Stop thinking about it or saying it out loud?”

Both.” Trying desperately to remain indignant in the face of that face—and that drawl, those muscles, his familiar scent—Bree warned him with a look. “You said we were going to be friends. There’s nothing the least bit friendly about lip sucking.”

“I don’t know.” He hummed in his throat and tightened his hold around her waist. “Seems like letting me do it would be mighty friendly of you.”

Bree tamped down a laugh. “Friendly or stupid?”

“Stupid?” Kyler frowned. “Why?”

“Because we both know where it leads.”Shit almighty. How had it come to this? She was plastered against her ex-boyfriend—whom she’d yet to shake completely. He looked delicious enough to eat, and now they were having a conversation about sex. And—and—she was wearing her feel- good dress. The one she wore when her hair was down and everything was shaved and waxed. Had she primped because Kyler was back in town? It was too infuriating to speculate on.

“You’re getting pretty worked up down there, supergirl.”


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Tessa Bailey is originally from Carlsbad, California. The day after high school graduation, she packed her yearbook, ripped jeans and laptop, driving cross-country to New York City in under four days.


Her most valuable life experiences were learned thereafter while waitressing at K-Dees, a Manhattan pub owned by her uncle. Inside those four walls, she met her husband, best friend and discovered the magic of classic rock, managing to put herself through Kingsborough Community College and the English program at Pace University at the same time. Several stunted attempts to enter the work force as a journalist followed, but romance writing continued to demand her attention.


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Review – Salvaged by Jay Crownover 

Salvaged by Jay Crownover

My rating: 6 of 5 stars

“Sometimes it takes a nudge to get the knight in shining armor to drop that shield he’s using to protect you.”

I end every Jay Crownover with tears streaming down my face. Sometimes those tears start early and stay etched in my eyes the whole time reading. Some move in ebbs and flows like the tide. All of my tears hit me like a hurricane: powerful, with a force I never quite see coming. That’s what Jay’s books are: heart-hitting hurricanes. Salvaged is a heartwarming and heart-wrenching hurricane, and oh did this romance RAVAGE and WRECK me.

The only way you can read a Jay Crownover book is to go ALL-IN: body…mind…heart…soul. I ditched life, took Salvaged, and made it MINE. I went FULL THROTTLE. I was ALL IN and I felt this story SEEP THROUGH MY SOUL.

There is no other author whose books I read that gives readers a GIFT, a personal chapter through the Introduction like the passion poured into Salvaged. Jay Crownover documents her writing journey of her books through their introductions that engage the readers’ emotions—feelings in full force—as much as the stories themselves. These introductions, like in Salvaged, are pieces of this author poured into her books, glimpses into what makes Jay ‘Jay,’ what hits her heart and surfaces in her soul. Life lessons are poured into these pre-book pieces, ones that make you really ponder your life. With each of Jay’s beautiful and brilliant books, I’m inspired and moved before I even start the story as I was with Salvaged.

He took something worthless and made it priceless. I couldn’t deny that there was a part of me that wanted to know if he could do the same thing with me.

I knew Poppy’s story would entangle me in a blanket of emotions where I would experience a mix of chills and heat. I knew her story would be a battle of feels, one I would feel with every ounce of me. I just didn’t expect to FEEL SO MUCH. Watching Poppy morph from an awkward duckling into a confident swan was a beautiful journey of self-discovery and healing from a life of hell.

I knew it was selfish and that I was walking on very dangerous ground, but I couldn’t stay away. She was hiding and I was seeking.

Wheeler is the perfect man: gorgeous, inked, compassionate, thoughtful, protective, and sexy. He is not Jay’s usual broken hero. Wheeler, a beauty inside and out, is the perfect knight-in-shining armor who knows when to wield his shield and go to battle for those who matter.

“I saw you, Poppy. When I had no right and no reason to be looking, I saw you.”

I MELTED into a puddle of goo.

Poppy and Wheeler are WARRIORS, a BEAUTIFUL build-up of strength and colliding souls. Both Poppy and Wheeler have broken pasts. A lone wolf seeks acceptance. A battered lamb seeks strength. Both seek love. Poppy and Wheeler are made for each other and I loved their journey of growth.

“I see you, Wheeler. Even when I wasn’t looking, I saw you.”

I MELTED even more.

Wheeler and Poppy brought each other back to life while Salvaged BROUGHT ME TO LIFE. This story grabbed my heart, holding it in its grasp, as it delved deep into my soul.

“When I didn’t know anything or believed in myself, I believed in you.”

I MELTED until I couldn’t melt anymore.

Salvaged, this SLOW BURN of a romance seeped into my soul, hitting my heart hard like a hurricane, and I FELT EVERY WORD…EVERYTHING. Salvaged is a splash of sun on top of a storm. Salvaged is strength and salvation after the hardest fought battle of and with life. Salvaged is EVERYTHING, and I LOVED THIS STORY HARD!!!

Jay Crownover takes you on an incredible journey with each book, and oh was Salvaged a heart-wrenching, heart-healing, and heartwarming HIGH. Salvaged left its mark, a mark that has lifted this story to a top 2017 read. Salvaged was my SOUL STORM, a hurricane of heart-wielding words that made me yield to every one.

I just can’t turn the feels left in the wake of Hurricane Jay off from Salvaged and I don’t want to; I want to keep living through her wondrous words that are LOVE AND LIFE. My heart is forever imprinted with Jay’s passionate and poignant words that pierce every part of me every time. That ‘Crownover Crack’, my term for Jay’s addicting words, coined after Rule was born, is my drug for life. This author writes MY KRYPTONITE. I’ll never stop chasing Jay’s words and hungering for more.

💋💋💋💋💋💋 sweet and strong ‘honey’ kisses

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Hudson Wheeler is a nice guy. Everyone knows it, including his fiancée who left him with a canceled wedding and a baby on the way. He’s tired of finishing last and is ready to start living in the moment with nights soaked in whiskey, fast cars, and even faster girls. He’s set to start living on the edge, but when he meets Poppy Cruz, her sad eyes in the most gorgeous face he’s ever seen hook him in right away. Wheeler can see Poppy’s pain and all he wants to do is take care of her and make her smile, whatever it takes. 

Poppy can’t remember a time when she didn’t see strangers as the enemy. After a lifetime of being hurt from the men who swore to protect her, Poppy’s determined to keep herself safe by keeping everyone else at arm’s length. Wheeler’s sexy grin and rough hands from hours restoring classic cars shouldn’t captivate her, but every time she’s with him, she can’t help being pulled closer to him. Though she’s terrified to trust again, Poppy soon realizes it might hurt even more to shut Wheeler out—and the intense feelings pulsing through her are making it near impossible to resist him. 

The only thing Poppy is sure of is that her heart is in need of some serious repair, and the more time she spends with Wheeler, the more she’s convinced he’s the only man with the tools to fix it.

I didn’t want her to be scared of anything ever again.

Things at home had been rocky, rougher than class-five rapids in winter, but I was paddling for my life and prepared to ride it out. I couldn’t let go. I wouldn’t let go. I saw Poppy the day she walked through my shop and I started to feel how sore my hands and my heart were from holding on.

Her head was down, focused on the tips of her shoes. Her shoulders were hunched over and her long hair hid her face. She was skinny, so skinny, nothing but skin and bones. She was nothing that I should have noticed, not because she was clearly doing everything in her power to be invisible, but because I was supposed to have my eyes locked on my future and doing whatever I could do to salvage it. But I did notice her and I couldn’t look away once I did.

She was obviously terrified, clearly out of her element and uncomfortable, but it wasn’t her unease that called to me…it was her loneliness. I could feel it filling up the space that separated us. Stretching, growing, expanding until it was all I was breathing in and exhaling back out. It was bitter on my tongue and heavy across my skin because I knew the feeling well. I lived with it pressing me down and pushing me forward every minute of every day. The reason I was so set on the way things had to be, the reason I was singlemindedly set on settling down and building a life with the girl that was slipping through my fingers was because I never again wanted to be as alone as this girl was. I didn’t want to be left and forgotten. I’d barely survived it the first time.

I did my best to sell her a car that was as beautiful as she was…a classic with clean lines and a flawless finish. She picked something practical and boring but that was ultimately safe and reliable. I understood her choice but it grated and annoyed me long after she left the shop. When she wasn’t standing in front of me, she should have been easy to forget; after all, everything in front of me, everything I had been working for and toward, was falling down in front of my eyes. My world was collapsing in on itself and everything I thought I was so goddamn sure about turned out to be nothing more than lies and illusions. In the middle of all of it, I couldn’t forget her sad eyes and shivering, shaking form. Her loneliness clung to me, unshakable and unforgettable. I didn’t think I would see her again and against my better judgment I often found myself wondering how she was doing and if she had gotten a handle on all the things that seemed to be crushing her under their inescapable weight.

I was wrong about seeing her again, just like I was wrong about thinking that doing everything in my life differently from how my mother had lived hers would ensure my happiness and a future built on an unshakeable foundation. I was wrong about hard work and sacrifice being enough. I was wrong about holding on when what I was holding on to desperately wanted me to let go. All I was left with was bleeding palms, rope burns around my heart and scars on my soul.

The next time I saw Poppy Cruz it was my loneliness that was filling up the space, suffocating me, choking me, making me forget to handle her with care. I was nothing more than a vast, open wound. One that was raw, aching, throbbing, and leaking my heart and shattered emotions out everywhere. I felt like I’d lost everything, like my entire life had been nothing but a waste of time, nothing more than building blocks knocked over with the swipe of a careless hand. The girl I loved didn’t love me back, my future was ultimately nothing more than a fuzzy, fractured blur. I couldn’t see anything clearly other than waste and ruin.

But I saw her. And I saw that I scared her.

It was the last thing I wanted to do but my loneliness was just as big and just as consuming as hers was. It spread out, hungry and angry, looking to consume anyone that might try and challenge its reign.

I tried to pull myself together, apologized because I knew our paths would cross again now that she lived next door to my best friend. I didn’t want to be another man that she was terrified of. I locked the loneliness down, wrestled it into submission, and tried to quiet down the wild inside of me that was howling, screaming at the loss of its mate. I wanted to be nothing more than gnashing teeth and tearing claws but I swallowed those instincts and allowed myself to be like a kicked puppy that just wanted to whimper and cry.

Poppy had been through more than I could imagine. She was the one I couldn’t look away from, but even then, she managed to slip past me and disappear. She looked like honey but she moved like a ghost. I memorized everything about her even though she hardly let me see her face.

I wasn’t supposed to be looking at anything other than how to salvage the mess my life was in, but she was all I could see.



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Jay Crownover is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of the Marked Men, The Point, and the Saints of Denver series. Like her characters, she is a big fan of tattoos. She loves music and wishes she could be a rock star, but since she has no aptitude for singing or instrument playing, she’ll settle for writing stories with interesting characters that make the reader feel something. She lives in Colorado with her dogs.







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Review- Notice by K. Webster

My rating is 4 out of 5 stars.
This story was a great mix of suspense, creepy, steamy, and deadly. Violet is running from a past that she never wants to catch up to her. She’s worked hard to cover her tracks. She works in a company that she is unhappy with because she’s treated like a piece if meat and not a human being. She has great ideas that could help the company grow immensely, but she dares not speak up.

She has been Grayson Maxwell’s assistant for 6 years and he has no idea who she is until she slaps her 2 weeks notice on his desk. He becomes infatuated at first sight.

Gray is definitely a strong minded man. He has a creeper side but in a good Way. He vows to to keep Violet safe and for her to be his forever. The thing is, he’s only known who she is for a week. Creepy or Supremely Hot?? You tell me.

I didn’t notice her before…but now I do.

The shiny strands of gold in her silky brown hair.

Tiny crinkles between her eyebrows when she frowns.

Her passion for neatness.

Once I focus on her, I can’t take my eyes from my newest obsession. Ever.

I need to know everything about her.

Her past. Her present.

The way she takes her coffee.

Exactly how she smells after a spritz of perfume in the mornings.

She’s perfect in every way and I was blind.

But, God, now do I see.

I notice the organized way she arranges her clothes in her closet.

How she visits the same market each Saturday.

The sounds of her breathing as I lie beneath her bed in silence.

Violet is mine.

She just doesn’t know it yet.


Notice is a dark and unusual romance. Extreme sexual themes and violence in certain scenes, which could trigger emotional distress, are found in this story. If you are sensitive to dark themes, then this story is not for you. If you aren’t into super obsessive stalkers, then this story is not for you.










K Webster is the author of dozens romance books in many different genres including contemporary romance, historical romance, paranormal romance, and erotic romance. When not spending time with her husband of twelve years and two adorable children, she’s active on social media connecting with her readers.

Her other passions besides writing include reading and graphic design. K can always be found in front of her computer chasing her next idea and taking action. She looks forward to the day when she will see one of her titles on the big screen.

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Review – Dangerous Rush by S.C. Stephens 

Dangerous Rush by S.C. Stephens

My rating: 5 of 5 stars

“Riding a race bike is an art—a thing that you do because you feel something inside.”~Valentino Rossi

If you’ve ever been to a NASCAR, Formula One, motocross, or other race, you know that racing is a sensory-driven sport where you feel a buzz in the air. If you race a car or motorcycle on the track or road, you feel that power gush behind the wheel. Like action-packed racing, books can give that rush. Dangerous Rush by SC Stephens sends the senses spinning around the track in a RUSH of a ROMANCE that SPARKS with love and life.

After consuming Furious Rush, I knew I NEEDED MORE. I dove into Dangerous Rush and DEVOURED this story like a hungry lioness, eating every page alive. Every page of Dangerous Rush made me FEEL ALIVE.

My eyes were etched with tears. My breaths were bated. My pulse pounded. My heart beat out of my chest. I smiled. I laughed. I LOVED SO MUCH. A roller coaster of a romance that hits the heart hard, surging straight to the soul, Dangerous Rush is a RUSH FELT EVERYWHERE.

I lived and breathed these characters that came to life before my eyes.

Seeing her was like walking outside into the fresh air after being cooped up in a stagnant room all day long—I could finally breathe again.

I MELTED into a puddle of goo. Hayden’s words made me SWOON so hard! Sweet sigh.

Hayden, the green-eyed and gorgeous blond racing god, so broken and beautiful, OWNED ME since Furious Rush. I FELL IN MADLY IN LOVE WITH HAYDEN HAYES AGAIN!!! There was a time or two I wanted to junk-punch this sometimes mixed-up man in this story though. I could not hate Hayden, as I was helpless to his spell. Hayden had my heart.

Kenzie, the brunette beauty, oh how I loved her as much as Hayden and even more in Dangerous Rush. She grew up so much in this story, shining solo with determination and dominance that I greatly admired. Kenzie has strength in spades and is one of the strongest heroines ever.

Kenzie and Hayden are MAGIC together, and I was mesmerized by this magnetic couple. Their relationship is full of fire fueled by love. I LOVE them both so much!

Giving me a devilish grin, she murmured,

“Race me or chase me, Hayes,” then she took off like a bolt of lightning.

God, I loved racing this woman.

Hot, heart-pounding, and utterly hypnotizing, Dangerous Rush is the highest of highs meets the lowest of lows. This book BREATHED LIFE into me while it BLED ANGST through me. I felt this story course through me. I felt the angst tug at my heart, pulling me under. I felt the bitter sting of rejection. I felt heartbreak. I felt hope. I felt happiness. I FELT EVERYTHING. I WAS FLOATING IN FEELS THE WHOLE STORY.

Dangerous Rush is a tale of guts and glory that bleeds angst, a romance that EXPLODES with EMOTION. This touching and turbulent tale tugged my heart every step of the way, stomping on it and then stitching it back together several times. Dangerous Rush pulled me under with its poignant mix of sweetness and sorrow. I was a GONER!!!

What did you do to me, SC Stephens?!? I’m still trying to come off the HIGH I chased called Dangerous Rush! This story SLAYED me!!! I still FEEL this thrilling and tender tale coursing through me. Dangerous Rush is a rush I want to stay and feel forever.

“No one will take a chance on me.”

“I will.”

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Feeling the rush comes with a price…
 Mackenzie Cox has lost everything—except Hayden Hayes. With Kenzie’s racing career over, and her family no longer speaking to her, Hayden has been her rock, as she tries to pick up the pieces of what was once her life.

But when Hayden’s racing team hires his beautiful ex-girlfriend, Felicia, to be their new hotshot rider, Kenzie and Hayden’s seemingly solid relationship begins to crack. Kenzie can only watch from the sidelines, as Felicia lives the life she was forced to leave behind, and as tension begins to build between Hayden and Kenzie, she wonders if Hayden isn’t the man she once knew.

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Mackenzie Cox has a lot to prove. Daughter of a racing legend, she is eager to show the world that she has inherited her father’s talent in the male-dominated sport of professional motorcycle racing. The last thing Kenzie needs is to be antagonized by her rival team’s newest rider, Hayden Hayes. Plucked from the world of illegal street racing, Hayden immediately gets under Kenzie’s skin. His insinuations that Kenzie is a spoiled princess who was handed her career fuels her desire to win, and much to her surprise, Kenzie soon learns she performs better when she’s racing against Hayden.

As Kenzie and Hayden push each other on the track, the electric energy between them off the track shifts into and intense—and strictly forbidden—attraction. The only rule between their two ultra-competitive teams is zero contact. Kenzie always does her best to play by the rules, but when her team slips into a financial crisis, she has no choice but to turn to Hayden for help. The tension simmers during their secret, late-night rendezvous, but Kenzie has too much to lose to give in to her desires. Especially when she begins to doubt that Hayden has completely left his street life behind…

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Her debut novel, Thoughtless, an angst-filled loved triangle charged with insurmountable passion and the unforgettable Kellan Kyle, took the literary world by storm. Amazed and surprised by the response to the release of Thoughtless in 2009, more stories were quick to follow. Stephens has been writing nonstop ever since.

In addition to writing, Stephens enjoys spending lazy afternoons in the sun reading fabulous novels, loading up her iPod with writer’s block reducing music, heading out to the movies and spending quality time with her friends and family. She currently resides in the beautiful Pacific Northwest with her two equally beautiful children.

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Review- Sworn To Protect by Diana Gardin

My rating is 5 out of 5 stars

Another 5 star read from Diana Gardin. She writes such easy to fall in love with, ex military, swoonworthy men. A sassy but sweet heroine. I also am an absolute sucker for second chance romances. I thoroughly enjoyed this book and loved seeing the other characters we know and love.

High school sweethearts torn apart by nefarious circumstances meet again 9 years later. Rayne is on the run after discovering something she shouldn’t have at her job. Her sister gets her a job at the security company. When Jeremy walks in the door she is at a loss for words.

Seeing her when he walks in to work, he is absolutely stunned. The girl who got away without a trace. All those feelings come rushing back. When he finds out someone’s after her, he will stop at nothing to keep her safe. 

This is a 5 star read that you definitely want to read if you love a good second chance story full of action, love, and, happy endings.

To keep her safe, he’ll have to uncover all her secrets…

Rayne Alexander. A face I never thought I’d see again, and one I never could forget. Nine years ago, she left town-and me–without a backward glance. But now she’s back, with a haunted look in her eyes and a feisty attitude that didn’t exist when we were teenagers. Seeing this grown-up–and sexy–Rayne is something I wasn’t prepared for… and it’s bringing up feelings I’d thought I’d buried years ago.

Although I want to demand answers from Rayne, working on black ops at Night Eagle Security has taught me that it’s sometimes better to keep my mouth shut. So when I catch her hiding a photo of a little boy, I’m curious. When I see her jump as her phone rings, I’m concerned. But the second I notice a car following her home, I know she’s hiding something. Something dangerous. And while I may not know why she left or why she’s back, if there’s someone out there Rayne is afraid of, I’ll make damn sure that threat is eliminated.




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Review – Bad Penny by Staci Hart

Bad Penny by Staci Hart

As with any Staci Hart book, here I am, seconds after finishing, penning my review. Puking out all the feelings and goodness I felt while reading and hoping, by some way of a miracle I’m sure, that this makes sense.

Bad Penny is BLOODY BRILLIANT people. An absolute dream to read and a pleasure to experience. My soul kinda feels like it’s bouncing around and singing. I’m THAT happy! Because DUDE! DUUUUUDE! This book was so bad-ass, so sexy, so wickedly sinful, freaking off the charts hilarious, super sweet and oh so swoony. Okay so the swoon is totally on Bodie, but OH MY GOD… BODIE! 

From the off, from the very first moment we meet Bodie I think I read Bad Penny in the PRAISE HANDS position with hearts in my eyes. He’s ridiculously smart and sexy and sweet and sexy and swoony and SEXY! He’s a unicorn! I want one! A Bodie that is, not the unicorn. Wait, who am I kidding, I’ll take a unicorn too. Annnnyyway! Bodie’s passion and intensity and commitment and ugh, his dirty, devilish side just had me like WOAH BABY! He’s the perfect package wrapped in a super duper smart bow! In the words of Penny: “I’m broken. Bodie broke me, and now I’m ruined.” 

The star of this show though, yes star, is PENNY! She’s fucking awesome! So freaking wicked, wild and funny. So naughty and sexy. My gosh I literally crushed on her, wanted to be her best friend and could have dished out high fives to her like they were going out of fashion! If you have insecurities and lack confidence, Penny is the person you wish you could be. The carefree goddess who just doesn’t give a shit. And she was a breeze to read, to connect with and to love! Most of all, she was real, under the BADASS exterior she was oh so real and that just made me love her, even her crazy side, even more. 

Bodie & Penny are literally a match made in heaven. I love that this book covered so many bases that book lovers look for. We got that seriously, intense “insta-lust” connection from the off. We got that fire stoking, heat and rawness from one hell of a sizzling sexual connection. We got two people who were booty calls that fell perfectly into a super sweet friendship that developed into all consuming love. For me, living out that journey right alongside Bodie & Penny was just perfect. 

Without a doubt, this is Staci’s hottest book yet. WITHOUT A DOUBT. It’s less angsty and moves quicker than other books but still develops at a slow pace while the characters, unknown to them, fall in love. Yet, we still get the trademark Hart structure that just possesses you while you read. Each and every word, even the funny crazy ones, infiltrate just as deep, punch and grapple at those feelings just as strong. Hart’s words seduce and pull you straight to bookish heaven. Reading a Hart book is as natural as breathing. It’s freeing and refreshing. Staci just nails it. Each and every time. 

Bad Penny is one of those books that no matter what you’re doing, you’ll put it all aside to read. From the a-mazing cover, to that killer synopsis and then the outstanding words that are formed between the pages, you can’t not love it! It’s one fantastic read. 

Bodie + Penny = infinity stars.

Nothing good comes after the third date.

Date three is the crucial point when things get real, which is exactly why I bounce out the door, twiddling my fingers at whatever poor boy I’ve left behind. Because if I stick around, one of three things will happen: he’ll profess his undying love, he’ll get weird and stalky, or I’ll go crazy. Like, Sid and Nancy crazy. Like, chase-him-through-the-streets-begging-him-to-love-me crazy. 

Seriously, it’s better for everyone this way.

So when I meet Bodie, I figure it’ll be the same as it ever was. It doesn’t matter that he doesn’t put a single string on me. Doesn’t matter that he’s funny and smart and jacked or that he can play my body like a grand piano. Because even though I’m built for love, love has only carved me up like a Christmas ham.

Resistance is something I can only hang on to for so long, and he has persistence in spades. But my heart isn’t as safe as I want to believe, and neither is his. And the second I ignore my cardinal rule is the second I stand to lose him forever.




Review – Dirty Talker by Piper Rayne

Dirty Talker by Piper Rayne 

Dirty Talker by Piper Rayne is the next instalment of the Single Dad’s of Climax Cove and this one is HOT, SEXY and a complete surprise! 

Dirty Talker features Dane. Marcus’ friend and fellow single dad. I can’t say after Real Talk that I was particularly interested in his story but holy crap, Dane is just FANTASTIC! He’s raw, dirty, and oh so cocky. BUT he’s also a total sweetheart and so passionate. He took me by totally surprise and I ended up really liking him! 

Dirty Talker was a really easy read, the banter is sexy and fun. The chemistry is blazing hot, filled with sexual tesnion. Both characters mesh perfectly and the sweet/swoony parts of this book go so well with raw/dirty parts! 

Piper Rayne once again deliver an utterly addictive read and I can’t wait for more!


Party girls.

Platinum blondes.

Zero expectations.

I used to think that if you could combine all three into one female, you’d have the perfect woman. The other guys in the Single Dads Club razz me for wearing the crown of the forever bachelor. The one who’ll be in his seventies chasing down young hotties in his wheelchair.

Then why the hell does Ava Pearson—an outdoorsy girl, a brunette, and a woman who screams stability and responsibility—seem to be the only woman on my mind lately?

Especially when I’ve got enough obligations without adding any complications to the mix—my son, my bar…well, that’s about it. But that’s enough for a guy like me.

It’s the cupcakes. It’s gotta be the cupcakes she bakes that keep me coming back for more. After all, the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach, right? Well, it’s apparently a direct target to his dick, too.

Did I forget to mention that she’s my buddy’s daughter…another member’s daughter?

Ava might say she can handle being friends-with-benefits, but I’m not sure she can. Unfortunately for her, I’m too selfish of a prick to care—until I do.