Review – Beneath The Truth by Meghan March

August 10, 2017Leave a comment

OMG. This book started with a bang and ended in tears , both tears that it was over and the happily ever after everyone received.

I’m really having a hard time putting my feelings into words with this one because how can you explain perfection? You just can’t. You always know when you pick up a Meghan March book that you’re getting at least a 5 star read. This one was definitely a 6!!

BENEATH THE TRUTH

By Meghan March

Release Day – August 8th

From USA Today bestselling author Meghan March comes the final sexy standalone set in the Beneath world of New Orleans.

I used to believe there were lines in life you don’t cross.
Don’t lie. Don’t cheat. Don’t steal.
Until I learned people don’t always practice what they preach.
I turned in my badge and gun and walked away from everything.
Then I got the call no one wants, and I’m back in New Orleans.
What I don’t expect is for her to be here too.
Another line you don’t cross?
Don’t touch your best friend’s little sister.
She’s always been off-limits.
Too bad I don’t follow the rules anymore.

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Wham. My heart slammed against my ribs as it sped up about twenty beats per minute.

The heat and delicious woodsy citrus scent radiating from his body did good things to me. Things that made me want to do very bad things to him. I wasn’t a seventeen-year-old virgin anymore. I knew my way around a man, but I had to admit, the hipsters in Cali had nothing on a homegrown Louisiana man like Rhett.

When he spoke, he leaned in so close that I could feel his breath on my ear. “You missed that shot on purpose.”

My gaze jumped from the sexy five o’clock shadow shading his jaw to his piercing green eyes.

“Wha-what are you talking about?” I smacked myself mentally when my old stammer kicked in. Of course he would cause it.

“That shot. You missed on purpose. I saw you adjust at the last minute. Why?”

I swallowed the saliva pooling in my mouth and decided to take the safest exit from this situation. Lying.

“Cue slipped.”

His eyes narrowed on me. “You’re lying and you’re terrible at it, just like you’ve always been.” He reached up and pressed his thumb to my left eyebrow. “You get a twitch right here.”

Oh my God. Rhett Hennessy is touching me. And what’s more . . . he knows my tell. He noticed me!

The fifteen-year-old inside me did a terrible cartwheel at the realization. Okay, more of a round-off. With a tumble in the grass to finish. Whatever.

But outwardly, I was trapped in that green gaze until he decided to let me go—or until I came to my senses.

I cleared my throat and sidestepped him. “Whatever you say, hotshot. I need another drink.”

Focusing on putting one four-inch heel in front of the other without biting it, I escaped to the table and reached for the whiskey glass I’d left behind, interrupting my brother and the waitress. They both stared at me as I chugged the contents.

I’d always wondered what it would feel like to have Rhett’s attention, and now I knew. In a word, it was . . . unnerving.

“How’s the game going?” my brother asked.

“Fine.” Keeping my answer short meant he couldn’t tell that I was lying. Heath wasn’t nearly as observant as Rhett.

“You winning?”

Thanking the Lord that Heath obviously hadn’t been watching, I shrugged. “I guess.”

He glanced toward Rhett and then back to me. “The sister I know and love doesn’t lose at pool. Ever. Even to Rhett Hennessy.”

I lowered the glass to the table and straightened my shoulders. “Like they say, things change.”

He nodded slowly. “That may be true about most things, Flounder. But you’re a pool shark and we both know it.”

Before I could respond, Heath’s attention jumped back to the waitress. I took another ten seconds to gather myself, also known as drinking offensively in my mind, before I crossed the floor to face off against my former obsession.

“You all right, Red?” Rhett asked.

“Don’t call me that. And I’ve never been better.”

His gaze dipped to my feet and dragged up my body. “I can agree with that statement.”

Whoa. Who is this guy with the innuendo? A glance at his empty whiskey glass told me he was drinking heavily as well. Was this the booze talking? Or was Rhett Hennessy not just noticing me, but noticing me?

Either way, I had to play it cool. Or at least pretend to play it cool, since it seemed I might fall short.

“Your turn, hotshot. Better not miss, because I’ll clear the table next time,” I said, but my cocky attitude backfired.

Rhett didn’t miss. He sank his balls and then the eight, ending the game almost as quickly as it started. He returned his cue to the rack and turned to face me, all traces of the earlier heat banked, his expression shuttered.

“Game over.”

What the hell just happened?

Meghan March has been known to wear camo face paint and tromp around in woods wearing mud-covered boots, all while sporting a perfect manicure. She’s also impulsive, easily entertained, and absolutely unapologetic about the fact that she loves to read and write smut. Her past lives include slinging auto parts, selling lingerie, making custom jewelry, and practicing corporate law. Writing books about dirty talking alpha males and the strong, sassy women who bring them to their knees is by far the most fabulous job she’s ever had. She loves hearing from her readers at meghanmarchbooks@gmail.com.

Review – Fractured Love by Ella James

August 9, 2017Leave a comment

I finished Landon and Evie’s story today and simply sat back, sighed and let this phenomenal second chance love story sink into my heart and my soul. The Off Limits series is such an incredible look at love, loss, and triumph. With each book, Ella solidifies her lock on my love for her words and her ability to leave me breathless, stunned, gutted and so very joyful.

Landon Jones has had his fair share of hard breaks. Abandoned as a child and bounced from foster family to foster family, Landon has never found the place where he fits in. Though he is exceptionally brilliant and on the surface is an ideal child, he feels lost. Until Evie Rutherford enters his life. The Rutherfords change his life and Evie slowly feels the holes in his soul. Evie is drawn to Landon so forcefully, so powerfully. Even at seventeen, what grows between Evie and Landon is earth shattering. As addicted as they were to each other, I found myself so addicted to them I couldn’t move from my seat. I had to know more, see more, feel more from these two young lovers. The pain of watching these two come together and then be torn apart was so deep. Once again, Landon finds himself alone and abandoned and Evie must find a way to survive without the one person she knows holds the key to her everything.

The second half of the book sees these two back together. Older, maybe a bit wiser. Both are doctors – surgeons in the same cohort of residency. Regardless of the years and heartbreak… regardless of the missed opportunities and miscommunications, this is a love story that has to be seen through to its end. And it left me in awe, in tears, and amazed. The chemistry between these two still as strong as it ever was but these two fractured people have demons that they must face, questions that must be answered. But one thing for these two hasn’t changed. They love each other so desperately that nothing could keep them apart.

There were moments in this book where I found myself laughing. Other times I read with my heart in my throat. I left Landon and Evie with a smile on my face and a greater appreciation for love that blossoms even in the midst of horrible obstacles. Fractured Love moved me, made me reflect on my own impossible love story and the fight to grab that happy ending no matter the pain that may come along with it. Ella shows off her uncanny ability to draw a reader into her world and make the reader feel so a part of the story. The secondary characters are so vital to this story. Landon was very real to me – his pain, his unanswered questions, his needs. Evie was just as powerful and just as connected. Her pain, her struggle to face the past, her needs. All so very real. Amazing.

A beautifully written story, Ella James. I cannot applaud you loud enough. Fantastic!

Six Amazing Stars!

I was sixteen when he came to our house. Landon Jones, a boy with nothing, from nowhere. He had cinnamon hair and blue eyes—light blue, just like mine. When we went out as a family with my foster brother, people asked if Landon was my twin. He wasn’t. That year, we found out how much he wasn’t. When my parents caught us, they threw Landon out like trash.

Now I’m twenty-nine, a soon-to-be surgeon, like my mom and dad. I know residency is going to kick my ass, but I had no idea that it would rip my heart out, too. Not until I see him—Dr. Jones.

I go to soccer practice, sitting on the bench, and later—after Dad gives me a boot for my ankle—doing stretches in the grass. I can’t keep my gaze away from Landon. The feeling I get when I watch him run, his strong body moving in a pack, when I hear a swatch of conversation with his low voice braided into the chorus, when I catch him glance over at me—it’s like a drug. I crave him.

When I reach my car and find him leaned against the passenger side door, my body sings with pure elation. Mine.

And every night, he reinforces that. Every night, he comes and sits there in the chair beside me. As time passes, he grows bolder, covering himself with a blanket, resting his forehead on the side of the chair, getting me more water before he disappears downstairs.

It’s not until one night when I wrinkle my nose to try to alleviate an itch that my eyes open accidentally, and I find his gaze on me.

I try to feign sleep, but Landon grins.

“How long have you known…”

“That you’re awake?” He laughs. I cover my face with my hand, and he says, “How long have you known that I come in here?”

I laugh. “For a while, maybe.”

His face is warm, his eyes alight. “Me too. Maybe.”

“You’re a rat.” I sit up, leaning slightly toward him.

“You use stairs at school.” His face goes solemn.

I nod.

“And yet…”

And yet, I’m still down here on the couch at night. “I know.”

He steeples his fingers, looking over them at me like an old-school psychoanalyst.

“Why is that?”

My heart beats wildly. I whisper, “Because I want to see you.”

I can see my words hit his face. He looks surprised—and happy—and then, right thereafter, grave. “You can’t want that,” he says softly.

I’m surprised to find that I feel angry. “Why not? You do.”

“Yes, and I’m discreet, Evie. No one knows how much I need you. That I can’t sleep unless I sit here with you first. That I need the ride to school and home with you. I need to be near you. No one knows that. No one will ever find out.”

I reach for him, and Landon stares down at my hand before he takes it, cradling it in both of his.

“I know,” I whisper, looking into his gray eyes.

“I know you know. Because you know me.”

He leans down then, wrapping his arm around me, pulling me slightly up against his chest. He doesn’t kiss me, doesn’t even move, he just holds me up against him. I can feel his heart beat through the fabric of his T-shirt.

“Evie… Please,” he murmurs into my hair. “We have to be so smart about this.” His arms hold me tighter, even as he says, “There shouldn’t be a ‘this.’”

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Ella James is the USA Today bestselling author of sixteen teen and adult love stories. She’s an angst-a-holic who loves exploring difficult situations and the emotions of the people caught up in them. Also, smut. But always, always romance.

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Review – Crown Of Betrayal by Graceley Knox

August 8, 2017Leave a comment

My rating is 5 out of 5

Graceley Knox has once again blown us away with this faery mystical world. The level of talent and the way you are drawn into the story leaves you wanting so much more. This series is going down as the best Fae series ever.
We get to see more of the plot unfold with plenty of twists and turns. You may think you know what’s coming, then boom…you never saw that coming.
Let me tell you, this is the first book I read with goblins and I never knew they could be so hot.

The steam picks up between Ever and Dare. I can’t be more excited for book 3.

Crown of Betrayal (A Wicked Kingdoms Novel Book 2)

by Graceley Knox

Release Date: 8th August

Genre: Paranormal/Fantasy Romance

Now that the threat to Ever is imprisoned and gone for good, she can focus on what really matters: getting rid of the goblins living in her house as “protection” and getting back to work capturing rogue Fae for the Magical Enforcement and Containment Agency. Too bad fate doesn’t agree with her plans.

Ever’s mother is still missing, and Ever and her crew must find an ancient race long believed dead. As questions pile up and danger creeps closer, Ever can no longer deny the pull Dare has over her heart. And her body. As they forge a new bond, betrayal strikes, and it’s closer to home than either of them could have imagined.

Trouble stirs. Alliances fall. The only thing that binds them together is the trust they’ve put in each other and the emotions Ever refuses to name. Everything starts to crumble, and those Ever protects are no longer free from danger. Will she keep those she holds dear safe? Or will she be left to pick up the pieces?

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Graceley Knox is an up and coming paranormal and fantasy romance author with a serious caffeine and book addiction. She prefers to listen to music while she writes and is a former New Englander living on the Gulf Coast of Florida. By day she works in the publishing industry, and by night, she plots out the many ideas cluttering her mind. When she’s not reading, writing, or hanging out with her large extended family you can find her on her various social media accounts.

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Review – The Edge of Us by Veronica Larsen

August 8, 2017Leave a comment

The Edge of Us by Veronica Larsen

At the back of The Edge of Us, Veronica leaves a note to her reader. A note that includes the following…

“This is my fifth full-length romance novel, but a part of me feels as though it’s the one I’ve been meaning to write from the very beginning. It’s as if all my other stories were leading me to this one as I settled into my style and prose.”

No words have ever been more true. THIS is where Veronica Larsen has brought herself, The Edge of Us is what Veronica Larsen has worked towards and despite the fact her previous books have all been fantastic, she should never look back. The Edge of Us is THE BOOK. That book that truly brings a writer’s career to a point where they know where they are, they believe it and we as the reader believe it. This is Veronica’s best book to date, the best book of her life, and honestly I don’t think she’ll ever top it. The truth is, she shouldn’t want to. The Edge of Us, is deep, intricate, so damn raw, it’s vivid, visual and mesmerising and it stands alone, unreachable, and that’s okay. When people read it, they’ll realise. It doesn’t matter if this book can be topped what matters is the feeling it elicits in the reader. It doesn’t mean that her next book won’t be as good, I’m sure it will. But I believe deep down it won’t be THIS. What does matter though is that’s it’s one of the most outstanding reads EVER and my top read of the year.

There isn’t actually much I can say about the story, because it’s layered, it’s complicated, brutal, heartbreaking, breathtaking, beautiful and then some. Every page plays with your emotions and pulls at the deepest parts of you. At times words are like a strong, purposeful punch to the gut, other times, words are like a balm to the soul as they breath hope and life and fix all the broken pieces. A delectable push and pull is present from the very first page and it never wanes, if anything it grows stronger and more prolific, until it explodes and rules your head, heart and soul.

There are times I’m sure readers will hope for something that doesn’t happen, wish that something went a different way, I know I did, but Veronica weaves this story into you and, like I said, pulls every emotion out of you. She makes everything so real, you picture every burst of colour and every deep tangling web. You feel the pain and hurt, the lies and deceit, the love and devotion. Everything attacks all at once but it’s blissful and addicting. Like the strongest drug pulling you in deeper and deeper until there is only these words, only these characters, only this book.

The Edge of Us took me to my edge, it pushed my limits, broke and healed my heart. I couldn’t read fast enough and yet I never wanted it to end. I urge you to read this book, I urge you to go in blind, or as blind as you can, I urge you to trust Veronica, trust the words, I urge you to feel and experience. Because once you hit the end, it’s the best DAMN feeling ever.

6, but six really doesn’t even come close, stars.

“Veronica Larsen ripped my heart out! This book is so well written with absolutely emotional, raw, and beautiful characters.” ~Alta Hensley, USA Today Bestselling Author

Eight years ago, Cole Van Buren left me at the altar without a single explanation. My heart’s been at a standstill ever since, the anger keeping me from moving on. Keeping me from seeing the man who’s been right in front of me all this time…

Andrew’s been the friend I needed, the one constant through the hardest times of my life. But one night, the lines blur and we’re tipped into something more. Just when I’m ready to explore what we could be…

My ex comes back.

Cole says he didn’t come to get me back, but I should know better. The answers he dangles overhead are the ones I need to finally let go.

Except there’s no such thing as closure, only a past that wants to pull you backward.

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Review – The Wright Mistake by K.A. Linde

August 8, 2017August 8, 20171 Comment

The Wright Mistake by K.A. Linde

My rating: 5 of 5 stars

There is nothing I love more than a second-chance love story!!! This is a special kind of love, one lost but never forgotten. Second-chance romances speak the soul like no other love stories, and oh did The Wright Mistake by K.A. Linde speak to mine. The Wright Mistake is ELECTRIC, an EMOTIONAL EXPLOSION of soul mates!!! This touching and turbulent tale was my KRYPTONITE.

I DEVOURED The Wright Mistake, downing it like a smooth shot of fine whiskey, and it devoured me. Its MAGNETIC PULL held me captive while its BUZZ MADE ME FEEL ALIVE. I felt this SPARK of a story streaming through me. Nothing else mattered. The Wright Mistake slowly UNDID ME, UNRAVELING ME, where I clung to every word, UNEQUIVOCALLY ENAMORED with this riveting romance.

These characters had my heart from the start! Like the other two Wright brothers, Austin is devastatingly handsome, cocky, charming, sweet, and sexy…an ALL-ALPHA!!! He hides hurt behind humor. I LOVED this beautiful and broken man! I knew Austin's story would break me, and that it did!!!

After first meeting the gorgeous and sassy Julia, Heidi's friend, I loved this smart and sassy gal! I knew this woman was masking a bit of a mysterious past, one that made for Jaded Julia. I had to learn more.

Julia and Austin's story cut through me like a knife…straight through my heart.

"Not caring about someone would mean forgetting them, and we both know that neither of us are forgettable."

"I wish I could forget you."

The Wright Mistake is woven with an UNWAVERING INTENSITY FELT EVERYWHERE.

When we were together, we were electric.

The chemistry is COMBUSTIBLE!!! Austin and Julia are drawn together like a moth to a flame. This hero and heroine are FIRE-HOT where FLAMES can't help but ignite when they collide.

"Stop looking at me like that."

"Like what?"

"Like you're going to kiss me again."

Austin is lost.
Julia is jaded.
Together they are found, soulmates becoming whole again.

The fire and ice.
The push and pull.
The twists and turns.
The highs and the lows.

The Wright Mistake is a roller coaster ride of a romance felt from beginning to end.

We were the ocean waves, destined to crash together.

The Wright Mistake is HEARTBREAKINGLY BEAUTIFUL, a book that will BREAK YOU IN THE BEST WAY!!! The push and pull, the highs and lows, and all of the angst made my pulse pound and my heart beat out of its chest! This tale is FIRE and FEELS. I'm still REELING from The Wright Mistake that RENDERED ALL THE FEELS. I LOVED this love story. Austin and Julia's story is HARD-FOUGHT LOVE, MESSY LOVE AT ITS BEST! This Wright is even more right than the rest!!!
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"You are my undoing."

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A new stand alone enemies-to-lovers romance by USA Today bestselling author K.A. Linde…

I spent six weeks screwing Austin Wright’s brains out and all I got was this broken heart.

He can’t be trusted. Not with my body or my heart. Yet, two years have passed and I still crave him like an addict needing a fix.

The last time we tried this, it nearly ruined me. I know I should run and never look back. But his dark haunted eyes and razor blade smile speak to my soul. His touch sets my body on fire. And we all know what happens when you light gasoline. Someone is bound to get burned.

A second chance might destroy us both.

Because everyone knows two wrongs don’t make a Wright.

A MUST-CLICK ROMANCE!!!

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K.A. Linde is the USA Today bestselling author of more than fifteen novels including the Avoiding series and the Record series. She has a Masters degree in political science from the University of Georgia, was the head campaign worker for the 2012 presidential campaign at the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill, and served as the head coach of the Duke University dance team. She loves reading fantasy novels, geeking out over Star Wars, binge-watching Supernatural, and dancing in her spare time.
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Review – After The Fire by Felice Stevens

August 6, 2017Leave a comment

My review is 5 out of 5 stars.

This may be my favorite Felice Steven’s book yet. It was so emotionally charged and sucked you in with no way out. I also listened to the audio version and it was perfect. The narrator was incredible. He really made you feel the emotions the characters went through.

Without giving away details, the main characters in this book both had extremely rough lives in the past. To watch them overcome together was heart melting. In other words, read or listen to this book!!

After the Fire

Through Hell and Back Series, Book 2

Felice Stevens

M/M Romance

Release: 02.24.17

Audio Release: 07.11.17

Narrator: Kale Williams

Cover Design: Reese Dante

Cover Photo: Alejandro Caspe

A single bullet destroyed the dreams of Dr. Jordan Peterson. With his lover dead, Jordan descends into an endless spiral of self-destruction that nearly costs him his friends, his career and his life. When Jordan finds himself working closely with the aloof Lucas Conover, the investment banker’s mysterious past and unexpected kindness shocks him back into a life and emotions

he’d thought lost forever.

The betrayal by the foster brother he’d worshiped, taught Lucas Conover never to trust or believe in anyone. Living a solitary life doesn’t free him of the nightmare of his youth; it reinforces his belief that he would never fall in love. When the death of one of his clients forces him to work closely with Dr. Jordan Peterson, he meets a person whose suffering exceeds his own. Though Jordan rejects his effort to help, something within Luke pushes him discover more about the first man to ever get under his skin.

As Luke lets down his guard and Jordan lets go of his pain, desire takes control. Each man must come to terms with past struggles if they are to create a future together. And learning to trust in themselves and love again after tragedy and a lifetime of pain, may be the only thing that saves them in the end.

This is a re-release of the original version published in 2015. It has been re-edited with over 4000 words of additional content added.

“We have a board meeting next week to decide if we want to accept sponsorships or not. I’m all for getting companies to donate as much as they want.”

Pushing his artichoke around the plate, Jordan chewed his bottom lip in thought. “I understand, but I don’t want this to become something they crow about and take credit for. It isn’t about them or us. It’s about what Keith wanted and helping the kids of the community so they have a safe place to come to every day if they choose. We have to make them want to come. So for sure we’ll try and get the computer companies to donate their computers and the libraries to donate children’s books. But this is always going to be The Keith Hart Center for Youth. Not XYZ Corp Center. I’m doing this to help Keith’s dream become a reality.”

Noting Lucas’s silence, Jordan quirked a brow. “Did I surprise you? You’re awfully quiet.”

The chatter from the cavernous dining room filled the silence, while he awaited Lucas’s response.

“I agree. For the record, I never intended to acknowledge the corporate sponsors any more than having maybe a plaque in, say the computer area, stating, Computers Generously Donated by…whomever we choose. As you put it so very well, it isn’t about them.” Once again, he flashed that charming grin that lit up his normally austere face.

A tug of desire hit Jordan low in his belly and the breadstick crumbled in his hand. For almost a year he’d barely thought about sex. In the cold hours of the dark, he’d awaken from dreams where he’d been making love with Keith, and his body’s natural urge had led him to finish off with his hand. But not until this moment had he felt a pull toward another man. Disturbed, Jordan studied Lucas from beneath lowered lashes, pretending to concentrate on his food.

For God’s sake, what was he even thinking? Shaking his head, angry with himself for having those traitorous urges, Jordan drank down half his sparkling water, his hands shaking so badly he feared Lucas might comment. Lucky for him, the waiter approached to take away their dishes, engaging Lucas in conversation so he saw nothing.

Lucas wasn’t even his type. Jordan ran a critical gaze over the enigmatic man sitting across from him. Sure, he had the broad, muscular build similar to Keith but personality-wise, the two men were nothing alike. Keith’s friendly, joyful personality drew people to him; they couldn’t help but want to be his friend. Totally unlike the quietly serious Lucas Conover whose lone-wolf persona and hands-off attitude screamed, Don’t ask, don’t touch. Jordan excused this inexplicable physical reaction as his first time in months being in close proximity to a man.

“You okay, Jordan? You looked kind of sick for a moment.”

As far as he knew, there wasn’t yet a cure for being heartsick and heartbroken.

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Felice Stevens has always been a romantic at heart. While life is tough, she believes there is a happy ending for everyone. She started reading traditional historical romances as a teenager, then life and law school got in the way. It wasn’t until she picked up a copy of Bertrice Small and became swept away to Queen Elizabeth’s court that her interest in romance novels was renewed.

But somewhere along the way, her reading shifted to stories of men falling in love. Once she picked up her first gay romance, she became so enamored of the character-driven stories and the overwhelming emotion there was no turning back.

Felice lives in New York City with her husband and two children. Her day begins with a lot of caffeine and ends with a glass or two of red wine. Although she practices law, she daydreams of a time when she can sit by a beach and write beautiful stories of men falling in love. Although there is bound to be some angst along the way, a Happily Ever After is always guaranteed.

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Review – Something So Perfect by Natasha Madison

August 6, 2017Leave a comment

My rating is 6 out of 5 but worth more

6 stars, but deserving of more!!
The title could not be more appropriate. This book was sooooo perfect. I don’t know how Natasha repeatedly produces such masterpieces one after another. To think that she is still a relatively new author in the indie world, is not something I would believe for a second if I didn’t know her.

This book was so refreshing and just what I needed. We all love our alpha males,but Matthew is a different breed. Don’t get me wrong, he is definitely alpha. He is just so loveable. From the very beginning, there is no macho man, bang my chest, egotistical man. You just fall for him right away.

This book was so sugary sweet that you can’t help but imagining having that kind of love from a man,a man that doesn’t care what anyone has to say. He is loud and proud and loves with his whole heart. I have loved every book boyfriend Natasha has given us over the last year, but Matthew is so different that I can proudly say takes over the #1 spot!!!

Kerri is the perfect woman for him. She is so loveable that you would just want to be her friend. She is there for Matthew as much as he is for her. They pretty much had insta love that was oh so perfect. I’m sad to see their story end, but they will always have a special place in my heart.

Matthew

Drafted first round pick when I was seventeen, playing first line at eighteen, branded NHL’s bad boy at nineteen. At twenty-three I was cut from the team and living back home with my parents. A knock on the door brought an opportunity I couldn’t turn down. All I had to do was prove I learned from my mistakes, so no way would I fall for a chick with a pouty mouth even if I wanted to spend all day devouring it.

Karrie

When my father gave me a job, I had no idea it would be to babysit some washed up NHL player. He wanted me to be his chaperone, his overpaid babysitter. I thought it was a joke. Then I met him, Matthew Grant. I wasn’t prepared for this particular bad boy. He’s not only hot but he’s arrogant and kinda sweet in a ‘you make me crazy’ kind of way.
Basically now that he’s finished screwing up his life, he’s decided to turn mine upside down.

She’s the first thing I’ve ever wanted more than hockey.

He’s the guy I know I should stay away from.

But what if this thing that started out so wrong turns into something so perfect?

When her nose isn’t buried in a book, or her fingers flying across a keyboard writing, she’s in the kitchen creating gourmet meals. You can find her, in four inch heels no less, in the car chauffeuring kids, or possibly with her husband scheduling his business trips. It’s a good thing her characters do what she says, because even her Labrador doesn’t listen to her…

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Review ~ DEVIL by KER DUKEY

August 4, 2017Leave a comment

Well after sitting on this Review for a day I am still in the process of kicking myself for not reading anything by Ker Dukey before now. I am still trying to even process the sheer mind fuc**ry that Dukey weaves, the tangled web that she surrounds you that is so intricate in detail that you can no longer define reality, the words flow from the pages pulling you in deeper and deeper the further you go until you find yourself so lost in pages, so invested in the characters and plot that you simply can’t let go, the life line to escape has gone and there is no way back, and seriously by this point I was All in.
This is no ordinary story, it will twist your thoughts, have you second guessing your guess’s, lead you down a path you weren’t expecting and probably weren’t ready for but will leave mind blown, head fuc**d and loving it.
5 suspenseful, twisted, fu***d up Stars.

Evi Devil.

Yes, that’s really my name.

The irony is not lost on me.

I was created from two evil souls and have the name to prove it.

Devil worshipers, perverts, murderer. Is all terms used to describe the parents I refuse to remember. My mind won’t allow me to.

And why would I want to?

One born of dirty blood running through her veins can never truly be clean from its murky hue.

No matter what they try to tell me happened in my past, my mind denies me access, therefore how can I know it’s true?

How can I believe that’s what I’m born from?

Glimpses of my past haunt me, the screams of terror echo in the silent darkness of my memories, trying to remind me that my Mother went from room to room butchering our family.

I’ve learned from scars that I suffered abuse and that my Father and siblings weren’t my Mother’s only victims.

Hearing what they tell me.

Reading the words printed in the papers. None of it can prepare me for what’s to come.

My biggest lesson is learning that some memories we suppress for a reason.
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I have always had a passion for storytelling, whether it be through lyrics or bed time stories with my sisters. I wanted to be an actress growing up so I could live many roles but I learned early on that my mind was too active… I would want to change the script.I would watch films and think of ways they could have improved the story if they took another direction so i thought it best that I tell my own.

My mum would always have a book in her hand when I was young and passed on her love for reading, inspiring me to venture into writing my own. I tend to have a darker edge to my writing. Not all love stories are made from light, some are created in darkness but are just as powerful and worth telling.

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Review~ A little bit like love by Brooke Blaine

August 4, 2017Leave a comment

A little bit like love Brooke Blaine
A first read for me of Brooke Blaine and a little off the usual path off book I read however I really enjoyed Brooke’s writing style and will definitely be reading more.
The chemistry between Lucas and Jackson burns to the point of leaving your kindle a smouldering mess. This story is filled with angst, characters that you do want to love and my God can they be frustrating at times. The side characters in this book leave you needing to know more from them. A second chance, going back, never giving up on love.

What if you had everything in the world you wanted…except the man you’d left behind?

Jackson Davenport, the charismatic, strait-laced heir to the Davenport fortune, has a secret. One he’s been hiding since he graduated from South Haven all-boys academy—and that secret’s name is Lucas.

When a work trip takes Jackson back to his old stomping grounds, memories of the year he shared with Lucas come crashing to the surface. With growing pressure from his father to settle down and take over the family business, Jackson knows he’s on borrowed time, and sets out to find the free-spirited daredevil he once knew.

But Lucas isn’t the same man he was eight years ago.

One night. A shattered heart. And an endless parade of nameless faces. Lucas Sullivan is South Haven’s ultimate playboy, a reputation he’s honed since the only boy he ever loved left without a trace. To the world, he’s brash and confident, an in-demand artist who spends his days designing one-of-a-kind pieces and his nights as king of the downtown scene.

Many have tried and failed to get past the barrier he’s carefully constructed, but it’s the shy, studious boy he once coaxed out of his shell who still haunts him.

Maybe it was a mistake. Maybe it was lust. Or maybe…it was a little bit like love.

WITH THE NOTE from Principal Stewart crumpled in my fist, I stalked away from his office, away from the words I knew would haunt me forever.

“I’m sorry, Jackson. Your father is quite…insistent you return to Connecticut immediately.”

Immediately…immediately… With every echo of that word through my mind, my heart battered my chest, the ache to rip itself free of my body a plea I was helpless to honor.

There was only one reason he would’ve demanded I leave South Haven before the end of classes next week. My father had been adamant I receive the best education his money afforded, choosing to ship me down to south Georgia to attend the most prestigious all-boys academy in the country. I’d done him proud, rising to the top of my class, and I’d been practicing my salutatorian speech for days. Skipping out on graduation and the pomp and circumstance and recognition that came with it? Out of the question. Which could only mean one thing.

He knew. Somehow he knew.

That was the only explanation for the letter in my hand, for the abrupt dismissal this late in the evening and this close to the end of the school year. My father hadn’t gotten to where he was by being stupid or blind, and I’d seriously underestimated how many eyes and ears had been watching me during my four years. Although it would’ve only been the whispers over the last few months that piqued his interest, only the last eight that he would’ve had any reason to give me a second thought.

And that reason wasn’t a what—it was a who.

The halls of the St. John’s dormitory were silent when I entered, all the students down at the mess hall for dinner, followed by the final bonfire of the year. So there wouldn’t be anyone around to see me sneak down the hall to where I knew I shouldn’t be going but couldn’t help myself. My feet seemed to move of their own accord, the countdown to my utter devastation causing me to pick up the pace. The private plane would arrive in a handful of hours, giving me just enough time to pack my things, but there was no way I could leave without a goodbye. Not going to happen.

I wasn’t ready. I was supposed to have more time. As a cold sweat of panic seized me, I balled the letter tighter in my fist and chucked it into one of the trash bins as I passed.

Screw my father. Screw the life he’d set out for me, the one I was destined to live and hate with every fiber of my being. I wanted to bottle up every one of his expectations and throw the blasted thing out at an angry sea to swallow up and tear apart instead.

I wished it could be as easy as that. I’d been able to fool myself into a sense of freedom, but the cell door was about to smash shut on every dream I’d let myself have these past few months.

His private dorm was at the end of the long hall, last one on the right, and I rapped on it twice fast, waited a moment, and then repeated the pattern that we used for each other. A few seconds later, the door swung open, and seeing the sole object of my daily and nightly thoughts standing there in front of me with a mixture of surprise and delight in his eyes made me think that coming here had been a mistake. It was only going to sink the dagger in farther.

“Hey…I thought we were meeting la—” Lucas’s words cut off and the smile curling his lips fell as he got a good look at my face. “What’s wrong?”

You should tell him. Tell him what’s going on and that it isn’t your fault. Look him in the eye when you tell him you can never see him again.

A shooting pain tore through my chest as I realized what this goodbye actually meant. I wasn’t saying I wouldn’t be seeing him for the next couple of days or weeks. When I left South Haven’s campus in the early hours of the morning, I wouldn’t be seeing him again…ever.

God, can I do this? Break his heart as well as mine?

No…no, I couldn’t tell him. He’d look for me, find me, and there was no telling what my father would do if that happened. The letter had been my old man’s warning. Disobeying his orders would mean consequences neither of us were prepared for.

“Jackson?” Lucas’s voice dropped low, and then he looked past me out into the deserted hall. When he didn’t see anyone to blame on my current state, he frowned and waited for an answer.

The words didn’t come, though, so I stood there staring at him, taking a mental snapshot that I’d store away in a place no one could find and destroy. His black hair was casually tousled, and I knew him well enough to know he’d worried his hands through it, maybe wondering if I wouldn’t follow through on our plans tonight. He wore a simple grey t-shirt and low-slung jeans on his long and lean frame, and the swirl of black tattoos he’d recently inked on his tanned skin could be seen peeking around his right bicep before disappearing from view behind the thin material of his shirt. He was striking, both in looks and personality, and to say I hadn’t been expecting the force that was Lucas Sullivan when he’d transferred to the academy eight months ago was an understatement.

Quite simply, I’d been lost to him the first time I laid eyes on him.

Forcing myself to shake off my dread, I said, “I’m okay,” and tried to believe it for his sake.

“Well, you look like hell.” He leaned against the doorway, one of those charming half-grins cocking up one side of his lips. “Hell on wheels, anyway. What’d you do, run all the way here?”

Not too far off there. I didn’t even remember crossing campus to get to his dorm until I was in front of the building.

When I didn’t laugh at his teasing, Lucas’s expression fell again and his brows pulled down, a crease forming between them as his eyes, the color of a stormy sky, gave me a thorough once-over, looking for the source of my pain. He was silent for a long moment, but he must’ve seen something he didn’t like, because he stiffened and his jaw clenched. Then he took a deep breath and let it out in a rush.

“Tell me.”

“Tell you what?” I asked.

Lucas shook his head, his arms going over his chest. “I’m not helping you out here. If you came here for a reason, get out with it.”

Did he know? He couldn’t. I’d only just found out myself, and… No. There was no way. “It’s…complicated.”

“Complicated?”

“Yes.”

Lucas gave a humorless chuckle. “Jackson Davenport, I knew you were scared, but I never took you for a coward. If you don’t want to do this, you can man the hell up and tell me to my face.”

“What are you… I’m not…” I ran my hand over my face, struggling to understand the conclusion he’d come to for why I was standing at his door. My lack of a poker face had put him on the defensive. He thought I was here to reject him. An idea so completely unfathomable to me that it made my stomach turn thinking about it. “Lucas…you’ve got this all wrong.”

“Do I?”

“Yes. I’m not here to—“ I almost said “end things with you,” but I didn’t want to lie to him. I never had and I never would. Instead, I said, “Fight with you. I don’t want to fight.”

“Then why are you here, Jackson?” he asked, and my gaze fell to his lips. I’d tasted those lips only a few times, not nearly enough to quench a starving man’s hunger. All these months I’d wasted, warring with myself in my head, never letting myself have the thing I wanted most. And now I was down to a matter of hours. It wasn’t enough, not nearly enough. But it was all I had, and I wasn’t wasting another second.

If I couldn’t tell Lucas how I felt about him, then I’d show him.

Finally.

Irrevocably.

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Review – Twisted Twosome by Meghan Quinn

August 3, 2017Leave a comment

Twisted Twosome by Meghan Quinn

My rating: 6 of 5 stars

When you begin a book rolling in laughter, then alternate between snort-laughing and shedding tears in between, and finally end with a huge grin, you know that story is A KEEPER, one that wowed you! Oh did Twisted Twosome by Meghan Quinn Author WOW ME!!! This enemies-to-lovers tale is the best FUSION of FIRE and ICE!!!

Racer McCay is hot and humorous, a lethal combination. I admired this blunt, barrel-full-of-belly-laughs-inducing guy, who perseveres despite a rough life. Racer is a riot and I was DEAD…just DEAD from the outrageously entertaining moments. He is the ultimate PRINCE CHARM-YOUR-PANTIES OFF!!! I LOVED him so hard!!!

Racer. How can that name make every vein in my body tingle?

Georgina is sassy and smart, not the stereotypical rich girl. She is so much more!! She is fierce and independent, a woman who wants to go after her dreams on her own. This princess is both beauty and brains. I LOVED this warrior woman!!! Georgina gives as good as she gets.

The banter is hot and heated between these two fire-crackers of opponents, and I ACHED for MORE!!!

"Plan on getting a lot of shade thrown your way."

"You're fist-fighting with fire there, Princess.
"You have no idea who you're dealing with."

"And neither do you."

The INSTA-CHEMISTRY between Racer and Georgina is combustible as their combative dialogue is masked with desire. I could FEEL the hero and heroines' burn through banter blaze through me. HOT. HUMOROUS. HEADY. HEARTFELT.

"Tomorrow we can go back to bickering, but tonight, please help me see happiness, help me know what it's like to be free."

Racer and Georgina pulled me into their wave of passion where I felt it too. Twisted Twosome, this heart-stopping hurricane, hit my heart with a force I never saw coming, a force I was desperate to feel.

Did she feel it too? Did she feel the connection?

Oh did I FEEL!!! I felt this connection too. I connected so closely with these characters that their turmoil and triumphs felt like mine.

"All it takes is a little humanity to help you fall for another soul. And I'm falling, I'm falling hard."

I FELL SO HARD for this romance, Twisted Twosome, a tale that twisted itself around my heart and never let go. This love story pulled on my heart…hitting it…hurting it…healing it. My soul soared, struck hard by this tender twister of a tale that thrust itself at me, emotions exploding everywhere.

Meghan Quinn flawlessly infuses humor and heart into her romances. The humor is perfectly timed to come in and hug the heart that's on the verge of breaking. I NEEDED those spells of snort-laughter in Twisted Twosome to dry the tears from the heart-wielding words that made me crumble. Oh did I SHATTER but oh did I SWOON and SOAR with pride too when these characters finally found their wings to fly.

Like a fine wine, Meghan Quinn's writing becomes even better with age. I can't decide if Twisted Twosome is my new favorite rom-com or if it's tied for first place with My Best Friend's Ex by Meghan Quinn as both SIX-STAR STORIES WERE EVERYTHING! How can Twisted Twosome not be a top read when Meghan brings the readers straight into the story?!? These characters pause from their interaction and switch to speak directly to the reader, which is highly engaging and personable, drawing the reader deeper into the story. I was IN DEEP…hook…line…sinker.

Twisted Twosome is a SLOW BURN of smolder, sweetness, sass, and strength. This love story is ENTICING and EXPLOSIVELY ENTERTAINING, one that will burst through you like sunlight: intense, hot and heavenly! Twisted Twosome brings ALL OF THE FEELS in a romance that hugs the heart while tickling the funny-bone. Go be one with Twisted Twosome NOW!!!

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Racer McKay is a broody bastard.

From the moment I met him, he’s been rude, irritable, and unbearable.

A contractor working to remodel my parents pool house for extra cash, he stomps around in those clunky construction boots with his tool belt wrapped around his narrow waist, and a chip on his shoulder.

Racer McKay is also infuriatingly . . . sexy as hell. I want to take that pencil tucked behind his ear, and draw lazy lines slowly up and down his body all the while wanting to strangle him at the same time.

We try to stay out of each other’s way . . . that is until I have no other option but to ask for his help.

But what I don’t realize is he needs me just as much as I need him. I have money he’s desperate for, and he holds the key to making my dreams come true.

Our pranks turn from sarcastic banter, to sexual tension and lust-filled glances. Bickering matches quickly morph into slow burn moments. We’re hot, we’re cold. We push and pull. I need him, I don’t want him. We’re on the verge of combusting with an agreement dangling dangerously between us. Neither one of us can afford to lose one another and yet, we’re finding it quite hard to decipher the line that rests between love and hate.

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“Thanks for lunch, I haven’t had a fine peanut butter and jelly sandwich in quite some time.” Racer takes a giant bite from one of three sandwiches I made him. The man can eat; I just want to know where he puts it all. “What is this, crunchy peanut butter?” He looks over the sandwich, studying it intently.

“Yes, it’s crunchy with mixed berry jam.”

He nods and takes another bite. He talks with his mouth full, which for some weird reason makes him oddly adorable. “Nice touch, George. The peanuts add a nice texture.”

“Are you going all food critic on my PB and J skills right now?”

Lifting his shirt, he dabs away some of the sweat that’s collecting on his forehead, beneath his backward hat. His abs flex with the movement, drawing my attention. Each divot calling out to me to touch, to examine . . . to lick.

“I think every human should be judged on their PB and J skills.”

I pull my eyes away from his stomach just in time not to get caught staring. “Why do you think that?”

“Because,” he takes another bite, “I think building a peanut butter and jelly sandwich is in everyone’s repertoire, but only the truly skilled know how to make a proper one. And I want to be friends with the truly skilled.”

“Is that so?” I take a drink of my green tea and study him for a second, watching the way the muscles in his jaw move with each bite and swallow. It’s sexy.

His neck is sexy? Is that possible?

“So where do I land on your scale of sandwich artists?”

He smiles from my term, and I realize how much I adore his boyish charm. Pulling his eyes away from me, he examines one of the sandwiches I made him and starts assessing it. “Good ratio of peanut butter to jelly. Nice choice in bread. The crunch you added has been a pleasant surprise, and the mixed berry jam is fucking delightful.” I giggle from his girly term. “But . . .”

I perk up; there’s a but? “But what?”

He quirks his mouth to the side, almost to say, “Sorry, but you’re not quite perfect.” “The bread, it should have been toasted. Toasting it would have taken you to boss level when it comes to the PB and J.”

“Toasting it?”

He nods and takes another bite. “When you don’t toast a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, the peanut butter and bread form a paste on the roof of your mouth. Even though it tastes good, it can get quite irritating.”

“But I didn’t have a toaster.”

“Rookie mistake.”

“Well, If I knew I was going to be critiqued, I would have sprung for bacon.”

He pauses mid bite and stares at me over his sandwich. “You’re a beast for bringing up the option.”

I polish off the rest of my sandwich and wipe my fingers. “Well, maybe next time you’ll communicate expectations better. I’m not a mind reader, Racer. Frankly, the fact I didn’t make boss level is on you, not me.”

I stand and gather my trash as he stares me down. “Don’t you turn this on me. You didn’t have a toaster. The toaster is what’s key. This is on you, Georgie. This is on you!” he calls out as I make my way to the back, laughing to myself the entire time.

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Once she started commuting for an hour and twenty minutes every day to work for three years, she began to have conversations play in her head, real life, deep male voices and dainty lady coos kind of conversations. Perturbed and confused, she decided to either see a therapist about the hot and steamy voices running through her head or start writing them down. She decided to go with the cheaper option and started writing… enter her first novel, Caught Looking.

Now you can find the spicy, most definitely on the border of lunacy, kind of crazy lady residing in Colorado with the love of her life and her five, furry four legged children, hiking a trail or hiding behind shelves at grocery stores, wondering what kind of lube the nervous stranger will bring home to his wife. Oh and she loves a good boob squeeze!

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