Review – Filthy Lies by Raine Miller

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Filthy Lies by Raine Miller

My rating: 6 of 5 stars

AHHHH! I can’t stop smiling. I can’t stop sighing. I can’t stop swooning. I can’t stop feeling and loving Filthy Lies! Ever since I met Naked over four years ago, the first book in The Blackstone Affair series by Raine Miller, I’ve been bewitched! I’ve loved this series from the very first page—from Ethan and Brynne to James and Winter—and will never get enough! Heart meets heat in Filthy Lies, a deliciously dirty, decadent and heart-stopping sensation that will render you breathless, addicted, and aching for more.


Winter Blackstone was my kryptonite.

I was so CONSUMED with this romance! I nearly 5 starred Filthy Lies from its enticing and intoxicating Prologue alone that had me screaming for more! This story sparks with sexual tension. The build-up is fire that blazes through the body. So off-the-charts hot. So delicious and divine. A slow burn of scorching desire and soul. I scorched and I swooned. Filthy Lies lit my body, heart, and soul on fire! I BURNED while devouring this book! So heady. So hot. So heartfelt. So everything. I MELTED FOR MORE.

I was so lost in him. I always had been.

This story is SEXY with strong characters that captivate from beginning to end. Raine Miller has written one of the hottest and heart-pounding heroes along with one of the kindest, biggest-hearted heroines ever.I wanted to be Winter Blackstone, a woman I had to admire and one I wished I could be. James is as caring as he is dominant and delicious. I adored Winter and James’ melt-my-heart romance so much—the steam, the struggle, the swoon, and the forever love of soulmates that shines bright—that I didn’t want it to end. I was WHOLEHEARTEDLY ENAMORED with this heartfelt hero and heroine with history who ENGRAVED MY HEART.

”You’re a saint and I’m a sinner.”

The off-the-charts chemistry, the pent-up passion, the promise of more, the love that was buried but brought to life, the sexy and swoon, and heart and soul make Filthy Lies the PERFECT ROMANCE. I LOVED being wrapped up in Raine Miller’s words again. Raine Miller’s writing is always superior—stories like Filthy Lies I’ll always blindly one-click because this author is a master storyteller that slays romance! Just YES!!! Spellbinding, sinfully sexy, and soul-stirring, Filthy Lies is a can’t-put-down story that swept me away where I’m basking in the most blissful of book comas. ROMANCE BLISS!!!

”Tell me right now what you want, Winter.”

“I want you.”

Hands down, Filthy Lies is a TOP 2018 and MUST-READ ROMANCE!

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On the day I turned fifteen years old I knew I loved James Blakney. There was a look in his eye that told me he’d finally noticed I existed in a realm beyond best-friend’s-much-younger-off-limits-don’t-even-think-about-it-little-sister. Call it womanly intuition, despite the fact I was barely qualified for being an actual woman at just fifteen—and only in the biological sense—but still, I knew I loved him.

What I never expected from him was a proposal of marriage nearly eight years later. I know it’s not supposed to be a real marriage, but James is certainly making it feel that way.

He’s also hiding something from me.

But I’ve hidden the truth from him as well.

Lies.

So many filthy lies.

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Review – A Girl Like Lilac by Victoria L. James

A Girl Like Lilac by Victoria L. James

My rating: 6 of 5 stars


Less worrying, more living.

Have you ever read a book that has moved you so much and means more than you can pen into words? I’m just a girl, crying into her kindle, mourning the end of a story I wanted to feel forever. Victoria L. James wrote such a stunning story of forever love that there are not enough words to express my love for A Girl Like Lilac. I was MESMERIZED—so UNEQUIVOCALLY MOVED—by A Girl Like Lilac., a story I LOVED so much! This tale took my breath. Took my soul. Took my heart. Took all of me. A Girl Like Lilac. is so broken and beautiful—I was BESOTTED with this book!

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Once I started this stunning story, I didn’t want to stop. I knew right away that this story was SPECIAL; A Girl Like Lilac is the kind of story that sticks, the soul-stirring type that stays long after the last page is turned. I knew this tale would hold my heart in its hands forever, and I would let it take my heart as its own because A Girl Like Lilac OWNED ME and MY HEART FROM THE START.

I was a Hunter by name, sure. But for Lilac Clarke, without even realising it, I’d become a protector at heart.

What an aspiring novel with an engaging voice, a powerful and poignant plot, and some sensational and soulful writing! A Girl Like Lilac paints a pretty picture where each emotion is a color, so bold, so beautiful, and so bright. This tale is flawlessly executed with characters that are caring, charismatic, and compelling. I adored this hero and heroine so much! Lilac is as beautiful and bold inside as she is outside. Toby is a knight in shingling armor, the definition of hero, as cute as he is kind. Lilac and Toby are both so beautiful and brave with hearts of gold. They melt together and are true soulmates. I felt their connection course through the pages, penetrating me everywhere. It felt like this hero and heroine lived a thousand lives together.

”I’m not worth that kind of trouble.”

“You’re worth a war, Lilac.”

As this story told its truths, bits of wisdom dispersed through the pages, I felt wiser. I found myself clapping for justice against injustice. I found myself high-fiving the strong hero and heroine in my head . . . so many times. I found myself crying for words that spun my soul around, nearly knocking my heart out of my chest, a heart that beat for every word of this beautifully broken book. I found every feel in a story that is EVERYTHING!

”It will always be you, Lilac.”

A HEARTBREAKINGLY BEAUTIFUL coming-of-age journey, A Girl Like Lilac sparks with magic, hugging the heart while singing to the soul. A Girl Like Lilac is one of the most EXQUISITE and EXTRAORDINARY love stories I’ve ever met! This story made me melt . . . made me break . . . made me think . . . made me feel. I cried tears of joy and tears of sorrow. A Girl Like Lilac made my HEART BLEED and my SOUL SOAR, and I can’t stop feeling this romance. This beauty in words will hug me for life.

”You look like a man who’s been to war.”

“You were worth every second of it.”

Somehow . . . some way . . . Bryan Adams’ Robin Hood lyrics played in my head while reading, so perfect, so perfect for this journey.

Oh you can’t tell me it’s not worth tryin’ for
I can’t help it there’s nothin’ I want more
Yeah, I would fight for you
I’d lie for you
Walk the wire for you, yeah, I’d die for you
You know it’s true
Everything I do

Oh, I do it for you

This is a top 2018 and lifetime read! A Girl Like Lilac is YA AT ITS BEST! All the amazing stars already! All the first and last kisses! All the things!

There’s a pleasure to being alive few of us notice, no matter how long we live.

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The first time Toby Hunter got arrested for defending Lilac Clarke’s honour, he was only fifteen years old, but he’d loved her from behind his black-rimmed glasses for as long as he could remember.

With a desperate need to protect her from a distance, one arrest turned to two, two soon turning into three, and before Toby knew what was happening, the sleepy village of Southwold was turning against him for daring to stand up for a girl like Lilac.

Beautiful Lilac with her flowers in her hair, her camera in her hands, and her sweet, pink, sugary-lipped kisses.

They could hate him for loving her all they wanted. Toby was a boy who did what was right, not what was easy, and he was always going to grow to be the man willing to give her what she deserved.

Even if that meant losing Lilac forever.

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Review – Broken Love Story by Natasha Madison

6 out of 5 stars
6 stars
I’ve come to expect nothing but greatness from Natasha Madison, but every time she still blows my mind. This book will take you on a rollercoaster ride of emotions, heartache, lies, betrayal, and all consuming love. One of the most beautifully emotional stories of the year. Natasha can do no wrong!
Watching these 2 battle through loss, heartache, and the ultimate betrayal was gutwrenching and so worth every second. The way they navigate life and do it together all the while slowly building that slow burn will take your breath away. When we get to their HEA, it’s like fireworks on the 4th of July, a true celebration of freedom from the hurts of the past.
I really can’t say enough to express how much I love this book and these characters, but also Natasha! She has once again proven why she is one of my top must read authors!!

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I had the perfect life; a husband who loved me, and two kids who were my world.

Until someone else answered his phone and my perfect life shattered.

When he died, I was left with answers he couldn’t give me and a box full of lies.

He left me broken.

Blake:

I fell in love when I was fifteen, knowing she was the one.

For five years, she was my everything—my every breath, every heartbeat, every thought.

She made me promise to move on, promise to find love again, but I broke those promises because I can’t move on.

Two broken souls brought together by tragedy and heartbreak.

Can a broken love story be fixed?

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Standing in front of the full-length mirror in my room, I smooth down my black skirt. My blond hair is tied up in a ponytail, my cheeks are sunken in more than normal, and the blackness around my eyes indicates I haven’t slept well since this whole thing happened. Since I found out that not only did my husband die, but that he also married someone else.

I sit on the made bed and look down at my wedding band. My thumb of my right hand touches it, and the lone tear that falls out of my eye lands straight on it. “Mommy.” I look back at Lizzie, who is standing in the doorway wearing a black one-piece dress similar to mine with ballerina flats.

My mother-in-law went shopping yesterday and bought us all new outfits for today. “We need to put our best foot forward,” she said as I watched her walk in with the six bags. “We can’t let people talk.”

I turned around and walked out of the room, going upstairs. Shutting myself in my bathroom with my back against the door, I cried quietly, trying to hide my sobs. “We can’t let people talk,” I whispered to myself. The hatred I had begun feeling when I remembered my husband.

Lizzie walks to the side of my bed and sits next to me. “I hate this dress,” she says when I put my hand around her shoulder and bring her to me, kissing her head.

“I know, baby,” I whisper, “but after today, it’s going to be all over.”

“That’s what Grandpa A said.” She mentions the name she calls my father-in-law. Grandpa A because you can’t get better than an A.

“Is everyone ready?” I hear Ethan yell from downstairs. “The limo is picking us up in twenty.”

“Let’s go, baby,” I tell her, getting up and holding her hand while we walk downstairs. My in-laws are both sitting in the kitchen. My mother-in-law in a black skirt and top while my father-in-law has on a black suit. “Where is Daisy?” I ask them.

“Elliot is upstairs changing her. She spilled milk on her dress,” Judy tells me, looking at Lizzie. “You look like such a big girl.” She blinks her tears away.

Elliot comes down the stairs with Daisy on his hip, smiling at me when he walks in. “Okay, you girls go sit in the living room while us grown-ups talk,” my father-in-law says, and the girls both know to leave the room. When he knows they are both out of earshot, he starts. “Today is going to be tough, tough for us all, but we have to stand together. We have to be the family that we are.” I lean against the counter while he talks. “The situation with the other one has been taken care of, and she has been served papers.” I look at him and then at Elliot and Ethan, both of them looking down when our eyes meet. It’s almost as if they feel guilty for meeting this woman. My father-in-law continues, “After all this is done today, we are meeting with the lawyers in person, so we can go over the will, start the paperwork for the insurance, and make sure she doesn’t touch a thing that belongs to him.” I stop listening at this point, turning to look out the window at the backyard.

The swing set that he built in one day to make sure the kids could use it when he left the next day. The patio set he had delivered to us, so I could have somewhere to sit while I watched the girls while he was living with another woman. I shake my head, walking out of the room. I sit on the couch, and the girls come to sit next to me, one on each side. “Today is going to be really hard,” I whisper to them, “but we have to be strong for Daddy.” They both look at me, their eyes exactly like their father’s. “But, if at any time, you need to leave or you need me… I don’t care who is talking to me or who is around; you come and get me.”

“Grandpa A said we had to sit and wait,” Daisy whispers just as Elliot comes into the room and kneels in front of us.

“What is this meeting about?” he asks, smiling at us. The circles around his eyes are just as black as ours. He hasn’t left our house since this happened.

“Mommy said if we need her that we can go to her,” Daisy says, looking at him and then me, “even if Grandpa A said no.”

He leans in, whispering, “You can come to me too, and I’ll make sure that you get Mommy.”

“Okay,” Lizzie and Daisy both whisper at the same time, and then the doorbell rings.

We get up, put our jackets on, and one by one file into the black limo that has come to take us to the funeral home. We arrive before everyone else. “We get an hour with him, and then they will open the door,” Adrian says as Judy grabs her tissue and dabs her eyes.

I look around the funeral home. I’m not sure what I’m looking for, not sure where he is. I haven’t seen him since he kissed me goodbye four days earlier. His last words to me were, “Call you when I can.” That phone call never came.

I follow my in-laws to the big brown door that is closed. “I want to go in before the girls.” Everyone turns to look at me.

“We can keep them in the lobby,” says the lady who greeted us at the door. She told me her name, but I just didn’t listen.

I nod at her as she turns to ask the girls if they want hot chocolate. Daisy’s eyes get big as Lizzie turns to look at me. I nod my head, giving her permission, so she can go with the woman.

The doors open, and I don’t even know what to expect. I’ve never been to a funeral. Never known anyone well enough to pay my last respects. Judy and Adrian walk in first, followed by Ethan, and Elliot waits with me. I step foot into the room, and it’s so cold that I shiver. The smell of flowers hits me right away, making me turn my head. The number of flowers and wreaths shocks me; the whole room is almost full. Some wreaths blocking others. Rows and rows of brown chairs line the room, all facing toward the front of the room. My eyes land on the brown wooden casket at the front of the room. The open half showing you the white satin inside. I walk down the aisle toward him, and then my eyes land on him. Eric. I can’t take another step forward because my knees give out, and I fall. Elliot isn’t fast enough to hold me up, and my knee lands with a thud. But the pain doesn’t matter because nothing could take the place of the pain in my heart. The sound of wailing fills the room as I look up at my dead husband.

I feel arms around me; I feel myself lifted; I feel myself almost floating. He isn’t the Eric who kissed me goodbye; he isn’t the Eric who I made promises to; he isn’t the Eric who made all my dreams come true. This isn’t him.

The man with makeup caked on his face isn’t my Eric. My sobs overtake my body as I look at him, expecting him to open his eyes. Expecting something, anything but this. “I want the casket closed,” I say, my voice soft. “I want it closed.”

“Samantha,” my father-in-law starts, “it’s—”

I shake my head. “I don’t want the kids to see him like that,” I say softly. I know that for me they wouldn’t even consider it, but for the girls, they would move heaven and earth. “They need to remember him alive and smiling, not like that,” I say, pointing at the casket.

“Dad,” Ethan says after me, “I agree.”

“Me too,” Elliot says from beside me. “Close it.”

He just nods at us, then walks to the man standing in the corner. The man looks at him as they have a hushed conversation and then just nods his head. “Do you need some water?” Ethan says to me, and I nod. I don’t bother listening to what else he says; instead, I get up and go to the casket. Standing before the brown box, I look at him, really look at him. You see some bruising under the makeup, and his nose is a little swollen. His hands are folded over his stomach, resting on his black suit. The suit he wore when we got married. Why? I ask him in my own head. Why did you do it? I ask him, hoping I can hear him whisper something to me, whisper anything back. To answer my questions, to give me something; anything to make me understand why he did what he did. Why he left me with so many fucking questions and not one answer.

The man comes over to close the casket. Eric’s face disappears slowly, the shadow filling his face till the casket finally shuts. “I’m sorry for your loss,” the man says, nodding at me. “If at any time you want it open, we can open it back up.” I turn around now, looking at the chairs that will fill up as soon as the people start coming in. Ethan consoles my mother-in-law, and Elliot stands where we were just sitting, his hands in his pockets.

“I’m getting the girls,” I tell them and then walk out with my head held high but my shoulders slumped. Defeated is a word that you use so many times not really understanding what can actually defeat you. I know now, my husband dying, him cheating on me, my kids without a father, my dreams of growing old with him gone. Beaten straight down to my core, straight down to my bones.

I walk over to them as they look up. “Let’s go, girls,” I tell them as they both get up and walk to me. Lizzie takes one hand, Daisy takes the other, and we walk back into the room that holds a piece of our hearts. The room where their father lies, with no answers and no tomorrow.

We stand in that room for four hours while people come up to me and give me their condolences. I nod my head and play the part of the grieving wife. I am the grieving wife, but I’m also the wife whose husband didn’t love her enough to just be with her. The wife who knew her husband was slipping away but couldn’t catch it in time. The wife he said he would love and protect. The wife who stands here between his girls wishing that for one second he suffered horribly. The wife who has to pick up the fucking pieces and lie to her girls about what a great guy he was. The wife who, at the end of the day, just wasn’t good enough.

We listen as people tell us how amazing he was, how much he loved his family, and how much he loved his girls. The whole time, I’m yelling on the inside, ready to stand in the middle of the room, throw my head back, and yell at the top of my lungs. But I don’t do what I want. I don’t tell them what a fraud my husband was. I don’t tell them that it was almost all lies. I don’t tell them that the day he died, they called his other wife and not me. I don’t tell them that I wasn’t the one with him when he died.

I stand here thinking about this other person—his other wife—and wonder how she would handle this. How she would be with my in-laws. Would she just let them control her and do everything for her? Would she want it to be open and weep for him beside the casket instead of standing next to it?

I look around the room at all the people who came to pay their respects, and my eyes find someone I’ve never met before. Someone I’ve never seen before, and our eyes connect. His green eyes stare into mine as I watch him nod to me and turn to walk out. As he walks out of the crowded room, I strain my neck to watch his back. I don’t have long to think because Elliot comes up and whispers, “It’s time.”

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Review – All Your Perfects by Colleen Hoover

All Your Perfects by Colleen Hoover

My rating: 5 of 5 stars



”If you only shine light on your flaws, all your perfects will dim.”

Sometimes you read a story that knocks you off your axis, so unbelievably amazing that you’ll never be prepared for the force of feels that strikes from this journey you’ll forever feel. All Your Perfects is a book I never expected to knock me off my axis, but one that hit my heart so hard as it struck my soul. Colleen Hoover takes a deep dive into marriage territory with All Your Perfects, a book so broken, so brutally honest, and so beautiful that it nearly brought me to my knees. All Your Perfects broke me in the best way and BLEW ME AWAY!

Emotionally rich and relatable, All Your Perfects connected to me from the start, one that tore at my heart with words that stole my soul, stomping on it with each breath. I was ENRAPTURED with this story! I WAS RENDERED POWERLESS to All Your Perfects’ power—this force of feels that awakened everything inside of me. My heart both raced and ached, beating so hard yet breaking so hard too. I wanted to hug someone. I wanted to punch someone. I wanted to sob for everyone. I cried for everyone. I felt it all.

It’s strange how I can miss a person who is still here.

No marriage is perfect. Through All Your Perfects, Colleen Hoover shines a light on the imperfections, struggles that many couples face, and brings an emotional depth that it is so real that it’s sometimes hard to read. Told through a struggling wife of a heroine, All Your Perfects shows the imperfections of marriage—the ups and downs, and the storms under the umbrella of love—and makes you feel every emotion this couple endures. All Your Perfects is so achingly honest and personal that it feels like an invasion upon reading. Deep. Dynamic. Devastatingly beautiful.I could not help but feel every emotion that this hero and heroine did. Their marriage became mine too.

”I hate you right now.”

Ironically, my husband of almost 24 years, my teenage love, and I had a fight shortly before I picked up All Your Perfects to read. The fight wasn’t major but it still was meaningful. Reading this story, though the particulars are different, emphasized both a struggle and a triumph I already knew: Marriage is your home that’s sometimes hit with hurricanes. You have to do your best to weather those storms, putting everything you have into saving your home. That’s what All Your Perfects is about: weathering those storms while holding onto and fighting for your home—all while remembering the foundation of your home and the glue that holds you together. Without the rain, there wouldn’t be rainbows. The imperfects make the perfects more meaningful … more real … more everything.

I’m not sure anyone had ever made me feel as beautiful as he makes he feel when he looks at me.

No one writes complex relationships in the most raw and real of ways—messy love at its best—like Colleen Hoover. No one. A deep dive into marriage territory that tackles tough issues, All Your Perfects is about as real as you can get. It’s so believable, so broken, and so breathtaking that I couldn’t put it down. It may just be my favorite book of this author’s to date. Colleen Hoover has truly outdone herself in All Your Perfects, a tear-jerking journey of marriage that shines an honest light on the perfects and the imperfects, and stamps a forever mark on the heart and soul. All Your Perfects is EXTRAORDINARY, an EMOTIONAL JOURNEY that has left a lifelong mark on my heart and soul.

”I love you. I always have. No matter how much you wish I didn’t.”

This soul stunner of a story turned me into a bawling baby where I sobbed so hard that I shook like an earthquake. I seriously cried straight up UGLY TEARS, tears that touched my kindle. All Your Perfects is ALL THE THINGS! It wowed the woman in me. It wrecked the wife in me. It’s gripping. It’s gut-wrenching. It’s messy. It’s moving. It’s meaningful. It’s broken. It’s beautiful. It’s so raw that it feels real. All Your Perfects is a Category 5 hurricane that hit my heart so hard that I felt every word of this emotional journey, one that wrecked me in the most wonderful of ways. I felt everything in a story that’s everything. All Your Perfects is EVERYTHING!!!

”I promise I will love you more during the storms than I love you doing the perfect days.”

A TOP 2018 & LIFETIME READ!

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Quinn and Graham’s perfect love is threatened by their imperfect marriage. The memories, mistakes, and secrets that they have built up over the years are now tearing them apart. The one thing that could save them might also be the very thing that pushes their marriage beyond the point of repair.

All Your Perfects is a profound novel about a damaged couple whose potential future hinges on promises made in the past. This is a heartbreaking page-turner that asks: Can a resounding love with a perfect beginning survive a lifetime between two imperfect people?

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Review – Broken Love Story by Natasha Madison

6 out of 5 stars
6 stars
I’ve come to expect nothing but greatness from Natasha Madison, but every time she still blows my mind. This book will take you on a rollercoaster ride of emotions, heartache, lies, betrayal, and all consuming love. One of the most beautifully emotional stories of the year. Natasha can do no wrong!
Watching these 2 battle through loss, heartache, and the ultimate betrayal was gutwrenching and so worth every second. The way they navigate life and do it together all the while slowly building that slow burn will take your breath away. When we get to their HEA, it’s like fireworks on the 4th of July, a true celebration of freedom from the hurts of the past.
I really can’t say enough to express how much I love this book and these characters, but also Natasha! She has once again proven why she is one of my top must read authors!!

Samantha:

I had the perfect life; a husband who loved me, and two kids who were my world.

Until someone else answered his phone and my perfect life shattered.

When he died, I was left with answers he couldn’t give me and a box full of lies.

He left me broken.

Blake:

I fell in love when I was fifteen, knowing she was the one.

For five years, she was my everything—my every breath, every heartbeat, every thought.

She made me promise to move on, promise to find love again, but I broke those promises because I can’t move on.

Two broken souls brought together by tragedy and heartbreak.

Can a broken love story be fixed?

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Standing in front of the full-length mirror in my room, I smooth down my black skirt. My blond hair is tied up in a ponytail, my cheeks are sunken in more than normal, and the blackness around my eyes indicates I haven’t slept well since this whole thing happened. Since I found out that not only did my husband die, but that he also married someone else.

I sit on the made bed and look down at my wedding band. My thumb of my right hand touches it, and the lone tear that falls out of my eye lands straight on it. “Mommy.” I look back at Lizzie, who is standing in the doorway wearing a black one-piece dress similar to mine with ballerina flats.

My mother-in-law went shopping yesterday and bought us all new outfits for today. “We need to put our best foot forward,” she said as I watched her walk in with the six bags. “We can’t let people talk.”

I turned around and walked out of the room, going upstairs. Shutting myself in my bathroom with my back against the door, I cried quietly, trying to hide my sobs. “We can’t let people talk,” I whispered to myself. The hatred I had begun feeling when I remembered my husband.

Lizzie walks to the side of my bed and sits next to me. “I hate this dress,” she says when I put my hand around her shoulder and bring her to me, kissing her head.

“I know, baby,” I whisper, “but after today, it’s going to be all over.”

“That’s what Grandpa A said.” She mentions the name she calls my father-in-law. Grandpa A because you can’t get better than an A.

“Is everyone ready?” I hear Ethan yell from downstairs. “The limo is picking us up in twenty.”

“Let’s go, baby,” I tell her, getting up and holding her hand while we walk downstairs. My in-laws are both sitting in the kitchen. My mother-in-law in a black skirt and top while my father-in-law has on a black suit. “Where is Daisy?” I ask them.

“Elliot is upstairs changing her. She spilled milk on her dress,” Judy tells me, looking at Lizzie. “You look like such a big girl.” She blinks her tears away.

Elliot comes down the stairs with Daisy on his hip, smiling at me when he walks in. “Okay, you girls go sit in the living room while us grown-ups talk,” my father-in-law says, and the girls both know to leave the room. When he knows they are both out of earshot, he starts. “Today is going to be tough, tough for us all, but we have to stand together. We have to be the family that we are.” I lean against the counter while he talks. “The situation with the other one has been taken care of, and she has been served papers.” I look at him and then at Elliot and Ethan, both of them looking down when our eyes meet. It’s almost as if they feel guilty for meeting this woman. My father-in-law continues, “After all this is done today, we are meeting with the lawyers in person, so we can go over the will, start the paperwork for the insurance, and make sure she doesn’t touch a thing that belongs to him.” I stop listening at this point, turning to look out the window at the backyard.

The swing set that he built in one day to make sure the kids could use it when he left the next day. The patio set he had delivered to us, so I could have somewhere to sit while I watched the girls while he was living with another woman. I shake my head, walking out of the room. I sit on the couch, and the girls come to sit next to me, one on each side. “Today is going to be really hard,” I whisper to them, “but we have to be strong for Daddy.” They both look at me, their eyes exactly like their father’s. “But, if at any time, you need to leave or you need me… I don’t care who is talking to me or who is around; you come and get me.”

“Grandpa A said we had to sit and wait,” Daisy whispers just as Elliot comes into the room and kneels in front of us.

“What is this meeting about?” he asks, smiling at us. The circles around his eyes are just as black as ours. He hasn’t left our house since this happened.

“Mommy said if we need her that we can go to her,” Daisy says, looking at him and then me, “even if Grandpa A said no.”

He leans in, whispering, “You can come to me too, and I’ll make sure that you get Mommy.”

“Okay,” Lizzie and Daisy both whisper at the same time, and then the doorbell rings.

We get up, put our jackets on, and one by one file into the black limo that has come to take us to the funeral home. We arrive before everyone else. “We get an hour with him, and then they will open the door,” Adrian says as Judy grabs her tissue and dabs her eyes.

I look around the funeral home. I’m not sure what I’m looking for, not sure where he is. I haven’t seen him since he kissed me goodbye four days earlier. His last words to me were, “Call you when I can.” That phone call never came.

I follow my in-laws to the big brown door that is closed. “I want to go in before the girls.” Everyone turns to look at me.

“We can keep them in the lobby,” says the lady who greeted us at the door. She told me her name, but I just didn’t listen.

I nod at her as she turns to ask the girls if they want hot chocolate. Daisy’s eyes get big as Lizzie turns to look at me. I nod my head, giving her permission, so she can go with the woman.

The doors open, and I don’t even know what to expect. I’ve never been to a funeral. Never known anyone well enough to pay my last respects. Judy and Adrian walk in first, followed by Ethan, and Elliot waits with me. I step foot into the room, and it’s so cold that I shiver. The smell of flowers hits me right away, making me turn my head. The number of flowers and wreaths shocks me; the whole room is almost full. Some wreaths blocking others. Rows and rows of brown chairs line the room, all facing toward the front of the room. My eyes land on the brown wooden casket at the front of the room. The open half showing you the white satin inside. I walk down the aisle toward him, and then my eyes land on him. Eric. I can’t take another step forward because my knees give out, and I fall. Elliot isn’t fast enough to hold me up, and my knee lands with a thud. But the pain doesn’t matter because nothing could take the place of the pain in my heart. The sound of wailing fills the room as I look up at my dead husband.

I feel arms around me; I feel myself lifted; I feel myself almost floating. He isn’t the Eric who kissed me goodbye; he isn’t the Eric who I made promises to; he isn’t the Eric who made all my dreams come true. This isn’t him.

The man with makeup caked on his face isn’t my Eric. My sobs overtake my body as I look at him, expecting him to open his eyes. Expecting something, anything but this. “I want the casket closed,” I say, my voice soft. “I want it closed.”

“Samantha,” my father-in-law starts, “it’s—”

I shake my head. “I don’t want the kids to see him like that,” I say softly. I know that for me they wouldn’t even consider it, but for the girls, they would move heaven and earth. “They need to remember him alive and smiling, not like that,” I say, pointing at the casket.

“Dad,” Ethan says after me, “I agree.”

“Me too,” Elliot says from beside me. “Close it.”

He just nods at us, then walks to the man standing in the corner. The man looks at him as they have a hushed conversation and then just nods his head. “Do you need some water?” Ethan says to me, and I nod. I don’t bother listening to what else he says; instead, I get up and go to the casket. Standing before the brown box, I look at him, really look at him. You see some bruising under the makeup, and his nose is a little swollen. His hands are folded over his stomach, resting on his black suit. The suit he wore when we got married. Why? I ask him in my own head. Why did you do it? I ask him, hoping I can hear him whisper something to me, whisper anything back. To answer my questions, to give me something; anything to make me understand why he did what he did. Why he left me with so many fucking questions and not one answer.

The man comes over to close the casket. Eric’s face disappears slowly, the shadow filling his face till the casket finally shuts. “I’m sorry for your loss,” the man says, nodding at me. “If at any time you want it open, we can open it back up.” I turn around now, looking at the chairs that will fill up as soon as the people start coming in. Ethan consoles my mother-in-law, and Elliot stands where we were just sitting, his hands in his pockets.

“I’m getting the girls,” I tell them and then walk out with my head held high but my shoulders slumped. Defeated is a word that you use so many times not really understanding what can actually defeat you. I know now, my husband dying, him cheating on me, my kids without a father, my dreams of growing old with him gone. Beaten straight down to my core, straight down to my bones.

I walk over to them as they look up. “Let’s go, girls,” I tell them as they both get up and walk to me. Lizzie takes one hand, Daisy takes the other, and we walk back into the room that holds a piece of our hearts. The room where their father lies, with no answers and no tomorrow.

We stand in that room for four hours while people come up to me and give me their condolences. I nod my head and play the part of the grieving wife. I am the grieving wife, but I’m also the wife whose husband didn’t love her enough to just be with her. The wife who knew her husband was slipping away but couldn’t catch it in time. The wife he said he would love and protect. The wife who stands here between his girls wishing that for one second he suffered horribly. The wife who has to pick up the fucking pieces and lie to her girls about what a great guy he was. The wife who, at the end of the day, just wasn’t good enough.

We listen as people tell us how amazing he was, how much he loved his family, and how much he loved his girls. The whole time, I’m yelling on the inside, ready to stand in the middle of the room, throw my head back, and yell at the top of my lungs. But I don’t do what I want. I don’t tell them what a fraud my husband was. I don’t tell them that it was almost all lies. I don’t tell them that the day he died, they called his other wife and not me. I don’t tell them that I wasn’t the one with him when he died.

I stand here thinking about this other person—his other wife—and wonder how she would handle this. How she would be with my in-laws. Would she just let them control her and do everything for her? Would she want it to be open and weep for him beside the casket instead of standing next to it?

I look around the room at all the people who came to pay their respects, and my eyes find someone I’ve never met before. Someone I’ve never seen before, and our eyes connect. His green eyes stare into mine as I watch him nod to me and turn to walk out. As he walks out of the crowded room, I strain my neck to watch his back. I don’t have long to think because Elliot comes up and whispers, “It’s time.”

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Review- Warning Part 3 by AD Justice

6 out of 5 stars

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I don’t even know if I have words to describe my feelings right now. All I know is I can’t wipe th e smile off my face or the tears from my eyes. Warning is such a perfect title for this series, and I let you know why. Don’t say I didn’t WARN you! 😉

I felt every emotion through this book as well as the whole series. I laughed. I cried. My heart beat so fast I thought it might stop. I got so hot I had to take off the covers and cool down. I cringed. I raged. I FELL COMPLETELY IN LOVE!!

I have yet to read an AD Justice book that hasn’t been a 6 star read. I know I still have plenty of books that she wrote before I started reading her work, and trust me that one day they will allbe read. This woman is so talented and deserves it to be shouted from the mountain. This is one series I would truly love to see in a movie. YES, IT’S THAT GOOD! PURE, UTTER PERFECTION!! That ending couldn’t have been any better, and I really hope I am right about what is coming next!

Enough said! This series is a must read, and yes you must read the first 2 books before starting this. It is not a standalone. Now excuse me while I go fangirl and finally take a bathroom break since NOTHING was tearing me away until the last word!

Just when I thought I had everything figured out, life blew up in my face without warning. The missing pieces of the puzzle weren’t clear, and the stakes were too high to merely hope for the best.

Absolute facts I’d believed my entire life turned out to be lies and the truth was harder to accept than the family ever realized. Protecting my loved ones was my only priority. Any threat had to be eliminated—no matter the consequences.

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Review – Everything I Never Wanted by K. Street

6 out of 5 stars

6 stars. Not 5 but 6!!!

Can I just start by saying, since the day I met this author she has blown me away repeatedly by not just every book but every single word she’s written. She weaves a fairytale that is far from perfect in the beginning, but by the end there couldn’t be more perfection. She captures not just your mind but your heart and soul with each book she writes. I always know I’m in for a heartfelt journey that I will repeatedly need tissues for and that I need time away from everyone and everything because her words consume every fiber of my being.

There are quite a few twists to the story that will keep this review from going into detail plotwise. Just let me say a single dad whose heart’s been trampled is the hardest one to get through to. The author detailed this journey so incredibly that I was an emotional rollercoaster.
So in short, this book is perfect. I wouldn’t have changed a thing. I look forward to whatever comes my way next. You never cease to amaze me which is why with your debut book you became one of my top authors automatically. You prove every single time why!!


A single dad, contemporary romance standalone.

This wasn’t supposed to be my life.

One phone call was all it took to bring me back to the small town I had grown up in. Everything had changed, and staying away was no longer an option.

Four and a half years later, I was a widowed single father still here, still trying to pick up the pieces. We were doing just fine on our own, my little girl and me.

At least, we were until Camryn Parker stumbled into our lives. The woman was like a tornado after a hurricane; she was the storm I never saw approaching. Behind her beauty and sarcastic wit, she was just as broken as I pretended not to be. As hard as I tried to resist, it was impossible not to fall in love with her.

In the end, it took nearly losing it all for me to realize everything I never wanted was exactly what I needed.

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K. Street has been making up stories since she was old enough to talk and began writing at the tender age of eleven. She resides in central Florida with her husband and daughter. Her affinity for coffee, sweet red wine, dark chocolate and hockey runs deep. When K isn’t working or writing she enjoys reading, cooking, spending time with her family and cheering on her beloved Chicago Blackhawks.

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Review – The Upside of Falling by Meghan Quinn

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The Upside of Falling by Meghan Quinn

My rating: 6 of 5 stars



”It’s the little things that matter the most.”

When Meghan Quinn Author told me she was writing a story she thought I’d enjoy, a military romance, I was over-the-top excited! I knew from the beginning that this story would be different—less humor, some heat, and more heart. Full of so much SWOON and SOUL, The Upside of Falling made me fall hard in love from the very first page and never stopped. The Upside of Falling HITS DEEP. I was ENAMORED with this full of depth and breadth love story! The Upside of Falling has ALL THE HEART in a story that strikes straight to the soul.



”I hope you give me a chance, give this a chance, because I think it could be something great.”

Colby and Rory!!! Whoa!!! I was seriously hooked on these characters who melted me so much! The broody and broken hero and fierce and full-of-life heroine stole my heart. Their connection was fierce from first sight like a magnet drawing them together. The Upside of Falling’s plot of many layers pulled me in like a pilot to his plane. Polarizing. Paralyzing. Passionate. Perfection. All the angst-burning PERFECTION!!!

”I like you, Rory, and that terrifies me.”

The Upside of Falling is a military romance but so much MORE: The Upside of Falling is a love story of two black and white lives suddenly splashed with color. The Upside of Falling is a hard-fought journey of strength and sacrifice, one of overcoming adversity, and learning to love and trust. The Upside of Falling is a paralyzing and passionate story of rising after falling, of taking that leap of love. The The Upside of Falling is EVERYTHING!!!

”Dream of me.”

My heart has been caught—captured by The Upside of Falling—as it glides through the air like a fighter jet, straight to Cloud Nine. An old school military romance, The Upside of Falling reminds me a bit of my own soldier love story, one that hit every part of my heart. This is one of the sweetest and most soulful slow burns you’ll ever read. I was BREATHLESS! The Upside of Falling is so BEAUTIFULLY WRITTEN, such a stunning and soulful story.

”I know it deep in my bones that I was meant to meet you, and you were meant to be mine.”

SWEET SIGH. Meghan Quinn was right: I LOVED The Upside of Falling! LOVE, LOVE, LOVE!!! Meghan ‘Master Storyteller’ Quinn has poured her heart into this story, and I can feel that passion and love through the words. In one HEART-SOARING STORY FULL OF FEELS, Meghan Quinn has aced the military romance trope. The military wife in me salutes this love story. I WAS BLOWN AWAY by a book that broke me in the best way!

Act in spite of your fear.

The Upside of Falling is, hands-down, a TOP 2018 ROMANCE!

🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟 ’but worth all’ the heart-soaring stars

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Tucked away at the base of the Rocky Mountains lived a little boy with one singular dream: leave this broken and battered home and become someone.

Be somebody’s hero.

That boy was me—Colby Brooks. Except I’m not that same little boy anymore.

My dreams might still be the same, but my reality isn’t.

I’m smarter. Stronger. A man.

And I learned a long damn time ago, the only way to achieve my dreams was to avoid distractions—at any cost.

Focus. Resolve. Determination.

But all it took was one single night. One night and my entire life…changed.

One night had me colliding head first with the biggest distraction of my life; Rory Oaks.

Smart. Charming. Beautiful.

Rory changed everything.

Quickly, my one-track mind started to bend.

Each kiss faded decade-long dreams.

And with one single incident, I fly off course.

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Head turned down, pushing the sleeves of his white Henley up his arms, he swaggers toward me. His jeans hang low on his hips, held up by the same brown belt he wore the other night. His narrow waist directs my eyes to the center of his jeans, and I can’t help wonder what might be behind the crotch of his pants.

And then there is his chest. Barrel like, broad and prominent. His thick biceps showcase his strength, and the fabric of his shirt stretches over his shoulders and forearms. Having spent a lot of time at the gym, I’ve seen every body type, but Colby’s is different. He’s strong, built, but not like a body builder. His body seems to suggest the only kind of weight he’s been lifting is his own body, pushup after pushup. I can’t imagine there being barbells in his workouts, but I can imagine logs, cadets, and heavy machinery. He has working muscles, the kind you earn from hard, dedicated work on the field. In a word? Impressive.

Walking up to Stryder, he grips his friend’s shoulder and says something into his ear. A smirk crosses Stryder’s face before he moves over to our side of the bowling alley and takes Colby’s place.

Is he leaving? Already?

Might as well at this point. It’s not like he’s going to talk to me, not after my pathetic attempt at a bet. I should have known I was going to hang out in the gutter all night. It’s where I usually am when I’m bowling. I blame the ball. The thing has a vendetta against me.

Sighing, I prop my chin in my hand and watch Stryder expertly toss his ball down the lane, getting a strike . . . once again. And just like every other strike, he pumps his arm up in the air and celebrates. We get it, you’re good, no need to—

“Hey.”

That voice . . .

Stunned, eyes wide, not able to move, not wanting to scare him away, I keep my eyes trained forward, soaking in that beautifully deep voice of his for a brief moment before saying, “Hey.”

“Can I sit here?”

Still keeping my eyes trained forward, I say, “Sure.”

My body tingles with awareness of how close he is to me, that fresh laundry scent invading my senses, prickling the little hairs on my arm. My body leans toward his, wanting a little more, searching for anything else he might give me. I don’t know why he’s choosing to engage me in conversation, but I’m sure as hell not moving while he does.

“Sorry about tonight,” he says and he actually sounds sincere.

“Why are you sorry?” I mumble.

Reaching around, he takes my cheek in his hand. The callouses on his palm rubbing against my skin is a welcome sensation. As I’m turned toward him, I steady my breathing. I’m having a hard time slowing my heart rate because of his close proximity, and the unexpected touch shooting a wave of heat through my veins.

“I’m sorry you didn’t get to ask me any questions. I didn’t think you were going to suck that bad.” A playful smile tugs at his lips, and my heart sinks to the floor. Oh God, he’s so gorgeous, especially when he smiles.

Matching his smirk, I say, “I didn’t think I was going to suck that bad either.”

“I feel bad.”

“You should.” That garners a laugh, deep and throaty, the sound cloaking me like a shield, protecting me from the outside world, bringing me into a little bubble where we are the only two that exist.

“Ask me a question.”

Shocked, I swallow hard and say, “Really?”

He nods and holds up his fingers. “You get three.”

“Oh, three? Wow, I feel like you just gave me the key to your soul.”

Rolling his eyes, he adjusts his stance on the barstool and leans back, giving us some space, our knees still knocking into each other. “Easy killer; it’s just three questions.”

“Yeah, three questions I didn’t have before.” Tapping my chin, I try to think of good questions, but now that I have him willing and waiting, nothing comes to mind. I wasn’t prepared for this, he caught me off-guard, and now I feel I can’t be strategic about my probing. “Hmm . . . what do you like to do on the weekends?”

“Jump,” he answers.

Searching his eyes, lips quirked, I say, “Uh, you’re going to have to be more specific than that. What kind of jumping are we talking here? Like jump roping? Because that seems kind of weird to do on the weekends, and if you tell me you’re in some kind of jump-roping club at the academy, I’m not going to believe you.”

His lips curve up as he scratches the side of his jaw. “Jump out of airplanes.”

Oh.

Oh.

That’s . . .

Uh, that’s really hot.

“So you just casually jump out of airplanes?”

“I’m part of the Wings of Blue, the academy’s parachute team. We jump every day, at least two to three times a day after class and before dinner, depending on wind and ceiling limits. On the weekends, some of the guys, including Stryder and me, go to Springs East Airport and do civilian jumps. The more jumps we get in, the higher the chance we’ll be considered for big demonstrations, like parachuting into football games and major sporting events for the Rockies and Broncos.” Ummmm. Did anyone else just hear how many words he gifted me? And seriously? Does the man have no clue how incredibly sexy he is when he talks about something he loves? The expression on his face . . .

“Wow, that’s . . . that’s really hot.” I chuckle. “Sorry, I don’t mean to fangirl over your parachuting, but I guess I wasn’t expecting that answer. You just jump out of planes?”

He slowly nods. “Every day.” 

“Anything to get you up in the clouds, huh?”

“Yeah,” he answers shyly, rubbing his jaw. “Okay, next question.”
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Review – Unconscious Hearts by Harper Sloan

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She has given us security corps, sexy strippers, hot rockers and cool cowboys. Then she comes along with him. Thorn Evans. Oh, Harper. How can we ever thank you for gifting us with one of the most alpha, sexiest, most demanding heroes that you have ever written?

He’s a dream in tight tee shirts and jeans but makes a dress shirt and slacks look like a tuxedo. He grumpy, direct and to the point. His words left not only his girl swooning and sighing. I did too! But it isn’t just his smoldering looks or his commands that make Thorn incredible. It’s his heart. It’s the vulnerable behind the bluster… the way this man holds himself back because he’s seen so much and hurt that much more. He captivates from the moment he steps onto the pages and before I could turn those pages, he had my heart and to this day hasn’t let go.

Ari Daniels has had her share of heartbreak. Her past is filled with tragedy. One single act of betrayal changes her world. She is at a place in her life where she seems to be simply surviving instead of truly living. Ari isn’t prepared for this giant of a man who enters her life and for the first time in seven years makes her feel again. He batters and fights and won’t stop. He’s a hurricane with his sights set on destroying anything and anyone who stands in the way of his beauty… his more. What I loved so much about Ari is how she embraced her pain, looked it right in the eye and gave it the finger. And then she not only lived… she thrived. I cheered her on, applauded her strength and was jealous. That’s right. Absolutely jealous this woman had an amazing man like Thorn to awaken her senses and share her new experiences.

The secondary cast of characters in this story are just as vital as Thorn and Ari. They weaved their magic and made me laugh out loud. Thorn’s very best friend Wilder and Ari’s truest friend Piper have their own amazing story to tell. And just from the brief glimpse of them, theirs will burn hot and very heavy.

Unconscious Hearts is a tremendous love story. It is a story about courage, forgiveness and family and not just family by blood, but family by choice. It’s an emotional twisty roller coaster ride from heart stopping devastation to mile high elation. It’s the story of two scattered souls finding beauty and more. I hated when it ended but loved it at the very same time. Ari and Thorn’s story was sexy, sensual and real. So real. I was with every page I read and still am blown away.

This is truly Harper Sloan at her very best. Bravo, Harper! FANTASTIC!

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Ari Daniels didn’t count on her whole world tumbling down around her in a mess of shredded promises, broken love, and unbelievable heartbreak. Alone and stricken with grief, she shouldered the blame and eventually closed her heart off, refusing to open it for another.  After all, anytime she tried, guilt and regret were waiting in the wings to remind her how painful it was.

A bet and one steamy night with a stranger force Ari to confront all she’s been hiding behind.  She tries to move on, but he refuses to stand down, wanting what she is terrified to give—herself.  This man may very well destroy her in the end, especially when it’s clear he has his own demons.

What happens when two broken souls come together, finally allowing themselves to believe in the beauty of love … only to have to fight harder than ever to keep it.   

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His eyes get hard for a beat before his features smooth back out.  “Yeah, beyond sure.  No one to pass this shit down to, and even if there was, I wouldn’t be givin’ someone ideas of materialistic bullshit if I did.  More to life than all this shit.”

“Okay, well, in that case …” I cough, not wanting to fight with him about our views when it comes to expensive wants versus needs.  Last time I tried to argue the benefits of learning to care for and value something you work hard to buy, I had a black eye for almost two weeks.   “In that case, I’m prepared to offer you a lump sum as a buyout for the whole collection, but I also want to mention, again, that consignment would be a more lucrative approach.  Our buyout is just a standard percent of resale value, but consignment would allow us to mark up each to give you a larger profit.”

“Told you, babe, want it gone.  I don’t give a shit about making it more lucrative.  Look around you, hardly hurting.”

“Still, it’s my obligation to make sure you’re informed.”

“Consider me informed.”

“Okay … so I can offer a tentative amount of three million.  I would need more time to inspect each item in depth for any defects that could affect the value and also to research a few pieces I feel may be limited editions so that could also affect the value.  Meaning that amount could go up or down, but I wouldn’t expect it to be less than two point five or more than four point seven-ish.  I wouldn’t need but maybe five days tops, and I can come during the day if that works better for your schedule.”

“You get this gone in two days, and I’ll take one mil.”

My whole body jerks back as if I had been slapped, staring at him like he was absolutely insane. 

“That’s absolutely insane,” I tell him, voicing my thoughts.

“No, that’s me not giving a shit and wanting it gone so I can get out of this place and sell it and all this shit some hand with care placed around each room.  Woulda left this shit in and sold it with the house, but for some reason I’ll never understand, you’re here, and I still just want it gone.  You don’t need five days when I’m taking a two mil hit, babe.  That would waste your time and mine, and I’m not a huge fan of wasting my time.  Way I see it, you win, and I get a cold mil for some shit I didn’t buy nor care about.  So you get this shit outta here, and all I need is that.”

“Thorn, I can’t in good conscience accept that.”

“Then dirty that conscience up and laugh your tight little ass all the way to the bank.  Don’t give a shit as long as it’s gone, and I don’t have to do anything to make it that way.”

“This is insanity.”

“Insanity would be tossing it all at the Goodwill drop-off.  I’m making money.  You’re making money.  Only thing sweeter than making money is doing it while I’m getting my cock wet, and babe, that only happens when my stock rises at the same time my cock does.”  He steps closer, and I back into the island, my chest burning as I hold my breath.  “Course, never had four mil worth of shit to sell to a woman who makes my cock rise without even trying.”

“Thorn,” I whisper, placing my hand against his hard chest with the intention of pushing him back.  Only, the second his warmth burns through his shirt and hits my skin, I can’t move an inch.

“Ari,” he mocks, his eyes bright.

“I, uh, the paperwork …” I close my eyes and focus on my breaths and the words my mouth can’t seem to form.  When my heart slows enough that I won’t die of a heart attack right here in heaven, I look back up at him.  “You’re breaking my brain, Thorn.  Please step back so I can think clearly without my body trying to die on me.”

The corners of his eyes crinkle as he continues to gaze down at me, but he does step back.  My arm falling down to my side.

“As much as I wish I could have this room cleared out for you tomorrow, it will take at least until late Monday.  I’ll need to meet with you beforehand to have some legal paperwork signed for the sale due to its size.  But my lawyer is an old family friend, so I can have that by tomorrow around dinnertime, if you wouldn’t mind meeting me to take care of that.  I won’t be able to get the cashier’s check until after those are signed, so late Monday is the best I can offer you.”

“Want this shit gone, but it’s hardly a hardship to wait a few more days if that means I’ve got a few more opportunities to try to make you want me as much as you want this shit around you,” he says, his deep voice thick with desire.

“Good heavens, you don’t stop, do you?”

“Not unless you beg, babe.”

“I think it’s best we went back to keeping things professional, Mr. Evans.”

This time, it isn’t a ghost of a smile on his lips.  Oh, no.  Not this time.  If I thought he was handsome before this moment, I was a fool.  Because Thorn Evans giving you his full, unhindered smile and a gaze so thick with unspoken promise as it washes over you and creates a fire of the desire you already felt … well, that expression on him turns him from sinfully hot to heart-stopping and irresistible instantly.

“It would take me five minutes to get you to beg me for it, Ms. Daniels.  Admit it.”

Offended at the thought that I’m easy, I narrow my eyes.  Finally.  At least anger is an emotion I’ve had plenty of practice dealing with.  “I’m not sure what kind of women you’re used to, but I promise you, I am not that type of woman.”

“Maybe three,” he oddly says, ignoring me.

“Three, what?” I snap.

“Minutes, sweetness.  Three minutes and you’d be begging me for all this shit and my cock.”

My mouth flounders, and I gasp.

“Though, pretty sure I could get that in less than a minute and get you doin’ all the work while I watch from my back.”

My arm is up, palm cracking against his cheek before I have the ability to do anything to stop it.  “I think we’re done here.”

I walk around him, ready to find my way out and let him find someone else to take all of this off his hands even if it kills a little part of my lux loving soul.  When his hand curls around my bicep—not painfully, but firm enough to make me stop—I look over my shoulder with a frown.  For a man who was just slapped, he looks almost gleeful.

“One minute, Ari.  Give me a minute and if you aren’t ready to beg me for it, when those sixty seconds are up, you can take this shit and not give me a penny for it.”

Walk away, Ari.  Walk.  Away.  No amount of money is worth being some man’s whore.

Spinning away from his hold, I jerk my arm free and step toward him with a roll up to my toes, getting my face as close to his as I can.  His scent overwhelms me. The subtle notes of his cologne fog my rational thought, making me drunk with need, and I sway slightly before correcting myself.

“Thirty seconds,”  I retort, my jaw tight with stubbornness.  

I’m not sure who I shocked more—him or me.  I have my answer, though, when I see victory flash in his eyes.  Oh, my God … what have I done?

“You’re on,” he agrees, his eyes alight with the promise backed up by his devilish grin.

I nod, incapable of anything more.  I stand there in shocked silence as he takes my phone, his thick fingers moving quickly over the screen.  I vaguely hear a chime from his pocket and before I can so much as blink, he’s handing me my things.

“Tomorrow, I’ll text you.  Paperwork first, then you beg.”

I gulp, jerk my head in what I hope resembles a nod of agreement, and then … I flee.

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Review – Folsom by Tarryn Fisher and Willow Aster

Folsom by Tarryn Fisher

My rating: 6 of 5 stars

I don’t do dystopian books. The last dystopian series I read was Divergent in 2012-2014. I don’t do dystopian. Futuristic world settings and characters aren’t my thing. I don’t do dystopian or didn’t much … until now. Until Tarryn Fisher and Willow Aster knocked me off my axis into the delicious dystopian world of FOLSOM.

With YEARS since my last dystopian, I had no idea what to expect with this unconventional romance. Nothing. So I went in with an open mind. I picked up Folsom, challenging myself, stepping so far from my story comfort zone that I wondered who I was, and dove into this oh-so-different-for-me book. Different is an understatement. Folsom is DARINGLY DIFFERENT. It’s unlike anything I’ve read before and so unique that it’s in its own UNIQUE UNIVERSE.Folsom is so different that I were to describe much, I’d ruin it for readers.

This is the way it should be. Men allowed to hunt.

Once I started Folsom, I didn’t want to … I wouldn’t … couldn’t stop reading. I couldn’t help but notice that this story authored by two authors was meticulously made. This author duo of Fisher and Asters write so seamlessly together as one solid voice, so seamless that you’ll be hard-pressed to tell where one starts and the other stops. I couldn’t put down this DELICIOUS DYSTOPIAN DELIGHT that became my far-out realm and reality. Its powerful and passionate plot of a female-dominate world with male pollinators DOMINATED ME. The strong and smoldering hero and heroine melted together and made me fall in love with them fast. This raw and riveting romance set in another world suddenly became my world.

The moment I saw her, I knew. A feeling, a draw, the smallest spark of kindling.

Thrilling, tender, and thought-provoking, Folsom takes you so far to the edge that you’ll be powerless to stop the fall of feels. This BOUNDARY-BREAKING BOOK beguiled me the whole time reading! Bold, beautiful, and blisteringly smart, Folsom is UTTERLY UNFORGETTABLE. I FELT this Folsom fantasy world as it were my reality. Folsom UNEQUIVOCALLY OWNED every ounce of me. Every thought. Every feel. EVERYTHING. Folsom is EVERYTHING!

”I’ve been living without feeling anything and now I feel everything.”

I can’t recommend Folsom highly enough! There aren’t enough stars for this out-of-this world romance! A TOP 2018 READ!!!

🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟 daringly different and delicious stars

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The nation as we know it is a thing of the past.

With the male species on the verge of extinction, a society called the End Men is formed to save the world. Folsom Donahue is one of twelve men whose sole purpose is to repopulate the Regions. The endless days spent having sex with strangers leaves Folsom with an emptiness no amount of women, money, or status can fill.

Until Gwen.

Gwen has wanted a child for as long as she can remember, but when she finally gets a chance to have her own, she uncovers a long hidden truth. The injustice she sees moves her to help save the men whom no one else believes need saving.

A forbidden love, grown in a time of despair, ignites a revolution.

Folsom and Gwen, torn between their love for each other and their sense of duty, must make a choice. But some will stop at nothing to destroy them.

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