Review – Life Plus One by Rachel Robinson

August 18, 2017Leave a comment

Life Plus One by Rachel Robinson!

I am SO LUCKY to read the books I read! Some I get to read early. Some I buy. But when I read a book like Life Plus One by Rachel Robinson it solidifies my love for the adult romance genre. I’ve read some pretty incredible books this year and I’m sure I’ll read more before it ends but I can safely say that Life Plus One will sit in my top three of 2017 EASILY!

This is not a book that can be read really quickly, for a fun sexy hit. No, this a book where you have to take your time. It’s a book that hits you SO DEEP in your soul that sometimes you feel there is no way out. Rachel stole a HUGE part of me and it’s left somewhere between the pages of Life Plus One with Ben & Harper.

One thing I LOVE in my books is ANGST and Life Plus One had it in SPADES. I was on the edge of my seat, gasping and sighing and swooning and hurting in equal measure. My smile hurt my face, my pounding heart hurt in my chest, my tears hurt my eyes, my body burnt and ached with SO MUCH sexual tension and connection that was brutally battered by LIFE and missed opportunity. My emotions were everywhere, still are EVERYWHERE.

To me, Rachel Robinson writes the best SEAL ROMANCES out there. They are littered with strong, sinful, sexy alphas that make you all dreamy eyed. Life Plus One had an alpha that was strong and sinful and super, super sexy, but he was also so sweet, so raw, so BEAUTIFUL. This man stole away with me. Don’t get me wrong there was a couple of times I wanted to slap him but it was his whole persona that just ended up making me love him more despite his “moments”. Ben was one in a million!

This book also delivers an amazing friends to lovers trope! Honestly Rachel DELIVERS it so freaking good. I felt everything. All their love, all their jealousy, all their lust, regret, pain, anger, sadness, happiness. ALL OF IT. I connected to them both so easily, so quickly that I actually felt as though I was breathing their air, living side by side with them. And that’s all down to Rachel and how she DELIVERS this story and these characters.

Cover to cover….Beginning to end… Rachel Robinson destroyed me, ripped me apart, splattered my soul and left me broken, but she also raised me up, filled me with love, breathed beautiful life back into me and left me so happy that it was all sooo worth it.

I could go on forever. I could literally speak about this book for days and not her bored. There is SO MUCH to it, that just when you think you know what’s coming or going to happen, the rug is dragged from under your feet and you’re freefalling. But in the end, it’s an experience I’m SO GLAD I took and it’s one I will NEVER forget.

6, but that’s not nearly enough, beautiful, stars!

Ben Brahms shed his glasses, gangly body, and a life long pact to attend an Ivy League college with his best friend the day the world took on a sinister hue. With his outward appearance matching his new career as a Navy SEAL, Ben is saving the world…literally, at the expense of everything he gave up. A whole life.

Her.

Harper Rosehall honors the pact. She takes on, and then dominates college on the opposite coast. Always the geek, and always behind socially—especially with men, she blossoms. With her moral compass guiding her, she finds herself drawn back to San Diego and all she left behind.

Him.

With memories from their pasts haunting every interaction and decision in their present—and future, their timing never seems to be quite right.

A marriage.

A baby.

Nothing.

Some friendships last the test of time, can Ben and Harper’s stand the tests of life?

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Review – Wish You Were Here by Renee Carlino

August 16, 2017August 16, 2017Leave a comment

Wish You Were Here by Renee Carlino

My rating: 6 of 5 stars

Have you ever read a book that has moved you so much and means more than you can pen into words? I’m still MESMERIZED—so UNEQUIVOCALLY MOVED—by Renee Carlino’s words in Wish You Were Here, a story that STUNNED ME SPEECHLESS. A story that made me melt…made me break…made me think…made me feel. Wish You Were Here made my HEART BLEED and my SOUL SOAR, and I can’t stop feeling this romance.

I knew right away that this story was SPECIAL. I knew that Wish You Were Here 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 Wish You Were Here OWNED ME and MY HEART FROM THE START.

This is a romance you have to experience and wholeheartedly feel for yourself—preferably blindly—as I did. Wish You Were Here is not a story but an adventure, a romance that is so much more: love but mostly life. This story, along with its hero and heroine, is strength in spades. Wish You Were Here is a journey of love and life; happiness and heartbreak; and so much strength.

It was like we already knew each other, like we had met in a previous life.

After a magical night together, Charlotte and Adam felt the force of fate, as if they were soul mates. I MELTED from the MAGIC of this couple. I felt their SPARK too. Together, this hero and heroine were the sun amid the storm.

“Love is a wordless secret; it’s an inside joke. Only the two of you have to understand it.”

I lost myself in Wish You Were Here, vanishing into this life-altering story, SPELLBOUND, as it seized every part of me: body, heart, and soul. Wish You Were Here is HEARTBREAKINGLY BEAUTIFUL, a book bleeding with feels. Oh did my heart break, shattering into pieces!!! Tears flowed like a river and I didn’t try to stop them…could not stop them. I UGLY CRIED, and it was catastrophic yet cathartic. The feels flowed feverishly where I FELT EVERY WORD ON EVERY PAGE. I felt every drop of sunlight, every drop of rain, every pull of my heart, and every slay of my soul. I FELT EVERYTHING!!!

The first thing I noticed about this story besides its stunning cover is that Renee Carlino weaves her work with detail, incredible descriptors that transport you right into the story. I was immediately thrust into the world of Wish You Were Here. This is my first Renee Carlino romance but I can feel how this incredible and new favorite author of mine poured her heart, blood, sweat, and tears into a breathtakingly beautiful and brilliant book. This PERFECTLY POIGNANT LOVE STORY is one that remains for a lifetime like that epic love we all seek.

Wish You Were Here is a story that is SO MUCH MORE than a romance. Wish You Were Here is taking that leap and living life to the fullest. Wish You Were Here is love against the odds. Wish You Were Here is happiness, hope, and heartbreak in a book bathed in beautiful words.

Devastatingly beautiful, passionately poignant, and life-changing, Wish You Were Here is a book that bleeds LOVE and LIFE. You can’t help but become touched by this love story and FEEL Wish You Were Here word-for-word and cover-to-cover.I’m still being touched by this romance. Tears are etched in my eyes, ones that still feel fresh from feeling so much. My HEART IS WIDE OPEN as it sits—SHATTERED yet SOARING—from this soul-searing story. Wish You Were Here is a romance I wish everyone would read. I’ll forever feel this masterpiece in vibrant color.

A TOP 2017 MUST-READ ROMANCE!!!

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Charlotte has spent her twenties adrift, floating from interest to interest, job to job, and guy to guy, searching for a spark but never quite finding it. All she knows is that she won’t discover it working as a waitress at a pies-and-fries joint in Los Angeles or living with her fun but aimless best friend in a tiny apartment in the Arts District.

Then Charlotte collides with Adam, a gorgeous and soulful painter who seems just as lost as she feels. Their instant connection turns into a midnight drink… and a whirlwind night of champagne, Chinese food, and the kind of conversation that only happens in romantic comedies. But the next morning, Adam gives Charlotte the cold shoulder, leaving her confused and hurt—and wondering if the few odd moments between them the night before were red flags in disguise.

Months later, Charlotte hasn’t been able to shake Adam, so she decides to find out what happened the morning after their magical night together. This fateful decision rewrites their wild love story, but what Charlotte doesn’t know yet is that the ending has already been written.

“You’re making love sound tragic,” I said.

“No”—he shook his head—“I wouldn’t want it any other way. Tell me about us. What do we like to do?”

“Paint and sail and eat and drink. Just simple things.” “Don’t forget about sex,” he said.
“Yeah, lots of sex. Before the children were born we

“We were practically naked every second of the day.”

“I like that.”

“When they got older, we’d sneak away for weekends and leave them at my mom’s.”

“What are they like? Our children.”

“Happy. That’s all we wished for. We put our love first and it just spilled over into them and now they’re happy.”

Tears sprang from my eyes and ran down my cheeks. Isn’t that what we all hope for when it comes to our children?

His tone suddenly changed. “That’s beautiful, Char- lotte.” It was like he was waking up from the dream. I didn’t want to go back to reality yet, but I knew these fantasies were just to help Adam get his mind off things.

“I can imagine a long life with you,” he said. “I can imagine what a great wife you’d be.”

I pulled my hand out of his. “The story is about you and me.” He didn’t say anything; he just nodded and then continued to stare out the window. I bent and kissed the top of his head again, and whispered, “It’s about us. Don’t take that away from me.”

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Review – Ruck Me by Rebecca Norrine

August 14, 2017August 14, 2017Leave a comment

6 stars

I couldn’t be happier with this book. Now, I loved Declan in book one but Eoin has dominated my heart and soul. This book is one of those stories that make your heart happy and get your emotions going. It gives all the feels.
Watching a couple that started as just a way to keep Aoife from letting a scumbag take her virginity, they really never knew that they would fall so hard and fast. They’ve know each other their ENTIRE life, but has never looked at each other as a anything more than friends,but once the gauntlet is thrown down, anything can happen.
They get dealt a pretty hefty hand and have to decide if they can forgive each other or be stubborn. What I like most about Rebecca’s writing is that you only get what’s necessary for the story. She doesn’t just add any old thing. Each word is where it should be and will steal your heart.

Title: Ruck Me
Series: Dublin Rugby #2
Author: Rebecca Norinne
Genre: Contemporary Sports Romance
Release Date: August 9, 2017

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She flies by the seat of her pants, and he’s a no-nonsense kind of guy. When these two opposites attract … oh baby, it’s game on!

I’d called Aoife O’Shaughnessy a number of things, but dumb was never one of them. Through all the trouble she’d gotten into over the years, I never once thought she was actually stupid. Until now. Because I just heard her plan to lose her virginity to the biggest a-hole we know.

My first thought? How the f*ck is Aoife still a virgin? The second? Over my dead body.

So I volunteered for the job instead.

It might be the stupidest thing I’ve ever done, but once the words were out of my mouth, I couldn’t take them back. I didn’t want to. Suddenly, I couldn’t stop wondering what it would be like to kiss the pink-haired sprite I’d known my whole life, to hear her moan my name when she comes.

And I know she’s wondering about me too.

It was only supposed to be sex, but now I’m in deep. I never meant to fall in love with Aoife; this wasn’t supposed to happen. And what came next? Well, neither of us planned on that.

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“How do you like your chances against the Mariners?” Aoife asked, the bed springs creaking under the weight of her climbing under the covers.
“It’s hard to say,” I answered, sneaking past the lads to head to my room. Shutting the door as quietly as possible, I dropped down onto my bed. “Liam’s rotator cuff isn’t getting better with physio so Coach McCarthy is going to bench him until he goes under the knife. That means Paddy’s going to start. Poor kid is scared shitless.”
“Be nice, that was you not too long ago.”
“Yeah, but unlike me, Paddy doesn’t have a huge ego.”
“Oh hush, you’re not so bad.”
“Oh, I promise you I am. I’ve just kept it hidden from you all this time.”
“Come to think of it, you have always been full of yourself,” she joked easily.
“I’d love for you to be full of me.” When Aoife sucked in a startled breath, I realized I’d said that out loud. Shit. “Sorry,” I apologized automatically.
“No you’re not,” she answered, her voice coming through the line sounding like a long, slow drink of good whiskey.
“No,” I agreed, “I’m not.”
I was trying not to push her too hard, but she knew exactly how badly I wanted her. After coming in my pants when she’d given herself an epic, toe-curling orgasm by humping my lap, I’d learned my lesson. Now, whenever I’d be seeing Aoife, I beat off beforehand.
“About that. I’ve been thinking …”
“Yeah?” I asked, my gut clenching with nervous anticipation.
“I’m ready Eoin.”
Holy fucking Christ, thank you baby Jesus in a manger! I screamed in my head as I fought to keep my outward reaction steady. “Are you sure?”
“Yes,” she answered, her voice growing bold. “I want you inside of me.”
I snaked my hands under the elastic waistband of my joggers and dragged them down past my dick. I couldn’t remember if I’d locked my door on the way in, but it was too late to check. There was no way I was going to ask her to hold that thought while I made sure. If one of the lads walked in while I had my fist wrapped around my cock, that’d teach them to knock the next goddamned time.
“Say that again.” I slowly worked my hand up and down my shaft.
“What?” she asked, her tone teasing.
“Tell me you want me inside of you.”
“Are you touching yourself?”
“Fuck yes, I’m touching myself. You just told me I get to fuck you soon. It’s a miracle I didn’t come the second you said it.”
“I want you to fuck me, Eoin.”
“Are you touching yourself?” I asked on a strangled moan.
“Aoife …” I said when she didn’t respond, drawing out her name on an upward stroke. “Please tell me your fingers are playing with your pretty little cunt.”
“Yes, I’m touching myself,” she answered on a light moan. “I can’t stop touching myself.”
“Me either baby,” I agreed, picking up my pace. I trapped the phone between my ear and shoulder and reached down with my other hand to cup my balls and roll them in my hand. “I want you so bad,” I groaned, no shame in my confession.
“I know,” she answered on a shudder. “I can’t wait Eoin.”
“I’m going to make it so good for you, I promise. But before I fuck you with my cock, I’m going to make you come on my mouth. Are you picturing it Aoife—my lips on your clit, my tongue fucking your sweet little pussy?”
Staccato gasps echoed on the other end of the line. “Yes,” was all she managed to say between pants. “Yes, please.”
“That’s it baby, fuck your pretty pussy with your fingers and pretend they’re mine.”
I was getting close, but I wanted Aoife to come first. I always wanted her pleasure to come before mine.
“Oh my god Eoin, I’m coming!” she cried, her orgasm rolling through her. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she chanted.
Her pleasure was my undoing. My balls constricted and my whole body shuddered just before something like an electric current shot down my spine and I came so hard that I saw stars.
Literal fucking stars. When I came back down from the greatest high I’d ever felt, I heard Aoife laughing into the phone.
“You still there?”
“Yeah,” I croaked. “Holy shit.”
“I know. It’s never …”
“What?” I asked, pride egging me on. I had a sneaking suspicion what she was going to say because it had been like that for me too.
“I’ve never come that hard before.”
“Me neither,” I answered honestly.
“Shut up, you’re just saying that.”
“I promise you I’m not. That was … shit. Fucking epic, Aoife.”
“Yeah, it was, wasn’t it?” She chuckled.
“We are going to be so fucking good together, baby.”
“I like that, by the way.”
“What’s that?” I asked, wiping my hand on a towel from my earlier shower.
“That you call me baby. I like it,” she confessed.
I thought about it for a second. I’d never called a girl I was with anything but her name and I had no idea where it had come from. It had just slipped out, kind of how Aoife had just snuck up on me. Even though the endearment wasn’t something I’d consciously decided to use, I found myself smiling. “I like that you like it.”
“Oh shit, Colleen’s calling me to come downstairs,” she suddenly whispered. “I have to go.”
“Sweet dreams baby.”
“You too,” she said, blowing me a loud kiss just before hanging up.
I stared at myself in the mirror for a few moments, pondered the wide grin and happy eyes that stared back. Shit. I didn’t know how it had happened or why, but I was definitely falling for this girl.

USA TODAY bestselling author Rebecca Norinne writes contemporary romance featuring smart and sexy heroines and the men who adore them. When not writing, Rebecca is watching rugby, drinking craft beer, or traveling the globe in search of inspiration for her next story. Her favorite foods are popcorn, sushi, and French fries and she’s never met a Kelly Clarkson song she didn’t like. For more information, visit http://www.rebeccanorinne.com.

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Review – Thousands by Pepper Winters

August 13, 2017August 15, 2017Leave a comment

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Thousands by Pepper Winters

My rating: 6 of 5 stars

There is no GREATER HIGH than when I sink myself into a Pepper Winters story. Half of her words penetrate me like a knife, cutting into me deeply, twisting and turning around my heart, where I plummet through the dark. OH DO I LOVE THAT FALL! The other half shines through me like the sun, soaking me in warmth and light, where I feel as if I’m floating on air, everything so right. It’s this whirlwind of light mixed with dark that draws me into Pepper Winters’ creations, stories that strip me bare as they bare everything to me.

Here I sit days after reading, still STUNNED SPEECHLESS, still so very MOVED by Thousands, Pepper Winters’ latest story in the Dollar series. Thousands sank into my soul—my emotions on edge—as its pendulum-like push and pull SPELLBOUND ME. Words opened the floodgate of feels: POIGNANT … PASSIONATE … POWERFUL. These words penetrated me like rain and I wanted to feel every last drop.

Two hearts are broken, longing to be whole.
Two souls are dead apart but alive together.
Elder and Pim, fate finds them together again.

Now I understood the message. I was dead without her. I was alive with her.

Dark-haired, dark-eyed, and inked Elder is gorgeous. Hero and hunter. Angel and devil. Saint and sinner. PURE PERFECTION. Burned by a painful past with wounds that still resonate deeply, this beautiful man seeks salvation. I NEEDED HIM TO BE SAVED TOO. I LOVE ELDER, MY DARK HERO, SO MUCH!!!

I was nothing. I was no one.

My HEART BLED for Elder, this beautiful and broken man! Elder doesn’t want to love Pim when he can’t love himself, but the fuel of fate is too lethal to escape.

“You’ve emotionally crippled me, Pim. You’ve reached inside and wrapped around everything vital keeping me alive.”

These words PENETRATED ME. These words gripped my heart. These words soared straight to my soul.

Beautiful Pimlico ‘Pim’ has survived hell, battling the most evil of monsters. She is gaining strength, fighting back to reclaim part of who she was before her life ended. I LOVED this STRONG HEROINE, a WOMAN WARRIOR!!! From meek little mouse to roaring lion, it’s Pim’s turn to roar. I admired her courage and tenacity so much! She is sweetness and strength, a survivor.

Pim seeks to be the light in Elder’s dark world, the spark to his soul. THOUSANDS was a SPARK to my SOUL.

I no longer lived for me. I lived for him.
She wasn’t alive because of me. I was living because of her.

Elder and Pim’s chemistry is UNDENIABLE. One look is all it takes for their electricity to detonate. I felt it through the pages, this combustible chemistry that MELTED ME.

I launched myself at her. She didn’t run. She was weightless as I crushed her to me. She was eager as my mouth slammed on hers and every last thought exploded into nothingness.

The kiss speaks what words can’t. A kiss that is a fusion of soulmates. A kiss that is EVERYTHING.

“All things worth having are terrifying.”

“Then you must be the greatest thing on earth, Pimlico, because you f**king petrify me.”

These words are PURE POWER.
Power to break.
Power to bind.
Power to feel each one.

Oh did I FEEL!!! I FELT these words vibrate through me, GRIPPING and GUTTING ME, as they cast a spell on my soul that spun, soared, and shattered for Thousands The persistent push and pull…the fire and ice…the secrets and lies…SO INTENSE, so much that I FELT THIS STORY along with Pim and Elder. I FELT every heartbreak, every hope, every bit of happiness, and every bit of bleeding angst from these real-to-me characters. I FELT EVERYTHING!!!

That END?!? IT SHOCKED and SHATTERED ME!!! When you think you can’t wade into the pits of hell any deeper, Pepper Winters takes you there, thrusting you into despair where you can only pray for survival from the massacre on your heart and soul. A MASTERMIND of monster-mixed-with-hero stories, so FLAWLESSLY fused with dark and light, there is no better dark romance author than Pepper Winters. NO ONE. This Queen of Darkness is IT for ME!!! Thousands is a TOP 2017 book, a MUST-READ romance!!!

HEARTBREAKINGLY BEAUTIFUL and PASSIONATELY POIGNANT, Thousands hits the heart and slays the soul. From the moment I began Thousands, this soul-searing story both bared itself to me and STRIPPED ME BARE, stealing every smile and tear, entangling itself around every emotion. I knew this book would break me, and that it did. This book BROKE ME in the BEST WAY!!! I WAS RUINED!!! But oh was I IN LOVE!!! So much love!

I lived Thousands. I breathed Thousands. I was bound to Thousands. I became Thousands, a story worth billions in gold. THOUSANDS OWNED EVERY PART OF ME. I am still BREATHLESS, my heart beating for Thousands. Thousands thrust itself into my heart, both throbbing as one, and never let go. I still can’t let go.

This was pure love, and I sank to the bottom of it and didn’t care if I drowned.

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“Love had been stolen from me for reasons entirely my fault. But then a miracle happened, and Pim gave me something I thought was lost forever. She gave me a love I’d earned. Love that ruined me. Love that made me hopelessly hers…”

Once upon a time, I didn’t think I’d ever be normal.

Now, I’m talking and trusting, and it’s all thanks to Elder.

He gave me my life back, and I gave him my heart, but love stories like ours are never simple.

I did something to protect him.

He did something to survive me.

We screwed up.

And now, it’s no longer just about us.

It’s about safety, sanctuary, and sin.

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After chasing her dreams to become a full-time writer, Pepper has earned recognition with awards for best Dark Romance, best BDSM Series, and best Hero. She’s an multiple #1 iBooks bestseller, along with #1 in Erotic Romance, Romantic Suspense, Contemporary, and Erotica Thriller. With 19 books currently published, she has hit the bestseller charts twenty-six times in three years.

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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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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 – 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 – 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!!!

"I just want you to know I see you."

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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.

*Twisted Twosome is a stand alone romantic comedy.

“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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Review & Exclusive Excerpt – Elusive by L.A. Fiore

July 24, 20171 Comment

Elusive by L.A. Fiore

Earlier this year I read the works of a new to me author, her book blew me away and I cursed myself for not reading her books sooner. Since that point I’ve waited, not so patiently, for her next book. When L.A. Fiore revealed she was writing a book on Pirates, I was intrigued and also a little worried. I knew that there would be romance, but I imagined more along the lines of “fantasy”. What L.A. actually delivered in Elusive was a stunning, sensual story. A story that was SO REAL and blew all my expectations out the water. L.A. delivered a story so intense, so passionate, so EVERYTHING, that I fell deeply in love with it and never wanted it to end.

Noah & Willow are a phenomenal couple. From the very first time these two meet, an undeniable connection bursts from the pages. That connection builds hotter and hotter through every page. Individually Noah and Willow were complete opposites but fantastic leads in their own right. Both broken, yet both so strong. I loved Willow, she made me smile and believe and hope. Noah was just something else entirely. I mean, he’s BAD BOY, TO THE MAX! This dirty pirate was sexy, sinful, raw, gritty, passionate. An all round amazing alpha male, written to PER-FEC-TION.

Elusive is angsty and has a slooooow burn that I constantly seek in my books. The way the story unfolds and builds over so much time worked perfectly and built an insanely, vivid picture, so believable. Everything felt real and hit me deep.

LA, broke my heart with this book, she made my heart pound with this book. For every breath she stole, she breathed life back into me in stunning words and feelings. She made my soul shatter and yet, it was singing. LA’s words are brutal and breathtaking. They are also BEAUTIFUL. Every second spent reading this book was an escape. An adventure that I truly got lost in. LA writes like no other. Elusive is a book like no other. It’s a stand out read of 2017. A top favourite. A truly phenomenal read.

6 “sail away with me” stars.

I didn’t set out to be a pirate.

Life for me was about surviving the ugliness that people knew existed but didn’t talk about.

I lived in hell.

Then I saw her.

I knew I couldn’t keep her, but for just a little while I had found heaven.

Eight years later, I can’t get her out of my head.

It is a mistake sailing to her island.

It is a mistake reaching out to her.

She doesn’t recognize me. Or maybe she does.

Closure, it is all I’m after.

Then my past comes back to haunt me.

She’s thrust into my ruthless world. An angel.

A romantic who has a journal that leads to a shipwreck and a lost treasure.

She’s wants to find the ending to a love story that is over two hundred years in the making.

I want to help her find it.

I didn’t set out to be a pirate.

I didn’t set out to fall in love with an angel.

I did both anyway.

Elusive Excerpt

My eyes moved to his tattoo visible on his forearm. “It covers the scars.”

“Yeah.”

“Can I see?”

It was only the slightest hesitation before he worked the buttons and pulled his shirt off. The tribal design moved up his arm to his pec and around to his back. I had to look closely for the circular scars, one on his shoulder, two on his arm, one on his side, one near his collarbone and one dangerously close to his heart. It wasn’t a conscious thought when I pressed a kiss to each one. His muscles flexed under my touch then his body went very still.

I couldn’t hold back the tears when I looked up into his face. “You could have died.”

There was an intensity about him when he said, “You earned my admiration when you bought a pineapple for that little girl. You stole a little piece of my heart when you let me touch you that night on the ship and you got my respect putting yourself between my friends and a shark, but baby you just sealed your fate by kissing my scars.” He curled his spine to look me in the eyes. “You’re mine.”

He let those words linger before he started for the door, pulling his shirt on as he did. I called to him right before he walked out. “I know you’ve seen the worst in people, that your experiences have

hardened you, but there are good people in the world. You’re not so hardened though, because you carry around my necklace, you carry that stone. Showing me that, you sealed your fate too. I claim you

right back, but please don’t break my heart.”

He stopped for a second then disappeared, but I knew he had heard me.