Book Reviews, Contemporary Romance, Featured Author, Features

2019 Goals – Monthly Author Feature – Kandi Steiner

2019 Goals. A new month and another goal has been reached!

Yeah Me!

I like gold stars.

I won’t get long winded like last month, since hopefully you read last month’s spotlight and know what the stars are all about. If not, here is the link to last month. Feel free to read what the hoopla is all about along with the awesome author and book I chose to spotlight in January. 2019 Goals – Monthly Author Feature – L.J. Shen

Now—Welcome to February!!

February 2019 brought me Kandi Steiner – and What He Never Knew

I’ve been here before and I know how this ends. Another woman I can’t have. Another woman I can’t stop myself from wanting. This time, I’m staying away. And I’ll keep telling myself that until I believe it.

The Queen of angst strikes again with What He Never Knew!” — Dee Lagasse, author of Without Warning
“I’m a sucker for a forbidden romance and this one hit all the spots. I’m in love.” — Nana Malone, USA Today Bestselling Author
Kandi Steiner is the queen of crafting a difficult story into beautiful moments.” Read the rest of Kay’s Review: What He Never Knew

A standalone teacher/student romance in the What He Doesn’t Know series…

I never learn my lesson.

And I always want what I can’t have.

When Sarah Henderson walks into my life, I tell myself she’s off limits. She’s my student, sixteen years younger than me, and my boss’s niece. It doesn’t matter that I see the same pain reflected in her eyes that I have in my own, or that the dead organ better known as my heart kicks to life when she’s around.

I’ve been here before, and I know how this ends.

It’s been two years since I fell for the last woman I knew I couldn’t have, the one with the ring on her finger that I chose to ignore.

Two years of trying to overcome that heartache when Sarah slides into my life.

Another woman I can’t have. Another woman I can’t stop myself from wanting.

I never learn my lesson, but with a constant reminder of how that last forbidden love burned, I think I’ve finally learned this one.

This time, I won’t chase what’s off limits.

This time, I’m staying away.

And I’ll keep telling myself that until I believe it.

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About Kandi Steiner

Kandi Steiner

Kandi Steiner is a bestselling author and whiskey connoisseur living in Tampa, FL. Best known for writing “emotional rollercoaster” stories, she loves bringing flawed characters to life and writing about real, raw romance — in all its forms. No two Kandi Steiner books are the same, and if you’re a lover of angsty, emotional, and inspirational reads, she’s your gal.

An alumna of the University of Central Florida, Kandi graduated with a double major in Creative Writing and Advertising/PR with a minor in Women’s Studies. She started writing back in the 4th grade after reading the first Harry Potter installment. In 6th grade, she wrote and edited her own newspaper and distributed to her classmates. Eventually, the principal caught on and the newspaper was quickly halted, though Kandi tried fighting for her “freedom of press.” She took particular interest in writing romance after college, as she has always been a die hard hopeless romantic, and likes to highlight all the challenges of love as well as the triumphs.

When Kandi isn’t writing, you can find her reading books of all kinds, talking with her extremely vocal cat, and spending time with her friends and family. She enjoys live music, traveling, anything heavy in carbs, beach days, movie marathons, craft beer and sweet wine — not necessarily in that order.

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This may have been the third book in the What He Doesn’t Know series, but it can be read as a complete standalone. However, with that being said, now that I have read Kandi Steiner, I will definitely be adding more of her books to my TBR list because I absolutely love her writing and want to immerse myself more in her worlds.

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Release Day/New Release

New Release – The Holly Woods Files Mysteries by Emma Hart


Falling in love.

It can be murder.

The Holly Woods Files Mysteries, the romantic mystery series from New York Times bestselling author Emma Hart has a brand-new look and is now available in Kindle Unlimited!


When I returned to my hometown of Holly Woods to become a private investigator, there were some things I expected.

Like my crazy Italian grandmother trying to marry me off to any eligible man, her constant arguing with my mother, three protective brothers, and the best friend a girl could ask for.

There were also things I didn’t expect.

Nonna buying a parrot who swears and watches musicals.

The infuriatingly sexy Detective Drake Nash, my oldest brother’s best friend and my life-long nemesis.

And…a few too many dead bodies.

My name is Noelle Bond, and you might not be ready for this.

The Holly Woods Files Mysteries is classic Emma Hart romcom—with a deadly twist.

*The Holly Woods Files Mysteries series contains strong language and adult situations. It is not a cozy mystery.*


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Emma Hart is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of over thirty novels and has been translated into several different languages.

She is a mother, wife, lover of wine, Pink Goddess, and valiant rescuer of wild baby hedgehogs.

Emma prides herself on her realistic, snarky smut, with comebacks that would make a PMS-ing teenage girl proud.

Yes, really. She’s that sarcastic.


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Cover Reveal – The Boyfriend Experience by Carly Phillips and Erika Wilde

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The Boyfriend Experience, an all-new, sexy standalone from New York Times bestselling authors Carly Phillips and Erika Wilde, is coming March 19th and we have the sexy new cover!

The Boyfriend Experience Ebook

He’s the total package.

Except …

Eric Miller isn’t looking for a long term relationship. And he definitely isn’t thrilled when a friend signs him up for The Boyfriend Experience app behind his back. It’s not like he has a problem getting women on his own. But when he gets a notification that someone is in need of his . . . services, he’s intrigued enough to check out her profile and can’t resist the sexy, sassy little brunette who only wants him as a decoy for a family event.

Evie Bennett needs a boyfriend, stat. Someone who can accompany her to her family reunion so she doesn’t have to explain that she’s been recently dumped. Again. She’s perfectly happy being an independent woman, but what’s a girl to do when her new fake boyfriend starts to feel like the real deal?

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Meet Carly Phillips

Carly Phillips gives her readers Alphalicious heroes to swoon for and romance to set your heart on fire, and she loves everything about writing romance . She married her college sweetheart and lives in Purchase, NY along with her three crazy dogs: two wheaten terriers and a mutant Havanese, who are featured on her Facebook and Instagram. She has raised two incredible daughters who put up with having a mom as a romance author. Carly is the author of over fifty romances, and is a NY Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today Bestseller. She loves social media and interacting with her readers. Want to keep up with Carly? Sign up for her newsletter and receive TWO FREE books at

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Meet Erika Wilde

Erika Wilde is a New York Times Bestselling author. She is best known for her super sexy Marriage Diaries series and The Players Club Series, and has also co-written the Dirty Sexy Series and the Book Boyfriend Series with Carly Phillips, her best friend and writing buddy for the past twenty years. She lives in Oregon with her husband and two daughters, and when she’s not writing you can find her exploring the beautiful Pacific Northwest. For more information on her upcoming releases, please visit website at and sign up for her mailing list for updates and news!

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Release Day/New Release

New Release – Gone Missing by Jami Davenport

Not only are their lives in danger…so is his heart.
Gone Missing by Jami Davenport is available now!

With a missing father, a murderous brother, and a marriage of convenience, Becca Gatlinburg’s life is one hot mess…and it’s about to get hotter.

After overhearing her brother plotting a murder, Becca is desperate to find out the truth behind her family’s business dealings and her father’s disappearance. She makes a deal with the devil–a gorgeous, irreverent soldier turned PI. She’s in over her head and sinking fast.

The last thing Bronson Warner ever wanted was to be a groom. The second to the last thing he ever wanted was to be a dad. Through a weird twist of fate, he’s now both within the span of a few weeks. His solitary life has been turned upside down and stomped on by a wife who’s his exact opposite and teenagers who have their own tragic secret, and it’s his responsibility to keep them all safe.

As Bronson strives to protect his new family, he realizes not only are their lives in danger, but so is his heart.

About the Author:

USA Today Bestselling Author Jami Davenport writes sexy contemporary and sports romances, including her two new indie endeavors: the Game On in Seattle Series and the Madrona Island Series. Jami’s new releases consistently rank in the top fifty on the sports romance and sports genre lists on Amazon, and she has hit the Amazon top hundred authors list in both contemporary romance and genre fiction multiple times. Jami ranked Number Seven on Kobo’s Top Ten Most Completed Authors, an honor bestowed on the year’s “most engaging” authors based on an average page completion rate by their readers.
Jami lives on a small farm near Puget Sound with her Green Beret-turned-plumber husband, a Newfoundland cross with a tennis ball fetish, a prince disguised as an orange tabby cat, and an opinionated Hanoverian mare.
Jami works in IT for her day job and is a former high school business teacher. She’s a lifetime Seahawks and Mariners fan and is waiting for the day professional hockey comes to Seattle. An avid boater, Jami has spent countless hours in the San Juan Islands, a common setting in her books. In her opinion, it’s the most beautiful place on earth.

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Blog Tour – Irresistible by Melanie Harlow

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“Sexy, heartfelt–did I mention sexy? With the perfect touch of the forbidden, Melanie Harlow has outdone herself with single dad Mack and Frannie’s story!”

— Ilsa Madden-Mills, Wall Street Journal bestselling author

Irresistible, an all-new fun and swoony standalone from USA Today bestselling author Melanie Harlow, is available now!

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I’m a full-time single dad to three daughters and CFO at Cloverleigh Farms. I don’t have time to fall in love—I’m too busy trying to run a business, keep the red socks out of the white laundry, and get the damn pillowcases on without owing a dollar to the swear jar.

Sure, Frannie Sawyer is beautiful and sweet, but she’s twenty-seven, the boss’s daughter, and my new part-time nanny—which means she’s completely off-limits. It’s bad enough I can’t stop fantasizing about her, what kind of jerk would I be if I acted on the impulse to kiss her?

(Exactly the kind of jerk you’re thinking.)

Actually, I’m worse than that—because I didn’t stop with a kiss, and now I can’t stay away. She makes me feel like myself again. She reminds me what it’s like to want something just for me. She’s everything I ever needed, but nothing I ever imagined.

I’m a former Marine. I should have had the strength to resist her from the start.

But I didn’t. And now I have to choose between the life I want and the life she deserves.

Even if it means giving her up.

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I was holding my breath.

I wasn’t even sure why, but it was something about the way Mack was looking at me. And the tension in his body—the taut muscles in his neck. The grip of his fingers on the edge of the counter. The set of his jaw. It gave the impression of restraint. Like he was holding himself back.

Something unfamiliar hummed in the air between us. I could feel it—he wanted me the way I wanted him.

No wonder I couldn’t breathe.

Then he cleared his throat and turned away from me, cutting off the current. “Sure. Everybody needs to make mistakes now and then.”

I’d forgotten I’d even asked the question.

He turned the sink on, rinsed his dishes, and placed them in the dishwasher. I stood there staring at his muscular back, at the width of his shoulders, at the snug fit of his jeans on his butt. If I were his and he were mine, I’d go over and wrap my arms around his waist, press my cheek to his back. Then he’d turn around, winding his arms around me. He’d lower his lips to mine, and—

“I should get you home,” he said, interrupting my fantasy. “Want to grab your coat?”

“Sure.” But I didn’t really want to leave. I wanted to stay in this warm, chaotic house with him and the girls. Pretend I belonged here. Pretend I belonged to him.

About Melanie


Melanie Harlow likes her martinis dry, her heels high, and her history with the naughty bits left in. When she’s not writing or reading, she gets her kicks from TV series like VEEP, Game of Thrones, House of Cards, and Homeland. She occasionally runs three miles, but only so she can have more gin and steak.

Melanie is the author of the AFTER WE FALL series, the HAPPY CRAZY LOVE series, the FRENCHED series, and the sexy historical SPEAK EASY duet, set in the 1920s. She lifts her glass to romance readers and writers from her home near Detroit, MI, where she lives with her husband, two daughters, and pet rabbit.

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New Release – Baking with a Rockstar by Jasmin Miller

Title: Baking with a Rockstar
Series: Brooksville #1
Author: Jasmin Miller
Genre: Contemporary/New Adult Romance
Release Date: February 28, 2019


When a rockstar and a single mom become roommates, delicious sparks are bound to fly.

Rockstar Hudson Mitchell is over the glitz and spotlight of the music industry. Desperate for a break from the fast-paced life of fame, he retreats to the one place that has always been home.

Brooksville, California.

It’s the same place where Charlie has taken refuge, trying to build a life for herself and her young daughter. The quiet, small-town atmosphere and her new bakery venture are exactly what she needs to pick up the pieces of her shattered past.

As they spend more time together, neither of them is prepared for the effect Charlie has on Hudson, and how important she would become for his career.


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“Charlie, where do you want me next?” Hudson’s voice sounds from behind me, making me jump.
The hairs on the back of my neck rise at the sound of his rich voice—the deep timbre almost echoing across the room—as I spin around to face him. “Gosh, Hudson, can you please stop sneaking up on me like that?”
I slap his shoulder lightly, leaving a nice flour mark on his black T-shirt.
Good. Serves him right.
Today is our second day together at “work,” and I still have to get used to him being around. Thankfully, I barely saw him yesterday, since he was helping one of the contractors fix a few things outside the building while I hid in my office, hunched over a pile of papers to make sure everything’s going according to plan. I wonder if Hudson stayed away from me on purpose, giving me some time to get used to him. I’m almost certain he knows how easily some people get overwhelmed by his presence.
He grimaces, but the mischief is clearly displayed in the way his eyes sparkle. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to, but you were so absorbed in your work. There could be a meteor coming your way, and you wouldn’t know it until it hit you.”
Well, he’s got me there. When I focus on something, it’s easy for me to zone out. “Very funny.”
I glare at him playfully and study him for a moment, taking him in, from his black T-shirt all the way to his dark gray jeans that are paired with black boots. His whole outfit is covered in dust, dirt, and a few specks of paint. He looks every bit the busy worker bee he’s been, and since I’m not blind—and my hormones practically demand it—I have to admit, he couldn’t look sexier.


“Sweet, sexy and funny! This is a rockstar romance that had me SWOONING and LAUGHING!” – Heather, Book And A Blanket Blog

“If I could give this book more than five stars I would! SO MANY HAPPY TEARS. This story had my heart doing somersaults on repeat. Such a fun, sweet, and romantic story that just makes you feel so incredibly good and happy inside!” – Emily, Goodreads

“ADORABLE and funny and very sweet Baby-Baker-Rockstar-Small-Town-Romance!” – Bianca, BJ’s Book Blog

“This story was fun and an easy read with fun-loving characters. I instantly fell in love with Hudson and the immediate bond he had with Mira. The love story between Hudson and Charlie is beautiful and just about proves that good things happen to good people.” – Drippin_inmelanin, Goodreads

“Well butter my butt and call me a biscuit, this was so cute. If you’re looking for something light to read on a lazy afternoon, this is pretty perfect. It’s just a really great “make-you-feel-good” kind of book.” – Dylan, Goodreads


Jasmin Miller is a professional lover of books and cake (preferably together) as well as a fangirl extraordinaire. She loves to read and write kissing books and never misses a chance to swoon over characters. Originally from Germany, she now lives in the western US with her husband and three little humans that keep her busy day and night.


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Excerpt/Teaser Share, New Releases

Teaser – Stay by AJ Alexander

Against all odds, the dog walker gets the girl…
And you can read how in Stay by AJ Alexander … it’s coming your way March 7!



Against all odds, the dog walker gets the girl…

Never knowing if someone is genuinely interested in me or my family’s money keeps my guard up. So when he shows up, my instant hatred for his good looks and sexy smile is no surprise.
I soon discover that Cole isn’t who I think he is, but I’m afraid to lower my walls and let him in. After his relentless pursuing, I find myself being led down a path I never thought possible.

I never thought I deserved to have the white picket fence life – until her. The last thing I expect to find when I knock on my client’s door is the answer to my deepest desires.
One look and I know Addison is out of my league. That will not stop me from trying to make her mine… but my past might.

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AJ Alexander is a wannabe psychologist, writer, and author of the recently completed, SEAL’ed Series. AJ’s passion is writing angst filled happily ever afters that have to be earned by her characters. Women with no backbone need not apply. AJ uses sarcasm and an unlimited supply of song lyrics to bring her romance novels to life.

AJ lives in the angst capital of the world, Seattle Washington with her own personal knight in shining armour and her two beautiful girls.

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Book Reviews, Contemporary Romance, Release Day/New Release

New Release – Only Ever You by Siobhan Davis


He’s the hot-as-sin rocker hiding a secret that would devastate his fans. She’s the only girl he’s ever loved, but keeping her safe means he had to walk away…

Only Ever You, an all-new emotional, second chance standalone from USA Today bestselling author Siobhan Davis is available now!



My entire life is a lie, propelled by one wrong decision that altered my fate.

If fans knew the truth, they’d run away screaming. But all they see is Ryder Stone, moody guitarist and lead singer of Torment, and a potential notch on their bedpost.

Only two people know who I really am. My manager has a vested interest in keeping my secret, and the girl I was forced to leave behind doesn’t even know the true extent of my shame.

Losing Zeta is both my biggest regret and my proudest moment. But she was the glue keeping me together, and I’m struggling to survive without her. Especially when the demons from my past continue to haunt me and the threat of disclosure is ever present.

When she reappears in my life, this time, I’m too weak to push her away.

Her love has the power to save me.

Mine has the power to destroy her.


I’ve worked hard to forget my past. To rise above my messed-up childhood and make something of myself; however, there’s no forgetting him.

Ryder’s gorgeous face and drool-worthy body are plastered over tabloids and TV screens, reminding me I’m still in love with the boy who captured my heart in juvie.

When he failed me, I thought I’d never again experience such heart-crushing pain. But watching him fall out of clubs with a succession of different girls renews the agony, resurrecting countless unanswered questions.

Now my boss has sent me to interview him. It’s a massive scoop for the magazine, and turning it down would kill my career. So, I delude myself into thinking I can handle this.

Perhaps this is the closure I need to finally move on.

Except I’m terrified nothing has changed and one look into those soulful eyes will suck me in again.

Ryder almost destroyed me last time. This time, he could ruin me forever.


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USA Today bestselling author Siobhan Davis writes emotionally intense young adult and new adult romantic fiction with swoon-worthy romance, complex characters, and tons of unexpected plot twists and turns that will have you flipping the pages beyond bedtime! She is the author of the international bestselling Kennedy Boys, Saven, and True Calling series’.

Siobhan’s family will tell you she’s a little bit obsessive when it comes to reading and writing, and they aren’t wrong. She can rarely be found without her trusty Kindle, a paperback book, or her laptop somewhere close at hand.

Prior to becoming a full-time writer, Siobhan forged a successful corporate career in human resource management.

She resides in the Garden County of Ireland with her husband and two sons.

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Book Reviews, Contemporary Romance, RomCom

Review – Arrange Me by Katy Regnery

Arrange Me; The Arranged Duo #1 (Duet)
by Katy Regnery (Author)

This review is from: February 27, 2019 By Kay Daniels (Kindle Edition-Goodreads)
Heat Level:🔥🔥🔥

Arrange Me is pure perfection! Katy Regnery has arranged a fun, witty new romance that had me smiling through the entire book.

Courtney Salinger is tired of dating. She’s tired of flirting, no call-backs, getting dumped, the witty banter, getting ghosted, the entire scene in general. She is ready to settle down and she is ready to settle down now. The one tiny problem with settling down now is she doesn’t have someone special to settle down with.

Okay, that might be a big problem.

That is until she finds out about Arrange The idea seems so simple. Enter your information, get matched to your soulmate and meet your soulmate on your wedding day. Easy peasy. No dating, no mess, just wedded bliss.

Everything should be great. Everything should go as planned. That is until Josh-the-charming-bartender-Dalton asks Courtney on a date. Well, not really a date because she isn’t dating and Josh doesn’t date people from the bar where he works so perhaps their friendship could work. Their non-date really isn’t an issue they are just two friends who happen to like plays and occasionally holding hands.

So what’s the harm in asking that same friend, who just so happens to be good looking, like really good looking, especially in a tux, to a wedding where Courtney doesn’t want to be set up by her mother again, because she isn’t dating. Josh makes that decision easy. She is just bringing a friend. A very good looking friend.

Why doesn’t it work that Josh can’t be on the same timeline as Courtney who wants to be married now and even though Josh wants to be married….someday…it isn’t now. Josh wants more, but Courtney wants forever.

What do you do when the person you want wants something else, but the end destination is ultimately the same?

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Cover Reveal, New Releases

Cover Reveal – Blackout: A Romance Anthology

BLACKOUT: A Romance Anthology IS COMING ON APRIL 2nd!
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What happens when the lights go out in the city that never sleeps?
Games of chance, unexpected situations, and hours of sin!
Thirteen bestselling and award-winning authors are turning up the heat in an anthology featuring brand-new show-stopping stories set in Las Vegas. Roll the dice and get ready to feel the heat!

Night Games by T.K. Leigh:
Note to self: Never agree to play an innocent dice game during a blackout in Vegas. I should have known it wouldn’t remain innocent, not in the city of sin.

Night & Day by Bethany Lopez:
One explosive weekend together nearly ruined them. But, there’s no way Simone and Micah can ignore their chemistry when they’re alone in the dark.

Close Encounter by Stephanie St. Klaire:
The day started with a quick screw, a couple of quirky two-bit cons and ended with a diabolical serial killer. What do you do when the lights go out? Run.

Absolutely Mine by Terri E. Laine:
I made a promise to stay away from my best friend’s little sister. But it’s Vegas and that’s one promise I’m probably going to break.

Honeymoon Hideaway by Cary Hart:
What’s worse than being locked in room with a vibrating bed and your sworn enemy? Waking up next to him… naked! Did I mention he’s also my boss? Oops.

The Do-Over by Christi Barth:
The best way to move on after being dumped? A hot fling. An even better way? Revenge sex and the chance to turn the tables on the guy who dumped you…

Just Us by J.H. Croix:
Ellie asks me to promise her one thing. We can’t tell her brother about us. Small problem though. One night will never be enough.

Dirty Thoughts by C.A. Harms:
He was the crush I never thought I’d see again. Yet here we were in Vegas, during a total blackout. I figure why not explore all the possibilities, or more like let him explore me?

Hard Luck by K.A. Ware:
Ellis James is my kryptonite, the only person who could drag me back to Vegas after I promised myself I was done with that life. I’d bleed for her, I’d die for her, but can I save her?

Becoming His by K.I. Lynn:
When I slammed into Hollywood heartthrob Reid Gallagher, I never imagined it would turn into a first date I’d never forget. After all, what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas…right?

Going Down by Lisa Shelby:
She’s the only person I’ve ever loved and I’m the last person she wants to see. She’d hoped to avoid me as much as possible in Vegas, but when we get stuck alone in an elevator, not even she can deny that our chemistry still runs hot.

Blind Faith by Lauren Runow:
I never expected to be locked out of my room basically naked in a total blackout. Thinking that would be the biggest shock of my night was my first mistake.

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Cover Reveal – Should’ve Been Us by Jess Bryant

Title: Should’ve Been Us
Author: Jess Bryant
Publisher: Blue Lemon Press
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Cover Design: Amanda Walker PA & Design Services
Release Date: March 20, 2019


It’s a destination wedding, Fate, Texas style, and the thermostat isn’t the only thing about to hit its boiling point.

Lulu Nichols has lost the love of her life.

Her best friend, Derek, proposed to someone else. He’s marrying someone else. And oblivious to her feelings, he’s asked her to play best man at his wedding. She can’t say no, not without admitting her secret and ruining everything, so she pastes on a smile and heads to Mexico to watch the man of her dreams get his happily ever after, even if it isn’t with her.

Connor Shaw is finally ready to claim the love of his life.

He wants Lulu. He’s always wanted her. Even though she’s slightly crazy and seriously delusional about her relationship with Derek. Connor is the one that brings out her fire and matches it with his own. He’s the one that drives her just as crazy as she drives him and it’s way past time for her to admit that all their fighting is really just foreplay.

Together they’re like gasoline and a match; a powder keg destined to blow, but oh how satisfying an explosion it will be.

But is their spark the kind that burns fast and then out? Is the heat going to Lulu’s head or is there more to Connor than she’s ever realized? Could they possibly be meant for forever or are they destined to always be a should’ve been?



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“You should probably slow down there, dollface.” A deep voice slid over her, down her spine and made her shudder. With revulsion, she told herself. It was definitely revulsion. “Wouldn’t want to get drunk and admit you’re in love with the groom, would ya?”
The taunt sent a red-hot surge of anger boiling beneath her skin, turning her cheeks pink and the ice in her veins to lava as she spun to face the man intruding on her pity party. She felt a little light headed when she noticed how close he was standing but she attributed that to the alcohol in her bloodstream. It only pissed her off more that it proved he was right. She needed to slow down on the drinks or risk making a scene before the bridal party even arrived.
God, she hated when he was right.
Connor Shaw was a stupid, know-it-all bastard. He always had some smartass remark for her. Always. He’d been Derek’s sidekick since the sandbox days but Lulu did not consider him a friend. He was more of a nuisance, an ache in her head that never quite went away. Case in point, he was here now, standing far too close to her, wearing some sort of cologne that invaded her personal space and made her stomach twist, and looking smug as hell because he knew, knew, that every woman in the room was looking at him now that he had her attention.
She hated him. Despised him even. But she couldn’t blame the women in the room for staring.
He looked like an angel, all golden and gorgeous and he had an obnoxious habit of always managing to stand directly in the path of the sun. Even now, in the low light of evening, a spotlight of glowing orange beamed through the windows above, highlighting his dark blonde hair and making it look as if he were wearing a halo. Sometimes it seemed like the sun literally revolved around him.
It was annoying as hell.
So was that knowing twinkle in his dazzling blue eyes. Because he wasn’t just ridiculously good looking, he also knew he was ridiculously good looking which made him just about the biggest kind of asshole on the planet in her estimation. He knew the effect he had on 99% of women and the fact that she fell into the 1% that didn’t go ga-ga over him seemed to give him some weird sort of enjoyment, which only made him more infuriating.
“I mean, unless that’s your plan.” He leaned an elbow against the bar beside her, edging even closer so that she had to force herself not to pull away, to put more space between them, because she knew he’d take her retreat as a win in their never-ending game of dare. “Liquid courage?”
“Go away, Shaw.”
His head tilted slightly as if he’d expected a different response, “Drowning your sorrows then? Have you finally admitted to yourself that you and Dare were never meant to be?”
Her jaw clenched because, as per usual, his assumption hit far too close to home. She attributed Connor knowing so much about her to the fact that they’d grown up together. He’d always been there, on the edges of her friendship with Derek, watching. Judging. He saw parts of her that she’d thought were well hidden from everyone, even Derek, especially Derek, but somehow Connor had seen her infatuation with their friend and he seemed to take absolute joy in calling her out on the stupidity of it.
“I said, go away.” She slipped her hand around the glass in front of her without looking at him but a big, warm, roughly masculine hand closed over hers, stopping her short.
Her breath caught at the contact and she silently cursed herself for the physical reaction. It had been too long since anyone touched her. Anyone. It didn’t have anything to do with this man no matter how gorgeous he was. It was the alcohol and the moroseness that had overtaken her at the thought of Derek getting married.
Derek. Married. To someone else.
Her blood chilled and she pulled her hand away from Connor, carefully, so as not to spill the liquid in her glass. She glared at him when he frowned and his eyebrows drew together. He was looking at her strangely, in a way she couldn’t place and she glanced away before he saw something else she didn’t want him to see.
“Just… slow down on the drinks, okay doll?”
“Don’t call me that.” She instantly flinched.
“Tell me you’ll slow down, at least until dinner is served and you put some food in your system and I won’t call you that again.” His blue eyes were serious and she felt something inside of her begin to splinter.
Was he actually trying to take care of her? This man that taunted her constantly? That set her every nerve ending on edge? Was he trying to make nice for once? Because he knew this must be hard on her?
She nodded, “Okay.”
He gave her a small, cautious smile, “Okay.”
“Okay.” She tipped her drink at him.
“Okay.” He said again and she rolled her eyes because she knew he’d do this all night if she let him get away with it.
“You can go now.” She shooed him away, “Go find someone else to play your mind games with, Shaw.”
“But playing with you is so much fun.”
She groaned, “If you stick around, I’m definitely going to need another drink.”


Jess Bryant is an avid indoorswoman. A city girl trapped in a country girl’s life, her heart resides in Dallas but her soul and roots are in small town Oklahoma. She enjoys manicures, the color pink, and her completely impractical for country life stilettos. She believes that hair color is a legitimate form of therapy, as is reading and writing romance. She started writing as a little girl but her life changed forever when she stole a book from her aunt’s Harlequin collection and she’s been creating love stories with happily ever afters ever since.

Jess holds a degree in Public Relations from the University of Oklahoma and is a lifetime supporter of her school and athletic teams. And why not? They have a ton of National Championships! She may be a girlie girl but she knows her sports stats and isn’t afraid to tell you that your school isn’t as cool as hers… or that your sports romance got it all wrong.

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New Release – King’s Men by Lana Sky

Title: King’s Men
Series: Savage Fall Duet #1
Author: Lana Sky
Genre: Dark Romantic Suspense
Release Date: February 27, 2019


The more treacherous the lie…

Ten years ago, Snowy Hollings did the unthinkable: she betrayed the love of her life.

Now, when her family’s fortune is decimated overnight, the popular socialite is in for a rude awakening: you reap what you sow.

…the harder the fall.

Mysterious newcomer Blake Lorenz despises everything that Snowy Hollings stands for–and he’s determined to destroy her piece by piece.

When all is said and done, this ruthless corporate king will stop at nothing to torment the redheaded beauty.

She had it coming, after all.

And, when he’s through, she’ll be lucky if there’s anything left to ever make whole again.


This story contains dark, disturbing subject matter not suitable for those under 18 years of age, including mentions of rape, child abuse and eating disorders.



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Lana Sky is a quirky writer from the US who dabbles in dark, paranormal and contemporary romance. Her stories aren’t always typical, but contain a little something for everyone.


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New Release – The Protector: MAC by Lisa B. Kamps

He’s going to fall hard for love…
MAC by Lisa B. Kamps is available now!

The men never back down to danger, but always fall hard for love in the Cover Six Security series by USA Today Bestselling Author Lisa B. Kamps.

Gordon “Mac” MacGregor swore an oath to protect and defend–an oath he continues to uphold as a former Army Ranger. Now he specializes in dark ops private security with Cover Six Security where danger is a still constant companion–and one of the few things that make him feel alive. But he doesn’t expect that danger to come in the form of the Tabitha “TR” Meyers, the only woman who sees him for who he truly is–and the only woman he’s ever sworn off.

TR rarely abides by the rules, not when there’s something she needs. And right now, she needs Mac. She enlists his help for one night, thinking she can simply walk away when it’s over. But that one night is just the beginning, thrusting both of them into a dangerous web of scandal and cover-up with roots that run deeper than either of them expects.

When TR becomes an unwitting pawn in a game of deception and revenge, Mac will do anything to protect her–even if it means risking his own heart.

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About the Author:

Lisa B. Kamps is a USA Today Bestselling Author who loves cheering loudly for her favorite hockey team, the Washington Capitals. She came about the fandom honestly as she lives in Maryland with her husband and two sons (who are mostly sorta-kinda out of the house), one very spoiled Border Collie, two cats with major attitude, several head of cattle, and entirely too many chickens to count.
While Lisa writes a lot of hockey – one such series, The Baltimore Banners, features “…hard-hitting, heart-melting hockey players…” [USA Today], on and off the ice – she also delves deep *ahem* into the heat with a series of hot and heroic firefighters who put more than their lives on the line in the Firehouse Fourteen series. She’s recently introduced a whole new team of hot hockey players who play hard and love even harder in her Banners’ spin-off series, The York Bombers. The Chesapeake Blades–a romance series featuring women’s hockey–also recently launched with WINNING HARD. Her newest series, Cover Six Security, is launching now!
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New Release – Would Be King by Kim Karr

I dare him not to fall in love with me…
Would Be King by Kim Karr is available now!

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A dare turns into so much more…

All I want to do is get to work on time.
But a Prince Harry look-a-like is trying to steal my cab,
And I’ll fight for it to the bitter end.

In the midst of our verbal battle,
I discover I lost my wallet.
So I bargain—a free ride for a kiss.

What starts out as innocent quickly steams up the windows.
His lips are soft, and when he tugs me closer,
I press my entire body against his hard muscles, and practically strip him from his expensive suit.
This is the best taxi ride of my life.
Until it ends just as quickly as it began.
Embarrassed over my behavior, I rush out without so much as a goodbye.

But fate, that bitch,
Has us pounding on the same locked door.
Already knowing I’m going to be fired,
I curse my new boss and his new rules.
The hot suit laughs, and dares me to tell my new boss what a dick he’s being.
With nothing to lose, I accept.

Never in a million years could I have imagined he is my new boss.
And totally off-limits.
Dating him is against the rules.
His rules.
He doesn’t seem to care.
Until I dare him not to fall in love with me.

Even then he says that’s easy.
That the only four-letter word he lives by is duty.
But this would-be-king is about to fall hard…for a commoner.


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Reader * Chocolate Lover * Writer * Coffee Lover * Romantic * Beach Lover * Yoga Beginner

Kim Karr is a New York Times & USA Today bestselling author of eighteen novels. Best known for writing sexy contemporary love stories, she enjoys bringing flawed characters to life and creating romances that are page worthy. Her stories are raw, real, and explosive. Her characters will make you laugh, make you cry, make you feel. And her happily-ever-afters are always swoon worthy. From the brooding rock star to the arrogant millionaire to the Football Player. From the witty damsel-in-distress to the sassy high-powered businesswoman to the boutique owner. No two storylines are ever alike. If Kim’s not writing, you can find her wandering through antique stores with her husband, trying out new fitness classes with her sons, venturing out to new coffee shops with her daughter, or with her nose stuck in a book.

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Excerpt Reveal – The Dissolution of Unrequited by Len Webster

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Atomic number: 102
Number of chemical element: Nobelium
Symbol: No

Every concept has a state of dissolution … even between best friends.

The theory: To find herself and pursue her dreams of completing her Ph.D.
The solution: Walk away from the love that hurt her the most, and put herself first.
The results: A life changing choice between her heart and her future.
The dissolution: … of unrequited as AJ and Evan know it.


We tried.
No one could ever say we didn’t try.
Because we did.
And sometimes, like aspects and moments in life, we failed.
Not every relationship ends the way it should, and not every relationship lives up to the expectations set by others.
And some relationships, well, some relationships never flourish.
How I ended up here, in this moment, is a long story.
Quite like the story of Evan and me.
It took us many years to get to here.
To get us staring at each other.
Me on one end of the room and him on the other.
Eyes are on us, and a silent conversation occurs between us.
Questions that haven’t met the surface.
Questions that might take forever to answer.
But, today, only one question really matters.
A question for him.
And a question for me.
We took the long way with life.
And like life’s many stories, it’s time ours ended.

About Len

Len Webster is a romance-loving Melburnian with dreams of finding her version of ‘The One.’ But until that moment happens, she writes. Having just graduated with her BBusCom from Monash University, Len is now busy writing her next romance about how a boy met a girl, and how they fell completely and hopelessly in love.

She is also not a certified explorer, but she’s working on it.

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New Release – Brothers in Arms by Penny Dee

Title: Brothers in Arms
Series: Kings of Mayhem #2
Author: Penny Dee
Genre: MC Romance/Contemporary Romance
Release Date: February 26, 2019


Someone is going to pay.
But who?

They took someone from me.
And I’m going to make them pay.
In blood.
But before I can do that, I have to make sure my girl is safe.
And I will do whatever I have to, even break my own heart, to make sure she survives.
Because she is my queen.
My everything.

He’s changed.
His grief is overwhelming and I can feel the gap widening between us.
Someone is coming after the Kings of Mayhem MC.
And we are trapped as they play out their evil scheme.
Because under the cover of darkness, they are coming for each of us, one by one, to play out their own twisted vendetta.
And no one is safe.



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When I opened my eyes, the door to the bathroom opened and Cade stepped in, his face and hair soaked with rain.
I watched him pull his shirt over his head, remove his boots, and the rest of his clothes. When he was completely naked, he stepped into the shower, and without a word, took me in his arms and pressed his mouth to mine. My body immediately responded and I melted against him, seeking comfort and pleasure in his hard body as it commanded me backwards until my back was against the wet, tiled wall. His big hands moved up to my face while his mouth moved fiercely over mine until his kiss left me breathless.
But his kiss petered out as his emotion overtook him. I looked up into his tormented face. Pain and grief were like shadows in his eyes. His face was stiff and I could feel his heartbreak radiating from him with every beat of his heart. He dropped his forehead to mine.
“I don’t know how to do this,” he said, his voice deep and strong, but at the same time, pained and heartbroken.
“It’s going to be okay,” I whispered.
He drew in a deep breath, his hooded eyes fixed to mine. “I don’t know what I would do if I lost you . . .” His voice broke and his thumbs found the slick skin of my lower lip, his eyes intensely focused on it. I had only seen Cade cry once. When he was eighteen and he’d ridden all the way to Seattle to beg me to come back to him after we had broken up. Otherwise, he was fiercely stoic. But now, standing in the steam, he was barely in control.
“I’m not going anywhere,” I replied.
His anguish was deep. I watched him squeeze his eyes shut and felt the slow exhale of breath as he opened them again. Droplets of water fell in rivulets down his beautiful face and dripped onto his parted lips.
His brows drew together.
“It hurts,” he whispered.
I nodded. “I know.”
He tried to kiss me but his lips trembled against mine and he pulled away. He slapped his palms against the tiled wall and took a moment. Water poured over his head and down his broad, muscular back. His face crumpled and he slowly sank to his knees, burying his face in my stomach.


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Penny Dee writes contemporary romance about rockstars, bikers, hockey players and everyone in-between. She believes true love never runs smoothly, and her characters realize this too, with a boatload of drama and a whole lot of steam.

She found her happily ever after in Australia where she lives with her husband, daughter and a dog named Bindi.


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New Release – My Favorite Cowboy by Donna Grant

We are beyond excited to be celebrating the release of Donna Grant’s MY FAVORITE COWBOY with you today! MY FAVORITE COWBOY is the third book in Donna’s Heart of Texas series and it is available now. Links to purchase your copy can be found below.


New York Times bestselling author Donna Grant rounds up the hottest cowboys in Texas in her latest novel of no-holds-barred passion.

Audrey Martinez is a veterinarian who has devoted her whole life to the care and protection of horses—even if doing so leaves her little time for meeting a man. Who would have thought that a strange case of criminal horseplay would lead her to falling deeply, wildly in love? If only the man who makes her heart race faster than a wild mustang would let his guard down, that is. . .

Caleb Harper is no ordinary cowboy. Sure, he wears his hat, boots, and jeans like a second skin, and displays an easygoing charm that comes from years of working on the ranch. But with his military background, and Army buddies at his side, he is tried-and-true Texas tough. Audrey knows she can trust a man like Caleb to help her save horses. But can Caleb trust himself to resist his attraction to Audrey—or will the sparks of their desire end up getting them burned?

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New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Donna Grant has been praised for her “totally addictive” and “unique and sensual” stories. Her latest acclaimed series, Dark Kings, features a thrilling combination of dragons, Fae, and immortal Highlanders who are dark, dangerous, and irresistible. She lives with her two children and an assortment of animals in Texas.

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New Release – Pranked by Love by Sunniva Dee

Title: Pranked by Love
Series: #LovePranks #2
Author: Sunniva Dee
Genre: Romantic Comedy
Release Date: February 26, 2019


Two households, both alike in dignity… hit a serious snag in their ongoing prank war last semester.
The Blossoms of #246 and the Dudes of #247 each lost a member to flippin’ Love. (Insert eye-roll here.)

The lovebirds/turncoats now plan to move out of their houses and in with each other. But true prankster talents like Kitty are few and far between, so the remaining Blossoms are going to make damn sure there’s no shacking up before Kitty has the perfect replacement for herself.

The Blossoms and the Dudes agree on very little, but everyone agrees on this: there can be no more pranks-turned-lovers between the two arch-fratenemy houses.
Yep, everyone agrees.
Almost everyone.


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K-Pop opens the door, candy eyes as bright as ever and flawless features drawn up in a mischievous smile. He’s wearing rabbit ears, but I know better than to ask. They’re of the kind that are stuck to a hood so that his whole head is covered in fake grey fur. The ears are long and soft-looking with pink centers. I want to pet him.
“My, my, my,” he mimics every Dude ever opening the door for a Blossom. “What have we here? Picasso come here and see what we have here. It’s the Blossom who wants to suck you off!”
“How about you shut your face?” I ask sweetly. The last time I was here, I magically avoided the Pirate Punch. The Dude Den’s most infamous concoction consists of every type of alcohol available. That and jam. Any jam. Unfortunately, even though I avoided it, I was still lit by the time I ended up in his room.
“Saki is here to lick your prick!” K-Pop hollers.
“Oh my God, you’re so stupid,” I say. “Where is he?”
One thing never fails in 247: every Dude that’s not the one you ask for will appear in the doorway. Guns is wearing a Viking helmet. Lucian pokes his head out behind him with wet hair and a comb sticking straight up from it. “Hey, Blossom. What’s up?”
“She’s here to—”
“Long Dick, if you don’t shut your trap, I’ll pour all this paint down your throat.” I hold up the goddamn ochre. “You know what? I’m too busy for this. I’m going to just leave the paint here and get going.”
“That wasn’t the deal, I believe.”
I scrunch my eyes shut and open them slowly at the melodious, too intimate voice. Finding a pair of stunning grey eyes above me, I straighten and give Picasso the stare-down he deserves.
“I’m not as anal as you, so sorry for forgetting the exact manner in which I am to return the ochre. Let’s see.” I pucker my mouth like I’m thinking. I’m not gonna lie and say I don’t enjoy it when his gaze sinks to watch my lips. “Nope, I’ve got nothing. Unless you wanted me to pour it right on your precious painting myself?”
He lets out a small snort and hooks his finger for me to follow him. I’m not too chicken to obey. And up the stairs of the Dude mansion we go… sober.


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Sunniva Dee is an Amazon top 100 bestselling author with an eclectic taste in books. Born and raised in Norway, Sunniva lived in the United States for 17 years before returning to the mothership. She currently dwells at the midst of a glittering Nordic winter, where she sucks inspiration from trolls and barn gnomes and cold little mermaids popping their heads out of the fjords. Oh, and Spotify. Always Spotify.

Sunniva dabbles in literary romance, romantic comedy, contemporary romance, young adult fiction, new adult fiction, dark romance, and paranormal. Unlike some authors, she was not raised by fairies, and unlike others, she’s not also a musician. But she boasts a ridiculous sense of humor and an obsession with furry mammals, both evident in the #1 bestseller, the rom-com Love by Pranks. She’s currently finishing up book 2 in the #LovePranks series, Pranked by Love, which releases February 26th.



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New Release – Dixon by Kris Micheals


Kings of the Guardian Book 12

Kris Michaels

Release Date: February 26, 2019

Alone, isolated from the vast resources of Guardian, Dixon Simmons reentered a world that had left him impossibly damaged as a child. He stepped back into that evil by choice. To protect all he’d come to love, he was willing to pay whatever price was demanded—even if the price was his soul.

She went by many names. Her true identity was as dead as her heart. Until him. The man was every bit as lethal as she was and deliciously sexy. Dixon Simmons piqued her interest, and what started as lust turned into another “L” word. She gave a “forever after” with him no hope. They’d have to stay alive for that to happen.

Caught in a violent abyss of ultimate malevolence and ominous threats, two damned souls find in each other a redemptive love that defies reason. However, redemption comes at a high cost. They must first save the world from a merciless force known only as Stratus.


About the Author:

USA Today and Amazon Bestselling Author, Kris Michaels is the alter ego of a happily married wife and mother. She writes romance, usually with characters from military and law enforcement backgrounds.

Kris was born and raised in South Dakota. She graduated many years ago from a high school class consisting of 13 students (yes that is thirteen, eleven girls and two boys… lucky boys). She joined the military, met her husband, and traveled the world. Today she lives on the Gulf Coast and writes full time.

Kris is an avid people watcher and dreamer. The stories she writes are crafted around the hopes and dreams of a true romantic. She believes love is essential, people are beautiful, and everyone deserves a happy ending.

When she isn’t writing Kris enjoys a full life revolving around family, friends, laughing, whiskey, and cold red wine. (Yes cold… don’t judge.)

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Cover Reveal – Please Me by Lola StVil

Title: Please Me
Series: Dirty Ever After #2
Author: Lola StVil
Genre: Dark Alpha Standalone
Cover Design: Maialen Alonso
Release Date: March 1, 2019


I was a soldier on leave when we meet at a bar, and I rescued her from some asshole who tried to grab her. She shouldn’t have been there—she was just 19. She was innocent. She was running away from a drunken father and a house that never felt like a home. She wanted me to claim her but she was more than a one-night stand to me. So I vowed to do right by her. I waited for her and then I proposed. My unit was called back before I could truly make her mine. It’s been a year since I felt her touch. But now I’m back and I have only one mission: Make my wife come hard and as often as possible.


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I am sitting at the bar drinking a slightly too warm bottle of beer. Even though the beer isn’t ice cold, it tastes like perfection. Being out in the middle of nowhere on a special ops assignment will definitely make you appreciate the little things in life. Even when they’re not as good as you remember them to be.
It’s kind of like Mission Beach. In my head, I remembered it differently than what it actually is. I remembered it as home, not real home, but somewhere I had happy memories. My mom used to bring me here every summer for a week, and some of my happiest memories were here. But can a place be home when you’re there all alone? Can it be home for Mac Kramer when no one here even knows his name?
Maybe not. The place is like a breeding ground for surfers, tourists, and students. I reckon I’ll be leaving here pretty soon even if I’m not called back to active duty before my time in the military is up.
I sigh loudly and turn on my barstool and scan the crowd. I hear a musical laugh, and my eyes are instantly drawn to the owner of that laugh. My cock stiffens in my jeans just looking at her. If all of the girls in Mission Beach were like her, I’d never ever want to leave the place. She has long blonde hair that hangs down her back in beach-ready waves. Sun-bleached streaks shine in the light. She’s clearly into surfing, judging by the short shorts and vest top she wears and the way the muscles in her fucking awesome legs are so toned. Her whole body is tanned, and I wonder where the tan lines are.
It’s not something to wonder in a public place because I instantly see myself tearing off that little top and throwing it away, taking in her breasts and pink nipples. I see myself pushing her shorts down and fucking her until she’s screaming my name. My cock gets harder, reminding me I’m in the middle of a bar. I pull at my shirt, covering my lap with it.
The girl looks across the room, and for a second, our eyes meet. I feel a jolt of lust run through me as I look into her eyes. They are the blue of tropical seas, and they have a certain twinkle in them that tells me she’s a little bit naughty. I bet she fucking is. And if she isn’t, I could soon show her exactly how to break the rules.
She smiles at me, and I nod in her direction, forcing my eyes from her body. Now she’s seen me looking at her, I can’t get caught again. She’ll think I’m some sort of pervert. For her, I could be. I could be anything she wanted me to be and then some.
I try to tell myself it’s because I haven’t had a woman in the eight months I’ve been away, but I know it’s not that. There’s something about the girl. Something mesmerizing. Something that tells me she’s exactly what I need to get myself out of this funk and give my life some sort of purpose outside of the military.
I signed up to the military on my eighteenth birthday. Anything to get out of that foster home. My mom raised me alone until I was fifteen and the big C took her. And then I went into the system. I ended up being placed with a family fairly quickly, and I stayed there until I was old enough to leave. It wasn’t that they were mean or abusive. They were the opposite. Warm and kind. They made me feel welcome, loved even, and I am so grateful to them for that. But it was hard to stay there and not love them back. And anytime I felt the slightest hint of love for them, I felt such terrible guilt. My mom was gone, and here I was moving on. Yeah, I know it’s crazy and not what my mom would have wanted, but I couldn’t help feeling it. Maybe I should have had therapy. I definitely should have had therapy.
My eyes go back to Blondie, and I reckon those long legs of hers wrapped tightly around my waist while I claim her pussy would be all the therapy I’d need. She’d sure as hell make me forget everything except her slender body and pert breasts. I’d be willing to bet that her pussy would be tight enough to squeeze my cock to within an inch of its life.
She’s turned away from me now, and I watch her for a minute longer. She’s sitting at a small table tucked away in the back of the bar. She should be on the fucking stage, not hiding herself away like that. She seems to be alone, the girl she was laughing with a moment ago gone. She runs her hand through her hair, pushing it back from her face. I feel another twitch from my cock. I want my hands in her hair. I want to grab handfuls of it, pull it, force her to her knees where she’ll suck me dry. And then I want to ruin her. To fuck her so hard and for so long she won’t know which way is up when I’m done with her.
I debate going over there and asking to join her. I mean why not, right? She’s alone, I’m alone. We could share a drink or two, maybe a laugh, and then I could take her home and show her what that body of hers can really do.
Just as I’m getting off my stool, a man approaches her and sits down at her table. He shrugs apologetically, and she laughs. Fucking bastard. I don’t know where he’s been or why, but he left her sitting alone for far too fucking long. If I had been with her, whatever the fuck it was he was doing could have waited. She would have been more important than going to the bathroom or taking a call.
The level of animosity I feel toward the man is nothing compared to the sharp, icy fingers of jealousy that stab at me as I watch him reach out and touch her arm as they talk. How the fuck can I be jealous of someone I’ve never even spoke to? I don’t know, but I am.
I turn back to the bar. I don’t need to watch this any longer. I release my grip on my bottle when I realize I’m holding it tightly enough that it’s about to shatter in my hand. I down the rest of the beer and wave to the bartender for another one.
He obliges, and I thank him and take a long drink. This one is icy cold, much better than the first one, and I would be wholly satisfied now if it wasn’t for the fact I can hear her laughing. The bastard is making her laugh. It should be me. Is it her boyfriend? Husband? Just someone who took a chance on talking to a beautiful woman quicker than I did?
Whatever he is, the thought of him going home with her, holding her, kissing her, and touching her pussy fills me with rage. I want to claim that sexy mouth as mine. I want to be the one to make her come as I claim her pussy. I want to hear her screaming my name. It should be me, not that fucking Joe Nobody.
As much as I tell myself to let it go, I can’t do it and I find myself turning again, almost subconsciously. I feel a cold, empty feeling in my stomach when I look to her table and she’s gone. She’s gone home with the loser. He’s getting to be with her, and I’m stuck here in a bar alone.
I hear her laugh again and the hole is instantly filled, my heart soaring. I follow the sound with my eyes. She’s on the dance floor with the loser, who has two left feet. He scores higher than I do in that category though. There’s no way in hell I would dance in public. Oh, who am I kidding? If she asked me to, I’d be up there like a shot.
Watching her dance is like slow, agonizing torture for me. She sways her hips, showing off her pert ass. She puts her arms in the air and her vest top rides up just enough to show me a flash of her smooth back before it settles back down. I swallow hard, watching her as she turns and sways and moves to the beat.
The man reaches out and puts his hand on her hip. She twists her body away from him, shrugging off his hand without being completely obvious about it. This gets my attention. He’s not her husband or her boyfriend. His touch is making her uncomfortable. She’s not exactly pushing him away though. Maybe she’s just playing hard to get.
When I first saw the man sitting down, I placed him around thirty, but now I can see he’s closer to my age, twenty-three. He’s not acting his age though. He’s acting like a drunken high school jock as he reaches out for her hip again. She neatly sidesteps him and keeps dancing as though she’s oblivious to his advances.
Her sidestep brings her face-to-face with me, and I quickly take a long drink, hoping she didn’t catch me staring at her. I dare to look back. She’s looking at me, smiling. She caught me all right. I laugh a little as she watches me. She doesn’t seem in the least bit concerned about me watching her. She’s certainly no wallflower, not like that quiet table in the corner implied.
The man she’s with spots her smiling at me, and he gets his body between us. Dick. This time, he doesn’t just try to put his hand on her hip. He lunges forward and wraps his arms around her waist, pulling her body against his.
Even over the music, I hear her telling him to get off her. I hear the fear in her voice and it sends a flare of anger through me. He ignores her, and my temper flares further. I slam my bottle on the bar and get up off the stool. He’s going to fucking pay for scaring her like that.


I spot him the second he walks in. He’s tall, muscular, and hot as hell. He has dark hair, dark skin, and eyes I could lose myself in. He holds himself like a man who isn’t to be messed with, but holy shit, I want to mess with him. Just watching him as he walks across the room and sits down at the bar is enough to start my pussy tingling, and I feel myself getting wet. I am shocked at the reaction he brings forth in me. I’ve never looked at a guy and had a reaction like that before and I am intrigued to know more about the mystery man who can do that to me without even glancing at me.
“Earth to Zoe.” Vicky laughs.
I turn my attention back to her, although it’s hard to pull my eyes away from Mystery Man’s back.
“Sorry,” I say. “What were you saying?”
“I said are you ready to leave? I’m fucked, Zoe.”
Am I ready to leave? If she’d asked me five minutes ago, I’d likely have said yes. But now? No chance. I want to go and talk to Mystery Man. I know I’m not brave enough to just march over there and introduce myself to him, but I could always go up to the bar and stand close to him and hope he starts a conversation. If he likes me he will, and if he doesn’t, well at least I’ll know.
“I’ve still got a full drink,” I say. “You go on. I’ll finish this and catch a cab.”
“Are you sure?” Vicky frowns.
“Sure I’m sure. Look at this place, Vick. It’s not like anything dangerous ever happens here.”
“You sound almost disappointed about that.” She grins.
I throw my head back and laugh. Maybe I am. Maybe I’m sick of being stuck in a rut and just want something to happen. Anything.
As Vicky gets ready to leave, Lester comes over to us.
“Mind if I join you?” he asks.
I shake my head. Lester is the older brother of one of my friends, and he’s harmless enough. In fact, he can be quite funny, and surely sitting with him will be more interesting than sitting here alone.
“Cool,” he says. “Let me just go to the bathroom and then I’ll be back.”
Vicky frowns as he leaves. “Lester? Really?”
“Oh, shut up.” I laugh. “It’s not like anything’s going to happen with us.”
“Yeah, try telling him that,” she says.
It’s my turn to frown, and Vicky shakes her head.
“He’s so into you,” she says.
“Bullshit,” I say. “Now get out of here, and I’ll see you tomorrow.”
She hugs me and leaves, and I sit alone sipping my drink. I turn in my chair slightly so I can see the full bar. I look around, people watching. At least that’s what I tell myself. What I really want is another glimpse of Mystery Man. I look toward the bar and see him. He’s looking in my direction, and for a second, our eyes lock on each other.
I see there exactly what I told Vicky I wanted. Danger. Excitement. Something to liven this place up a bit. I feel my pulse racing as we look at each other and I feel myself getting wet again as I imagine what Mystery Man would do to me if I went home with him. He looks like the type of guy who knows exactly what he wants and exactly what he’s doing.
I see him stripping me slowly, caressing every part of me. I see him laying me down, fucking me, taking away my virginity, and making me a woman. I suck in a little breath and then I realize I’m staring and being weird. I smile at him. I don’t feel self-conscious. Yes, I’m staring, but the whole time I’ve been looking at him, he’s been looking at me too.
He gives me a nod when I smile at him. Is it possible that Mystery Man likes me too? I shake the thought off. Of course it isn’t. He thinks we made accidental eye contact and he’s being polite. To start reading anything more into it is like doing a Vicky and assuming someone is into me just because they’re not acting like an ass around me.
I turn away from the bar, putting my back to Mystery Man. If he catches me looking at him again, he’s definitely going to start thinking I’m some sort of weirdo, and I don’t want that. Plus, I’m only just eighteen, three years away from being old enough to be here. The bartender seems happy enough to turn a blind eye and serve me alcohol, but I figure keeping a low profile can’t hurt. If I start actively flaunting the fact I’m here, he might start to get a little bit worried, and I can’t think of anything more embarrassing than being police escorted out of here.
I am almost finished my drink. I seem to be drinking it more quickly now that I am alone with no conversation to break up the drinking. I should have just left with Vicky. My nerve has gone with Mystery Man; there’s no way I’m going up to the bar and hoping he starts talking to me now he’s caught me staring, and it looks like Lester isn’t coming back.
I sigh and pull my cell phone out and scroll through my Instagram feed, liking some pictures and commenting on a few. A shadow falls over me and for a second, I allow myself to think that Mystery Man has come over to me. He hasn’t. It’s Lester. The strange look he gives me as he sits down opposite me tells me I probably didn’t hide my disappointment at that fact all that well.
“Sorry,” he says, grinning apologetically as he pushes a drink across the table at me. “I had to make a quick call.”
I shrug.
“It’s fine,” I say.
“Yeah? Tell your face that.” He smiles.
I laugh out loud. He’s right. I’m sitting here looking miserable and I’m not mad at Lester. I don’t particularly care where he went or why. I’m too busy thinking about Mystery Man and trying to not show it.
Lester and I chat for a while and it soon becomes clear to me that he’s a bit more drunk than I first thought. And I’m starting to think Vicky is right. He’s trying to flirt with me and he keeps touching my hand across the table. When I said I wanted something exciting to happen, this was far from what I had in mind.
I mean it did involve flirting, but not with Lester. I let my mind wander as I half listen to Lester rambling on about how successful he is. For the record, he can jazz it up all he likes, but I know for a fact he works in the local 7-Eleven. He’s not even a manager or anything.
I imagine how different the conversation could be if Mystery Man was sitting opposite me now. If he was the one making slightly suggestive comments, I wouldn’t be purposely missing the meaning. If he was the one touching my hand across the table, I wouldn’t keep moving it and fiddling with my hair instead of being touched. I would welcome his touch. It wouldn’t be my hand I wanted him to touch though. It would be my eager pussy, brought to life by the brooding glances he gives me.
I realize Lester’s hand is on my knee beneath the table now, creeping higher, and I wish I was wearing jeans. This creep touching my bare skin makes me shudder. I reach beneath the table and shove his hand away. He looks at me with a hurt expression, and I tell myself I’m being a bitch.
It’s not his fault he’s not Mystery Man. And it’s not like he’s gross or anything. I think about what I can say to lighten the mood between us without giving him anything he can take as a come-on. I decide the best way to do it is to drag him up to dance. I can stay far enough away from him that he can’t touch me, and he gets to save face a little as he’ll think I only pushed him away to stand up.
“Come on,” I say as I get to my feet. “I love this song. Let’s dance.”
I don’t give him a chance to reply, I just turn and head for the little dance floor at the front of the bar. My plan to keep a low profile in the bar seems to have abandoned me, but I don’t want to be stuck in the back of the room, nestled away with Lester, giving him any sort of signal.
I reach the dance floor and begin to move. Lester has followed me as I figured he would. I really do like the song that’s playing, and that, coupled with the alcohol in my system, loosens me up and I get into the music, swaying, waving my arms, and shaking my hips.
I’m conscious of the fact that being on the dance floor has brought me a whole lot closer to Mystery Man too, and knowing that puts an extra bit of flair into the way I sway my hips. It means I lift my arms higher, knowing it will expose a bit of flesh as my top rides up. I find myself putting on a show for Mystery Man, hoping he’s noticing me.
Lester is certainly noticing me, and he reaches out and puts his hand on my hip. I twist my body, turning away from him. His hand slips off me like I knew it would. He dances without touching me for a moment, and then he reaches out and touches my hip again.
I’m starting to get angry. Can’t he take a fucking hint? Isn’t it obvious to him that I don’t want him to touch me? I spin away, pushing his hand away in a much more obvious way this time.
My spin brings me face-to-face with Mystery Man, and I am instantly oblivious to Lester. Mystery Man looks away quickly as I face him, and I know I caught him watching me. I smile to myself. The thought of him watching me dance brings another flood of wetness to my pussy.
He looks back and laughs softly when he sees my grin. He knows I caught him watching me, and I’m pretty sure he knows I’m not pissed off about it. I move my hips, still looking at him looking at me.
Lester spots the moment passing between me and Mystery Man, and he steps over to me, putting his body between us and cutting off the eye contact. Fucking dick. He looks at me, and I feel the first stirrings of nervousness when I see the look in his eye. He doesn’t look happy at all, and behind the anger is something else. Something like lust. Something that says he’s not going to take no for an answer.
He lunges forward suddenly, no longer content with trying to put one hand on me. He grabs me around the waist and pulls me against him. I put my palms on his chest, trying to push myself away from him, but he holds tight and he’s too strong for me.
“Fucking little slut. Don’t think I didn’t see you making fuck me eyes at that guy at the bar,” he snaps. “You’re here with me, not him. And if anyone’s getting fucked tonight, it’ll be me.”
He says the last part like it’s a done deal, not so much a threat as a promise of what’s to come. I feel my insides shrivel up as fear grips me in its icy fingers. I try to push him away again.
“Get off me,” I shout.
“I don’t fucking think so, Zoe,” he says in a hiss. “In fact, I think I’ll be getting right on you.”
I wriggle, trying to free myself from his grip, but it’s no use.
“She said get off,” a voice says from beside me.
The voice is low, masculine, and full of barely concealed anger. I know without having to look that it’s Mystery Man. His voice is exactly what I imagined he would sound like, and even in the situation I’m in, I feel a shock wave go through my body at the sound of his voice and the sudden proximity to him. I can smell his scent, Guilty by Gucci, and beneath it, something more primal.
“Fuck off,” Lester says, looking Mystery Man up and down. “This is none of your fucking business.”
He makes no move to release me, and I try to pull away again.
“You have about three seconds to let go of her and get the fuck out of here before I make you do it. And that scenario doesn’t end well for you,” Mystery Man says in the same low tone that barely conceals the rage bubbling beneath his surface.
Lester releases me, and I breathe a sigh of relief. I take a step back as Lester shoves Mystery Man in the chest.
“You think you can boss me around?” Lester demands.
Mystery Man regards Lester with cool amusement. Lester shoves him again, and the amusement turns to anger. People in the bar are starting to notice the situation, and conversations are falling away as they turn their attention to the scene on the dance floor.
“Get the fuck outside and say that,” Mystery Man says.
Lester, drunk and full of himself, sneers.
“Big fucking mistake, man,” he says as he turns and stalks angrily toward the door with Mystery Man on his heels.
I have a feeling this isn’t going to end well for Lester.


Anger surges through me in hot, uncontrollable waves as I follow the douchebag out of the bar and into the almost empty parking lot. I was willing to let him walk away. All he had to do was take his hands off Blondie and leave, and it would have been over. As much as I want to hurt him for scaring her like that, I don’t particularly want a fight on my first night home, and I don’t want Blondie to think I’m some sort of fucking animal. At least not outside of the bedroom.
But then he had to play the big man and start shoving me around, and now he’s going to pay for touching her.
“Still think you’re big and fucking clever without an audience?” the douchebag taunts me.
I’m done listening to him. All I can see when I look at him is the fear in Blondie’s eyes, and I see red. I cover the distance between us in one large stride and I punch Douchebag in the mouth. His lips explode in a shower of blood and his head snaps back on his neck. He makes a sound like a wounded animal, but he’s still not ready to walk away.
He pulls his fist back and swings for me. I see it coming and block it, but his other hand follows it and catches me in the side of the jaw with a stinging blow. I swing at him again, landing another blow on his bleeding lips. I feel my knuckles pop as they connect with him. The sting through them spurs me on, and I lose control completely, raining punches down on the douchebag, shouting at him about being a fucking pervert.
He gets in another punch or two, but there’s no real force behind them. He’s beat, and he knows it. I give him one final punch, and he crumples to the ground, bleeding and unconscious. I start to pull my foot back, ready to really finish this, when I become conscious of eyes on me. I look up and find myself looking into Blondie’s eyes.
Tears swim there, and I know I’ve blown any chance I had with her after she’s just watched me pulverize someone. She steps closer to me as I stand frozen, watching her. I realize I don’t see any sign of fear or revulsion on her face as she looks at me. Instead, I see something that looks a lot like gratitude. She takes another step toward me.
“You … you did that for me?” she asks in a quiet voice.
Her bottom lip quivers, and I want to pull her into my arms and hold her and tell her that she’s safe and she’s mine and nothing bad will ever happen to her again. Instead, I shrug.
“He should have let go of you when you told him to.”
Sirens sound in the distance, and Blondie blinks away the tears and the moment of vulnerability is gone. She starts to walk away. I watch her go, and she turns back to me.
“Come on,” she says. “We need to get out of here before the cops show up.”
I’m shocked, to say the least. I thought she would be afraid of me after seeing what I did to the douchebag, but here she is inviting me to wander off into the night with her. I don’t need telling twice. I jog toward her, and we slip out of the parking lot. She crosses the street, and I follow her. She takes a winding path through the blocks, dodging down little side streets and alleyways. It’s obvious she knows this place well, and after a few minutes, I’m confident no one would be able to trace our path. I am one hundred percent lost and I don’t care. I’d follow this woman into a pit of boiling lava if she asked me to.
I want nothing but to take her into my arms and shove her roughly against the wall. To push those little shorts down and fuck her mercilessly until she’s begging to come. It takes everything I have not to do it. I know I can’t though. Not after what happened to her back there. I don’t want her to think for even a second that I’m anything like that douchebag.
She stops walking abruptly and turns to me with a smile.
“Thank you. For what you did back there. It’s by far the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me.”
I can hear the sincerity in her words and it pains me to think about what sort of life she’s had where a bar fight is the nicest thing anyone’s ever done for her. I open my mouth to respond but she’s still talking. The moment of vulnerability has passed, and she throws me off guard again. She has a way of flitting from being this frail little thing in need of protection to being this confident woman who can take on the world and probably win.
“You should be far enough away that you won’t get caught. The cops won’t bother looking for you—it was just a fight, nothing for them to worry about too much. I guess I’ll see you around maybe.”
She flashes me that smile, that killer smile that makes my cock twitch just looking at it, and then she turns and starts to walk away from me. I can’t just let go like that. I reach out and grab her wrist, more roughly than I planned to.
As I touch her, I feel an intense jolt of lust flood through me. She stops and looks down at me holding her wrist and then up at my face. She doesn’t seem afraid that I’ve grabbed her. I can see the lust I feel for her reflected in her eyes as she searches my face, her eyes flitting across my features. Her breathing speeds up.
I feel my cock start to stiffen and I drop her wrist.
“I … I’m sorry,” I stutter. “I just … it’s not safe out here alone. Let me walk you home.”
She looks uncertain for a moment, but then she nods and smiles.
“How can I refuse my knight in shining armor?” she says.
We start to walk side by side. I am shaken to my core by this woman. How can she be so fucking addictive? How can she have this effect on me so quickly?
“Do you have a name, Mystery Man?” she asks shyly.
“Mystery Man, huh?” I laugh. “Macauley Kramer. But my friends call me Mac.”
“Zoe Ford,” she replies with a mischievous glint in her eye. “But my friends call me Zoe.”
“Original.” I grin.
If I get my way, her friends will be calling her Mrs. Kramer soon enough.


I don’t know what it is about Mac that makes me feel so comfortable. I mean I’ve just seen firsthand how dangerous he can be, but I don’t fear him. I feel completely safe with him. That and completely flustered and wet and ready for him to take me.
As we walk, I feel his eyes on me as he keeps throwing me sideways glances. I want more than his eyes on me. I want his hands on me. His tongue. I want to feel him inside of me. I’ve never believed in sex before marriage; I could never understand why people had no self-control and couldn’t wait. But I hadn’t met Mac Kramer then. And now I have, I get it. All of my moral beliefs seem to have left me, and I know if he kissed me now, I would melt in his arms and let him do anything he wanted to me.
“So it’s Friday night and you were in a little dive bar like that one rather than a club,” Mac says, piercing my thoughts. “What’s with that?”
“Clubbing isn’t really my scene,” I say.
He raises an eyebrow, and I laugh.
“Fine. You want the truth? I’m not old enough to go clubbing, and the clubs are a lot more careful with their ID checks than those seedy little bars. But we’ve just finished finals and we wanted to celebrate, so it was there or nowhere. Vicky, my best friend, got wasted and went home early. I figured I’d be okay with Lester—the douchebag you punched—because he’s my friend’s brother. Well, she’s probably an ex-friend now.”
“So you’re some sort of genius then?” Mac says.
I frown.
“Well, you’re not old enough to drink, but you’ve just finished finals. Aren’t people usually around twenty-two when they finish college?”
“Sure,” I say. “But I’m not at college.”
I’m about to drop the bombshell. The one that will make Mac run for the hills.
“I’m about to graduate high school.”
His eyes open wide and he stares at me.
“How old are you?”
I laugh. “I’m eighteen,” I say quickly.
I see the relief flicker over his face. Obviously, I’m younger than he thought, but at least I’m not an actual kid.
“How old are you?”
“Twenty-three,” he says.
“Oh, you’re ancient,” I joke.
“Yup. I’m almost due to get my pension,” he says, playing along.
His joking makes me brave, and I laugh and bump him with my hip. I wait for the sparks I felt when he held my wrist. The touch doesn’t disappoint me. I instantly feel a wave of desire flood me as my hip bumps the top of his leg. My pussy clenches as the delicious feeling floods my body. God, why won’t he just kiss me already? I know he feels it too. I could see it in his eyes when he held my wrist.
I never want to stop touching him. The feeling it brings on makes me feel confident, like a new woman. I tentatively reach out and slip my hand under his arm, linking him to me. He sucks in a breath as my hand curls over his skin. That breath makes my pussy wet. If I can make him sound like that touching his arm, imagine what I could do touching his cock.
Probably not much. It’s not like I’d know what to do with it. I’m sure he could show me though. He turns his head and looks at me. His eyes are darker than usual, clouded with lust, and I feel another rush of wetness coat my pussy. If I’m not careful, I’m going to be leaving a trail as I walk.
He clears his throat and looks away from me. I smile to myself. We keep walking, a comfortable silence falling. Mac seems to get himself back under control and he looks at me again.
“So Zoe, whatever will your parents think when you turn up with me arm in arm?”
“I don’t live with my parents,” I say.
He raises an eyebrow. I know I have to elaborate. I don’t usually talk about my life growing up, but I don’t want him to think I’m some delinquent runaway. I surprise myself by realizing I want to be honest with him, even about the bad parts. I want him to know everything about me.
“My mom left when I was two. I don’t even remember her. My dad was an abusive drunk who used me as a punching bag. I left the day I turned sixteen.”
“Shit Zoe, I’m sorry,” he says.
I shrug.
“It is what it is. There are plenty of people who have it far worse than me.”
He moves his arm, releasing my hand, and I think for a horrible moment I’ve said too much. He doesn’t want me now that he knows I am so ugly inside that even my own mother didn’t want me.
He turns his wrist and takes my hand in his and my heart soars. He isn’t quite ready to run a mile just yet. My hand tingles where he touches it.
“So do you live with some other family?” he asks.
I shake my head.
“No. I have a little apartment. My grandmother, the only person in my family who ever seemed to give a fuck about me, died when I was twelve. She left me some money, money that my deadbeat dad couldn’t touch. It was released to me on my sixteenth birthday. She wanted me to use it for college, but I honestly didn’t think I’d make it to college if I stayed at home. So I used it to buy my place. There was enough left over to see me through a few years, and I work a few shifts as a waitress where I can to make it go further.”
I pause and take a deep breath as a feeling of loneliness floods through me.
“When I said what you did outside of the bar was the nicest thing anyone’s ever done for me, I guess I meant the second nicest. Because my grandma saved me from the life I was living. But it’s lonely, Mac. I’m all alone in the world. And what you did for me reminded me that not everyone looks at me and sees trash.”
He squeezes my hand tightly and when he speaks again, his voice is rough, full of emotion.
“You will never be alone again,” he says. “Not now. Not ever.”
Something tells me he’s not just saying that to make me feel better. It tells me that he means those words. That I am somehow his now. The realization sends a rush of excitement through my stomach and my pussy. To belong to him, to be his. To have someone by my side. It’s something I’ve only ever dared to dream of.
“I get it, you know,” he says after a couple of minutes of reflective silence. “Being alone I mean.”
I find it hard to believe that someone like Mac would ever have to be alone. I mean, the guy is sex appeal walking.
“Don’t get me wrong, I’ve had girlfriends and stuff, but it’s never felt real. There’s never been that connection where you just know it’s meant to be,” he says as though he read my mind.
I do know what he means, and the way he says it like it’s changed and he feels that connection now sends another shiver through me. I know if we keep going down this road, I’m going to end up blurting out something stupid and scaring him away, so I move the conversation back around to something safer.
“Do you have any family?” I ask. “Just you said you knew what it’s like to be alone.”
He shrugs.
“I was never really alone as such. I never knew my dad, but it didn’t matter because my mom was all I needed. She worked three jobs to keep a roof over our heads, and yet she still made time for me. I had a great childhood. But then when I was fifteen, she got cancer. She was dead two months after her diagnosis.”
“Oh my God, I’m so sorry,” I say in a pained whisper.
To have someone who cares, someone who would do anything for you, and then have them ripped cruelly away is surely worse than knowing that no one gives a fuck one way or the other about you.
“I can’t imagine how awful that must have been,” I add.
“Yeah. It was pretty rough. I had no other family, so I ended up in the system. I was one of the lucky ones. I didn’t have to wait long before I was found a foster family. And they were nice people. Not abusive or anything like that. They made me feel welcome.”
“But?” I prompt him.
I can hear the but in his voice, and I know there’s more to the story.
“But no matter how much they loved me, I couldn’t let myself love them back because it felt like I was betraying my mom,” he says.
Suddenly I can see him as a fifteen-year-old boy, lost and alone. Craving affection and yet pushing it away. My heart breaks for him, and I reach out and squeeze his arm with the hand not holding his. I press myself against his side.
He shakes his head.
“What are you doing to me, Zoe?” he says.
“I … I was just …” I stammer.
I’ve gone too far. He didn’t want to feel me pressed against him like that. I back off slightly. He looks at me as I pull away from like he’s burned me. He smiles a sad smile.
“I didn’t mean that,” he says, nodding down to the gap between us. He tugs gently on my hand, and I move back to his side, closing the gap again. “I meant how the hell do you get me to open up like that. The guilt? I’ve never told a soul about that. Fuck, I’ve barely admitted it to myself. And now here I am spilling my guts to you like this.”
I smile.
“Yeah. I tell my friends here that my parents died so I don’t have to go into the whole story. You’re the only person I’ve told the whole story to.”
He looks at me, a storm of emotion in his eyes. I can feel every one of those emotions inside of myself. Heartbreak and loneliness, abandonment. But now there’s something new that we share: hope.
“Maybe tonight was meant to be,” I whisper. “Maybe we were always meant to meet so we could save each other…”


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Lola StVil is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author who writes Fantasy in addition to Contemporary romance. She has written over a dozen books and loves taking her readers on an emotional roller coaster ride. She is currently living in California and enjoys staying in touch with her readers.



Release Day/New Release

New Release – SEAL Together by Maryann Jordan

SEAL Together

(Silver Seals)

Maryann Jordan

Release Date: February 26, 2019

After twenty-five years of active duty, US Navy SEAL Commander Eric Lopez chaffed at his forced medical retirement. Bored, he jumped at the opportunity to work for a DHS Secret Division Command.

The new National Bio and Agro-Defense Facility had just opened and was already embroiled in controversy. One group protesting the facility want it shut down due to safety concerns. An animal extremist group in the area is known for terrorist activities. And, a contingency of foreign scientists and journalists will be visiting the facility and the cyber security chatter is that someone there will be threatening the facility.

With his background in biology, Eric is the perfect choice to go in to assess the situation as part of the foreign delegation, never expecting to fall for a beautiful veterinarian working there.

Dr. Lydia Hughes, a veterinarian at the facility, takes a chance on love again with a man she thinks is a journalist. But, just her luck, she ends up in the hands of kidnappers who have mistaken her for a lead scientist.

Eric pulls together a team and they race to find Lydia before the kidnappers discover they have the wrong person and dispose of her. Saving her life is his mission. Falling for the beautiful doctor became the unexpected reward.

Scenes in the book are similar to what you would find in an “R” rated movie. Intended for readers 18+.



As an Award Winning, Amazon International Bestselling and All-Star author, Kobo, and Barnes & Noble Best-Selling Author, I have always been an avid reader. In 2013 I started a blog to showcase wonderful writers. In 2014, I finally gave in to the characters in my head pleading for their story to be told. Thus, Emma’s Home was created.

My first novel, Emma’s Home became an Amazon Best Seller in 3 categories within the first month of publishing. Its success was followed by the rest of the Fairfield Series and then led into the Love’s Series. Soon, other spin-off series came along and 8 of my books have made Amazon top 100 Bestselling books.

Gabe, from the Alvarez Security Series won Silver Medal and 5 Star Review by the 2016 Reader’s Choice Awards.Honor Love was an award-winning novel from the 2016 Reader’s Choice Awards.

Serial Love was an award finalist novel from the 2016 Reader’s Choice Awards.

Coming Home was awarded the 5 Star Review by the 2017 Reader’s Choice Awards.

My books are filled with sweet romance and hot sex; mystery, suspense, real life characters and situations. My heroes are alphas, take charge men who love the strong, independent women they fall in love with.

I worked as a counselor in a high school and have been involved in education for the past 30 years. I have just retired and look forward to more time with family and writing!

I have been married to a wonderfully patient man for 36 years and have 2 adult, very supportive daughters.
When writing, my dog or one of my cats will usually be found in my lap!

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New Release – Still Brazen by M. Malone & Nana Malone

Title: Still Brazen
Series: Brazen Duet #2
Author: M. Malone & Nana Malone
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: February 26, 2019


How the hell did I, the perpetual bachelor, end up accidentally married in Vegas—to my client?

As soon as I find out who’s trying to kill her, we’ll get a quickie divorce…or will we? I was never supposed to be married. I was never supposed to fall in love. I was never supposed to put her in danger.

But now that she’s back in my life I wonder if some things shouldn’t stay in Vegas.

To keep her I’ll have to fight for her. Good thing I’m brazen enough to do just that.



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M. Malone

NYT & USA Today bestselling author M. Malone lives in the Washington, DC metro area with her husband and their two sons. She holds a master’s degree in Business from a prestigious college that would no doubt be scandalized by how she’s using her expensive education.

Independently published, she has sold more than 1/2 million ebooks in her two series, THE ALEXANDERS and BLUE-COLLAR BILLIONAIRES. Since starting her indie journey in 2011 with the runaway bestselling novella “Teasing Trent,” her work has appeared on the New York Times and USA Today bestseller lists more than a dozen times.

She’s now a full-time writer and spends 99.8% of her time in her pajamas.


Nana Malone

USA Today bestselling author Nana Malone’s love of all things romance and adventure started with a tattered romantic suspense novel she “borrowed” from her cousin.

It was a sultry summer afternoon in Ghana, and Nana was a precocious thirteen. She’s been in love with kick-butt heroines ever since. With her overactive imagination constantly channeling her inner Buffy, it was only a matter a time before she started creating her own characters.

While she waits for her chance at a job as a ninja assassin, Nana works out her drama, passion and sass with fictional characters every bit as brazen and kick-butt as she thinks she is.


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Excerpt Reveal – Ice Hot by Tracy Goodwin

Christian plays for keeps. But Serena won’t be tamed.
Keep reading for an excerpt from Ice Hot by USA Today bestselling author Tracy Goodwin!
It releases March 5th.

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“I didn’t recognize you. Not until tonight. Seeing you, watching the crowd’s reaction to you and your teammates . . . one of my friends Googled you.”

This explains why she’s suddenly so nice. Another woman wanting the famous guy, the hot athlete with wealth. If that’s the guy she wants, who am I to disappoint?

“Page Six only writes half the story, typical for a cheap tabloid.” She smiles. Maybe she’s onto my antics, or not. Regardless, she’s a captive audience as I add, “It’s true that no woman ever says no to me. What they fail to mention is that no woman has ever regretted saying yes.”

Staring at me, she narrows her eyes, sizing me up again. There’s the cynic I met the other day. The woman who suspects I’m full of shit, but there’s a hidden meaning in her bright azure gaze. Her eyes—she sees right through me and I shift uncomfortably, blinking first, which is completely unlike me.

Leaning against the bar, she asks, “Do you want to get shot down?” Her tone is subtle and not the least bit snarky. Like she wants to know my answer.

Words escape me. Women talk to me, but never listen. Or they listen just long enough to reply. They’re interested in winning over the sports star and care about the promise of celebrity that being in my company can bring. I don’t remember the last time a woman asked me what I want. It’s . . . refreshing. Intimidating. Even for a guy like me who doesn’t get rattled often.

“Do I seem like the type to judge a man by a gossip column?” She seems sweet, says all the right things. “You told your team to fuck off, yet they’re watching us. Waiting for you to crash and burn. At least that’s my opinion.”

She distracts me. Her questions, her intense scrutiny, her take on everything. I down a gulp of my drink and grimace. Shit, that’s strong. She’s still staring, waiting for me to answer. “You’re right. One of my teammates struck out. They’re hoping I do the same.”

“But you’re their leader, right?” She makes it sound like I’m an alien in some sci-fi movie.

Scratching the short stubble on my chin, I correct her. “I’m their captain.”

“Okay, Captain. Do you want me to turn you down so you fit in with them?”

Her offer is thoughtful, but I’ve got something else on my mind now. “I’ve wanted your number since the gas station. If you think I’m giving up a chance to get to know you—”

“What’s your number?” She places her thumb against her iPhone, using the Touch ID to unlock the screen. Her cell is encased in a glittery rose gold. Sparkly, but not gaudy. Though I don’t know her, I know enough to deduce that it fits her personality.

As I recite my number, her fingers type at a rapid rate. My cell immediately vibrates in my pocket. “I just texted you. Add me to your contacts. My name is Serena.”

She is so close now that her scent intoxicates me. More musk than floral, it’s a total turn-on. So is she. Especially when she plants her hands firmly on the fabric over my abs, then slowly, methodically, slides them upward, past my pecs, until her warm palms reach my neck. She leans into me even closer, her voice a raspy murmur as her breath fans my cheek. “Let’s put on a show. You’re a virile, hotter-than-hot sports star. You believe that your mere touch will ignite my lady parts, and why not? You’re Christian fucking Chase, right?”

To hear her say the word fucking sends my blood rushing straight to my cock. Her touch, her warm palms against my neck, causes my muscles to tense. My erection swells, in sync with my raspy breaths. Her full lips, so close to mine that I want to kiss them, upturn in a seductive grin.

“You with your brown hair, mesmerizing eyes a rich amber, chiseled jaw, and a rock-hard body to die for . . . who could say no to you, right?” Serena bites her lower lip and it sends a jolt of electricity through to my cock. “I hate to break it to you, baby, but I’m your first no.”

With her last word, her voice bellows through the bar as she shoves me aside. “Let me clarify. I’m saying NO in all caps. Those guys dared you to come over here after your pal was shot down. I know it, and so do you. The only reason my knee hasn’t made contact with your balls is because you have excellent fashion sense. Trust me when I say that Hugo Boss has saved you from a world of hurt tonight.”

Forget Hugo, Serena is a fucking boss. Even I believe her.

About Tracy

Tracy Goodwin is a USA Today bestselling author. Throughout a career spanning a decade, she has achieved both traditional and indie publishing success. She is the author of the sexy New York Nighthawks contemporary romance series for Loveswept. In addition, she pens sweeping historical romances and vivid urban fantasies. Though the genres may be different, each story delivers her unique blend of passion, excitement, poignant emotion, humor, and unforgettable characters that steal readers’ hearts.

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New Release – Finding Mercy by Riley Edwards

Title: Finding Mercy (Next Generation, #3)
Author: Riley Edwards
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: February 26th
Cover Designer: Lori Jackson
Hosted by: Buoni Amici Press, LLC.

DEA Jason Walker became a widower at Twenty-eight. Two years later he’s still torturing himself with guilt. They’d married young, and she’d been his first love, but her illness changed everything. They’d fought a losing battle and he’d held her to the very end. Now he just wants to be left alone with his misery and memories.

Mercy James is no stranger to grief and loneliness. Her brother’s death of a drug overdose, and her police officer father’s death in the line of duty were the driving forces behind her pursuit of a career in the DEA. In spite of—or maybe because of—her past, Mercy doesn’t believe in feeling sorry for others, or for herself.

When a case brings Jason and Mercy together, and their attraction heats up, can her tough, straightforwardness help Jason learn to live in the light again? He’d lost his first love, but is he ready for a forever love?

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Riley Edwards is a bestselling multi-genre author, wife, and military mom. Riley was born and raised in Los Angeles but now resides on the east coast with her fantastic husband and children.

Riley writes heart-stopping romance with sexy alpha heroes and even stronger heroines. Riley’s favorite genres to write are romantic suspense and military romance.

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New Release – Lost and Found by Lexi Blake

Owen Shaw and his “brothers” lost everything, their entire existence erased. Science had robbed he and all the Lost Boys of their memories and their past, but not their future. Hunted by every intelligence agency in the world, they are focused on two goals: find a cure for what was done to them and ensure that the technology that ruined their lives doesn’t get out into the world. Rebecca Walsh might be the key to achieving both. Owen has been studying her closely, living in her building, and he cannot resolve how such a beautiful, giving woman could have helped design the evil process that destroyed his past.

Dr. Rebecca Walsh has dedicated her life to researching the secrets of the mind. Her atmospheric rise in her field was fueled by the horror of watching her mother’s agonizing journey into madness at the hands of a disease with no cure. She vowed to never rest until she finds it. But obsession takes a heavy toll, and when Owen moves into her building she realizes how much of her life she has missed out on. Owen opens her eyes to a whole new world, filled with joy, laughter, and possibly love.

Owen and Rebecca grow closer, unraveling more about each other and the mysteries surrounding her connection to Hope McDonald. As the sinister forces working against the Lost Boys descend on Toronto, secrets long buried are uncovered that could shatter the bonds holding the Lost Boys together and cost Rebecca her life.


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“Becca.” Owen’s voice was low. “Concentrate on me, on our conversation. You’ve done incredibly well. You’ve been able to hold it off, but this has gone on far longer than you ever should have been expected to handle it. This elevator is tight. I feel it, too, but we can hold off the anxiety together.”

She doubted very much the man in front of her was anxious. He looked solid, like the kind of man who took whatever came his way and simply dealt with it. He wouldn’t have needed two freaking years to figure out what he wanted. He would have signed his divorce papers and moved on, not hiding in his work.

It struck her forcibly that she might never have met a man like Owen Shaw. Her childhood had been fairly sheltered. She’d constantly been surrounded by intellectuals, men and women who were far more concerned with their work than anything else.

The ground beneath her shifted and the elevator dropped what felt like ten feet, but she knew in her head it was mere inches. Her heart rate tripled, and she grabbed on to the closest thing she could—him.

His arms went around her, holding her up, and she heard it. He was so tall that her head naturally rested on his chest, and she could hear his heart beating in rapid time.

He was nervous.

The phone rang and Owen cursed, reaching out to grab it. The shaft was so small, he didn’t have to let her go to grasp it.

“What the bloody hell is happening, Colin?”

She could hear his voice over the line. “Sorry. So sorry. We had to lower the shaft the tiniest bit. I should have warned you. It’s not going to fall. Just needed to reposition to get to the problem. Not long now. Another half an hour or so and I’ll have you right out of there.”

“If you do that again, do you know what I’m going to do to you, Colin?”

There was a pause over the line and she could practically hear Colin’s gulp. “Write my father a tersely worded letter of complaint?”

“No, I’m going to pull your heart out through your throat and then I’ll shove it back up your arse.”

“You sound very much like Liam Neeson in that movie.”

“Liam Neeson is Irish. I’m a Scot. I assure you what I’ll do to you will make you run into Liam Neeson’s arms and beg him to save you.” He reached back and hung up the phone with a resounding clang.

His arm went back around her. “It’s going to be all right. They’ll move faster now. So you’ve taken a sabbatical from men.”

She breathed him in, loving how he smelled. Were men supposed to smell so good?

She could feel herself relax as he held her. She’d known him for three hours. She shouldn’t let him hold her like this.

And why the fuck not? Because it wasn’t smart? Because he might think she wanted something she shouldn’t?

She was human. Why shouldn’t she want him? Because society told her that good girls didn’t make out with guys they’d just met in an elevator?

Society sucked, and she wasn’t a good girl. When her husband had tried to put his name on her work, she’d told him to fuck off and write his own paper. When he’d cheated on her, she’d walked away.

She was single.

God, was he single?

She stepped back.

“What’s wrong?” Owen asked.

“Do you have a girlfriend?”

His lips curled up in the sweetest grin, as though he knew exactly why she was asking that question. “No, love. I don’t have a girlfriend and I don’t have a wife.”

He was single. She was single.

The moment lengthened between them.

He stepped back. “I’m sorry. I’m coming on way too strong.”

He wasn’t. He’d been gentlemanly, friendly. Up until the last couple of moments, he hadn’t put a hand on her or leered. She could feel his attraction. It was there in the warm way he looked at her, in the set of his shoulders, relaxed earlier and tense now that he’d touched her. He was thinking about the same thing she was.

“I’m very nervous, Owen. My logical mind knows that it’s far more likely for me to die getting hit by lightning than in an elevator, even one that’s stuck.” Unfortunately, her logical mind was slowly losing control of her dumbass lizard brain.

“Will talking help?” Owen asked. “Because I’m willing to do that. Or whatever you need to take your mind off things.”

There was a wealth of promise in those words. Dirty and sweet at the same time. They’d shared her wine, passing it back and forth between them, her lips touching the same place his had been moments before. When she’d drank after him, she’d thought about kissing him.

It had been too long. Two years was way too long to go without sex.

They had a half an hour or so. At least that’s what Colin—who might be murdered soon by Owen Shaw—said. She even thought his name was sexy.

What exactly would it hurt if she did kiss him? If she touched him and let him touch her? Hell, what would it hurt if she fucked him? They were both single, both a little needy. They had some time to kill. They’d done everything else.

“I would like to kiss you.” If he didn’t want her to, he could say no and they could find something else to do. She wasn’t going to be embarrassed because some guy didn’t want her. Some stunningly gorgeous guy. Some really funny, sexy guy. After all, she wouldn’t see him after this. She’d never seen him before. He’d told her he was moving in, but she went into work early and came home late. He was a bodyguard, so he likely worked odd hours and traveled a lot.

He was safe. She could open that door, enjoy herself, and then close it again. Owen Shaw could be her first really good memory in a long time, the start of many because it was time to get serious about finding some joy and balance in her life.

But only if he wanted some joy, too.

He moved back, placing his back against the elevator wall, the sweetest smile lighting up his face. “You have no idea how much I want you to kiss me. I’m right here, love. Do your worst.”

He was letting her make the first move. And probably the second. And the third. He was obviously a careful man. It would be easier if he took over, but he was right. This needed to be her choice, and she had to make the move.

She’d been the girl who’d told her parents at the age of five that kindergarten was boring and she wanted to move through the grades until she found something challenging. When they’d told her they wanted her to slow down and enjoy her childhood, she’d gone on strike until the teachers at her school begged her parents to let them move her up.

She was the girl who’d put it all on hold to take care of her mother, too.

She wasn’t the girl who didn’t take what she wanted, and she wanted Owen Shaw.

“It’s been a long time since I did this.” But her body was already heating up. Her body remembered. Her marriage might have sucked, but the sex had been fairly good. It had been the reason she’d married him. She’d gotten used to regular, good sex.

She’d get used to it again, just on her terms this time.

“Somehow, I think you’ll remember,” he said. “You play all you like. Stop when you want to.”

She’d been right about him. He was a careful man. “And if I don’t want to stop?”

“Then you should be happy I’m a man who believes in being prepared.”

NY Times and USA Today bestselling author Lexi Blake lives in North Texas with her husband, three kids, and the laziest rescue dog in the world. She began writing at a young age, concentrating on plays and journalism. It wasn’t until she started writing romance and urban fantasy that she found the stories of her heart. She likes to find humor in the strangest places and believes in happy endings no matter how odd the couple, threesome, or foursome may seem.


Book Reviews, Contemporary Romance

Review – The Dissolution of Unrequited by Len Webster

The Dissolution of Unrequited; The Science of Unrequited #4 (Series)
by Len Webster (Author)

This review is from: February 26, 2019 By Kay Daniels (Kindle Edition-Goodreads)
Heat Level:🔥🔥🔥

I wish I could give this entire series more than five stars. The way that Len Webster writes is so gripping, making it so hard to put down at the wee hours of the night and to top it off the story then runs through my head when I’m trying to sleep. Yes, the angsty story of AJ and Evan has haunted me for months and I’ve loved, loved, loved every word of it!

The Dissolution of Unrequited had me captivated the entire way through. Over and over my emotions flipped from joy, to tears, to heart pounding love, and utter complete heartbreak. The entire Unrequited series is an emotional ride, it’s like nothing I’ve read before. “Eight” will now send my heart pitter-pattering forevermore.

Thank you Len Webster for AJ and Evan. The ride was emotional, but so worth it.

Ok, here is just a brief summary of how we got to this angsty 4th book…

In the first book, The Theory of Unrequited

Every theory has a test subject … even between best friends.
The pact: Stanford.
The betrayal: AJ attending Duke.
The reason: She did something stupid like fall in love with Evan.
The problem: Evan’s not ready to let this betrayal go so easily.
The solution: Find AJ and fix them.

Summary: AJ had been in love with Evan for a really long time, but her love was unrequited. They planned to go to college together, but without Evan knowing she went to a completely different school and in doing so actually broke Evan’s heart.

Book 2, The Solution of Unrequired

Every solution has a poisonous flaw … even between best friends.
The agreement: Fall break together.
The struggle: A road trip from North Carolina to Massachusetts.
The reason: To find a way back into each other’s lives.
The issue: AJ’s not ready to let Evan reclaim the parts of her he made his.
The hindrance: Connecticut

Summary: Evan begs for a chance to win back AJ’s friendship and potential love. This is a tipping point because AJ has been opening up to a potential new love interest at college and for the first time ever she is discovering who she is. Could this be the chance for Evan or the opportunity for AJ to be who she needs to be?

Book 3, The Results of Unrequited

Every result can be manipulated … even between best friends.
The promise: To wait for each other after their road trip.
The where: Brookline, Massachusetts.
The when: Thanksgiving.
The bump: Evan Gilmore was a no-show.
The reason: He met the one who would change it all.
The consequence: There is no AJ and Evan … not anymore.

Summary: After their roadtrip AJ thought she was on the road to something special with Evan, but he never called. He ghosted something hard. This was the final straw for her and Evan, AJ finally had the answer she needed and the chance to move on. Months later when her life is finally on track, how can one moment with Evan still have the impact to shift her whole life?

So here we are at Book 4-The Dissolution of Unrequited

Every concept has a state of dissolution … even between best friends.
The theory: To find herself and pursue her dreams of completing her Ph.D.
The solution: Walk away from the love that hurt her the most, and put herself first.
The results: A life changing choice between her heart and her future.
The dissolution: … of unrequited as AJ and Evan know it.

Summary: The deeper relationship that has been circling between best friends for years is once again on rocky ground. Between other people coming between them, distance, and careers Evan and AJ have had  hurdles to overcome, but nothing should stand in the way when it comes to the ultimate choice. Which dream do you follow? 

This series is full of angst, love, dreams, and tough life decisions that young adults have to make. A lot of those choices result in unrequited feelings. What choices would you make?

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Book Reviews, Contemporary Romance

Review – The Runaway by Jennifer Bernard

The Runaway; The Rockwell Legacy #4 (Series)
by Jennifer Bernard (Author)

This review is from: February 25, 2019 By Kay Daniels (Kindle Edition-Goodreads)
Heat Level:🔥🔥🔥🔥

Do I ever love the Rockwell family! Each book just gets better and better! Here are just a few things I loved about The Runaway

  • Adorable, quirky Gracie Rockwell. She is amazing and I wish she was here in person in my everyday life.
  • Grumpy, sexy Mark Castellani. He understands Gracie and her quirks. A man who appreciates a quirky girl is so darn irresistible.
  • A road trip. Road trips are the best. Besides, who can resist all that late night cuddling and getting to know the person sitting right next to you in a cramped space.
  • Family. The Rockwell’s are fantastic! I love each one and their interaction always brings a smile to my face or makes me giggle.
  • The overall mystery. Between each book, there is the overall plot of how or why Amanda Rockwell died. In The Runaway Gracie is looking into the mystery of if she is really a Rockwell. She gets the distinct impression that she isn’t and that her mother, Amanda, found her in the woods. Not only does this add to the overall mystery of their mother’s death, but with her gone Gracie cannot ask her what her suspicions are. After following lots of clues, this lands her on Mark’s doorstep, or more like his boat dock, but you get the point.
  • I could continue listing all the things I love, because there are so, so many things, but I will let you discover them for yourself.

Gracie landed in California looking for answers to her past. Every lead brought her to Mark Castellani’s Marina. Putting on her best detective hat, she searched for clues to what he might know, but Mark wasn’t a personal sharer. Staying on intuition alone, she took a job as a cashier, working at the Marina hoping to learn more about the man that may give her insight to her past.

Mark never talked about his past, except to his therapist. The trauma from being kidnapped still haunted him years later, but somehow Gracie Rockwell was the one person he felt comfortable around sharing things he never told anyone. He couldn’t place why he did the things he did or said around her, except to say it was just Gracie. She was a light he never knew he needed in his darkness.

When the past catches up with them they just might need one another to face a past that connects them both, but are they ready to know the truth or could it end up hurting them more than helping?

All the family Rockwell charm and fun is ready to be read in The Runaway.

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Cover Reveal – Rebel Saint by Adriane Leigh

Title: Rebel Saint
Author: Adriane Leigh
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: March 18, 2019


She found herself on the steps of St. Michael’s seeking shelter, what she didn’t expect was temptation so sharp and sweet concealed beneath one snow-white collar.

He rescued her from rock bottom, desperate people squeezed together by the desperate cracks of life, but their relationship was never innocent. The thinly-veiled attraction combustible, magnetism so explosive it rattles the very foundations of their belief.

But can their unholy love story withstand the fall?


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“The dark night of the soul? Mind telling me what the hell that was about?” The heavy wooden door echoed through the tight chamber when it slammed against the door jamb.
Bastien remained still across the small sacristy, head bowed as he continued to work quietly, deft fingers sliding thin, golden ropes of sacred fabric through his fingers. “I’d rather know what you think.”
Frustration thickened my blood. “I’m your dark night of the soul?! I think you went a step too far.”
“If that’s what you call a step too far I’d hate to hear what you call indecent.” His body was against mine in an instant, my breasts heaving with shallow irritation and grazing the fabric of his vestments.
This profoundly infuriating man was under my skin like no one else had ever been, and just like a bad tattoo, I’d pay a professional to gouge him out of my soul if I could.
“This, for instance,” he hissed, “is surely a step too close to your precious comfort zone.” His body pressed closer, the deep ridge of his arousal cutting at my hip and causing my throat to crack and turn to dust. “Don’t trick yourself into believing that you know you more than I do, Tressa.”
His dark eyes glinted in the dim light, heartbeat vibrating in my ears the only noise in the room. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
I couldn’t catch my breath, his fingers crawling their way past my wrists, grazing the underside of my elbows before his thumbs dug in and he was as far deep inside my own heart as he could possibly go.
“You like the dance, sweet dove, but just when things get intimate you pull away.”
His scathing truth cut like a hot blade.
“No,” I squeaked.
His soft chuckle my only reply, my eyelids already glued shut in opposition of his words.
“You think you only show me the side of you you want me to see,” Bastien’s thumb danced the arch of my brow, “but I see so much more than that.” His eyes flicked down to my lips, hips working softly against mine.
“I’m trained to see the broken parts you’ve spent a lifetime hiding. I’m trained to be your light in the darkness, Tressa, but all that darkness,” his thumbs worked inside my elbows, swaying me against his body as he grit against my neck, “it weighs on me some days. Seminary doesn’t teach a flesh and blood man how to channel all that darkness into…” he flexed behind his robes, my body humming with pure desire for anything more he had to give, “productive activities.”
I didn’t have a reply for him, the way he swallowed my space and caused my heart to thrum like a hummingbird was distracting enough, but his skin setting flame to mine was beyond unbearable.
“What about you, then?” I summoned my earlier anger. “You fancy yourself some sort of holier than thou saint? Forgive me Father, but I call bullshit.”
Bastien’s eyes held mine, the amusement chasing through his chocolate irises giving me enough satisfaction to live on for days.
I squared my shoulders. “You’re a prisoner to your belief.”
His eyebrows rose, shock striking him before his face settled to that same well-orchestrated calm he reserved for his parishioners. “You can bet I’m a prisoner, but not for the reasons you think.”
His admission caught me off guard, but not more than the next moment did.
His palms caught my face, thumbs trailing down the warmth of my throat before he smashed our lips together.
His kiss defiled as much as it gave life.
He raped me to the depths of my soul without ever removing a strip of my clothing.
“But that’s where my beliefs with the church diverge.” He lips teased at the corners of my mouth before his tongue darted out, tasting the bow of my top lip.
Oh sweet fucking heaven. 
“I happen to believe it isn’t living if you’re not breaking a rule every now and again.”
He caught the soft whimper on my lips with his, swallowing it instantly before his tongue pushed past the barrier and he was sheathed in me again.
His taste, far deadlier than I’d remembered.
“Despite what my church may believe,” Bastien’s thumbs hooked at my shirt, the warm pads of his fingertips sliding against my skin and cutting through my nerves like hot butter, “I can’t renounce you.”
His palms slid up my torso, divesting me of my shirt while one hand cupped a shiny chalice, drips of wine already making their way between my breasts. Staining the satin bra I wore, pooling in my navel, soaking a rebel river of red overtop the elastic of my panties.
“I know the taste of sin, sweet Tressa, I’ve tasted it every night in my dreams. Craving you is a new and deadlier form of hell than the last I’d overcome.” He dropped to his knees, the empty cup slipping to the floor and soaking his white robes in scarlet before his tongue met my flesh in slow swipes, eyes glinting as he held me flush to his mouth.
Soft mewls formed on my lips as my body fell apart in his arms, limbs loose as he worked his way up my body, tongue tasting every inch of the blessed wine from my skin as he went.
“I am very surely a prisoner to you, my sweet dove.”


Adriane Leigh is an Amazon Top 25 and USA Today bestselling author of contemporary and erotic romance. Raised in a snowbank in Michigan’s Upper Peninsula, she was born with a book in her hand and won her first Young Authors award before the age of ten. She finished her first romance novel at 14, and hasn’t stopped playing with words since. She earned a literature degree, co-founded and organized international book conventions with RARE: Romance Author & Reader Events, and has written more than 45 independent titles under various pen names.

Married to her own Prince Charming, she now lives among the sand dunes of Lake Michigan, and plays mama to two sweet baby girls. She’s a romantic rebel and word junkie that believes wanderlust is life, is part of the #goodvibetribe, and wishes she had more time to read and knit scarves to keep her cozy during the arctic Michigan winters. Yoga pants, puppies, and mac and cheese also help. Never miss a release! Get an alert at:

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“Sizzling chemistry, a glamorous world, plot twists…a perfect combination held together with Adriane Leigh’s addictive writing. I dove into this world, and didn’t want to come up for air. I can’t wait for more!” – Alessandra Torre, Hollywood Dirt

“Adriane Leigh never dissapoints with equal amounts of heat and heart with all the sex, suspense and scandal…Leigh’s newest mysterious hero will have you anxiously flipping pages well into the night trying to uncover his secrets.” – Jay Crownover, Marked Men




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New Release – Covet by Ella James

Title: Covet
Collection: Sinful Secrets #3
Author: Ella James
Genre: Standalone Contemporary Romance
Release Date: February 25, 2019


Homer Carnegie. Admit it—you know my name. Your kid’s got my e-trading card. Your husband sits up straighter when I stroll onto the TV screen. He knows I’m going to crack the bat and save the day. Even your grandma’s jonesing for my autograph. But women my age? They’re the worst. Or would that be the best?

It’s not my fault they line up at the door. They catch my balls all right, two at a time sometimes, or even three. Believe me, everybody wins.

At least they did—until the video. I heard TMZ paid a million for a bird’s eye view of Homer on his A-game. The only folks who didn’t watch with eager eyes? Red Sox management. They want me benched, or worse, shipped off to rehab.

It’s a long story, what happens next. How I end up on a boat, bound for the world’s most remote island: Tristan da Cunha. Just a speck of dust in the Atlantic.

Except my heart is there.
I don’t know that when I step onto the boat.
I don’t know a lot of things.
What I’ll covet…
What I’ll lose…

*Covet is the third standalone in the Sinful Secrets collection, where each book is inspired by a sin and centered around a secret.




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

Ella’s obsessions include vanilla cream soda, hiking, other weird, crunchy things like rock collecting, and the antics of her three little monsters.

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New Release – Beautifully Broken Pieces by Catherine Cowles

Title: Beautifully Broken Pieces
Series: Sutter Lake #1
Author: Catherine Cowles
Genre: Contemporary Romance with elements of Suspense
Release Date: February 25, 2019


A woman who’s lost everything.

Taylor is looking for peace and quiet away from the memories of all she’s lost. A small mountain town where no one knows her seems like the perfect escape.

A man battling the ghosts of his past.

Walker loves his life just the way it is. His town, his family, his brothers in blue. Everything simple and easy—until a chance encounter changes it all.

When Taylor’s solitude is interrupted by the rugged cop, they find that the very thing they were avoiding might be just what they both need. As their iron wills clash and passion flares…a killer lurks.

And you never know who might be caught in the crosshairs.



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Writer of words. Drinker of Diet Cokes. Lover of all things cute and furry, especially her dog. Catherine has had her nose in a book since the time she could read and finally decided to write down some of her own stories. When she’s not writing she can be found exploring her home state of Oregon, listening to true crime podcasts, or searching for her next book boyfriend.




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