We pick up right after that last nail-biting, jaw-dropping cliffhanger in Elite….I swear Ivy is trying to give me a heart attack with this series!
I had bangxiety, murderxiety, which-boy-is-going-to-get-his-heart-brokenxiety…ok you get my drift. Brooklyn does gets herself into trouble more often than not. This is book three and it does appear to be her pattern, but the world around her is not the friendliest place.
Isabelle, her half sister, hates her, enough that she has tried to seriously hurt her multiple times. Matt and Brooklyn don’t always have the best communication which is why Brooklyn ends up kissing multiple boys, but those boys are drawn to the sweet innocence that seems to pour out of her considering she didn’t grow up there so it’s hard to blame her as the only one in the wrong. Then we have her father who is a bit of an enigma, is he exactly good or all bad? Will we find out….Hence the high anxiety. Ivy keeps it running through the entire book, which kept me turning pages from cover to cover.
Betrayal had it all, more Matt and Brooklyn, more Hunter brothers, more drama, just more and yet I’m still anxious for more.
My new family is dangerous. I’ve heard the whispers. I’ve seen it firsthand. And my new last name puts me in danger too.
The only thing keeping me in this city is Matthew Caldwell. If I didn’t love him, I’d be long gone. But he says I’m changing. That I’m becoming the thing I hate. And I’m worried he might be right. What if I’m actually the dangerous one?
Because all I want to do is prove I belong here just as much as anyone else. I’m going to become one of the elite. I’m going to live like an Untouchable. And no one will be able to break me. Ever. Again.
But while I’m focused on fitting into this new world, I forget that the stakes are so much bigger than who’s the most popular at Empire High. I’m playing with life and death.
I should have seen it coming. After all…I betrayed everyone to get to where I am. It makes sense that one of them would betray me too.
This was my first venture into the Brayshaw world and Break Me did not disappoint.
The Kings of Brayshaw rule the town, the people, everything. Each of his brothers before have fallen in love and have already started their family leaving Royce Brayshaw as the last man standing. While Royce and his brothers are super close and they live in the same mansion together so Royce isn’t really alone, he feels lonely at the end of the night when they all head to their separate wings. However, he fools himself into thinking that he is fine being alone, only filling his bed with random women and being known as the party boy, that is until he meets Brielle Bishop and she drives him just a little bit crazy.
Brielle was supposed to be an end to a means for retaliation. However, when Royce brings her back to Brayshaw she fits into his world better than he ever expected. Brielle was never allowed to opportunity to grow up in Brayshaw like her older brother, Bass, was. Instead she was shipped off to live with her aunt and she has missed her brother every day they’ve been apart. When Royce brings her the opportunity to be closer to the one person she’s been missing she knows she won’t mess it up. She doesn’t care how miserable he intends to make her life it can’t be worse than what she was living in.
Royce and Brielle play a game of cat and mouse throughout most of the book. He refuses to give in to what he’s feeling, while she just wants to prove that she belongs. Their circle around each other gets smaller and smaller until they are left standing on top of each other, but will his darkness pull her under or will her light shine bright enough for both of them?
This whole world, while new to me, didn’t leave me wondering who was who, or what was happening. Break Me is well written and the characters are well developed, so I had no trouble jumping in and following right along.
I had a plan, and it was solid.
Track down what was hidden away and take pleasure in toying with it.
Toying with her.
It worked like a charm.
Until it didn’t.
Turned out, the feisty little thing I found was far from what I hoped for.
She was different from all I knew and more than I expected.
She was light, and I’m the bastard who led her into darkness.
But this girl… she followed with a smile.
I told her I break pretty things.
She asked me to promise.
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Today we have the release day blitz of Victoria James’s Snowed In With the Firefighter! Check out this gorgeous new romance and be sure to get your copy today!
Title: Snowed in With the Firefighter
Author: Victoria James
Genre: Holiday Romance
About Snowed In With the Firefighter:
Dr. Melody Mayberry’s life just took a turn that’s left her questioning everything. Where better to hide out than the remote family cabin in the mountains? The last thing she expects to find there is her swoon-worthy brother-in-law, the one man who may have more baggage than her.
Finn Matthews is not ready to face the fact that the recent injury he sustained in a fire may have ended his firefighting career. He’s not interested in sharing the cabin with anyone, let alone Melody, and their family just texted with yet another unwelcome surprise—they’ll be there Christmas Eve.
To keep their meddling family at bay, the two team up to fake a little holiday cheer. But between ridiculously competitive Monopoly games, marathon Christmas decorating, and a storm that strands them together with nothing but a fire and a warm couch, they realize something major—their fake holiday cheer isn’t feeling so fake anymore, and that’s something neither of these two Grinches expected…
“Christmas with all of them? Decorating? He pointed at Melody with his coffee mug. “This is your fault. You can’t just go around saying our worst nightmares out loud and expect them not to happen.”
She gasped. “That’s ridiculous. And not at all how the world works.”
He shook his head. “You believe what you want. We’re stuck either way. The worst part is they’re all…” He grimaced. “Nice. Like, too nice. And over-the-top happy. And this is their cabin, so we can’t even say no.”
She groaned. “I know. They probably think they’re doing us a favor. We have no choice. Other than just run away, which is still a possibility, but that’s too obvious at this point. I guess we’re doing Christmas and we have to fake being happy.”
He frowned. “I’m happy.”
She tilted her head, her eyes narrowing on him. “You’re about as happy as I am.”
“Fine. But I wouldn’t say I’m that bad.”
Her mouth dropped open. “What is that supposed to mean?”
He sipped his coffee slowly, deliberating whether or not he wanted to start an argument or end this conversation. If he ever hoped to get her to open up, an argument probably wasn’t the way to go. “I’m just saying, you seem really unhappy, and it seems like I’m not the only one who thinks that. Everyone must. That’s why they’re coming up here. They probably already assumed you wouldn’t go back for Christmas.”
“How do you know this is about me? If I were them, I’d be more worried about the person who’s been locked away up here for months,” she said with a triumphant little smirk, which he found inexplicably adorable.
He grunted. “Well, when they get here, they’ll see just how happy I am.”
She shook her head and crossed the kitchen, grabbing a notepad and a bunch of different-colored pens from her purse. He straightened up, worried, as she started writing. “What is all that?”
“Planning. Faking happiness and Christmas cheer takes a lot of work. No one will believe us. No one will believe you, especially with that beard. So now we’re going to start a list of things to decorate and get ready so no one thinks we’re miserable. We have three days to get happy.”
He walked over to the island. “Can’t a man let his facial hair grow without constant commentary? This doesn’t mean I’m miserable.”
She gave him a side-eyed glance and continued with her notes. “You need to shave it off. They won’t stop bothering you until you do.”
He turned his attention to what she was writing. The page was divided into columns, and the heading for the first column was Happy Decorations in red ink, underlined a few times.
The next column was Happy Food.
He didn’t even know what was happening anymore. “I didn’t know there was happy food.”
She paused and gave him a pitiful glance. “Of course, because you’re not happy. Hot chocolate, eggnog, gingerbread cookies…oh, marshmallows for the hot chocolate—happy people love adding those—and we should get some kind of pre-fab gingerbread house for Isabella.”
“I think happy people make them from scratch,” he said, just to bother her.
She shook her head, still writing. “We don’t have time.”
“None of that stuff is going to make people think we’re happy,” he said, pointing to the ridiculous list.
She put down her pen with a theatrical sigh and turned to him. “Do you have a better idea? I mean, the only thing I’ve heard out of you since we got the text is blaming me for bringing the family down onto us and your self-consciousness about your beard. We’re stuck in this situation together, so it would be really nice to have some cooperation. Think outside the box. Like, look at this chart I’m making. I think we should make more coffee and brainstorm.”
He was barely following her train of thought. “What? I’m not making a chart on how to be happy, Melody. I know how to be happy. I’m a very happy person. No color coding in the world is going to make me look happier,” he snapped.
She gave him a side-eye and a smirk. “Sure. So happy.”
He ran his hand over his beard and forced himself to not sound irritated. “Also, I’m not self-conscious about my beard.”
She raised a brow and picked up a green pen. He had the uncontrollable urge to grab all the pens and throw them in the snow.
“You know what this is?” he asked, wondering how he hadn’t seen this all along.
She finished her coffee and let the pen fall from her hands before crossing her arms over her chest and turning to him again. “Let’s hear it. Hopefully, it involves shaving the beard.”
He frowned and ignored that comment. “Well, you know how they’re all sitting there plotting about us. Trying to set us up?”
She frowned. “No, I don’t think so. I think they got the message. Nothing would ever happen between us.”
He took a step closer to her, slightly irked that she felt that way. “Fine. Wishful thinking. Ben’s trying to get me back because this is what I did when Molly moved to Shadow Creek.”
Her mouth dropped open. “You set them up and meddled?”
He shrugged. “Yeah, it was pretty bad. I literally threw him under the bus. Our mother was coming out of surgery, and I told her they were engaged. I’m basically responsible for their entire relationship.”
She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “I’m sure that’s a gross exaggeration. But anyway…so? What does this have to do with us?”
“Ben and Molly must actually think they can do the same thing to us. What I did took talent. The whole idea is ridiculous. Way too much snooping in our lives. They won’t let you go away for the holidays and run from whatever it is you’re running from, I’m not allowed to grow facial hair without a doctor’s note, and then they make it obvious they’re trying to set us up. Clearly the only logical thing for us to do is actually pretend their dumb trick worked.” He leaned back and grinned. “We pretend to be a couple for the holidays.”
She choked on her coffee. “Are you kidding me?” she managed in a strangled voice, her eyes wide.
He wasn’t sure whether he should laugh or be insulted. “Why would I lie about this? Think about it: we’ll get the ultimate victory when Christmas is over, and we tell them it was all a joke. As if you and I would ever get together.”
About Victoria James:
Victoria James is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of contemporary romance.
Victoria always knew she wanted to be a writer and in grade five, she penned her first story, bound it (with staples and a cardboard cover) and did all the illustrations herself. Luckily, this book will never see the light of day again.
In high school she fell in love with historical romance and then contemporary romance. After graduating University with an English Literature degree, Victoria pursued a degree in Interior Design and then opened her own business. After her first child, Victoria knew it was time to fulfill her dream of writing romantic fiction.
Victoria is a hopeless romantic who is living her dream, penning happily-ever-after’s for her characters in between managing kids and the family business. Writing on a laptop in the middle of the country in a rambling old Victorian house would be ideal, but she’s quite content living in suburbia with her husband, their two young children, and very bad cat.
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Delilah takes one more drink straight from the bottle..
“It’s a clockwork heart,” she says. “My stepmom still doesn’t know because it’s a giant tattoo right on my chest, and I think it might give her a stroke.”
A memory taps at me, floats into my brain: Delilah, holding a fruit basket at my front door, pulling her shirt to cover gauze.
“Seems like she’s about to know if I figured it out,” I say, taking the bottle back.
“She’s got better things to do right now,” Delilah says, shrugging.
I take a drink.
“Than stare at your tits?” I ask. “Like what?”
Right here, right now, I cannot think of a better pastime to save my life.
“I thought we were friends, Seth.”
“It’s a friendly stare,” I say, but I lift my eyes to her face. “Friends can’t look at tattoos?”
Suddenly the lights in the hall dip low, until they’re almost out, then slowly brighten. When they stop, they’re dimmer than they were before.
“How long have you had it?” I ask.
It’s so quiet in this hallway that I think I can hear the old house settling, each individual wooden slat shifting a millimeter down.
“Two years and change,” she says quietly, her eyes meeting mine.
My hand drifts to her waist, and she moves into me. A tiny, almost imperceptible movement, amplified until her warmth under my hand is all I can feel.
I can feel her breathing under my fingers. I can feel her heart beat, thumping away, and I force myself not to read into the timeline or into the tattoo.
Instead I lean into her, again. My face against hers, again, the feeling that my bones are dissolving at her nearness, the feeling that I’ve forgotten how to breathe.
“Do you have anything new?” she asks, her voice nearly a whisper.
“No tattoos,” I say, and I keep tracing the flowers on the lace with my fingertips, pressing into her soft flesh, and she puts her hand on my chest, her thumb sliding between the buttons on my shirt. I don’t know if it’s an accident or not, but either way, she doesn’t move it back.
“I did something stupid and got a new scar. It’s on my shoulder, I’ll show you if you want.”
Delilah gasps, the tiniest, slightest gasp.
“Right now?” she murmurs.
“Unless you’d rather see it later.”
Now her hand is on the tie that she loosened earlier, the lightest pressure pulling against the back of my neck.
“What else?” she asks.
“Two years and nothing else has changed?”
I haven’t been with anyone else. I haven’t even kissed anyone else, not since the last time we were together, not since she moved back to town.
Before, when she was hundreds of miles away, I could push her from my mind. I could forget about her for hours at a time.
Now, that’s impossible.
“Two years, three months, and sixteen days,” I say, my voice rough and raw with the truth, and there’s a pull at the back of my neck as she pulls at my tie and finally, finally, I kiss her.
I feel like a stadium when the lights go out. Like a concert hall when the orchestra stops tuning and suddenly plays the first note of a symphony. The background noise stops and the note swells, shifts, breaks into harmony.
This is all there is.
About Roxie I love writing sexy, alpha men and the headstrong women they fall for.
My weaknesses include: beards, whiskey, nice abs with treasure trails, sarcasm, cats, prowess in the kitchen, prowess in the bedroom, forearm tattoos, and gummi bears.
I live in California with my very own sexy, bearded, whiskey-loving husband and two hell-raising cats.
A USA Today bestselling, award-winning author, A. M. Madden is also a Jersey girl whose addiction to romance started at twelve after reading Judy Blume’s Forever.
As a self-proclaimed hopeless romantic, she truly believes that true love knows no bounds.
In her books, she aspires to write fun, sexy, realistic love stories that will stay with you long after you turn the last page. She creates realistic characters and believes there’s no better compliment than when readers feel they know the characters personally.
When not writing, she’s busy being a wife to her soul mate, and a mother to two boys who she believes are the most handsome men on earth. She loves to cook, hates to bake, and dreams about living at the beach someday.
2016 eLit Gold Medalist – Best Romance Ebook – The Shortstop
2016 IPPY Silver Medalist – Best Romance Ebook – The Shortstop
2018 Book Excellence Finalist – Finding Mr. Wrong (co-written with Joanne Schwehm).
2019 Book Excellence Finalist – Scoring Mr. Romeo (co-written with Joanne Schwehm).
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PRE-ORDER BLITZ Title: Grave Series: Royal Devils MC: Chicago #1 Author: Erin Trejo Genre: MC Romance/Romantic Suspense Release Date: February 11, 2021 BLURB
I was left for dead. I had a plan the whole time, I just needed to execute it precisely. Silla wasn’t part of my plan but I couldn’t leave her on her own. Finding out who she was was a shock to me. Yet, I liked the mouthy girl and she would come in handy. Now we’re going to take over the club. One member at a time.
I take a deep breath before standing and glancing around. It feels like everything moves in slow motion. The bullets fly but I can’t hear a damn thing. One bullet rips through my side as I spin around to fire at whoever it was that shot me. Our eyes lock and just as I’m about to pull the trigger, he fires first. Each bullet hits me, knocking the air from my lungs. Pain radiates through my body as I slowly fall to the floor. The last person I see…is him.
USA Today Best-Selling Author. Erin is an author of all things Alpha. Her specialty is MC romance but loves to dip into dark romance too. She will weave you a story that will have you gasping for air as you try to figure out what’s going to happen next. All of Erin’s books will have some form of romance as well as suspense. With that being said you need to keep in mind that Erin’s tagline is always true. Fairy Tales Don’t Always Have A Happy Ending. Do you think you’re ready to take the plunge into Connect with Erin! She loves her stalkers.
“Yet again Bella has produced a masterpiece in writing!” ~ World of Books 65
“Wow! This Dark romance was addictive.” ~ Reading in the Red Room
“DARK, TORRID AND ENTICING!” ~ Donna, Goodreads Reviewer
“I absolutely DEVOURED this book and right off the bat, I will tell you that this is a TOP 2020 FAVE.” ~ Lydia H.
“My dark romance loving heart is in pure bliss. The Devil’s Vow by Bella J. was a beautifully twisted and gloriously sinful arranged marriage mafia romance. It has one of the most lethal and gorgeous antiheroes I ever read with equally sassy and fierce heroine. Dark. Depraved. Debauched. Dramatic. Perfection!” ~ PP’s Bookshelf
“Bella J you have done it again with The Devil’s Vow. This book is full of all the dark and twisted things we have grown to love about our dark books.” ~ Red Hatter Book Blog
All the way from Cape Town, South Africa, Bella J lives for the days when she’s able to retreat to her writer’s cave where she can get lost in her little pretend world of romance, love, and insanely hot bad boys.
Bella J is a Hybrid Author with both Self-Published and Traditional Published work. Even though her novels range from drama, to comedy, to suspense, it’s the dark, twisted side of romance she loves the most.
I’ve been in love with Katie Walker for as long as I can remember. She was my childhood best friend, and I was addicted to her contagious laugh, fearless attitude, and messy blonde hair that smelled like wild strawberries. We experienced many firsts together, but I hid my true feelings for years—scared I’d lose her forever if things didn’t work out. After my cousin Gabe moved to our small, southern town, we lost our alone time and became a party of three. Before I could confess how I felt, he swept Katie off her feet and asked her out. Their high school romance led to marriage, and after I learned they were expecting their first child, I drank myself stupid for a week straight. I pretended to be happy for them, but was dying inside. Gabe was all wrong for her, though I only had myself to blame. So when I caught him cheating on the only woman I’ve ever loved, I snapped and a deadly fight erupted. Before I could comprehend what happened, I was charged with his murder. Ten years later, I’m released from prison and head straight to Katie’s house. I want to beg for a second chance to be in her life. But after I’ve ignored her letters, denied her requests to visit me behind bars, and pushed her away—she slams the door in my face. I’ve only ever wanted to protect her, even if she wasn’t mine. The pain of missing her is nothing compared to losing her for good. But this time, I’m not holding back.
**Book 1 in the Noah & Katie duet and must be read first.**
Release Date: March 16
Book 2 in the Noah & Katie duet Official synopsis coming soon
Brooke Cumberland and Lyra Parish are a duo of romance authors who teamed up under the USA Today pseudonym, Kennedy Fox. They share a love of Hallmark movies & overpriced coffee. When they aren’t bonding over romantic comedies, they like to brainstorm new book ideas.
One day in 2016, they decided to collaborate under a pseudonym and have some fun creating new characters that’ll make you blush and your heart melt. Happily ever afters guaranteed!
Former heiress Ashe Pembroke can’t believe her life has turned into a freaking cliché, a modern day Cinderella living under the thumb of her ruthless stepmother, hated by her perfect stepsister, and treated as a servant in her own home. Then on her worst day ever, she meets Sebastian Bradford, a handsome prince charming if ever she’s seen one. Their chemistry is hot and instant. But imagine her surprise when he brings along his hunky spec ops lover, Elijah, who issues panty-melting orders in a deep voice like smooth cut velvet. Suddenly her life—and she—is turned upside down in ways she never, ever dreamed of!
The sex is ridiculous. Exciting and…well, just plain mindblowing. The two men are clearly madly in love with each other, and it’s rubbing off on her in all the best ways. They treat her like royalty, and cater to her every sexual fantasy while indulging in a few of their own. As she gets to know Sebastian and Elijah, she finally understands the power of true love, and begins to fight for her freedom. She desperately wants to accept the unique life they are offering her. But is it really possible to fall in love with more than one person at the same time, and together have a happily ever after?
ABOUT EDEN FRENCH
Eden French is a North American author of erotic queer romance with swoon worthy heroes and happy ever afters. A hot yoga junkie, she often gets some of her best ideas while in a difficult pose. She’s a relentless daydreamer, chocoholic, and Scotch whisky aficionado who likes life a bit kinky, and spends as much time as possible playing with the sexy characters in her head.
A born and raised California girl, she graduated from San Francisco State University with an English Lit degree, and has a borderline obsession for Mexican food. Eden currently resides in the quirky Pacific Northwest with her amazing spouse and four…yes, four, fur-babies.
Marie James is a USA Today Bestselling Author of contemporary romance. She’s book boyfriend crazy, the mother of two rowdy boys, and a wife of 15+ years. She’s obsessed with tacos, otters, and FunCo Pops figures. Born, raised, and still living in central Texas, Marie spends most of her time locked away writing and reading.
New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of PUCKED, Helena Hunting lives on the outskirts of Toronto with her incredibly tolerant family and two moderately intolerant cats. She writes contemporary romance ranging from new adult angst to romantic sports comedy.