Tuesday, October 30, 2018

REVIEW: The Day the Jerk Started Falling by Max Monroe


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Rule number one: don’t fall for your best friend’s brother.

Rule number two: don’t fall for jerks.

But rules go out the window the day the jerk starts falling...

The Jerk Duet is complete!

The Day the Jerk Started Falling, the fun and flirty conclusion of The Jerk Duet, from New York Times bestselling author Max Monroe is available NOW!

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OUR REVIEW:

Book two if this pairing, The Day the Jerk Started Falling, starts with Ollie's perspective of their love story and it's just as entertaining as you might suspect; there were lots of smiles and smirks and swoons happening. And then about half way through, we get to see the present day and what I thought was going to an entertaining and fairly smooth journey through Lucky and Ollie's romance suddenly had my blood pressure racing as I felt like I was in the novel watching the seconds tick away and what was going to happennnnnnn?!!! SPOILER ALERT: there's a happy ending.



Max Monroe novels are full of smiles and fun and the whole podcast set up in this duet was a fresh and relevant take on how to tell a story. 

My name is Oliver Arsen, but my mates call me Ollie.
I live hard and love harder, and it’s love that usually gets me in the most trouble.
According to the greater population, I’m the ultimate jerk.
My affection tends to be short-lived—a quality I’ve been assured multiple times by the fairer sex isn’t becoming—and the leaving part of loving and leaving has always come natural.
At least, it used to.
Until her.
Luciana Wright.
She’s an American bombshell and my sister’s best friend—a woman so wrong for
me, it’s written in the waves.
And she’s the reason we’re all here.
The reason I have to go back to explain how it all went wrong.
To the day the jerk started falling.
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Excerpt:

Podcast Series: The Day the Jerk Started Falling with Oliver Arsen Dating is easy, mates. The women are plentiful, the opportunities abundant, and the fun endless. I’ve taken a woman night surfing—only to end up using the board and the motion of the water for another purpose—jetted over to New Zealand for a two-day holiday with another, and given more than one a fair tour of my bedroom. No effort overspent, I enjoyed every moment of it. I live hard and love harder, but it’s the second one that usually gets me in the most trouble. My affection tends to be short-lived—a quality I’ve been assured multiple times by the fairer sex isn’t becoming. Basically, according to the greater population, I’m the ultimate jerk. And if you grouped the lot of my past conquests together and set me ablaze, not one of them would piss on me to save my life. Taking the next step, having a long-term relationship, has never been my forte. Commitment is hard. The thought of a one-woman wank for the rest of my life has barely ever been conceivable, let alone possible, and I have to blame that for how badly it all went. When I look back at my behavior, there has to be a reason. A reason, friends, that when it came to Luciana Wright, I fucked it all up. I’ve been cursed out, stomped on, slapped. Had my balls volleyed, spat on, and punched. And even, on one occasion, nearly run over by a car with a madwoman behind the wheel. But I’ve never been through the brutal torture of love. Until Lucky. She’s an American bombshell and my sister’s best friend—a woman so wrong for me, it should be written in the waves. And she’s the reason we’re all here. The exact reason why I strong-armed the lovely, albeit slightly hard-ass, editor of this fantastic website to let an Aussie bloke like me prattle on about his love woes. [chuckles] Vanessa, if you’re listening, I’m certain your balls are bigger than just about every man out there. And trust me, that is a compliment. [chuckles again] Also, thank you for your hospitality via podcast permission. It is much appreciated. And you, dear listeners, you should know that for the next God only knows how many episodes of this podcast series, I’m going to spend my time talking directly to Lucky. If you’re not her, but you’d like to keep listening, I urge you to help me. Help me by hearing me out. Help me by relating to my story. Help me plead my case. And to really prepare yourself to get the whole tale from both sides, listen to her podcast first. [distinct pause] I had you in my grasp, Lucky, but now it’s fallen apart. And in order to explain how it happened—to explain myself—I feel like I have to go back to the day it all began. To the day the jerk started falling.
About Max Monroe:
A secret duo of romance authors team up under the New York Times and USA Today Bestselling pseudonym Max Monroe to bring you sexy, laugh-out-loud reads. Max Monroe is the New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author of more than ten contemporary romance titles. Favorite writing partners and long time friends, Max and Monroe strive to live and write all the fun, sexy swoon so often missing from their Facebook newsfeed. Sarcastic by nature, their two writing souls feel like they’ve found their other half. This is their most favorite adventure thus far.
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Monday, October 29, 2018

REVIEW: The Legacy by Dylan Allen

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“Hands down, one of my fav reads this year!”

- Ilsa Madden-Mills, Wall Street Journal bestselling author

The Legacy, an all-new steamy contemporary romance standalone from Dylan Allen is available NOW!

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OUR REVIEW:

Shel: The Legacy reminds me of when I deep dived into contemporary romance in 2013. Remember that time in contemporary romance? Everything felt like a delicious escape--the characters lived these lives that were so far removed from the lives we live, whether it was jet-setting across the country or world, or over the top drama, or tension that was exploding off the page, those novels could just pull you in. This new novel by Dylan Allen feels similar. The wealthy hero, Hayes, meets the less than wealthy heroine, Confidence, and the sparks start flying. They clash. They're mouthy. He's bossy. She's sassy. They're both sexy and smart and stubborn and a lot of fun to read. She teaches him how to notice the world around him and he teaches her to open her eyes to things she fails to notice, too. Throw in some drama, Italy + Houston, and some seriously sexy times and you've got a hot weekend read. Court: This book is one of our favorite escapes, right? I seriously enjoyed it and could not put it down. The scenes are hot and all that we're looking for...but they also have a lot of other things too. There is some levity that brings about good conversation and really two people having conversations and being able to get to know each other and go from a enemies to friends to lovers state and it was very enjoyable to read. I always love when preconceived notions of someone get thrown out the window and when the layers are pulled back both characters are able to learn things about themselves in the process. Great writing, and a fun story make a great weekend like Shelley said! 


Shel: The Legacy is full of heart and passion and for those readers who've been around for a while, we bet you'll see it as a modern day throwback to those early indie days. Court: Yep and we love it! 


He's the king of all he surveys.
Except her.
Exiled for 15 years, Hayes Rivers has finally assumed his place as head of Houston’s oldest and most powerful family.
Now, they call him King.
A legacy of wealth and prestige are his to claim.
As age-old rivalries, long-buried secrets, and generations of betrayal threaten his birthright, he finds himself in a battle for control of his family’s future.
When he meets Confidence, she’s a sweet distraction.
Everything he shouldn’t want.
But after a weekend of passion and surprising intimacy,
he realizes she's everything he needs
He holds the keys to a kingdom,
But he covets the key to her heart.
And he'll stop at nothing to claim his queen.
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He rakes his eyes down my body. My white blouse feels thin under his heated gaze. I shift in my shoes when he lingers on my hips. “You’ve missed me,” he says. “I haven’t,’’ I lie. “If I touched your pussy, what would I feel?” he asks. “That’s one question you won’t be answering tonight.” “I want to touch you.” He dips his head and kisses my cheek. His hand grips my hip. “You’ll feel better when I’ve made you come,” he whispers against my cheek. He moves so fast that my ass is up on the edge of the sink before I can protest. “Do you want me to stop?” he asks. His finger trails up my leg and stops at my knee. Blood rushes in my ears, heat pools between my thighs. “Of course not,” I breathe. His fingers slip under the hem of my shorts and I grab his fingers. “But I’m going to ask you to anyway.” His eyes fly up to mine in surprise, but there’s no anger there. In fact, I think what I see is respect. “Why?” he asks and stands back up. If it could speak, my vagina would be cursing me out. “Because what I want isn’t what I need, Hayes.” “Why are they mutually exclusive?” “I don’t want to just be your partner in bed,” I admit. “Oh, Tesoro,” he sighs and drags his nose across my temple before he moves us back to facing each other. He cups my face in his hands and presses a soft kiss to my lips before he pulls back. “There’s not a pussy in this world I’d fall on my knees for. Not even yours,” he says, the fierce love and tenderness in his eyes stealing my breath. His eyes never leaving mine, he continues. “But for this, Tesoro…” His palms cover the space between my breasts and my heart kicks against the wall of my chest, desperate to find its way into the hand of the man it loves. “For the love of the most brilliant woman I’ve ever met.” He kisses me again. “I would spend the rest of my life on my fucking knees.” And then, my big, strong, beautiful man brings my entire world to a halt. He drops to his knees in front of me. On the floor of the public restroom. “Hayes, get up.” I tug his arm. “Please.” He grips my hips and presses his face in between my legs and inhales. “Goddamn.” His groan vibrates against me and moisture blooms beneath his mouth and nose. “I love the way your pussy smells. I fucking miss the way it tastes. I’m dying to feel it gripping my cock.” He rubs his nose against my clit and pleasure skitters, like the kiss of butterfly wings, all over my body. I thread my fingers into his thick, silky hair just as he leans away and stares up at me with that same fierceness. But now, it’s laced with need. He has the look of a predator, and I wish he would hurry up and catch me. “I want to plant my flag there so that everyone knows it’s mine. But, it’s not even in the top five of my favorite things about you, Confidence. And it’s certainly not the only thing I want.” He looks up at me through his honest, smart eyes, and the rest of the world falls away. “Oh, Hayes …” I trace the line of his strong brows and sweep down the slope of his nose. “I want your fire. I want your courage; I want your loyalty. I want your anger, your disdain, your disappointment.” I brush a lock of hair off his forehead. “I want you smiles; I want your laughter. I want you fighting for my team. And yes, I want your pussy. Every day.” He squeezes my hips, and I want to give him everything he’s just asked me for. But … “I can’t.” I shake my head, caught between my fear and my love and feeling like neither one of them are serving me well right now. “You won’t,” he chides me gently, but with real reproach in his voice. “But I understand.” He cuts off my protest. “You want to protect yourself. But you can’t. Not from me. Not from us. It’s all or nothing. And as long as we’re alive, it will never be nothing.” “Hayes, don’t …” I pull back slightly and shake my head. I don’t know what to say. “I know,” he says with real regret in his eyes. “I fucked up. But, I am not that asshole who treated you like you were nothing. I’m not ashamed of anything except that something I did made you feel like you were less than the miraculous person I know I’ll never deserve,” he says. My hand comes to my chest and my fingers clutch the front of my blouse. “Oh, Hayes,” is all I can manage. “But, I need you to understand—” His eyes go from pleading to demanding in a blink. “That you thought I was hiding something?” I interject. “No,” he says sharply. “That I’m responsible for my entire family. Not just the ones that are alive right now. But the ones who will be alive in a hundred years. I just had to keep the estate intact because I lost sight of that once and married someone who I barely knew.” “Well, I’m not her,” I remind him. “I know that … and I knew it in Italy, too. By the time the report came, I didn’t care what it said.” “Why not?” I ask. “I already knew everything that I needed to about you. You’re the woman who leans in when most people lean away,” he says. I want so badly to throw my arms around his neck and tell him it’s okay. That I see him, and that I’ll always lean in. “I’m going to show you why us. How us. I’m asking for a lot. Your future. Your love. Your loyalty. Your body. Your children. Your life,” he says. “But I’m offering you the same things in return.”

About Dylan Allen
Dylan Allen is a Texas girl with a serious case of wanderlust. A self-proclaimed happily ever junkie, she loves creating stories where her characters chase their own happy endings. When she isn’t writing or reading, eating or cooking, she and her family are planning their next adventure. Dylan Allen

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Thursday, October 25, 2018

NEW: The Day the Jerk Started Falling by Max Monroe

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Rule number one: don’t fall for your brother’s best friend.

Rule number two: don’t fall for jerks.

But rules go out the window the day the jerk starts falling...

The Jerk Duet is complete!

The Day the Jerk Started Falling, the fun and flirty conclusion of The Jerk Duet, from New York Times bestselling author Max Monroe is LIVE!

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My name is Oliver Arsen, but my mates call me Ollie.
I live hard and love harder, and it’s love that usually gets me in the most trouble.
According to the greater population, I’m the ultimate jerk.
My affection tends to be short-lived—a quality I’ve been assured multiple times by the fairer sex isn’t becoming—and the leaving part of loving and leaving has always come natural.
At least, it used to.
Until her.
Luciana Wright.
She’s an American bombshell and my sister’s best friend—a woman so wrong for
me, it’s written in the waves.
And she’s the reason we’re all here.
The reason I have to go back to explain how it all went wrong.
To the day the jerk started falling.
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Download your copy today or read FREE in Kindle Unlimited!
Amazon Worldwide: http://mybook.to/TDTJSF
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Start the Duet with The Day I Stopped Falling for Jerks!
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About Max Monroe:
A secret duo of romance authors team up under the New York Times and USA Today Bestselling pseudonym Max Monroe to bring you sexy, laugh-out-loud reads. Max Monroe is the New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author of more than ten contemporary romance titles. Favorite writing partners and long time friends, Max and Monroe strive to live and write all the fun, sexy swoon so often missing from their Facebook newsfeed. Sarcastic by nature, their two writing souls feel like they’ve found their other half. This is their most favorite adventure thus far.

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Wednesday, October 24, 2018

REVIEW: Reveling in Sin by Meghan March


   

OUR REVIEW:
Move over Dallas and Falcon Crest, there's a new series in town that's a modern day version of the nighttime soap operas of old. This series by Meghan March has been the best escapist fun I've had in a while.

Two rival families? ✔
Secrets and lies? ✔
Death and destruction? ✔
Outrageous claims? ✔
Sexy times? ✔
Drama, drama, drama? ✔✔✔

Swoony romance, HEAs, and all of your questions answered? Yes.
It has all the things. It was a ton of fun to read, had a lot of sweet friendship, and romance, and the hint of a possible follow up with a budding romance between two secondary characters who promise to spark every time they're on the page.

If you've been waiting for this trilogy to be complete and want a sexy, fun, over the top romance to dive into this week, this should be the one you read for.


Whitney Gable is the kind of woman you fight to the death to protect. To keep. To cherish. I’ve finally learned my lesson, and it’s time to prove I’m the man who’s worthy of her. I don’t care what it takes, because failure is not an option. No matter who or what stands in our way—this time, she’ll be mine forever  

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From New York Times bestselling author Meghan March comes a brand new saga of forbidden love and second chances.   A Riscoff and a Gable can never live happily ever after. Our family feud is the stuff of legends. Ten years ago, Whitney Gable caught me off guard with her long legs and grab-you-by-the-balls blue eyes. I didn’t know or care what her name was. Like any Riscoff worth the family name, I went after what I wanted. We burned like a flash fire until she married another man. She hates me, and she should. I objected on her wedding day. Now she’s home, with those same long legs and man-eater stare, but there’s no ring on her finger. They say a Riscoff and a Gable can never live happily ever after . . . but I’m not done with Whitney Gable. I’ll never be done with her.


 

Guilty until proven innocent. That’s the way the world works, right? I’m tired of being convicted without evidence, all because my last name is Gable. The Riscoffs might own this town, but I’m done following their rules. If only I could forget just how easily Lincoln Riscoff can drag me under his spell.    

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A New York Times, #1 Wall Street Journal, and USA Today bestselling author of over twenty novels, Meghan March has been known to wear camo face paint and tromp around in woods wearing mud-covered boots, all while sporting a perfect manicure. She’s also impulsive, easily entertained, and absolutely unapologetic about the fact that she loves to read and write smut. Her past lives include slinging auto parts, selling lingerie, making custom jewelry, and practicing corporate law. Writing books about dirty talking alpha males and the strong, sassy women who bring them to their knees is by far the most fabulous job she’s ever had. Sign up for Meghan's newsletter and receive exclusive content that she saves for her subscribers: http://meghanmarch.com/subscribe To get the inside scoop on a daily basis, search Meghan March's Runaway Readers on Facebook and join the fun.

Friday, October 19, 2018

REVIEW: The Day I Stopped Falling for Jerks by Max Monroe

Everyone calls me Lucky, but when it comes to love, I’m anything but.

The Day I Stopped Falling for Jerks, the first in the fun and flirty Jerk Duet from New York Times bestselling author Max Monroe is LIVE!

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I have a long history of dating the wrong men.
You know the ones I’m talking about.
The beautiful, charming guys who are quite literally too good to be true.
The ones who are impulsive in love and prefer short flings over long-term relationships.
I’m talking about the jerks.
The guys who taste so good, but are so very bad.
After going through the most ridiculous breakup in the history of breakups, I thought I’d learned my lesson. I officially put myself into jerk rehab and committed to changing my ways.
But, let’s be real here, love is never that easy.
Especially when an arrogant, charming, he-devil of a sexy alpha man gets involved.
Aussie accent.
Tanned skin.
Muscular, surfer bod.
Gorgeous brown eyes.
And the kind of sexy smile that brings women to their knees.
Oh, did I mention that he’s also my best friend’s brother?
Yeah. This story, my story, it’s a real doozy you guys.
The day I stopped falling for jerks, I met Oliver Arsen—the biggest jerk of all.

OUR REVIEW: 

The Day I Stopped Falling for Jerks by Max Monroe started as I anticipated--lots of comedy, one liners, quips, and general good humor. Lucky, our protagonist, uses humor as her shield, in my opinion. She uses it as a way to lighten up and cope with what she feels is a flaw: her aptitude for dating only jerk. The first part of this novel is really dedicated to her repeating to herself that she's on a no jerks diet, her new task at her job, and trying her damnedest to avoid the newest, most attractive, and should be off limits jerk.


It's at about the halfway point that it's evident that this is no longer just a funny retelling of how she came to having a podcast about her unfortunate predilection for jerks. It's here where we get more backstory, more emotion, and more of the romance part of the romcom. Don't get me wrong--the humor is there-- as is the desire to face palm, but there's more emotion too. And just when I'm all melty at the idea of this whole thing working out, some things happen that had me zooming through the last chapters and wondering how Max Monroe will write this second book. Not only am I curious about the other side of the story, but I'm very curious about how they'll craft the response. Will it be a traditional narrative or will someone get a podcast too? Hmmmm. Inquiring minds want to know. Luckily book two releases super soon, so no one will have to wait a long time to find out.

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About Max Monroe
A secret duo of romance authors team up under the New York Times and USA Today Bestselling pseudonym Max Monroe to bring you sexy, laugh-out-loud reads. Max Monroe is the New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author of more than ten contemporary romance titles. Favorite writing partners and long time friends, Max and Monroe strive to live and write all the fun, sexy swoon so often missing from their Facebook newsfeed. Sarcastic by nature, their two writing souls feel like they’ve found their other half. This is their most favorite adventure thus far.
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Thursday, October 18, 2018

NEW: The Day I Stopped Falling for Jerks by Max Monroe

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Everyone calls me Lucky, but when it comes to love, I’m anything but.

The Day I Stopped Falling for Jerks, the first in the fun and flirty Jerk Duet from New York Times bestselling author Max Monroe is LIVE!

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I have a long history of dating the wrong men.
You know the ones I’m talking about.
The beautiful, charming guys who are quite literally too good to be true.
The ones who are impulsive in love and prefer short flings over long-term relationships.
I’m talking about the jerks.
The guys who taste so good, but are so very bad.
After going through the most ridiculous breakup in the history of breakups, I thought I’d learned my lesson. I officially put myself into jerk rehab and committed to changing my ways.
But, let’s be real here, love is never that easy.
Especially when an arrogant, charming, he-devil of a sexy alpha man gets involved.
Aussie accent.
Tanned skin.
Muscular, surfer bod.
Gorgeous brown eyes.
And the kind of sexy smile that brings women to their knees.
Oh, did I mention that he’s also my best friend’s brother?
Yeah. This story, my story, it’s a real doozy you guys.
The day I stopped falling for jerks, I met Oliver Arsen—the biggest jerk of all.
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Download your copy today or read FREE in Kindle Unlimited!
Amazon Worldwide: http://mybook.to/TDISFFJMM
Add to GoodReads: http://bit.ly/2Qcxk5z
Preorder The Day the Jerk Started Falling today!
Amazon Worldwide: http://mybook.to/TDTJSF
Add to GoodReads: http://bit.ly/2IjtvbH
About Max Monroe
A secret duo of romance authors team up under the New York Times and USA Today Bestselling pseudonym Max Monroe to bring you sexy, laugh-out-loud reads. Max Monroe is the New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author of more than ten contemporary romance titles. Favorite writing partners and long time friends, Max and Monroe strive to live and write all the fun, sexy swoon so often missing from their Facebook newsfeed. Sarcastic by nature, their two writing souls feel like they’ve found their other half. This is their most favorite adventure thus far.
Connect with Max Monroe
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REVIEW: Long Live the Beautiful Hearts by Emma Scott

                     

   

OUR REVIEW:

Long Live the Beautiful Hearts has been on my most anticipated list since I knew it existed and it lived up to all of my anticipation. It was emotional as I expected to be and  yet Emma Scott gave the characters (and readers) some breathing room—some room to settle into life in the after and all that that meant. 

I loved these characters—Connor, Wes, and Autumn— and the messes they created. I loved the ragged edges, the tough conversations, and the absolute devotion and love that they had for each other. And the poetry? Gahhh. Emma Scott crafted this duet with the care, love, and devotion that these books needed. She respected the characters and her readers and gave us a most beautiful, slightly tortured, story that I cannot seem to stop thinking about. I love the choices she made as she created this world for Connor, Wes, and Autumn and I am truly sad that my reading time is over.

I don’t want to say much more —everyone should have the opportunity I had to go in blind—and I’ll end with this: this duet is one of my favorite reads of the year and it solidifies Emma Scott as an always must read.

SYNOPSIS:

 Never again would I allow my heart to become the plaything of someone else. Never again would I let a man (or men) come between me and my goals. Never again would I love without feeling the fullness of that love in return. Not until I knew it was real. And if that took me a lifetime to find, so be it. Those were my vows, and after all that had happened with Connor and Weston, I was determined to keep them. To protect my heart. And then he came home, and my vows became his promises. He held my heart in his hands with reverence and care. He helped me find my soul’s greatest purpose in life. He loved me with a love so pure and vibrant, I knew I’d never feel anything like it in a hundred lifetimes. It was real. Until it wasn’t. Until it all came crashing down when I discovered the deep love I thought I’d found was nestled in a web of lies—so soft and silken I hadn’t noticed it was there. Until it was too late. ********** Long Live the Beautiful Hearts is the emotional, heart-wrenching conclusion to the Beautiful Hearts Duet by bestselling author, Emma Scott, and is inspired by the classic tale, Cyrano de Bergerac. (Roxanne) THIS IS NOT YOUR TYPICAL LOVE TRIANGLE #confusedhearts #notamenage THIS BOOK IS NOT A STANDALONE. It should not be read without first reading Bring Down the Stars.


 

I fell for Connor Drake. I didn’t want to; I fought against it, but I fell in love with him anyway. With his words. With his poetry. With him. The gentleness and beauty of his soul that speaks directly to mine. He writes as if he can feel my heart, hear its cadence and compose the exact right lyrics to accompany every beat and flow. I’m in love with Connor…so why do I feel an inexplicable pull to his best friend, Weston? Grouchy, sullen, brooding Weston Turner, who could cut you down with a look. Fiercely intelligent with a razor sharp wit and acid tongue, he’s the exact opposite of Connor in every way, and yet there’s electricity in the air between us. The thorny barbs Weston wraps around himself can’t keep me away. But the more time I spend with these men, the more tangled and confused my emotions become. When they both sign up for the Army Reserves during a time of increasing strife in the Middle East, I fear I’ll never unravel my own heart that sometimes feels as if it will tear straight down the middle…for both of them. ********** Bring Down the Stars is an emotional, angst-filled novel of unrequited love by bestselling author, Emma Scott, and is inspired by the classic tale, Cyrano de Bergerac. (Roxanne) It is Book I in the Beautiful Hearts Duet, coming this summer. Book II, Long Live the Beautiful Hearts, to be released a few weeks later. #lovetriangle #confusedhearts #notamenage
        
  

Emma Scott is a bestselling author of emotional, character-driven romances in which art and love intertwine to heal, and in which love always wins. If you enjoy thoughtful, realistic stories with diverse characters and kind-hearted heroes, you will enjoy my novels.

Monday, October 15, 2018

REVIEW: Player by Staci Hart

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I should have known it was only a game.
I should have known he was too good to be true.
He’s nothing but a player...

Player, an all-new sexy, standalone romantic comedy from Staci Hart, is available NOW!

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OUR REVIEW:
Staci Hart's books are no guilty pleasure. They're pure pleasure. I will never feel guilty about looking forward to reading whatever she's written because I know I'll enjoy it. Whether she's ripping my heart to shreds, sending me on a goddess adventure, making me laugh until I cry, or swooning with the romance of it all, I know that I'm going to put her novels down with complete satisfaction.

I loved Player. I loved that the main characters featured were musicians--and not just any musicians, musicians for Wicked. I mean, seriously?! What a dream. And then that they were both from diverse backgrounds and that Val was a curvy girl?! Win, win, win. I especially loved that even though I knew things were going to backfire at some point, I didn't even care that I knew it was coming. Reading the build up of their relationship and the pure swoony romance of it all just carried me away and I found myself reading every spare second I could until I reached the sweet, romantic ending.

Loved it and cannot wait for the rest of these gals to get their stories. Bring it on, Staci Hart.

He’s a player.
He plays the bass with expert fingers. He plays women with intoxicating charm. And he’ll play me with the ease of a virtuoso.
Who better to teach me to play than the master himself?
I’m his model student, front row, pencil sharp. Pick up lines? I’ve got them. Free drinks? By the dozen. Kissing? Let me grab my chapstick.
But the most valuable lesson I’ve learned is that there’s so much I don’t know. Like why his touch sets off a chain reaction straight to my nethers. Or how I’m certain each kiss is the best I’ll ever have, until the moment his lips take mine again.
There’s so much I don’t know.
Like the fact that I’m only a bet.
But we are what we are. He’s a player, through and through.
And I’m the fool who fell in love with him.

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Excerpt:

The night flew by, time speeding up and sliding past with nothing to mark the hours but his laughter and my smiles and our bodies bouncing around the parquet like we had nothing in the world to do but dance. I had no idea how late it was until “New York, New York” came on with the house lights. Sam hooked me under his arm and guided me out into the chilly fall evening. Like an idiot, I’d come without a jacket, and I tried to play it off like I wasn’t cold. A shiver wracked down my spine, betraying me. He shrugged off his leather jacket. “Here, wear this.” “B-but then y-you’ll be cold,” I said, shifting away from him in an effort to stop him. “Look, it’s n-not even cold. It’s f-fake cold. It’s only what—like, sixty out? M-my body is j-just being drunk and d-dumb.” “Val.” The word was a gentle warning. He held out his jacket like a matador. “Put it on.” “N-no,” I said with a laugh. He shook it once like he was taunting me. “Toro.” I giggled, stumbling a little as I brought my hands to the top of my head, pointer fingers to the stars. “OlĂ©!” I cheered as I charged. But instead of running through his jacket, I found myself in his arms. I didn’t know how it happened. The jacket was there, and then it was gone. But instead of being laid out on the sidewalk like I should have been, Sam’s arms were hooked around my waist, our bodies winding together and twisting from the force of his catch. And then I looked up, and time stretched out in a long, still moment. His eyes on my mouth. Mine on his. His nose millimeters from mine and his mouth so close, if I turned my head just right, our lips would brush. The warmth of him was everywhere. I wasn’t cold anymore. I was on fire. So I said the first thing that entered my empty mind. “Are you going to kiss me, or am I gonna have to lie to my diary?” The moment broke with our laughter, filled the air around us, stopped my chugging heart. He pressed his lips to my forehead. I sighed. “I guess that’ll do.” He hooked his jacket over my shoulders, taking a moment to look over my face, watching his fingers as he tucked a loose curl behind my ear. “Come on. Let’s get you home. You did good tonight, Val.” “Thanks to your expert advice.” But he smiled. “Pretty soon, you’ll figure out you didn’t need me at all.” And I smiled back and pretended like it was possible that statement held an iota of truth.

About the Author

Staci has been a lot of things up to this point in her life -- a graphic designer, an entrepreneur, a seamstress, a clothing and handbag designer, a waitress. Can't forget that. She's also been a mom, with three little girls who are sure to grow up to break a number of hearts. She's been a wife, though she's certainly not the cleanest, or the best cook. She's also super, duper fun at a party, especially if she's been drinking whiskey. From roots in Houston to a seven year stint in Southern California, Staci and her family ended up settling somewhere in between and equally north, in Denver. They are new enough that snow is still magical. When she's not writing, she's reading, sleeping, gaming, or designing graphics.

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Sunday, October 14, 2018

REVIEW: Trusting You by Ketley Allison

Buy it: AMAZON

OUR REVIEW:

Let me warn you, that first chapter is a toughie. It was emotional and quite the introduction to Carter and Lily. Go from that to the introduction of Locke --the epitome of a player--and I was very curious about how all of this would go down. It wasn't an easy read; Ketley Allison made sure that these two had quite a few obstacles to get to their HEA. There were many secrets, omissions, and fears that tried to get in the way of exactly what the title was begging these two to do: TRUST. 

If you're looking for a meaty read that features a single dad, a woman who has taken on the role of mom out of love and necessity, NYC, and a secondary cast of characters who will most definitely show up again in the Ketley Allison universe, this is your book!

SYNOPSIS:

Her
CARTER

My best friend died tonight and her baby girl might be taken away from me, too, if I don’t find Lily’s father before she’s ripped out of my life for good.

Unfortunately, I know who he is. He’s my best friend’s ex, and I hate him in memory and on sight.

There’s just so little of my heart left, and I can’t—won’t—reserve any of it for that bastard, Lachlan Hayes.

Him
LOCKE

I didn't grow into adulthood as a screw-up, but turns out I'm settling into it just fine.

A pro-football prodigy, success was laid out in golden dollar signs—until an injury so cringe-worthy it went viral laid me out for good.

Since then, I’ve discovered booze and sex, and I get both whenever I want.

Until a girl shows up at my literal doorstep, telling me about a baby I never knew I had.

I’m in deep sh*t, because in no life plan did I think I’d raise a daughter, and I sure as hell didn’t think I’d fall in love with the woman that comes with her.

TRUSTING YOU is an angsty, slow burn, steamy, enemies-to-lovers romance with no cliffhanger. 

Thursday, October 11, 2018

NEW: Player by Staci Hart

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I should have known it was only a game.
I should have known he was too good to be true.
He’s nothing but a player...

Player, an all-new sexy, standalone romantic comedy from Staci Hart, is LIVE!

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He’s a player.
He plays the bass with expert fingers. He plays women with intoxicating charm. And he’ll play me with the ease of a virtuoso.
Who better to teach me to play than the master himself?
I’m his model student, front row, pencil sharp. Pick up lines? I’ve got them. Free drinks? By the dozen. Kissing? Let me grab my chapstick.
But the most valuable lesson I’ve learned is that there’s so much I don’t know. Like why his touch sets off a chain reaction straight to my nethers. Or how I’m certain each kiss is the best I’ll ever have, until the moment his lips take mine again.
There’s so much I don’t know.
Like the fact that I’m only a bet.
But we are what we are. He’s a player, through and through.
And I’m the fool who fell in love with him.

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Download your copy today or read FREE in Kindle Unlimited!
Amazon Worldwide: http://mybook.to/PlayerSH
Add to GoodReads: http://bit.ly/2PwVrfH

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About the Author
Staci has been a lot of things up to this point in her life -- a graphic designer, an entrepreneur, a seamstress, a clothing and handbag designer, a waitress. Can't forget that. She's also been a mom, with three little girls who are sure to grow up to break a number of hearts. She's been a wife, though she's certainly not the cleanest, or the best cook. She's also super, duper fun at a party, especially if she's been drinking whiskey.
From roots in Houston to a seven year stint in Southern California, Staci and her family ended up settling somewhere in between and equally north, in Denver. They are new enough that snow is still magical. When she's not writing, she's reading, sleeping, gaming, or designing graphics.
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Monday, October 8, 2018

REVIEW: Cards of Love by Sierra Simone



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Cards of Love: The Moon by Sierra Simone 
Release Date: October 5th 
Genre: Erotic Romance 
Cover Designer: Lori Jackson at Lori Jackson Design



OUR REVIEW:

Sierra Simone always brings the heat and this novella is no different *fans self*. She also brings a love story that feels pretty epic. It spans centuries, feels like a double edged sword of sweet pain, and also fits the genre of magical realism. Makes sense when who I'm referring to is Merlin and Nimue.

I really love that Sierra Simone has gone all in with her retelling of Camelot. She's leaving no story untouched and her nods to the myths and legends make these modern day stories feel complex and respectful to the originals. The reverence she has for the characters is evident and yet she's not afraid to dirty them up, to imbue them with a deep sense of history and longing, and to create something new and relevant to modern readers.

I have the hugest crush on Sierra Simone's creativity and her brain and this novella has me very excited for the new novels she'll be releasing in the upcoming year. If you're a fan of her American Queen series and/or a fan of a retelling of a classic, you're going to love this new take on Merlin and Nimue.


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Blurb:
She’s angry that I left. I’m angry that I died.
It’s the trouble with our two lives: we don’t only have one past to work through, but two. Double the pain, twice the betrayal.
A million times the tragedy.
***The Moon is the story of Merlin and Nimue from the New Camelot trilogy. It’s recommended that you read the trilogy first, as there are American King spoilers in The Moon.***
(Cards of Love is a massive multi-author project, a series of love letters to the mysterious and inspirational world of tarot cards. These can be read in any order, as the only thing the Cards of Love books share is their common inspiration from the world of tarot.)

 
Excerpt
A hiss in the darkness, then a flame, bright and dancing and unwelcome.
A match, I think, and then I think, why?
And then: where am I?
“You’re awake,” says a voice like water. A voice I love. It still doesn’t help me figure out where I am.
“Am I?” I ask. “Awake?”
Like I said earlier, I don’t dream as such, but when I close my eyes, the memories and visions are there, dogging my sleep. And I think maybe—yes, there is also a memory like this. A memory of a dark-haired girl and a cave sparkling with light, the night air heavy with the ecstatic cries we fed it.
“You are awake, Merlin.” The flame moves, calves another flame, and then is blown out. A candle now glows softly against the face of a woman standing at the end of the bed I’m on.
Dark brows arch high over clear blue eyes and a long nose curves gracefully down the woman’s oval face, framed by a high forehead and cheekbones, and a beautiful, if narrow, jaw. Her lips are on the thin side, but perfectly sculpted, giving her an expressive, fascinating mouth. Coffee-dark hair hangs in glossy sheets around her face and down her back.
She’s haunting. Haunting even as a girl, but now even more so as a woman.
“Nimue,” I say, and for the first time I notice how thirsty I am. I make to sit up—and realize my hands are tied to the bed.
Nimue sets the candle down on an end table, and it illuminates the space enough to show me that
I’m indeed in a room and not in the damp mouth of a cave.It means it’s now and not then, which I suppose I should be grateful for.
After all, I died then.
A silver key glints from just below the smile of her clavicle, the bottom tip of it pointing to the sweet valley between her breasts I used to know so well. They are small and pert—her body still the lithe dancer’s body she had as a girl—and my flesh responds to the sight of those little handfuls, the memory of them. The fantasy of her dusky nipples dragging along the underside of my aching cock is enough to have my body warming, and that’s when I really become aware that I’m not only tied to the bed, but I’m also dressed in a pair of black boxer briefs and nothing else.
Well, nothing else except for the padded cuff around my ankle.
Nimue leans forward to untie my wrist, which leaves the front of her swishy dress gaping forward enough that I can see those nipples now, dark rose and erect.
I’d tasted them frequently once upon a time.
Once upon a time, twice.
In another life, I’d known the feel of her breasts against my lips and tongue better than I’d known almost anything else.
With one of my wrists freed, Nimue straightens and nods at the other. “You can untie yourself. You’ll find that the chain allows you more than enough length to do everything you need. I’m obviously trusting you not to do anything self-destructive, but should the need arise, I can take away this particular freedom.” She says it cheerfully, almost as if the idea of taking away my freedom delights her.
The key on her chest glints as she steps back, and I understand that it’s the key that unlocks my cuff—the same cuff that is connected to a ring in the floor by a length of slender chain.
Anger comes.
And with it shame.
And with that, fear.
I died once this way, and I’d rather not do it again.
I lunge for my other wrist to untie it, needing to be free, needing to reach for Nimue to kiss her or kill her—but by the time I untie myself, she’s out the door with it shut and locked behind her.

 

About the Author: Sierra Simone is a USA Today Bestselling former librarian (who spent too much time reading romance novels at the information desk.) She lives with her husband and family in Kansas City

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