Release Blitz: Flutter (Nash Brothers #3) by Carrie Aarons ~ 5 stars

𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 (𝐍𝐚𝐬𝐡 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞):

He can’t stand her, and best believe, the feeling is mutual.
Her life is the complete opposite of what he desires.
So, why can’t they keep their hands off each other?

Forrest Nash is a smug know-it-all. With his brains, ridiculous good looks and penchant for disobeying the laws of both the police and the dark web, Fawn Hill’s resident genius is cockier than any man Penelope Briggs has ever encountered. It doesn’t help that their six-year age difference makes him completely ineligible in her eyes. Add in the fact that he doesn’t want marriage or babies, and that should eliminate him from the dating pool forever. But it doesn’t mean she can’t sleep with him. Once. Or twice. Or ten times. Against all logic, though, Forrest seems to be sneaking into her heart at the same time he’s sneaking into her bed.

Penelope Briggs is one bossy, obnoxious woman. With three young children, a calendar full of school drop-offs and sports, and enough emotional baggage to fill an airplane, this widow is definitely not what Forrest Nash is looking for. And yet, he can’t get enough of the maddening bombshell. But as their hook-ups become a constant, so does his involvement in Penelope’s life. The things he swore he never wanted, love and kids, seem to be the only things on his mind. And when an attack from his part of the cyber world threatens her safety, he’ll have to admit his feelings for the woman he’d do anything to protect. What started as a convenient friends-with-benefits situation is quickly growing wings. Even if both parties are trying hard to ignore the flutter.

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Review

Okay.

Carrie Aarons needs to stop making the Nash heroes so freaking amazing! Though I love them all, I think Forrest will be my favourite out of the quartet. Honestly, she blew my expectations out of the water with this one.

Forrest is the most sarcastic, crude Nash brother. The one that hides behind the façade of someone who doesn’t really care about anything or anyone. Yet, he does care – about the one woman who’s had his heart ever since he was a preteen. Too bad she doesn’t really SEE the man he’s become.

Forrest hides behind his intelligence & sharp wit; it saved him as a child, and it protects him now as an adult. Yet, underneath his crass exterior, is the guy who looks out for everyone.

We’re like oxygen and flames. Matches and gasoline. And when we mix for just long enough, we burn the whole place down.”

Penelope Briggs feels overwhelmed by life. The escape she seeks comes in the last form she expected – Forrest Nash – her nemesis. Yet the charge she gets from their every encounter begins to translate to more than just sexual chemistry, something she never thought would happen for her again.

From the first time I met Penelope, I admired her. Life has knocked her around a few times, yet she’s remained as strong as she could. I love how passionate & opinionated she is.

I really loved this book. There were many sweet moments interspersed with the love/hate fireworks the couple created. The layer of suspense only enhanced what was already a well-written enemies-to-lovers romance.

I can’t wait to read Falter, though I am already dreading the end of this series.

I voluntarily read & reviewed an ARC of this book.

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Author of romance novels such as The Tenth Girl and Privileged, Carrie Aarons writes books that are just as swoon-worthy as they are sarcastic. A former journalist, she prefers the love stories of her imagination, and the athleisure dress code, much better. When she isn’t writing, Carrie is busy binging reality TV, having a love/hate relationship with cardio, and trying not to burn dinner. She lives in the suburbs of New Jersey with her husband, daughter and Lab/Great Dane rescue.

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Release Blitz: Cosmopolitan (Happy Hour #4) by Kristen Hope Mazzola ~ 3 stars

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From bestselling author Kristen Hope Mazzola, comes a brand-new romantic comedy series!

Cheers to the best group of friends a woman could ask for.
Cheers to small apartments and even smaller…paychecks.
Cheers to a broken heart and healing it one Cosmopolitan at a time.
Cheers to Happy Hour!

Caroline Waters has always been sweet as cherry pie. The token sweetheart of her group of friends and a first-grade teacher, Caroline lives life by one simple rule: everything is better with a smile.

There’s only one problem, she’s putting on a brave front for her gal-pals. Unlucky in love, watching all three of her best friends basking in new thriving relationships, Caroline has given up on finding that special someone.

Isn’t it funny when Cupid’s arrow strikes when you least expect it? But will Caroline’s streak of dating bad luck keep her from seeing the man right in front of her face?

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Review

Caroline is parts turned on and turned off whenever her new boss, Blake, is in the same room. He’s handsome, yet the words that come out of his mouth drive her up a wall.

As Blake & Caroline go back and forth, her band of girlfriends and their significant others join forces to ensure that their insanity has some less-than-intense moments.

I voluntarily read & reviewed an ARC of this book.

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Bestselling author, Kristen Hope Mazzola, is a Florida native that has found herself loving a North Carolina life. She writes contemporary romance ranging from steamy romantic comedy, sexy erotica, angsty new adult, all the way to sports romance – with dirty bikers, hot military men, and swoon-worthy rockstars in between.

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Release Blitz: Bootyversary (Booty Call #2) by Frankie Love & C.M. Seabrook ~ 4 stars

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Bootyversary [boo-tee-ver–sa-ry] noun: when someone has had the same booty call for a year.

The issue: Peyton’s sworn off military men.

The compromise: A booty call when I’m on leave.

The reason tonight changes everything: It’s our one-year BOOTYVERSARY.

It’s supposed to be magic – me telling her she’s the one.

But Peyton has other ideas.

And she sure as hell isn’t prepared to wear a ring.

Yet.

I’m not giving up on her.

Not now, not ever … not even when she totally drops a bomb I never expected!

Dear Reader,

Lance Easton is a NAVY SEAL who knows what it means to be in command.

This summer he’s taking control of the situation and we don’t mind one bit!

This is one anniversary you don’t want to miss!

Xo, Frankie & Chantel

Review

This next installment has a little more heat and heart.

Peyton Miller is so hung up on making sure she doesn’t pick a man that is like her father that she almost misses the one right in front of her. Lucky thing he doesn’t give up easily!

I loved revisiting The Hot Wheels Roller Rink. The girls love each other and are a good support system. Looking forward to the next story in the series.

I voluntarily read & reviewed an ARC of this book.

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 Lance

Three months of unopened mail is scattered on the floor when I walk through the front door of my house. I kick it aside, placing my duffle bag down and flicking on the lights.

“It’s good to be home,” I mutter, unbuttoning my uniform as I head to my bedroom to do the one thing I’ve been dreaming about doing for the last ninety-two days.

Text Peyton.

Me: Hey beautiful. I just got in. You busy?

This last mission was brutal. Three months with no contact with the outside world, not being able to see my girl’s smile, hear her voice…like I said, brutal.

Being a Navy Seal has its perks. But the one downfall is having no chance at anything close to a normal relationship.

And until a year ago, that hadn’t mattered to me. I’d been more than happy with random hook-ups…until I met her.

She was teaching a cooking class downtown in one of those underground culinary studios that are usually exclusive invite-only. My sister had given me her spot, insisting I learn how to make something other than hard-boiled eggs and protein shakes.

One look at the sexy little chef and I knew I had to have her. One night in my bed, and I knew there was no way I was letting her go. But as soon as she found out that I was military, she’d bolted.

Took me a week to track her down, and by then I was already preparing for my next mission.

“Look, Lance,” she’d said, not making eye contact. “It was fun, but I’m not looking for a boyfriend, especially one who’s gone three quarters of the year.”

“I get it,” I told her, brushing my knuckles across her cheek and feeling her tremble beneath my touch. When I cupped her jaw and forced her to look at me, there was no denying the connection between us.

My sergeant, who’d been married for almost thirty years liked to tell us that when you know, you know. It’s like a volt of electricity straight to the heart. I hadn’t believed him until that moment.

“I ship out tomorrow morning.” I pulled her close, wrapping one arm around her waist, and despite the denial of her words, her body melted against mine. “Let me call you when I get back.”

Her palms rested on my chest, and I could feel the hesitancy before she answered. “You want a booty call?”

I’d chuckled, and lowered my face to hers, my lips so close to her own that I could almost taste her kiss. “I’ll take whatever you’re willing to give me.”

She held my gaze, those gorgeous hazel eyes searching mine. She wanted me, or at least the pleasure that she knew I could give her. Our night together had been the best fucking night of my life. And I needed more.

“Okay,” she finally said. “But it’s just sex. Nothing else.”

I’d kissed her then, taking it as a win. And when I’d come back home a month later, she was the first person I called. Our week together was just as electric as the first time we’d been together. More so. Because the anticipation of seeing her again was like a drug.

But there’s also this fear inside me every time I’m called away that when I come back, she’ll have found somebody else.

I swallow over the lump in my throat, waiting for Peyton’s response. Finally a message pops up on the screen.

Peyton: I’m just closing up at the Rink. I’ll stop by in an hour.

I let out the breath I didn’t know I’d been holding in and text her back.

Me: I can’t wait to see you. You know what today is? Our Bootyversary.

Peyton: Our what?

Me: Our Bootyversary. The first time we hooked up was a year ago today.

Peyton: I don’t think that’s a thing, but if it involves presents, I’m in.

I chuckle.

Me: Sweetheart, I’ve got a huge present for you.

Peyton: That’s the only kind I like! 😉

God, I love her.

My heart starts to pound as the thought goes through my head. But it’s the truth. I love everything about the woman…except the fact that she still refuses to be mine.

I clean up the house and order delivery before stepping in the shower. My cock is already hard, my balls aching with the thought of seeing her. I jerk myself off to the memory of her sweet pussy, knowing I won’t last two seconds with her tonight if I don’t.

I’m just pulling on a pair of sweats when there’s a knock on the door. Thinking it’s the delivery guy, I grab my wallet and answer.

Peyton stands there, her eyes widening, pupils expanding when her gaze lands on my bare chest. It’s less than a second, the moment when we take each other in, a carnal hunger so intense it denies all other thoughts. And then she’s in my arms, and her mouth is on mine, her legs wrap around my waist, and I’m slamming the door behind us – one purpose only – burying myself inside her.

There’s nothing gentle, nothing soft about the way our hands roam each other’s bodies. It’s ravenous. Feral. Needy.

She’s wearing a sundress, and it bunches around her waist, giving me easy access to her pussy. I push her thong aside and bury two fingers in her warmth. Peyton moans, her mouth parting as my tongue mimics the same movement as my fingers.

“Lance,” she whimpers, her pussy dripping for me, her hands pushing my sweats down over my hips until my thick cock is free. “I need you inside me.”

I groan, thanking God that I came earlier, because her words are enough to undo me. I grip my thick shaft and ease the head inside her snug little pussy, her liquid heat wrapping around me like a vise.

“You feel so fucking good,” I tell her, gripping her ass with one hand, my other palm against the wall, steadying me.

I begin to thrust, the movement urgent, desperate, needy, the fire between us building until I wonder if it will scorch us both.

Peyton cries out and I feel her walls pulse around my cock as her pleasure rakes through her. I come inside her, hot spurts of my release filling her, my legs barely holding us up as I’m taken to the height of pure ecstasy.

My god, the woman undoes me.

She’s limp in my arms, our bodies coated in sweat, and I carry her to the shower, and turn it on, before helping her out of her dress, bra, and panties.

We don’t speak, our eyes do the talking. Her gaze never leaves mine as I help her into the shower and begin to wash her.

I kiss her, this time gently.

I see the fear in her eyes when she looks at me, and I know she’s terrified of what this is becoming. Hell, I wish I could erase those fears. Make her believe that I can be the man she needs.

“Peyton—”

The doorbell rings.

Her brows lift, and she teases, “Expecting another booty call?”

I grunt, and kiss the tip of her nose, wishing I could tell her that she’s the only woman in my life. The only woman I’ll ever want. But I know I’ll just scare her away.

“It’s probably dinner. I ordered your favorite Chinese.”

A smile spreads across her face. “Great. I’m starving.”

I get out of the shower and pull my sweats back on.

“Lance,” she says before I leave the bathroom.

“Yeah.”

“It’s good to have you home.”

Frankie Love 

Frankie Love writes filthy-sweet stories about bad boys and mountain men. As a thirty-something mom who is ridiculously in love with her own bearded hottie, she believes in
love-at-first-sight and happily-ever-afters. She also believes in the power of a quickie.

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Amazon bestselling author C.M. Seabrook writes hot, steamy romances with possessive bad boys, and the passionate, fiery women who love them. Swoonworthy romances from the heart!

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Blog Tour: The Marriage Pact by Winter Renshaw ~ 4 stars

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I was sixteen when I vowed I would never marry him.

We shook on it. Pinky swore. Even put it in writing and all but signed our names in blood.

It was the one and only thing we ever agreed on.

To the world, he’s Prince Ian, Duke of Montcroix, second in line to the Chamont throne. Panty-melting accent. Royal charm. Hypnotic presence. Blindingly gorgeous. Laundry list of women all over the world who would give their first born for the chance to marry him. Most eligible bachelor in the free world …

But to me, he’s nothing more than the son of my father’s best friend—the pesky blue-eyed boy who made it his mission to annoy the ever-loving hell out of me summer after summer as our families vacationed together, our parents oblivious to our mutual disdain as they joked about our “betrothal.”

He was also my first kiss.

And my first taste of heartbreak so cataclysmic it almost broke me.

I meant it with every fiber of my soul when I swore I’d never marry him.

But on the eve of my 24th birthday, His Royal Highness has the audacity to show up at my door after years of silence and make a demand will forever change the trajectory of our lives: “We have to break our pact.”

Review

I sat and read this book in one day – it was hard to do anything else. I liked how the author was able to entertain me with this fast-paced story.

This royal-themed romance had twists and turns I couldn’t even predict. After an initial game of pull-and-tug, both Emilie & Julian realise that the past may not be as they remembered it. Giving each other a second chance is the next logical step, but as evidenced by their tumultuous relationship, nothing is ever easy for these two.

I enjoyed this different royal romance. I only had an issue with the last part of the story and how quickly things “tied together” with no real resolution, in my opinion.

Still, I’d recommend this sweet, fairly clean romance.

I voluntarily read & reviewed an ARC of this book.

“Ms. Belleseau,” he says before moving aside. “Welcome. Won’t you come in?”

Her eyes lift across the small space until they find mine, and her hands clasp in front of her waist. She’s in jean shorts, a white tank top, sandals, and a wildly colorful cardigan. Her long hair is piled on top of her head—hardly the look of a queen, but I like it nonetheless.

My all-American sweetheart …

“I’ll do it,” she says as Harrison locks the door behind her. Emelie takes a few more steps closer, until we’re only a few feet apart. “But I have terms and conditions.”

“Such as?”

“No sex,” she says.

I hide my disappointment with a smirk. “Glad we’re getting that one out of the way. What else?”

“No romance.”

“Easy.”

“Limited public engagements,” she adds.

“I’m afraid that one isn’t up for negotiation,” I say. “But you’ll be pleased to know that we aren’t allowed to demonstrate any public displays of affection, so any and all public engagements will require nothing more than a smile, a curtsy, and a few kind words.”

“Fine.” Her arms fold across her chest, like she still isn’t comfortable with the idea of this arrangement. “You get me until my twenty-ninth birthday and not a day longer.”

“Deal.”

“Oh. And I’m allowed to see my family at any chosen time, regardless of schedule or engagements,” she says.

I hesitate—logistics and all of that.

“That’s my non-negotiable,” she says. “My mother and my sisters are my everything. If I want to see them, you’re going to make it happen or the deal is off. And my friends too. I want my friends to be able to visit.”

That’s her non-negotiable? I figured it would’ve been the sex …

“All right,” I say. “Shall we pinky swear on this as we did with our last agreement?”

She fights a smile—a good sign—but her poker face returns in an instant, rendering her back to unreadable.

“You have my word if I have yours,” she says, not moving so much as an inch closer. Her chin lifts and her shoulders straighten as she looks me dead in the eye. I can’t tell if she’s feeling good about her decision or giving me her best poker face.

“Apparently pinky promises aren’t as binding as we thought now, are they?”

My joke falls on deaf ears. She isn’t amused.

Her arms lower to her sides, as though she’s feeling slightly less defensive than when she first walked in the door.

“You’re going to make an amazing queen, Emelie,” I say, envisioning her in my great-grandmother’s glimmering Belcast tiara. “Welcome to the royal family.”

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Release Blitz: Bootyogomy (Booty Call #1) by Frankie Love & C.M. Seabrook ~ 4 stars

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Bootyogomy [boo-tee-ag-uh-mee] noun: exclusive booty call with only one person at a time

The place: Hot Wheels Roller Rink

The girl: Kendall a.k.a my lifelong crush

The soundtrack: 80’s music

The problem: She’s my best friend’s sister

The solution: BOOTYOGOMY

This summer Kendall and I throw out the cliched no-strings-attached deal and made our own pact.

We call it Bootyogomy.

An exclusive booty-call.

She thinks I’m in it for the hook-up, but she has no idea.

This girl is my world and it’s time to make her mine.

Dear Reader,

Max Major is a cop who looks mighty fine in a uniform!

That butt tho!

And if he’s bringing the handcuffs, we’ll commit the crime.

One of you readers will bail us out, wontcha?

Xo, Frankie and Chantel

Review

This was a quick, sweet romance. It’s not really in the insta-romance category, but the story does move very quickly.

I loved quirky Kendall & serious Max together. They seem to balance out each other.

I was intrigued by the entire cast of characters, and can’t wait for their stories.

I voluntarily read & reviewed an ARC of this book.

Max

Music thumps and multi-colored lights flash, turning Hot Wheels Roller Rink into something that looks like a 1980s movie. The place just opened last month, and it’s the first time I’ve seen what Kendall and her friends did to the place.

It’s pretty impressive.

And tonight, it’s jam-packed. A private party to celebrate the official opening.

A hand slaps down on my shoulder, and a beer is placed in my hand. Grady grins at me. “Thanks for coming. I know this isn’t really your scene. But I know Kendall will be glad you came.” He shakes his head and looks around. “I thought my sister was crazy when she told me about re-opening this place, but man, it’s actually pretty cool.”

I didn’t have any doubt it would be. Because whatever Kendall puts her mind to, she always achieves it – even if it means breaking a hundred and one rules in the process.

Me, on the other hand, I live my life by the rules. Even before I joined the police force, my life was about order, about black and white.

Kendall, she lives her life multi-colored.

I catch a glimpse of her now, up on the DJ platform, blonde ponytail bobbing as she listens to something on one headphone, then says into the mic, “Who’s ready to party?”

The crowd cheers and plastic glasses are raised as Cyndi Lauper’s “Girls Just Want to Have Fun” begins playing over the speakers. I can’t help the smile as Kendall steps off the platform and skates toward us.

She’s wearing striped knee-high socks and a pair of tight, yellow shorts that show off her long legs. And when she sees me, those blue eyes light up, and she smiles, causing a deep dimple to form in her right cheek.

God, the woman is hot.

And she’s like a sister to you, the still functioning part of my brain reminds me. Not to mention that Grady would have my balls if he ever knew the thoughts I’ve had of her.

I’ve known the girl since she was eight, when she used to chase after me and Grady on her pink banana seat bike. Even back then, she loved everything retro. Everything that went against the norm.

As hard and cold as I am, Kendall is fire and air. A mixture that has always confused me. Just seeing her, makes me feel like the floor beneath me is giving out. Like I’m gasping for air, and the only way to right myself, the only way to breathe, is to draw her to me and consume her.

But I know if I ever let myself get too close, it would be her who’d consume me.

“You came,” she says, grinning at me. “What do you think? Do you like it?”

“Yeah,” I say gruffly, wishing that primal part of my brain didn’t go all caveman whenever I was near her. She looks slightly hurt by my abrupt answer, so I add, “It’s great.”

Grady pulls her into a hug. “Proud of you, sis.”

It’s the way I should be with her. Easy. Carefree. Like she doesn’t have my insides wrapped up in a tightly wound ball, that is just seconds away from unraveling.

“Grady,” someone calls out, waving him over.

“I’ll be back,” he says, leaving me alone with his sister, Kendall.

She scoops two shots off a tray that passes by, offering me one.

“I have to drive,” I tell her.

She rolls her eyes. “You live two blocks away, Max. Have a few drinks with me tonight.” Then she gives me one of her mischievous grins. “I promise to walk you home if you’re worried about the neighborhood.”

I grunt, a rare smile tugging at my lips, before shooting back the tequila.

“You know you love me,” she teases, taking my empty glass and exchanging it for another.

She has no idea how close to the truth she is. But I don’t believe in that shit. Not in love, or fairy tale endings. People are consistent in one way only – they will guarantee to hurt you if you let them.

So I don’t let them.

Sure, it makes me a bit of an asshole, but it’s served me well the past twenty-five years.

Kendall is watching me, those blue eyes so damn expressive, and I know she’s trying to figure out what I’m thinking. Energy crackles between us. Her fire. My ice.

“The song’s almost over,” she says. “I have to go back to my post.” She touches my arm, and even though I know it’s innocent, my cock and balls instantly harden. “It’s good to see you, Max.”

I don’t have time to respond before she’s skating off toward the DJ booth, giving me a perfect view of her ass. Right when my gaze is focused on her sexy backside, she glances over her shoulder and catches me.

Busted.

I swallow hard. Shit. But the grin that tugs at one corner of her mouth makes me wonder if she doesn’t feel the pull between us too.

“Sorry, I’ve got to bail on you,” Grady says, walking toward me. He doesn’t seem to have noticed the exchange between Kendall and me, thank god.

“You’re leaving?”

“I have an early flight tomorrow.” He nods toward Kendall. “Do you mind staying a bit longer. One of us should be here.”

I rub the back of my neck, knowing if I had any sense, I’d leave. But that protective part of my brain that’s always been in overdrive with the girl is quick to say yes. “Sure.”

After he leaves, I find a booth in the back corner and sip on my beer. When the party starts to slow down, Kendall comes to the booth and sits beside me, unlacing her skates.

“You’re still here.” She tilts her head, blue eyes filled with something I shouldn’t see there – lust.

I inhale a deep breath. “Grady asked me to stay.”

She frowns, placing her skates to the side. “Right.”

“And I wanted to make sure you’re safe.”

“You still worry about me?” She nudges me with her elbow, smirking.

“Always,” I tell her, the intensity of my answer, causing her to suck in a breath.

I hold her gaze for longer than I should. Even if things weren’t complicated by the fact that her brother is my best friend, I’ll never be the man she deserves. I closed my heart off years ago. I don’t do relationships. I’ll never be the guy who settles down and has a brood of kids, and even though I know Kendall would deny it now, one day that’s what she’ll want.

But it doesn’t stop me from craving her touch. Craving to be inside of her. To taste her. Devour her.

I can’t help the groan that builds in my throat, and I have to look away. “I should go.”

Her hand covers mine. “Stay. Please.”

Despite my better judgment, I nod.

Kendall flags down one of the girls with a tray of drinks and places another two shots in front of me.

“I’m not drinking that.” I shake my head at the shot glasses filled with green and red liquor.

“You don’t even know what it is.”

“A hangover in a glass.” I pick one up and sniff it, then make a face and put it back on the table.

She chuckles. “Right, you’re a whiskey man.”

I raise a brow at her. “How do you know?”

That dimple flashes again, and the look she gives me is pure mischief. “I know a lot about you, Max Majors.”

“Like what?”

She shrugs and shifts closer. “Like…you watch me when you think I’m not looking.”

Even though my brain warns me that we’re heading down dangerous territory, I swallow, then say, “And?”

“And…” She’s closer now, so close I can smell the scent of her shampoo, see the way her pupils get bigger as her eyes travel down my chest, landing on my groin, before meeting my gaze again. She licks her lips. “I know you don’t have a girlfriend. That you haven’t dated anyone in a long time.”

“I’ve been busy with work.”

“Still.” She shrugs. “A guy needs to get laid now and then.”

I cough. “Kendall—”

“What?” She sighs, but I can tell she isn’t about to back down. “Am I wrong?”

“No.”

“Then what’s stopping you?” I know the real question she’s asking…what’s stopping me from taking her, from doing all the things I’ve been fantasizing about doing to her since she was sixteen years old?

“You know what,” I say low, my voice rough with need, and frustration.

“You mean my brother?” She tilts her head, studying me. “Or are you worried about breaking my heart?”

I’m more worried about her breaking mine…and Grady breaking my knee caps.

“You’re like a sister to me.”

She laughs, but there’s no humor in it. “Pretty sure Grady has never looked at me the way you are now.” Her hand rests on my thigh and her touch is sweet torture.

Wicked. Hot. Desperate need fills me.

Fuck.

“What do you want, Kendall?” I ask, knowing I’d give her anything she asked for right now.

She leans back slightly, and for a second, I see something that looks like fear flash in her eyes. But it’s gone quickly, replaced by desire and resolution. “Sex.”

I raise a brow at her, trying to keep what little self-control I have left in check. “Sex?”

“We’re both single, why not?”

“For a million reasons.” I rub the back of my neck.

Rejection fills her eyes, and she starts to pull back.

Fuck.

I grab her hand before she has a chance to slide off the bench.

“It’s not that I don’t want to. Shit…” I glance down at where our flesh is connected. Energy snaps and sizzles between us. “I want to be inside you so fucking bad, my balls ache from it. But…”

“It’s just sex, Max,” she says softly. “No strings attached.”

Except there’s always strings attached. And those strings will become a tangled mess if I give in to my desire for her. But even as I think it, I know there’s no way this night is going to end without Kendall in my bed, me buried balls deep inside her.

“If we do this, it won’t just be one time,” I say, knowing having her once will never be enough.

Her eyes widen, and she licks her lips. “Okay.”

“And I have rules.” I run my fingers across her jaw, cupping it, then drag my thumb across her bottom lip and feel her tremble. Christ, I could take her here, now. I let out a shaky breath. I need to regain some control, but she has me spinning.

“What rules?” she asks, her voice catching on the last word.

I sigh. “I’m not boyfriend material, Kendall. If that’s what you’re looking for then—”

“It’s not,” she says quickly.

“Then we agree, if either of us start to have…feelings…we break it off.”

She nods. “Agreed.”

“And no sleeping with other people.”

Her lips twitch up. “Bootyogomy.”

“What?”

She chuckles. “You know…exclusive booty call with only one person.”

I chuckle. “God, you’re something else.”

“Well, it looks like tonight I’m all yours.”

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Frankie Love writes filthy-sweet stories about bad boys and mountain men. As a thirty-something mom who is ridiculously in love with her own bearded hottie, she believes in
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Blog Tour: Justified (Loveless, Texas #1) by Jay Crownover ~ 5 stars

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The New York Times bestselling author of the Marked Men series delivers a romance about a rugged Texas sheriff who must protect the woman who was once his sworn enemy…

Case Lawton comes from a family of criminals. So as the sheriff of Loveless, Texas, he’s determined to do everything by the book–until he’s called to Aspen Barlow’s office after a so-called break-in. The last thing he wants to do is help the woman who cost him custody of his son. But Aspen isn’t the heartless lawyer Case remembers, and he starts to question his long-held grudge…

Aspen is scared for her life, and Case is her last hope for protection. But to get him on her side, she’ll have to reveal the painful truth from all those years ago. Now, as they work together to track down a dangerous criminal, Case and Aspen learn to trust each other. And as the threats escalate, it becomes clear there’s a thin line between love and hate… because there’s nothing Case wouldn’t do to keep her safe.

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Jay Crownover has been on my TBR list for a very long time, and I finally took the plunge with “Justified”.

When the latest victim of a crime is his sworn enemy, Aspen Barlow, Sheriff Case Lawton must put aside his prejudices to see justice served. However, his heart decides to speak up, and he’s not the only one surprised when things turn out crazier than expected.

I really enjoyed this book. It was warm, sweet and action-packed – a real page-turner for me. I was all-in from page 1. The cast of characters was awesome. I loved the way Jay Crownover whetted my appetite for book 2 at the end. Cannot. Wait.

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Blog Tour: One Indecent Night (West Sisters #1) by A.M. Hargrove ~ 4 stars

ONE INDECENT NIGHT by A.M. Hargrove
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The day I saw Sylvie West standing next to the bride,
something moved in me I was certain had died.

I’d known her since she was a pain-in-the-rear kid, but she was my best friend’s cousin, and off limits.

He also told me he’d strangle me if I ever laid a hand on her.

When she downed tequila like water at the reception, and then danced on the table, all bets were off.

She was my kind of woman, and forbidden or not, I was going to make her mine.

Only when morning broke, I woke up to a different Sylvie—one who didn’t remember a single thing about the passion-filled night we’d shared.

Now, I had to prove I was the one who was meant for her.

After she put up one obstacle after another, the time had come to pull every trick out of my hat.

And Sylvie had no idea I was one tricky bastard.

But the last thing I expected was for her to turn the tables and play the last trick on me.

Review

This book started out with an intriguing premise that held my attention completely til the last page.

I loved the heat, heart & humour that A.M. Hargrove put into this work. The author gives you a lot of information about Evan & Sylvie, making it impossible to not feel connected or invested in their HEA.

I liked Evan from the get-go. At first, he comes across as super chilled out, but you soon realise he’s one of the still-waters-run-deep sort of guys. He steps up to the plate as soon as he is needed, and looks for opportunities to enhance the happiness and comfort of those around him.

Sylvie is a bit wary. She’s conscious that for a large part of their lives, Evan ignored her, so she’s unsure how long the attraction on his part would last. Her distrust leads her to second guess his motives pretty much throughout the book until it becomes blatantly obvious that Evan is for real. He stands by her when she is at her lowest, and proves that he really is there for better or worse.

I was sad at some of the teary moments in the book, but the author still managed to round out the plot with lots of heartwarming moments. I only had one “huh?” moment, where a story arc seemed to go nowhere. Nevertheless, I recommend this book, and I definitely would love to read more of the West Sisters series.

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Excerpt:
I was dabbing at my coffee stain when a knock sounded on the door. “Come on in, Grey.”

The door opened, and he walked in. “It’s not Grey.”

My head jerked up to see Evan standing there. “What are you doing here?”

“Sorry for the subterfuge, but I had to find a way to see you. You’re quite stubborn, you know.”

“So you lied?”

He shrugged. “With permission.”

I gawked at him. “What does that mean?”

“It means I spoke to Grey first. He said it was okay.”

“Oh, my God. You’re both conspiring against me.”

“Sweets, I only wanted to return something of yours and you gave me such a hard time of it, this was the only way I knew how.”

“What are you talking about?”

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a thong. Then the bastard dangled it in front of me. “Recognize this?”

Shit. It was mine. I went to snatch it, but he pulled it out of my reach. “Oh, no. It won’t be that easy. In order to get it back, you have to go to dinner with me.”

“What? That’s blackmail.”

“Not really. What will I do to you if you don’t go?”

He really couldn’t do anything.

“See, you get my point. We can go anywhere you’d like, as long as it’s a sit down dinner where they have a great wine list.”

“And if I choose not to go?”

He smirked. “That’s easy. I get to keep this.”

Then the asshole put it up to his nose and inhaled. “Ahh, my favorite scent.”

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One day, on her way home from work as a sales manager, USA Today bestselling author, A. M. Hargrove, realized her life was on fast forward and if she didn’t do something soon, it would be too late to write that work of fiction she had been dreaming of her whole life. So she made a quick decision to quit her job and reinvented herself as a Naughty and Nice Romance Author.

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Release Blitz: His Queen of Clubs (Vegas Underground #6) by Renee Rose ~ 4 stars

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Sorry, Printsessa. Freedom isn’t in the cards for you. You’re mine now.”

I came for revenge.

The Tacone Family wiped out the Chicago mafiya.

My bratva. My family.

So I captured their little sister.

Now that I have her, I don’t want to let her go.

I’d rather keep her forever—my captive bride.

They’ll pay a dowry instead of ransom.

At the end of the day, the girl and the fortune will be mine.

Because I’ll never relinquish their queen of clubs.


Note: This steamy stand-alone romance is the sixth in USA Today best-selling author Renee Rose’s Vegas Underground series. No cheating, no cliffhangers.

Review

This was a pretty good read.

The entire plot was tastefully done, with lots of suspense, drama & steam. I went into the book, not knowing exactly what to expect, but ended up loving it. I read it through in one day. I definitely would read Renee Rose’s bratva/mafia work again in the future.

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Alessia comes out with her wet hair falling over her shoulders and a towel wrapped around her.

I shake my head and she stops.

“Drop the towel,” I growl. “You lost your clothing privileges.”

Her nostrils flare. She’s over being turned on and now she’s pissed. “Figlio di puttana!”

I don’t speak Italian, but I get the gist. “Watch it, printsessa, or I’ll smack that ass red again.”

Color tinges her cheeks.

My dick turns marble hard.

Damn, how I want to pound between those legs until she screams.

I clear my throat. “The towel.”

She tosses her hair, sending splatters of water around the room. With one flick of her wrist, she removes the towel and throws it in my face. Lucky for both of us, she’s wearing panties beneath it.

That doesn’t stop my cock from throbbing.

“Over here.” I sound far more gruff than I mean to. That’s what blue balls do to me. I force myself to take a breath before I get near her, before I bind her wrists and tie her to the bed.

She smells like apples and honey. Is that what my shampoo smells like? It can’t. I’ve never smelled anything so erotically alluring before in my life.

I wrap the swath of fabric around her wrists first to keep the rope from biting, then bind her hands together. I attach them to the headboard for good measure, but I leave her ankles free. It has nothing to do with me wanting to watch those long legs thrash around on the bed when she tries to move.

Nothing at all.

 

USA TODAY BESTSELLING AUTHOR RENEE ROSE is a naughty wordsmith who writes kinky BDSM novels. Named Eroticon USA’s Next Top Erotic Author in 2013, she has also won The Romance Reviews Best Historical Romance, and Spanking Romance Reviews’ Best Sci-fi, Paranormal, Historical, Erotic, Ageplay and favorite couple and author. She’s hit #1 on Amazon in multiple categories in the U.S. and U.K., is often found on the list of Amazon’s Top Author list. She also pens BDSM stories under the name Darling Adams.

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ARC Review: This Is Crazy (This Is… #1) by Natasha Madison ~ 4.5 stars

From the best selling series, Something So comes the spin-off This is…
 
Zara Stone 
All my life, I’ve said I will never date a hockey player. I know better because I’ve seen and lived it all. My father is a hockey god, my brother is the captain of the most successful NHL team in the world, and my brother-in-law also plays in the league. Their lives are complicated, so I went in the opposite direction.
 
I fell in love with a scholar. But instead of proposing marriage, he broke up with me.
 
Three months later, I saw his engagement picture on Instagram. I couldn’t let him get away with that. No, it didn’t matter what, I was going to make that man see that I did not need him.
Evan Richards
 
I was in the running to pass my point record from last year, ready to claim the number one spot in the league. On top of my game, I was riding my career high wave.
 
Then, Hockey’s Princess, Zara Stone tweeted me. She wanted me to crash her ex’s wedding.
 
The worst that could happen? A PR nightmare. The best? A fun night with a beautiful woman.
 
It started out as a game—something I’m good at. Her crazy idea twisted into something I wasn’t looking for, something neither of us wanted.
When push comes to shove, one thing runs through my mind:
This is Crazy. Also, this is crazy right.



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What begins as a revenge mission puts two strangers on a one-way trip straight to love.

I loved both main characters. Evan was alpha, yet sweet and sexy. Zara was feminine, yet had a good, sturdy backbone. I liked that they used communication to sort out all their misunderstandings/issues quickly without letting their problems fester.

This romance was fun and swoon-y, even downright hilarious at certain times. The entire cast of characters lent a special vibe to the book. The epilogue certainly had me excited for the next in the series. I cannot wait to read Zoe’s story. I loved her in this book.

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When her nose isn’t buried in a book, or her fingers flying across a keyboard writing, she’s in the kitchen creating gourmet meals.
You can find her, in four inch heels no less, in the car chauffeuring kids, or
possibly with her husband scheduling his business trips. It’s a good thing her characters do what she says, because even her Labrador doesn’t listen to her…

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ARC Review: Pop The Clutch (Second Gear #1) by Kristin Harte ~ 4.5 stars

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To Violet Foster, the past ten years have been a continual replay of an ill-fated night in high school. Without warning, she went from Downriver’s sweetheart to unintentional adult film star, her most intimate moments shared with the world in ten-second loops. She’s lost friends, been forced to change career plans, and had to stop dating because of that one indiscretion. The last thing she wants is to return to the scene of the crime, but with her grandma’s health failing, she doesn’t have a choice.

Easton Cole is a walking, talking bad-boy cliche in a blue mechanic coveralls. He’s always known his trailer-park-kid shadow would follow him into adulthood, but building his auto repair shop into a successful business means he has a chance to change that image. People in Downriver have long memories and getting them to forget his past is an uphill battle. The last thing he needs is the trouble Violet could bring. She’s a lightning rod for gossip, with a reputation that precedes her. So what if he’s been crushing on her practically since puberty?

Violet’s only planning on staying a month, even if the good memories of Downriver have started to overpower the bad, and Easton is dead set on making new ones…together. But the internet is forever, so there’s no chance of Violet having a future unblemished by her past. And when the stain of her damaged reputation resurfaces, Violet knows it could destroy everything around her…including Easton.

Review

Sometimes, mistakes we make in our youth will haunt us for the rest of our lives.

Violet Foster knows this all too well, and has spent the last decade trying to forget what was the worst night of her life. But familial duty calls her back home – to the scene of the crime – where people’s memories are just as long. She doesn’t count on falling hard and fast for Easton Cole. He doesn’t seem to care about the past, but can she give up running from it?

I liked the solid, realistic nature of the plot. It’s relateable on so many levels. The small town vibe, the mistake that can follow you forever, the immortality of the Internet, the way people never forget – it has a reality that draws you in as you read.

This is a romance that I wholeheartedly recommend. It’s a good start to the series and I look forward to reading more of the characters from Downriver, MI.

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