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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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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Teaser Share: Cosmopolitan: A Romantic Comedy Standalone (The Happy Hour #4) by Kristen Hope Mazzola

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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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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.

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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.”

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.You can find her at FRANKIELOVE.NET or on FB.
Frankie also writes under the pen names CHARLIE HART.

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Cover Reveal: Perky by Julia Kent

Title: Perky
Author: Julia Kent
Genre: Romantic Comedy
Cover Design: Hang Le
Release Date: July 30, 2019
Blurb
AN ALL-NEW STANDALONE FROM NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLING AUTHOR JULIA KENT
One hundred years ago when I was young and impulsive (okay, it was five, alright? Five years ago…) I let my boyfriend take, let’s just say… compromising pictures of me.
(Shut up. It made sense at the time).
Surprise! The sleazy back-stabbing jerk posted them on a website and, well, you can guess what happened. That’s right.
I’m a meme. A really gross one.
You’ve seen the pictures. And if you haven’t – don’t ask. And don’t look!
As face recognition software online improves, I get tagged on social media whenever anyone shares my pictures. You try getting a thousand notifications a day, all of them pictures of your tatas.
So. I’m done.
It’s time for revenge. Let him see how it feels! But how do you get embarrassingly intimate pictures of your jerkface ex who double-crossed you five years ago?
Especially when he’s a member of the U.S. House of Representatives now?
Getting sweet between the sheets with a congressman is pretty much every political roadie’s dream, right? I’m one in a crowd.
Except to this day, he swears he didn’t do it. Pursued me for months after I dumped him five years ago. Begged me to take him back.
And I almost did it. Almost. I was weak and stupid and in love a hundred years ago.
Okay. Fine. Five.
But I still have the upper hand. Second chance romance has all the emotional feels, doesn’t it?
I can’t wait to punch him in the feels.
All I need to do is sleep with him once, take some hot-and-sweaty pics of him in… delicate positions, and bring him down. That’s it. Nothing more.
Pictures first. Revenge after. And then I win.
At least, that’s how it was supposed to happen. But then I did something worse than sexting.
I fell in love with him. Again.
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Release Blitz: Fluffy by Julia Kent ~ 5 stars

Title: Fluffy
Author: Julia Kent
Genre: Romantic Comedy/Contemporary Romance
Release Date: April 30, 2019
Blurb
An all-new STANDALONE from New York Times bestselling author Julia Kent
It all started with the wrong Help Wanted ad. Of course it did.
I’m a professional fluffer. It’s NOT what you think. I stage homes for a
living. Real estate agents love me, and my work stands on its own merits.
Sigh. Get your mind out of the gutter. Go ahead. Laugh. I’ll wait.
See? That’s the problem. My career has used the term “fluffer” for
decades. I didn’t even know there was a more… lascivious definition of the
term.
Until it was too late.
The ad for a “professional fluffer” on Craigslist seemed like divine intervention. My last unemployment check was in the bank. I was desperate. Rentwas due. The ad said cash paid at the end of the day. The perfect job!
Staging homes means showing your best angle. The same principle applies in making a certain kind of movie. Turns out a “fluffer” doesn’t arrange decorative pillows on a couch.
They arrange other soft, round-ish objects.
The job isn’t hard. Er, I mean, it is — it’s about being hard. Or, well… helping other people to be hard.
Oh, man…
And that’s the other problem. A man. No, not one of the stars on the movie set. Will Lotham – my high school crush. The owner of the house wherewe’re filming. Illegally. In a vacation rental.
By the time the cops show up, what I thought was just a great house
staging gig turned into a nightmare involving pictures of me with a naked star,
Will rescuing me from an arrest, and a humiliating lesson in my own naivete.
My job turned out to be so much harder than I expected. But you know what’s easier than I ever imagined?
Having all my dreams come true.
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This romantic comedy plot was very unique, fun and sweet.

In a desperate bid to avoid eviction, Mallory answers a ‘Help Wanted’ ad on Craigslist… Only to find out it WAS NOT what she thought it was. It puts her back in touch with her high school crush, ans gives her an amazingly sweet, touching – and hilarious – journey to her HEA.

I laughed a lot throughout this book. I also found myself cheering on Mallory as she stood up for herself, and weathered through her difficult moments. I loved the relationship she shared with her best friends, Perky & Fiona. I definitely look forward to more of the trio’s shenanigans.

I voluntarily read & reviewed an ARC of this book.

Excerpt
“I can’t tonight. I have a date,” I blurt out, remembering David. The dating app. The asshole who isn’t an asshole.

Yet. I haven’t met him, so that judgment remains withheld.

“A date?” Will asks, intrigued.

“Yes. A date. You know, that thing where you go out with someone who has no intention of really getting to know you and you spend the entire time eating bread that doesn’t taste as good as your date claims and trying to decide whether to initiate rescue-text sequences with your mom.”

“That’s your idea of a date?”

“That is my actual experience of every date I’ve had since college.”

“You’re dating the wrong guys.” He holds my gaze for just a little too long. I look away.

“I have to keep fishing in the pond if I ever want to catch a different one.”

“If that’s the way you talk to your dates, I am beginning to understand why they all turn out so badly.”

“Hey!”

“What?”

“Don’t accuse me of being a bad date. I’m a great date! I Google the guy in advance and read his LinkedIn profile. I make sure I don’t wear super-tall heels in case he lied about his height on his dating profile. I pretend to care about all his hobbies and don’t reveal that I’m secretly tallying all the micro-aggressions he’s sending my way during appetizers and wine. And if he makes it to dessert, well–” I falter.

“You never make it to dessert, do you?” Will asks, eyebrows up. He drops them quickly, wincing.

“I–well–it’s not that I don’t. He doesn’t!”

“He ditches you?”

“No! No! It’s just that he always has a thing.”

“A thing?”

“A work emergency. Or a dog with a twisted bowel. Or a grandma in the ER.”

“How many guys used the twisted-canine-intestine thing?”

“Three.” I sit down and sag against his teenage desk, elbows sliding forward, fingers deep in my hair. “I looked it up. There’s an entire subreddit devoted to inventive ways to get out of a bad date.”

“And yet here you are.” He leans against the edge of his desk. “Trying again.”

“I’m a masochist.”

His eyes gleam. “Maybe you should start your dates with that line. ‘Hi. I’m Mallory Monahan. I’m a masochist.’ You’d definitely make it to dessert.”

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Review & Excerpt Tour: Game All Night (Gamer Boy #3) by Lauren Helms ~ 5 stars

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Review & Excerpt Tour for GAME ALL NIGHT by Lauren Helms

What started as a game between friends turns out to be so much more in GAME ALL NIGHT, the next installment in the Gamer Boy series by Lauren Helms. Ruby Jacobs finds Link Witt opinionated, frustrating, charming as hell, and they’ll only ever be friends, but Link is ready to play this game for real, with no “game over” in sight. Fans of RS Grey and Penny Reid will enjoy this nerdy and flirty friends-to-lovers romance.

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Title: Game All Night

Author: Lauren Helms

Release Date: November 26, 2018

Publisher: Self-published

Series: Gamer Boy #3

Genres: Contemporary Romance

 

Synopsis:

A game between friends… 

RUBY

Just friends.

That’s all we are,

All we ever were.

But when I finally let myself go,

Let myself really feel,

The only thing I want is him.

Despite how opinionated, frustrating, and charming he is,

We’re only friends.

He’s my player number two.

But lately, we’re powering up,

Trying for more,

And playing this game just might destroy us for good.

LINK

She deserves better,

Better than the game-less douche who gets to have her.

She’s strong, feisty, and so damn smart.

Too smart–if you ask me.

And now, I’m amped up for more,

Ready to play this game,

With no “game over” in sight.

** This book can be read and understood as a standalone but does contain minor spoilers for the first two books in the series. **

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Review

I was so looking forward to this book. I was a bit apprehensive when the author hinted that she had taken a darker turn with it, but I ended up loving it.

Since the beginning of the series, everyone who has eyes and has hung out with Team Nomad can see that Link & Ruby have the hots for each other. They are good friends with just the right amount of snark & tension to suggest they’d work so much better as lovers. I loved the entire plot, from beginning to end. The way their relationship just improved instead of changing completely was something I really appreciated.

I really am excited for more from Lauren Helms and this series.

I voluntarily read & reviewed an ARC of this book.

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GAME ALL NIGHT Excerpt

Copyright © 2018 Lauren Helms

“You ready to meet my people?” I ask.

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” he shrugs.

Yay, he seems really into this. Wonderful.

I grab his hand and lead him to the back room. When we enter, I notice that the table I just vacated is deep in conversation. As we walk to the table, I can’t shake the feeling of being watched. But no one at the table even notices us yet. As we approach, I hear them talking about the publishing house courting Dex about a book deal.

“Hey guys.” I get their attention. Morgan and Gia have big smiles on their faces. Dex and Simon on the other hand are assessing the newcomer.

“This is Mason,” I go around the table and introduce him. Before I’m done with introductions, Bernie pops in between the guys and introduces herself too.

“So, you’re the sports guy,” Dex says, assessing.

Mason laughs it off, “I am. You’re one of the video gamers, I take it?”

“Sure am.” Dex still doesn’t ease his slightly scrutinizing demeanor. They make small talk for a bit. The girls trying to lead the conversation away from the tension the guys are throwing out. Don’t get me wrong, I’m flattered. I suspect this is exactly how my own brother would act right now. But while they are just meeting him, Mason and I aren’t new. I’ve been dating him for a while. It’s not like I don’t know him.

Simon excuses himself to get some refills for the table and as soon as they return, Link appears at the table. He doesn’t sit though, he stands. I could swear he’s puffing out his chest.

“I’m Link. You are?” he shoves his hand out for a shake.

Mason slowly takes a drink before making eye contact with him, making Link wait as he lowers his cup to the table, and grasp his hand.

“Mason. Ruby’s boyfriend.”

Link brings his other hand around and slaps Mason’s back, “Ah. Well it’s great to finally meet ya, Mace. I’ve heard almost nothing about you!” They drop each other’s hand at the same time I hear someone beside me snort.

“It’s Mason,” he corrects.

Link just blows him off, pulls over a stool and starts talking his ear off. I mean, I guess this could have gone worse. Amber, who I didn’t notice before, sits next to Link looking bored out of her mind. Dex and Morgan excused themselves to go chat with their parents. And it seems like the rest of the table are enjoying talking to Mason.

“So, do you plan on working for ESPN or SportsCenter some day? Like, is your gig with WTSL just a stepping stone or are happy where you are?” Bernie asks. She’s adept at keeping the conversation going. She’s also got mad interviewing skills.

Mason snaps out a laugh, he looks a bit annoyed with the line of questioning. Which baffles me since he usually loves talking about himself.

“Well, I have what you call a career. A real job. So yes, I have long-term goals,” he replies.

“Excuse me?” Link and Simon say in unison.

“Well, correct me if I’m wrong, but don’t you just play video games all day?” he asks.

“Among other things, yes. But I get paid probably three times more doing what I do than you could even imagine. It’s a real fucking job,” Link bites out and damn, he sounds pissed. I’ve never heard him so angry before.

He laughs. Mason actually has the audacity to laugh right in their faces.

I gulp. I’m afraid to look at anyone but Mason right now. It’s clear that our nice, “getting to know the new boyfriend time” is over.

“Right,” he drags out the word. “Well, I guess we will just have to agree to disagree then.”

Link growls and I risk a glance his way. But, I’m not prepared for what I see. He’s not staring down Mason with fire coming out of his ears, ready to attack. No. My throat catches at the sight before me.

I’m absolutely embarrassed. You know when you’re a kid and you do something bad, and instead of your parents saying they are upset with you, they tell you they are disappointed? It makes it so much worse. That’s how I feel right now.

He’s looking at me with disappointment in his eyes. He holds my attention and I start to say something, to try and fix where this conversation just went. But I stop. He gives a quick jerk of his head. He clears his throat and pushes off of the stool.

“Well, I think that’s our cue to leave. See ya around, Mace.” Link looks to his left to where Amber is collecting her phone and purse. Somehow she still manages to look bored. He motions a quick goodbye to the entire table, avoiding my gaze entirely. Then he walks away.

You could cut the tension with a knife when Simon stands and turns on his heel. He stalks towards the table where Morgan and Dex are sitting. Gia shoots me a pleading look as she follows him. Bernie sits stock-still, worry sketched on her face.

I start to speak, but Mason beats me to it.

“Well, that went well. They all seem alright, but I’m not sure I like the cocky asshole.”

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Blog Tour – ARC Review & Excerpt Reveal: Muffin Top (The Hartigans #2) by Avery Flynn ~ 4 stars

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“Smart, sassy, and utterly delightful! Get ready to fall head-over-heels in love with Lucy, one of the wittiest and most inspiring heroines I’ve ever met!”

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Muffin Top, a hot romantic comedy from USA Today bestselling author Avery Flynn is available now!

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The only thing about me that’s a size zero is the filter on my mouth. I’ve got a big personality, a big rack, and a big number on the scale. And I’m perfectly fine with that.

But when some random guy suggests I might not be eating alone if I’d ordered a salad instead of a hamburger I’m shocked silent, which is a feat, trust me.

That brings us to one sexy fireman named Frankie Hartigan. He’s hot. He’s funny… And he’s just apologized for being late for our “date” then glared at the fat-shaming jerk. Next thing I know, he’s sitting down and ordering himself dinner.

I have no problem telling him I don’t need a pity date . . . unless of course it’s to my high school reunion next week. Oops where did that last bit come from? And what do I do now that he’s said yes?!

Because this is no make-over story, and I think Frankie is using me for something. I just have to figure out what…

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Even if you’ve never struggled the way Lucy did in high school, every one of us can remember how awkward school life was if you didn’t look or behave the way “regular” children did. Lucy hides her hurt & insecurity behind a loud, in-your-face attitude. But the crushing fear of attending her high school reunion solo prompts her to take Frankie Hartigan up on his offer to be her date for the weekend.

Frankie is a big softie underneath his aloof, love ’em and leave ’em attitude. So, when he’s told that he may never be someone’s HEA story, it hits him hard. A natural protector, he quickly jumps to Lucy’s rescue and offers her his company to her reunion. As they spend time together, Frankie begins to fall for the girl beneath the veneer.

I fell for Frankie so hard. He was a romantic in every sense of the word. Sure, he loved that she was competitive & funny, but he cared about her insecurities, too, and loved her in spite of them all.

My dislike came near the end of the book, when Lucy unjustly attacked Frankie, in my opinion. It rubbed me the wrong way that he felt so guilty when he’d done very little to deserve her fury.

Overall, though, this is a fun, steamy read. Ms. Flynn created a superb plot with an excellent story line and awesome secondary characters. This is the first of the Hartigans series I’ve read, and I plan to remedy that soon.

I voluntarily read & reviewed an ARC of this book.

 

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Excerpt:

The temptation to say “Yes, Frankie, please squash him like a bug while I clap and watch” was so, so strong—like, the guys who pull semi trucks with their teeth strong. Instead, Lucy played along with her best friend’s fiancé’s brother— OMG, that was now the name of her imaginary all-girl ska band—and smiled sweetly up at him.

“He was bothered by my dinner order, honey.”

“Really?” Frankie looked down at her plate, over to the dipshit, and then right at her. There was no missing the devil in his eyes right before he turned his attention back to the other man. “What’s wrong with what my girl’s eating?”

Mr. In Her Business blanched. Literally. The color drained out of his face so fast that he resembled one of those swipe right before and after photos on makeover blogs. How in the hell she managed to not laugh out loud she had no frickin’ clue.

“N-n-nothing,” the man stuttered.

Nope. He was not getting off that easily.

She looked up at Frankie, still standing next to her chair, his big hand braced on the back of it, and said in the clueless voice that anyone with a brain would know meant there was danger ahead, “He said I should have ordered a salad, then I might have a chance to move from a five to an eight. I’m a five because I have great tits.”

Thunderous didn’t begin to describe the dark look of pure vengeance that crossed Frankie’s face, making even the freckles that crossed over the bridge of his nose look scary. Mr. Buttinsky made a little squeaking noise that reminded Lucy of the sound of air coming out of a balloon when someone pulled the tip taut as it was deflating. Frankie took a step forward, menace vibrating off of him in waves. The other guy didn’t bother to say a word, he just took off, weaving his way at a fast clip through the crowded bar and out the front door. Lucy liked to imagine that he peed his pants a little as he did so.

“Thanks, Frankie,” she said to the man still staring at the departing figure of Mr. Peed His Pants. “I owe you one.”

Her ginger knight in well-fitting jeans and a T-shirt made some kind of noise that maybe was a response in the affirmative. It sounded kinda like “no problem.” Whatever. She was used to that from guys. She was only of interest until a hotter, skinnier, or prettier woman came along. It was the universal fat chick cloaking device.

Determined not to let it annoy her as much as it usually would, she turned back to her jalapeño cheeseburger, spicy fries, and soda. Now she could finally enjoy her dinner in peace.

Alas, it wasn’t meant to be. Frankie clunked down a three-fourths filled mug of beer on the other side of her table, pulled out the chair across from her, and sat down. Before she could even ask what he was doing, he waved the waitress over and told her he wanted whatever Lucy was eating, plus an extra order of fries and another beer. Once she’d left, he turned his attention to Lucy and gave her what could only be described as a vibrator smile. She named it that in her head—thankfully only in her head—because she now had a desperate need for her vibrator and maybe a fresh pack of batteries.

“You’re not gonna make me eat alone now that we’re on a date, are you?” he asked, swiping one of her fries.

About Avery

USA Today bestselling romance author Avery Flynn has three slightly-wild children, loves a hockey-addicted husband and is desperately hoping someone invents the coffee IV drip.

She fell in love with romance while reading Johanna Lindsey’s Mallory books. It wasn’t long before Avery had read through all the romance offerings at her local library. Needing a romance fix, she turned to Harlequin’s four books a month home delivery service to ease the withdrawal symptoms. That worked for a short time, but it wasn’t long before the local book stores’ staffs knew her by name.

Avery was a reader before she was a writer and hopes to always be both. She loves to write about smartass alpha heroes who are as good with a quip as they are with their *ahem* other God-given talents. Her heroines are feisty, fierce and fantastic. Brainy and brave, these ladies know how to stand on their own two feet and knock the bad guys off theirs.

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Release Blitz: How to Choose A Guy in 10 Days (Chick Flick Club #1) by Lila Monroe (@lilawrites) ~ 4 stars


Title: How to Choose a Guy in 10 Days
Series: Chick Flick Club #1
Author: Lila Monroe
Genre: Romantic Comedy

Release Date: September 24, 2018

Blurb

The only thing more hilarious than the movies is… real life?! Fall in love with the hot new romantic comedy series from USA Today bestselling author, Lila Monroe!
Stylist Gemma Jones is competing for a once-in-a-lifetime promotion. All she has to do is take some fashion-backward guy from geek to GQ-worthy. The only problem? The man in question is her hairy manwhore of a next-door neighbor. AKA Bigfoot.

Zach Morrison has zero interest in being Gemma’s makeover mannequin. Sure, it’s fun getting his smart-mouthed neighbor all riled up, but after cashing out of his tech start-up and going through an ugly break-up, he’s taking a permanent vacation. If he wants to wear sweatpants and sleep on a mattress in the corner of an empty apartment—
OK. Maybe he needs a little push in the right direction. But as Gemma races the clock to win her bet, she finds that Bigfoot’s been hiding a few things under his baggy flannel shirts. Like abs of steel, and a surprisingly big…

Heart. He has a big heart.
Soon, sparks are flying between this unlikely couple, but can Zach embrace a fresh start – however manscaped it might be? And will Gemma beat out her fashionista rival for the top spot – and keep the truth about their bet from Zach?

Find out in the hot and hilarious new romance from “the reigning queen of rom-com”, USA Today bestselling author Lila Monroe.
The Chick Flick Club series:
1. How to Choose a Guy in 10 Days
2. You’ve Got Male (Jan 2019)
3. Frisky Business (May 2019)

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REVIEW
This book is fun, romantic and engaging – true Lila Monroe style.
In true enemies-to-lovers style, a bet makes Zach and Gemma each realise that the other person has good, likeable qualities that their squabbling hid.
Gemma is the stylist that gets her clients. She listens to them and provides tips based on what the want rather than on what is currently trending. So, when a promotion comes up where she can put her vision to work on a larger scale, she’s all in, but her competition suggests a bet to even the stakes.
Zach is still in his getting-over-the-ex stage. Allowing Gemma into his life doesn’t just improve his wardrobe and living quarters; it improves his outlook, too. Still, his past makes him leery of women, wondering if he’s good enough as he is, or if he needs to change in order for them to love him.
I really enjoyed this first book in the Chick Flick Club series, and look forward to the rest.
I voluntarily read and reviewed an ARC of this book.

AUTHOR BIO

Combining her love of writing, sex and well-fitted suits, Lila Monroe wrote her first serial, The Billionaire Bargain, in 2015. She weaves sex, humor and romance into tales about hard-headed men and the strong and sassy women who try to tame… love… tame them.

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Release Blitz & Excerpt Reveal: Flirting With Fire (Blue Collar Brothers #1) by Piper Rayne

 

 

Everyone knows that if you play with fire you’ll end up getting burned…

What happens when you attend a first responder’s bachelor auction with your best friends? Well, if your name is Madison Kelly like me, your friends end up bidding on a date for you with your high school crush.

That’s right. Even back when I was ‘Fatty Maddie’ to all my classmates, I had eyes for the quarterback of our football team. Not like I was the only one.

Mauro Bianco may fight fires for a living, but he still sets my heart ablaze. One look at the rugged, muscular man he’s turned into and I want to slide down his pole.

One date. That’s all I’m committed to. A few hours and I can tuck him back into that tattered old shoebox in my closet.

As always, the universe has other plans. I never would’ve predicted that in a matter of days he’d turn from my dream guy into my enemy.

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My brothers widen their stances, share a look of amusement and cock their eyebrows at me.

“Hate to break it to you, but Maddie didn’t bid on you. Lauren did.” Luca laughs while Cristian chuckles.

“I’m going out with a Madison and she didn’t go to our high school. Which reminds me.” I pull out my phone.

“Maddie is Madison, you idiot,” Luca says. “Her and Lauren were my year.”

“I went to high school with Madison?” I try to let her face come back to me, and though I can picture her bright blue eyes and long chestnut hair, nothing about her is familiar from high school.

“Yes, but she definitely wasn’t hanging out at the bonfires and football pep rallies.” Luca grabs his helmet off his bike. The only responsible thing I’ve seen him do in the last few years.

“Well, shit and she doesn’t even want to go out with me? Her friend bid on me?”

Luca straddles his bike with a grin. I look over to Cristian, but he’s putting his shirt back on and starts fiddling with his earbuds. They obviously think this conversation is over.

“Yeah, but we’re all in the same boat.” Cristian’s thumb moves over his phone screen. “Maddie’s awesome and I think you’ll have a good time with her.”

“She seemed pretty quiet and way too accommodating,” I say.

Luca kicks his stand up, letting the bike rock a little under him.

Cristian’s hands freeze on the screen of his phone. “And that’s bad?” he asks.

“I want a woman who knows what she wants. Has her own damn opinions. Doesn’t just agree with everything I say.”

Cristian peeks over his shoulder, a look of amusement that matches Luca’s. “You want a girl to come up and grab your nuts?”

“I want a girl who knows what her favorite food is, has an opinion about where she wants to go for dinner, likes whatever sports team she likes and doesn’t default to my favorites.” I stuff my hands into my pockets, digging out my keys for my truck.

“Well then, Maddie might not be the one. Like I said, she’s nice.” Cristian slaps me on the shoulder. “Treat her good though, okay?” He inserts one earbud.

“What do you think I’m going to do, leave her in Garfield Park?”

He puts his other earbud in. “That’s not even funny man. I have a friend in that district and the shit that goes down there…” He shakes his head.

Cristian loses the entire point of my statement—the fact I’m not a jackass. I’m not Luca.

“It’s one date,” I say. “And who knows, maybe she’s nice but still has a wild streak.”

Christian again glances over to Luca who’s smiling like he’s fucking Mickey Mouse.

“Well, good luck on your date,” he says.

Cristian jogs away and Luca’s bike starts up.

I head to my truck.

The conversation is over, but I’m curious now.

Where’s my damn yearbook?

 

 

 

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Review & Excerpt Tour: The Hook-Up Experiment (The Experiment #1) by Emma Hart ~ 5 stars

 

 

1.Hate-screw my high school nemesis.

2.Remember to hate him.

3.Prove my brother wrong.

It should be easy.

It isn’t.

 

As the owner of Pick-A-Dick, New Orleans’ premier hook-up website, my job is simple. Connect two people for a no-strings, no-expectations hook-up. The plus for my clients is that I’m the one who gets to sift through the dick pics—except this time, they’re required.

My problem? My brother, co-owner of Pick-A-Dick’s sister dating site, doesn’t believe it’s possible to hook up with someone three times and not fall in love.

I disagree. I know it’s possible.

And my disagreement is exactly how I end up reconnected with my high school nemesis, Elliott Sloane. The guy who asked me to junior prom and then stood me up. Who egged my car when I rejected him, and convinced my senior homecoming date to ghost me.

It should be easy to hate-screw him. If only he was still that person, instead of a hot-as-hell single dad, working as a builder to make ends’ meet, fighting for custody of his daughter.

Not to mention packing in the pants department…

 

Three hook-ups.

One outcome.

Right?

 

 

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MY REVIEW

I loved this book!

Peyton is the heroine we all wish to be – strong, smart, independent and successful. Her amazing-ness increases when we see the way she falls for Elliott after their high school past is laid to rest. Briony is the star of the remainder of the show, but mainly because she manages to worm her way into Peyton’s heart as well as ours.

I am excited for the next in this series. This is a fun, sweet read that you most definitely will enjoy.

I voluntarily read & reviewed an ARC of this book.

 

EXCERPT

“Is she okay with that juice?” Peyton watched her go.

I selected the Blu-ray from the cupboard and shot a smirk her way. “Sorry to break it to you, but you’re getting a juice box.”

“I can live with that.”

I turned away and hit the eject button on the player. “You didn’t have to say yes to her, you know.”

“Of course, I had to. Have you seen those eyes? How do you say no to her, ever?”

“I think of all the times she screams and swings her arms like a tiny terrorist, and it’s pretty easy.” I put the disk in and turned around.

Peyton had one eyebrow raised. “See, now, I’d think that’s reason to say no.”

“It depends on the day. Sometimes it results in her being put to bed to calm down, which means she ends up taking a rare afternoon nap, and I get some peace and quiet.”

“That’s a thing around her? She was talking to me for thirty minutes flat about what I did and didn’t like.”

“Only thirty minutes? Lucky you. She has about three hours of material of that.” I took a seat on the sofa, making sure to leave space between us for Bri. “Did she get started on hedgehogs yet?”

Peyton looked a little confused. “Hedgehogs?”

“YouTube is the devil.”

“That…was quite the jump in subject.”

I laughed as the main menu music hit on the TV. “I’m going to preface this by saying kids are weird.”

“Some get that from their parents.”

I blinked at her for a second. She wasn’t wrong if half these people who had a mini-career opening fucking toys on YouTube were parents.

“There are a bunch of stupid videos on YouTube, and apparently, watching people open toys is thrilling.”

Now, she looked really confused.

“And on one of those she watched, the person had a pet hedgehog who wasn’t having the nonsense of her opening a Hatchimal on camera, so it stole the egg.”

She blinked several times in quick succession. “I have no idea what you just said, and if I’m honest… Please don’t explain it.”

I laughed and hit play on the TV.

“Here’s your dooce-box,” Briony said, handing Peyton two. “And das mine. I can’t do the straws.”

“Oh. Right. Okay.” Peyton looked at the two juices that had been thrust at her.

Smiling, I took one from her. I pulled the straw off the back, out of the tiny plastic slip, and poked it through the foiled hole in the top. “There you go,” I said to Briony. “What do you want for dinner?”

She put the straw in her mouth and pursed her lips as she sucked the juice up. Peyton watched her, lips twitching, as she put her straw in place.

“Pizza!” Briony announced.

Oh no. I’d eaten too much pizza lately.

Was there such a thing as too much pizza?

Maybe if the toppings were changed up…

“Peydon, do you want pizza?” Bri asked, leaning right into her.

“I like pizza,” she replied, smiling sweetly down at her. “What’s your favorite?”

“I like spots and cheese.”

“Spots?”

I coughed on my water. “Pepperoni,” I explained. “They look like spots on the pizza.”

Peyton’s eyes met mine for a minute. Silent laughter shone back at me. That really was toddler logic at its finest.

“You know,” she said, looking down at Peyton. “Spots are my favorite, too!”

Once again, Briony gasped. “Reawy?”

“Really, really. I love spots.”

Oh, Jesus.

It might have been a mistake introducing these two. Not only was my daughter becoming increasingly obsessed with someone who seemed to be a brunette, adult version of her…

No, that was the problem. Peyton was the brunette, adult version of Briony, attitude and all—and if there was anything my daughter didn’t need, it was someone who could teach her a thing or ten about sarcasm.

“I’ll order pizza,” I said, going to stand.

“Oh, you got it last time. I’ll go call them.” Peyton put her juice on the side table and tried to move, but Briony stopped her.

“No. Mimi told me that only gentlemen buy dinner. Princesses sit and look priddy.”

Peyton looked down at her. “Sit and look pretty? I like to buy my own pizza sometimes, and that’s okay.”

Without missing a beat, Briony said, “Princesses sit and look priddy so the mens buying dinner don’t know dat we can kick dere butts.”

 

 

By day, New York Times and USA Today bestselling New Adult author Emma Hart dons a cape and calls herself Super Mum to two beautiful little monsters. By night, she drops the cape, pours a glass of whatever she fancies—usually wine—and writes books.

Emma is working on Top Secret projects she will share with her followers and fans at every available opportunity. Naturally, all Top Secret projects involve a dashingly hot guy who likes to forget to wear a shirt, a sprinkling (or several) of hold-onto-your-panties hot scenes, and a whole lotta love.

She likes to be busy—unless busy involves doing the dishes, but that seems to be when all the ideas come to life.

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