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Title: SINGLE, Volume 3 (Single, #3)
Author: Lyra Parish
Genre: Erotic Romance
Release Date: August 17, 2015
Roxane’s heart is a traitor because she no longer has control. With each smile, touch, and kiss Roxane realizes that she is falling in love and one man is to blame–Parker Williams.
Words make the world go round. I love to write, travel, and sing really loud at the top of my lungs in the shower. Sweet love stories (along with the dirty ones) make me gush. I am firm believer that a person can never have too many cats or cups of coffee.Forget the beach! Give me a gel pen, a stack of blank paper, and beautiful mountains!
Authors: Riley Mackenzie
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: Fall 2015
Cover Designer: Sarah Hansen with Okay Creations
Everyone has a plan.
Dr. Guy Hunter secures his dream fellowship with a beautiful free spirit by his side. Two unexpected blue lines don’t even shake his resolve—he is on his way to having it all. Until he isn’t.
Abruption: a sudden breaking off
Jules Chiappetti loves her boisterous over-involved Italian family but is determined to pave her own way. An MBA and boardroom job is her ticket out. Until it isn’t.
Abruption: an unexpected event
Four years later, Guy is consumed by the challenges of being a single father, still struggling with the aftermath that derailed his life and left his son with special needs. He doesn’t realize his world went dark the same day his wife’s did, until Jules, his son’s new nurse, shows him the light.
I was the selfish bastard acting as if I was the only one taking a risk. The same scenario had played out in my mind and it was the reason I avoided dating all these years. I find a woman that’s into me, accepts my kids. Finn and Max get attached and then she realizes she didn’t sign up for insta-family. It was never worth putting my kids through the disappointment they had enough shit luck with their own mother. But what if a woman truly fell for me and the kids and I was the one to walk away? What if I bailed? In the end Finn and Max would always be mine, always be with me. Where would that leave a woman like that?
Jules was a woman like that.
She wasn’t most women.
Fuck, her risk suddenly seemed greater.
Bringing me back to the reason I was a selfish bastard.
Without hesitation, I nuzzled back into the same position against her neck but this time I wrapped my arms around her center and pulled her against my chest. I needed to make this right. I wanted her to feel my heart racing. “How about we take our time and give each other the chance to say yes. Just give me the heads up whenever we need that minute. Yeah?”
Her arms tightened over mine. “Yeah.”
I kissed my now favorite spot on her neck again then said, “Now how about we eat some breakfast beautiful, so you can shower and we can start our weekend. Or is there a minimum hour before you take off your slippers that I should know about?” She moved so we were face-to-face, her eyes now honey caramel. Damn she was beautiful.
“They’re not slippers, they’re Uggs.”
And definitely not most women.
Yep. That’s an “s.” There are two of us!
We’re East coast girls separated by Long Island Sound who met in Physician Assistant School and have been besties ever since. We can safely say that thirteen miles of water does not get in the way because we talk or text, no exaggeration, at least 150 times a day. No, really, we do—about everything and nothing. Shockingly, we never (we mean never) run out of things to say. Umm, ever. We definitely laugh A LOT and we’re a tad sarcastic. And if we’re being totally honest, one or two people might have, on occasion, used our names and ‘dramatic’ in the same sentence. But it’s hard to trust the sources since they married us.
It only took twelve years, two husbands, five kids, two dogs, and a two-week vacation in Cape Cod later to decide the romance world needed a splash of medicine. Write what you know.
So you can easily find us at 4 o’clock on Bank Street beach with a glass of cold Prosecco brainstorming. And guaranteed if we bump into you, literally, it’s only because our iPhones are glued to our hands (totally out of our control) either writing or editing our next novel (and yes, it is possible to do from your iPhone, we mastered it … damn those straight quotations).
When we are not working on our book or reading the latest angsty romance on our kindles, you basically name it and we have it going on. Soccer, lacrosse, golf, swimming, dance, gymnastics, football, chess, baseball, basketball, skiing, ice skating, school, homework, and more school.
Oh yeah, did we forget to mention our careers in medicine?
Needless to say, we realized fast that something had to go, so we opted for sleep. It’s completely overrated (yet so AMAZING) and delirium makes everything funnier. Good thing we share a brain and can pretty much complete each other’s sentences (definitely weird, we know), otherwise it might have taken us two years to write Beautifully Awake rather than one.
So that’s our story, who we are … just add AUTHORS to the list!
Among the highlights:
(1) My color-blind self never has to worry about going out the door looking like a sad clown.
(2) The Brita water filter is always replaced on time.
(3) Parker actually likes doing laundry for fun, and she only complains when I sneak my stuff in with hers about 30 percent of the time.
Oh, and as this morning’s adventure displayed, she’s an excellent excuse when a person needs to rid himself of clingy one-night stands.
But then there are the not-so-great parts. Like when she’s spent thirty-five minutes looking at lamps.
“Just get that one,” I say, lifting my arm to point at a random floor lamp as the noisy, child-filled scariness that is IKEA threatens to choke me.
She barely glances at the one I’ve selected. “It looks like a uterus.”
“What the fuck does a uterus look like?”
“Like that lamp. And honestly, for as much time as you spend rummaging around in women’s panties, you really should get familiar with their parts.”
“Isn’t the uterus the—” I break off, looking for the right word to describe the random memories from eighth-grade sex-ed class.
Parker lifts her eyebrows. “The baby cave?”
Like any normal guy would, I wince. “Christ. Why would I need to know about that? I use a condom.”
“Several of them, judging from the state of your bedroom,” she says, tilting her head to study the lime green lamp shade in her hands. “Do you think this would clash with my bedspread?”
“You’re asking the color-blind guy? Like I have any clue what color your bedspread is.”
“Seriously? Don’t act like you’ve never seen it. Two nights ago you flopped onto my bed in your sweaty gym clothes and it took me two washes to remove the man stank.”
I shake my head. “Poor Lance. Do you make him wear a plastic bag when you guys hook up so he doesn’t get his man stank on your sheets?”
“Lance doesn’t have man stank.”
I frown. “Hold up. If I have man stank, Lance has man stank.”
I open my mouth to argue, but instead I shrug. That’s another thing you learn having a girl best friend. You pick your battles.
“You have two more minutes to pick your lamp,” I say. “I’m starving.”
Parker adjusts her purse strap on her shoulder. “Oh, I’m not buying a lamp. I was just browsing.”
I inhale deeply to rein in my women suck rampage when I catch her smirk.
“Oh, I get it,” I say as we move toward the end of the store where we’ll pick up my dresser. “This is payback. You’re mad because I made up that story about you having a creepy doll collection.”
“Actually, it was more punishment for destroying the house rules. I’m totally laminating them next time.”
“Or you could just create an online version and keep them in the cloud like normal people born after 1980.”
I see a little lightbulb go on in her head and almost regret giving her the idea. Not that it matters much. I’ve never really followed her fussy rules anyway, although for the most part I try to not be too much of a dick. The towel incident this morning notwithstanding, it’s like I said, Parker loves laundry. I knew she had extra clean ones stashed away.
“Seriously, don’t get that color finish,” she says, shaking her head at the dresser box I’m about to pull off the shelf.
“Wood is wood,” I say with a shrug, starting to maneuver the huge box onto our flat cart.
“No, there’s old-man wood and there’s modern wood.”
I raise my eyebrows. “Old-man wood, huh? You and your kinky fetishes. Do you make the dolls watch?”
She ignores me, and uses her hip to push the box I’d started to move back onto its shelf. “That one.” She points.
“Espresso?” I ask, reading the label.
But Parker is now typing away on her phone. I shrug, pushing her out of the way so I can get at the box she indicated.
“How about tacos?” she asks, glancing up briefly from her phone.
“I just had Mexican last night,” I say through a grunt as I move the box into position.
“You said I could pick.” She gives me a challenging look, her goldish brown eyes practically daring me to argue with her.
“If it was a unilateral decision, why’d you even ask?”
“Unilateral. Good word. And it was a test. You passed,” she says, trotting to catch up with me as she replaces her phone in her purse. “So how did you and Airhead meet? The Beta Phi party last night? She looked like she was eighteen.”
“Airhead?” I ask.
“It was written on her pants. Literally.”
“Oh, right. Those weren’t her pants. Lindsay left them last week.”
She makes a disgusted face as she pulls her long dark hair into a messy bun. I don’t notice most things about Parker as a girl, because, ya know, it’s just Parker, but she does have some damn good hair. It’s all Victoria’s Secret model–-like, long and dark with lightish streaks running through it.
The rest of her is kind of Victoria’s Secret-ish, too, but other than an initial moment of whoa when we first met, there’s never really been anything between us. I guess you could say I like her too much.
That and she’s dating Lance, and I like the guy. I mean, we’re not best friends or anything, but it’s impossible to live with Parker and not have some sort of friendship with her significant other.
Lance and I stop short of braiding each other’s hair, but we watch games together on occasion. I’d never make a move on his girl—even if I wanted Parker.
Which I don’t.
“So let me get this straight,” she says, as I swipe my credit card through the self-checkout machine. “One of your booty calls leaves her pants, which is weird, by the way, and then a week later, an underclassman sorority girl willingly puts them on?”
I shrug and give her a look out of the corner of my eye. “What’s wrong with that?”
Parker closes her eyes and sort of scratches at her eyebrow. “You don’t tell your mother any of this, do you?”
“Sure, we actually have a family blog, and I list my sexual activity for the week every Sunday. Is that weird?”
She ignores me, pulling out her phone again.
I love it when I’m able to find a book that pulls me in from page one, and this was definitely one of those books! It was so hard for me to set my kindle down so that I could actually do adult stuff. So if you plan on reading this story, make sure you have a large block of time free, you’re not going to want to put this book down either!
I absolutely love the dynamic between Ben and Parker! You can tell how comfortable they are with each other, and the back to back banter they have, it’s hilarious! Though the banter is fun, you can definitely see early on how much they care for each other, though they might not realize it yet.
Once Parker’s boyfriend breaks up with her, you really start to see a different side to Ben. He starts to slowly shed his womanizing ways while he tries to show Parker how to reel in a man. He starts to look objectively at every man she talks to and decides none of them are good enough for his best friend. She deserves more than some random douche she meets in a bar. However, he NEVER expected to hear Parker suggest something that could ultimately change their friendship forever.
Parker is desperately wanting to get back into the dating game and relieve the sexual tension that’s been building since before her relationship ended. She’s been trying to follow Ben’s advice to hook a man for a one night stand, and though the men are hot, she’s just not feeling it. Then after a talk with her mom, she has a revelation, she needs someone she feel some kind of connection to, and there is only one person she feels that way towards……. Ben. Now the only thing she has to do is try to convince him that her crazy and outrageous idea won’t make things weird between them.
They try so hard for things to stay the same, but things do start to change between Parker and Ben. Feelings start to run deeper than they ever expected, but they aren’t sure how to tell the other. Will they keep hiding the feelings they feel and let an unexpected surprise ruin everything they mean to each other? Or will they take a chance and let fate run its course.
I would say this is most definitely a must read for everyone! Though this is the first book I’ve read from Lauren Layne, after reading this book, I will make sure it’s not my last!
Absolutely LOVED, LOVED this book!!!! Once I met Parker and Ben, I couldn’t tell them good-bye until I finished the very last page, then I hated leaving them! Blurred Lines is the PERFECT friends to lover’s story!
Is it possible for guys and girls to be just friends? In the movie, When Harry Met Sally, yes I may be showing my age, Harry believes “absolutely not.” But, fast forward to the current book, Parker and Ben would absolutely disagree with him. They are the perfect example that guys and girls can most definitely be friends. I mean, they have been perfecting it for years and are even roommates. She has a serious boyfriend, and he has a new flavor on an almost nightly basis. Parker even helps him get rid of some of his conquests the next morning. However, this great arrangement changes when Parker’s long-time boyfriend breaks up with her. She has no idea where to start in regards to dating or casual sex. So, she has a proposition for Ben. She needs to learn how to be comfortable having casual sex, and he is the perfect person to help her since he is her best friend. He agrees but only if they have some rules…the most important being that their friendship will not change. The sex is AMAZING, and the lines between friendship and lovers becomes blurred, especially when they have feelings they have never had toward one another, like jealousy when they think of the other one being with someone else. Will their friendship be forever changed, or is it possible that these two can be both best friends and lovers?
There wasn’t a thing I didn’t love about this book. The humor, the sexual chemistry, the angst….I loved it all. I have read lots of friends to lover’s books, but this one I will remember. I think it’s because of the characters. They were people I would want to be friends with. They were hysterical; there were many times during the book that I laughed so hard that tears were running down my face. They are truly made for each other even though they might not know it. It’s the easy banter and genuine respect for each other that makes the story go at such a fast pace. In fact, before I knew it, it was over…that was my only regret…I wanted to keep reading about them.
I highly recommend reading Blurred Lines if you like friends becoming lovers, and you enjoy likeable, realistic characters that draw into the story so much that you feel like you are a part of it as well. Of course, if you enjoy a story that leaves you with a warm and happy feeling after finishing, then I would definitely recommend this book! It was a great way to get lost for several hours!
**ARCs were provided by NetGalley in exchange for an honest review**
Lexi Taylor has sworn off men—why make an effort if you’re never gonna do it right?
But then she meets Coen Walker, not once but three times in the same day. He’s edgy, reckless, guarded and protective. From the first time he sees her he has to have her. He wants her and he won’t give up until she agrees to give him a chance and spend just one night with him.
Bumping into the same guy three times in one day can’t be a coincidence, right?
What would it be like to live life in the fast lane?
“Hey there, Havoc, too comfy on your bed here to come say hello to your buddy Coen?”
Coen. Shit. He’s here. Why is he here? How the? What the fuck is he doing here?
My eyes spring open and I’m on high alert. Maybe he won’t realize it’s me.
“Hey, Josh.” He says. I can hear his footsteps getting closer.
I’m lying here with a half finished tattoo. It’s not like I can take off running right now.
Well, I could I guess, but who wants an incomplete tattoo?
“Hey, Coen. What’s new man? What are you getting today?” Josh asks him.
“Mike’s just going to do a few touch ups. Nothing major planned this visit.” Coen says.
Oh good. He already had this in his plans then. He isn’t some psycho stalker that followed me here. I hope.
Suddenly I feel his finger, ever so lightly graze up my arm. It sends shivers up my spine and sets my insides on fire and my pulse through the roof. Why does this man, who I’ve only just met, make me so damn crazy?
“Hi, Lexi.” I hear him say behind me. His voice vibrates straight to my core. “We meet again so soon! What are the odds?” Someone else catches his attention and he stops. “Oh, hey Mike, there you are!” he booms in that raspy, sexy, voice of his and I hear his footsteps leaving my side.
Josh pauses tattooing briefly, squinting at me, and says, “You two know each other?”
Zane Tishler moved in with his brother after his nightmare divorce to find that his brother had taken in a “stray”, a punk chick with a bad attitude. Liliosa Cortez found a place to start over in a city built for hiding. But when her roommate’s brother moved in she pegged him for a pretty boy with enough baggage to fill a semi and major hostility toward women. But now, after two years, Lili and Zane have become best friends and the perfect “wingmen.” They’ve developed a system for tagging and bagging tourists. No strings attached. They are partners in crime who have managed to have the time of their lives in the City of Sin.
Life would be perfect if they could keep it this way, but a new player in the game makes both Lili and Zane face the feelings they had not been prepared to notice. What happens when dangerous shadows from a forgotten past find their way into the neon spotlights? What happens when the fuse is lit on all those emotions they have deeply buried?
Can they survive the explosion or will the backlash tear them and everyone they love apart?
When two pasts become one present in the searing Nevada heat…
When two realities collide under the lights of Vegas…
When two lives are threatened due to secrets and lies…
What do you do when you find out your perfect world is Perfectly Broken?
Liliosa Cortez has spent years hiding from her past. Unfortunately, no one can hide forever. Now, she’s forced to admit her mistakes and make a decision. Does she let those around her in to help, or go at it alone? Conquer her demons head-on, or remain by Zane’s side while he fights his own?
Zane Tishler is a master at avoiding the difficult parts of his past. He learned early in life that charm will get you a long way in the world and deception is easier than hard truths. Sometimes, old habits die hard. When his past mistakes start making continuous reappearances, he is faced with some of the most crucial decisions he’s ever made.
It took a near-tragedy for Zane and Lili to admit their feelings for one another. If they could survive that explosion, wading through the debris left by the past should be a breeze, right?
When you have secrets, they can rip ragged holes in the ties that bind even the strongest relationships. When you know the secrets you keep make you a monster, one unworthy of love, you hold a power that can tear you apart from the inside… and take down those closest to you in the process.
What do you do when realize you’re Unforgivably Broken?
Before Perfectly Broken, before a beautiful relationship can start, the bond that solidifies who Lili and Zane are together must form. Beginnings are always the first step in building something stunning, something undeniably perfect…
The first holiday…
Things are tense between Zane, Lili, and Tish. They’re all still adapting to living in the house, Zane’s divorce has just been finalized, and he’s pissed off at the world. A bright light, however, shines in his world of darkness. Will the person he’s hated since their first meeting be the one to help him turn things around?
The second holiday…
One year later, we find a much more settled family. Zane and Lili are falling into a pattern, learning to trust and lean on one another, but one wrong move, just the tiniest of slips, could ruin what is finally feeling solid for the both of them.
The beginning of tradition…
New Year’s Eve brings a fresh start, a chance to wipe the slate clean and begin again. Knowing your history, and where you come from, might be all that keeps you going when your whole world falls apart.
The strength of the holidays, family, new beginnings, and acceptance, is how their broken pieces begin to glue themselves back together again, if only for a little while…
Zane Tishler has never been the All-American picture of happiness. Every time he seems to get his feet under him, someone or something has to rip away his chances at healing. His girlfriend and son are missing after a devastating fire that left the home they shared in ruins, along with his life. How long can someone cling to hope without the two most important people in their life?
Liliosa Cortez has always been a runner. It’s how she’s survived for as long as she has. But, there comes a point when you just can’t run anymore. Lost in a world darker than she ever could’ve imagined, she has to figure out how to live with the choices she’s made — in her past and now. She has to act fast if she’s going to save the people she loves. That’s what matters. Even more than her own life.
Zane and Lili were finally finding their very own happily ever after when tragedy struck. What happened the day of the fire? Where are Lili and Conner? How can Zane and their family deal with this deep of a loss?
What happens when your world is turned upside down and guilt eats at you during every waking moment?
What do you do when all hope fades and leaves you Silently Broken?
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