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Enemies With Benefits by Roxie Noir Blog Tour with Review & Excerpt

17 May

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Enemies with Benefits, an all-new contemporary romance from Roxie Noir, is now live!

Enemies With Benefits Final

I don’t love him. I don’t even like him.
I just want him.

Eli Loveless was my nemesis from the first day of kindergarten until we graduated high school. Everything I did, he had to do better – and vice versa. The day he left town was the best day of my life.

Ten years later, the day he came back was the worst.

Now he’s my co-worker.

Grown-up Eli Loveless is sexy as sin. He’s hotter than asphalt in the summer. The irritating kid I once knew is gone, and he’s been replaced by a man with green eyes, perfect abs, and a cocky smile.

It’s bad that I want him.

It’s worse that he wants me back.

There are looks. There are smirks. There are smiles that make my panties burst into flame.

And then there’s a shared kiss that leads to the hottest night of my life.

This is no office romance. This is a five-alarm fire.

What’s a girl to do when the man I can’t stand is the one I can’t stop lusting after?

Enter into a friends-with-benefits agreement, of course.

No dates. No relationship. Just blisteringly hot sex, because if there’s one person I could never fall for, it’s Eli.

…right?

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Danielle’s Review

4 STARS

What a fun read!! I love the enemies to lovers trope and this book doesn’t disappoint!

 

Eli and Violet have been enemies since elementary school. Whatever one did, the other had to do even better. If either one ever showed a weakness, it was exploited to the max by the other. Upon graduation, both Eli and Violet head in different directions and are no longer at war with each other over everything. That is, until Eli returns to their small town 10 years later.
Now Eli and Violet are working together for the same company and the sparks fly immediately when they are back in each other’s presence. And as they say, there’s a thin line between love and hate and Eli and Violet are the perfect example. What starts as bickering and taking jabs at each other ends with a passionate kiss that neither can forget. Will these mortal enemies be able to leave the past in the past and embrace the attraction they feel towards each other now?
I loved this story!! There was plenty of heat in this story along with some sweet romance. Eli and Violet are great characters! I loved Eli’s brothers as well and hope they each get their own story as well. This is my first read by this author and I loved the writing style. I will definitely check out more books by her. Definitely recommend this book!



 

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Excerpt:

Don’t let him get to you, I tell myself, but it’s a feeble attempt because he’s already gotten to me. Eli’s been getting to me since we were five years old, and platitudes aren’t going to help the situation now.

Just don’t do anything stupid, I tell myself, and that one seems much more reasonable. That one seems like something I can handle.

The door opens. I brace myself. If I had a shield right now I’d put it up.

“Violet?” Eli asks.

Goddamn it.

“Yes.”

“You okay?” he asks, for the second time in two minutes.

“I’m fine,” I say, all the pent-up anger and irritation leaning on that second word.

“I’m just checking,” he says, letting the door shut behind him. “You practically ran out of the brewery like you were going to vomit or have a heart attack or —”

“— or before I finally lose my shit with you in public for acting like I need dart-throwing lessons?”

“Well, you do,” he says.

“I don’t!” I say. “I don’t care about darts! I don’t care that I’m bad at it!”

Eli just laughs. Somehow, we’ve moved closer to each other, close enough that I can feel his laughter rippling through the night air.

“Liar,” he says. “You’re pissed that I’m better than you at something and you’re terrible at hiding it.”

“No,” I say, swallowing hard. “I’m pissed that you followed me out here to keep gloating.”

“I followed you out here to see if I should call an ambulance,” he says.

“Liar,” I say.

I could swear that neither of us is moving, but we keep getting closer by centimeters, degrees. My heart feels like it’s punching my ribcage, my pulse racing. I’m praying that he can’t hear it and that he can’t tell that I feel electrified, like if he touches me I’ll spark.

I’m furious, and I want him, and I’m furious that I want him.

“You think I wasn’t worried when you sprinted out of there?” he says, his low voice getting louder, irritation edging in.

“I didn’t sprint.”

“Do you really think I’m incapable of concern?” Eli asks, his jaw tensing, his eyes glinting, the dark making them gleam gray.

“Not incapable,” I say.

I look him dead in the eye. My heart seizes.

“So I’m not a total monster,” he says, eyes blazing, voice dangerous and low.

His anger’s so real that it’s almost palpable. I feel like I could reach out and grab it, wrestle it with my own.

“I didn’t say that.”

“But it’s what you think.”

His eyes flick to my lips again, like they did inside, only now they stay linger there like he can’t tear his gaze away.

Please, whispers my body.

Hell no, whispers my brain.

“Since when do you care what I think of you?”

“I don’t,” he says, and his mouth finds mine.

 

About Roxie:

I love writing sexy, alpha men and the headstrong women they fall for.

My weaknesses include: beards, whiskey, nice abs with treasure trails, sarcasm, cats, prowess in the kitchen, prowess in the bedroom, forearm tattoos, and gummi bears.

I live in California with my very own sexy, bearded, whiskey-loving husband and two hell-raising cats.

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The Benefits of Bad Decisions by Lisa Suzanne Release Blitz with Review

1 Apr

 

Title: The Benefits of Bad Decisions
Author: Lisa Suzanne
Genre: Contemporary Rock Star Romance
Release Date: April 1, 2019

 

Blurb
After a bad decision lands me a role on a reality show, I expect it to be my big break as a TV star. Despite getting kicked off the first night, I land on my feet again when a talent agent who saw the show offers me an audition as back-up dancer for a popular rock band.

Knowing this could be my stepping stone is exciting, but the real thrill is watching Brody bang on his drums every night. It’s a bad idea for a dancer to hook up with a band member, but after he kisses me, I can’t stay away.

Facing the consequences was inevitable, and it only takes one scandalous mistake from my past to cause our complete destruction.

Bad decision or not, I always manage to come out on top… until I don’t.




Danielle’s Review

5 STARS

LOVED IT!

Zoey has a history of making bad decisions. She’s embarrassed herself on national TV as a result of another bad decision which isn’t going to help her achieve her dream of becoming an actress but she’s not giving up yet. Maybe becoming a dancer for an up and coming band will help her get noticed.

Brody has made his share of bad decisions but now that his band has signed to a label and headlining their first tour, maybe his days of choosing wrong are behind him. The first time he lays eyes on the new dancer for his band, everything feels right. With all these good feelings and realizing the attraction is mutual, there’s no way this could be another bad decision.

Will these two finally get it right or has there been one bad decision too many?

This book had me hooked from the start. I felt all the highs and lows of this budding relationship between Brody and Zoey. I loved the way they accepted each other for their authentic selves. Their connection was real and the passion was smoking hot. This isn’t my first story by Lisa Suzanne and certainly won’t be my last!!




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Excerpt
© 2019 Lisa Suzanne
CHAPTER 1

ZOEY

I wring my hands nervously in front of me, and then I force myself to stop. I wipe them down the front of my dress that’s purposely a little too short as I try in vain to eliminate the clamminess.
You can do this. You got this. Just go do it.
Be daring.
Be expressive.
Be bold.
I take a deep breath as I stare at the nameplate on the heavy wooden door. Derek Jensen.
He’s a Hollywood heavyweight, the casting director for an entire network, and I’m here for my interview spot for the reality dating show Single Life. Twenty women vie for the attention of one hot single guy, and I want to be one of the twenty.
If nothing else, it’ll get me a step closer to my real goal: a career on the silver screen. Plenty of successful actors got their start on a reality show. Jennifer Hudson, Emma Stone, Katharine McPhee…shit, even Jon Hamm failed on a dating show.
If they could do it, so can I.
I lift a shaking hand and knock on the door.
“Come in.” The voice on the other side is deep and muffled by the weight of the door.
I turn the handle and let myself in. I spot an open chair in front of the executive desk, and I force one foot in front of the other to get to it. I pause in my pursuit and glance at the man behind the desk, and I find myself frozen for one hot beat.
He’s a goddamn Greek god sitting there in a suit.
My first thought is that maybe it won’t be so bad to do whatever it takes to get what I want.
I wonder what he’s packing beneath his professional clothes. A six-pack of abs for sure. More than likely something long and thick beneath his belt. A broad chest that could hold me in the afterglow.
The door swings shut behind me as I study him. His lustrous and shiny dark hair is styled in a textured, slicked to the side way, and his dark eyes hold an edge of mystery as they pin me to my spot. I wonder for just a beat how old he is. Definitely older than forty…maybe older than fifty? It’s hard to tell, but age is just an unimportant number. It wouldn’t be so bad to do something illicit bent over his desk to get my spot on the show.
That’s how Hollywood works, isn’t it?
I tip my chin up with confidence. I refuse to be intimidated by a man even if he’s a stunningly handsome one like this guy. “I’m Zoey Fuller.”
He pushes to his feet and reaches his hand across his desk to shake mine. I place my clammy one in his and find his to be cool. Collected. Much like him.
“Derek Jensen. Have a seat.”
I follow his orders, and one side of his mouth tips up in a smile.
He leans back comfortably in his chair while I sit forward with unease.
“Why do you want to appear on Single Life?” he asks.
I draw in a deep breath. “I’ve been looking for love my entire life, Mr. Jensen, and I haven’t found it yet. Maybe I’m just looking in the wrong places.”
“And this has nothing to do with the doors appearing on a television show might open for you? You’re a gorgeous young woman, after all.” He glances at the paper in front of him. “A background in dance,” he says, and then he pauses as his eyes fall to my chest, my legs, and back up again, searing each part of my body as they trail along. “Lovely blonde hair, a pretty face that would work well on the screen. Big, blue eyes that scream innocence but a dancer’s body that says otherwise. How many Instagram followers do you have? I can’t tell you how many ladies who think they’re Instagram famous come through my door.”
A dancer’s body that says otherwise. His words echo in my head as I basically ignore the other things he said.
Is he coming onto me, or is this just how these interviews work?
I’m not sure, but he did ask me a question. “This has nothing to do with doors opening, sir. I have connections of my own that I could use if that was my end goal.” It’s a lie, but I’ve practiced it so many times it feels like the truth. The lie is that this has nothing to do with doors opening. I want to go on television because I want to be discovered. And while my brother certainly has connections, I want to do this for myself.
He raises a brow and glances down at some papers on his desk. “I see that here.” He nods. “Ethan Fuller, the drummer of Vail, is your brother?”
I was hoping to get through this interview without that coming up. I nod and lean forward a bit. I know exactly what I’m doing, and I watch as his eyes flick down to the cleavage spilling out the top of my dress before they trail back to mine.
“Hmm…” he muses. “How long have you been dancing?”
“My whole life. I started ballet before pre-school.” I don’t mention that it was also before my father was hauled off to prison. I leave out the fact that I missed a lot of lessons growing up because my mother was too busy with her man of the week to drive me to them. My aunt often helped out, and even today she’s the mother I never had to my half-sisters. I was always quick to pick up what I missed, though. But dance isn’t what I want out of life, either. “I danced all through high school, too. I taught a few private lessons during college to earn extra cash.”
His eyes fall to my body again, and I feel their blazing heat everywhere they land. “Interesting indeed.”
I take that as my cue. I’ve never been to one of these casting interviews before, but I’m sharp enough to understand why his door has no window on it. I stand and press my palms on his desk as I lean forward, allowing more cleavage to spill out. “I don’t want to talk about my brother, Mr. Jensen.”
He raises a brow at me. “What, exactly, do you want to talk about, Ms. Fuller?”
I look him square in the eye and use my most sensual voice to answer. “I’ll do anything to get on the show, sir.”
“Are you offering what I think you’re offering?” His hands rest comfortably on the desk in front of him, and I spot an empty third finger on his left hand. My eyes fall to his lips. They’re not too full, not too thin. They’re firm, and they make me think he must be a really good kisser. I want to find out.
“I’m offering whatever it takes to get on the show.”
His eyes dip to my cleavage again, and I can’t help but think how easy men are to read. “I know what I want,” he says. He flicks his head to indicate I should come behind his desk.
I step over to him, and he swivels in his chair to face me. He stands and kicks the chair out behind him with practiced ease. Clearly this isn’t the first time he’s allowed someone auditioning into the space behind his desk.
I gaze up from lowered lashes into those dark, mysterious eyes. I think for the briefest second that I’d like something more than a quick romp over a desk with this man. He’s powerful. He’s handsome. He’s smart. He must be loaded.
That’s all I’m looking for.
What I’m not looking for, however, is someone who would allow a girl like me to seduce him just for a spot on a television show.
So I’ll do what needs to be done, and then I’ll forget all about this Derek Jensen guy.
He sweeps my hair to the side before he runs a long fingertip along the curve of my neck. I whimper and allow myself to get lost in what’s about to go down in this office. People on the other side are doing their jobs, earning a paycheck as they hustle and bustle around, with no idea of what’s about to happen in here.
Or maybe they do know. Maybe this is something Derek does all the time.
But I’m in here now, and he’s never done this with me before.
Not that I’ll be the one to change him, to get him to stop his wild ways and commit to me. Not that I even want that. But for a split second, I get lost in the fantasy anyway.
He turns me quickly around so his front is to my back, and his lips replace his finger on my neck. I groan with lust at the feel of those lips on my body, and then he bends me over his desk so fast I don’t even see it coming. I grunt as the edge of the desk knocks the wind out of me a little, but he doesn’t stop, doesn’t slow down. He runs those same fingertips along my spine, and then he reaches beneath my dress, not wasting a single moment. He probably doesn’t have time to waste. Our interview was scheduled for fifteen minutes, and we already wasted the first five talking.
He pulls my panties to the side, not bothering with things like removing our clothes, and sinks a long finger into me. My eyes roll back and my abdomen presses harder into the desk as I fight the urge to come all over his hand. There’s something so illicit, so hot, so wrong about what we’re doing right now. I love it. I want it. I crave it.
“Shit, that’s wet,” he murmurs with appreciation.
I hear the zip of his pants followed by the tear of a wrapper, and seconds later he plunges into me. He’s thick, so he slides in slowly to allow my body to adapt to his size. He pulls nearly all the way out before he thrusts back in, and once he’s coated with my wetness, he drives in harder and harder. Each thrust forces a grunt out of me, and each time he rears back and pushes forward again, I find myself closer and closer to ecstasy.
It’s only a few more thrusts before I lose control. I spiral down into the blackness of bliss, the pleasure spotting my vision as my hands clamp down on the edge of the desk to brace myself against the onslaught of an orgasm. My body pulses and I cry out with it, the soundtrack in this office our voices mingling in an orchestra of satisfaction. He grunts out his release after my body relaxes into his desk, and he pulls out nearly immediately after he finishes. He disappears into a private restroom connected to his office, and I smooth my dress back into place. I’m sitting back in the chair facing his desk when he returns.
He clears his throat. “My secretary will be in touch with whether you’ve earned your spot on the show early next week.” His face gives nothing away, yet I can’t believe what we just did didn’t earn me a spot.
I grin. “Thank you, Mr. Jensen.”
He doesn’t smile back like I expect him to—like most men would after what we just did. “You can see yourself out, Ms. Fuller.”
I nod and stand. I’m sort of at a loss for words. It’s not like I expect that we’ll do this again, but I did kind of expect to know by the time I left today whether I’d be one of the twenty women appearing on Single Life.
I don’t say anything, though. I allow his words to be the last ones spoken in the office as I walk out the door with my head held high.
I did what I had to do, and it’s not like I didn’t enjoy doing it.
I completely ignore the dirty feeling that washes over me as I walk out of the building and toward my rental car.

AUTHOR BIO

Lisa Suzanne is a romance author who resides in Arizona with her husband and baby boy. She’s a former high school English teacher and college composition instructor. When she’s not cuddling baby Mason, she can be found working on her latest book or watching reruns of Friends.

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While I Was Away by Stylo Fantome Release Blitz with Review, Excerpt, & Playlist

21 Mar

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RELEASE BLITZ
Title: While I Was Away
Author: Stylo Fantôme 
Genre: Romantic Drama
Release Date: March 21, 2019

BLURB

You were in a car accident.

They say true love can last forever.

You hit your head, which caused your brain to swell.

Can span any distance, stretch across time, last beyond death.

The pressure against your skull damaged your brain.

Which leads one to wonder …

The damage left you unresponsive to most kinds of stimuli.

If you fall in love in your dreams,

And this unresponsive state is what’s known as a coma.

Can you find that love when you wake up?

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Danielle’s Review

5 STARS

From the first moment I met you, I knew you. Our souls were meant to meet, and will always meet. In this lifetime, in the next, in any reality, in any dream, wherever, whenever. I believe in that.”

I love this quote so much and it encompasses the feeling of this book!

Adele Reins was in a horrible car accident coming home from a party where she and her boyfriend had amicably decided to break up. The accident leaves Adele in a coma for 4 months. During this time, she meets Jones, who she views as her guardian angel of sorts. He becomes her companion as she travels to different times and places. As she spends more time with Jones, she develops strong feelings, to the point that when he tells her that her time with him is almost over, she almost doesn’t want to return to the land of the living. He assures her that she will find him again somehow, someway.  When Adele awakens, will she ever be reunited with Jones?
This story is unique and I love the way it goes in depth to Adele’s thoughts and feelings while she is in a coma. Adele has 3 older brothers and I adored the way they love and care for their sister and each have their own individual special relationship with her. I loved how supportive Adele’s ex-boyfriend was and she has a fantastic best friend that remained at her side while she was “away” as well. It seemed like there was a lot going on in this one story but I was able to keep up. I really thought this was a beautiful story and I wish it didn’t have to end! Highly recommend!



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EXCERPT 

Adele was babbling, she knew, but she couldn’t stop herself. So she was thankful when Jones cut her off and yanked her close. He sat up at the same time, and before she even realized what was happening, he was kissing her.
Finally.
The last time – the only time – they’d kissed, he’d disappeared forever. This time, she was determined to make the most of it. They both shifted onto their knees, arms going around each other, and when she gasped at the intensity of his hold, his tongue slipped into her mouth. She moaned and curled her fingers in his hair, praying the moment would last forever.
Ah, but this place is the anti-prayer. So shall you think it, so shall it not be.
Jones’ hands had moved to cup either side of her face. He pulled away, then leaned back in for another slow kiss. Tried to say something, then kissed her again. Once more, and she could just feel it – it was the last one.
“I wish we could stay here forever,” he whispered, pressing his forehead to hers.
“Me, too,” she whispered back. He grabbed hold of her wrists and gently removed her arms from around his neck.
“But it can’t be. You either go forward, or you go back. You can only stand still for so long, Adele.”
She didn’t even know what he was talking about, and she knew he was right. The storm above them was getting worse. Something was coming. Eternity waited for no one, not even her, it seemed.
She squeezed her eyes shut tight.
“I tried, Jones. I tried to stand still with you. I tried to get caught in the now with you.”
“I know you did. And now I want you to try something else,” his voice was so low, she could barely hear it over all the thunder.
“What?”
“I want you to concentrate. And then, I want you to open your eyes.”
She bit into her bottom lip and turned her head, brushing her nose against the side of his cheek so she could remember the feel of him. Inhaled deeply so she could remember the smell of him. Then she took an even deeper breath and did as she was told.
She concentrated on the ground below her. Listened to the storm raging above her. Felt Jones’ body heat in front of her.
And she also remembered. Could hear her brother Ocean laugh in her ear, the sound made such rare appearances. Could picture her brother River standing in front of her, looking so serious and concerned. Could feel her brother August around her, giving her one of his big hugs.
The wind around them didn’t lessen in intensity, but it did slow down. Or time slowed, she couldn’t be sure. There was a terrific booming noise, followed by the sound of something ripping. At first, she thought it was the sky – the storm must have really been opening up. Then she felt a tremor in the ground under her, and she knew what it was.
The giant tree was finally tipping over. It groaned as gravity took hold of its weight and pulled it over the edge of the cliff. She could actually sense the roots being ripped from the earth as the tree made a swan dive.
And as the roots came free, they tore apart the face of the cliff. She could feel the ground crumbling away from her, could tell she was falling. Jones held onto her for as long as he could, but just as his arms were about to reach their limit, gravity took over once again and yanked her away completely.

AUTHOR BIO

Crazy woman from a remote location in Alaska (where the need for a creative mind is a necessity!), I have been writing since … forever? Yeah, that sounds about right. I have been told that I remind people of Lucille Ball – I also see shades of Jennifer Saunders, and Denis Leary. So basically, I laugh a lot, I’m clumsy a lot, and I say the F-word A LOT.

I like dogs more than I like most people, and I don’t trust anyone who doesn’t drink. No, I do not live in an igloo, and no, the sun does not set for six months out of the year, there’s your Alaska lesson for the day. I have mermaid hair – both a curse and a blessing – and most of the time I talk so fast, even I can’t understand me.

Yeah. I think that about sums me up.

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Fool Me Once by Nicole Williams Release Blitz with Excerpt & Review

17 Jan

 

 

 

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Second chances are for kids, diets, and shelter pets—not for relationships. Especially not one like Chase and Emma’s.

Before he was writing chart-topping hits and smashing record sales, Chase Lawson was Emma’s childhood friend and first love. They promised each other forever, but forever expired at eighteen, when he landed a major record deal and left Emma and their hometown behind.

Ten years later, he shows up at their high school reunion with a proposition she can’t refuse. Six months. Seven figures. He gets a chance to clean up his reputation, and she gets the means to restore the old family farmhouse. It’s only for show—hold hands in public, kiss for the cameras—but boundaries blur behind closed doors.

It isn’t long before Emma feels her resolve slipping, crushed by the shadow of the boy she grew to love in the man selling out stadiums of present. Can Emma resist one of the most irresistible bachelors in the world? Or will she fall for the same man twice?

 




Danielle’s Review

3.5 Stars

A sweet second chance romance. Chase and Emma were high school sweethearts, in love until the day he left for a record deal and didn’t look back for 10 long years. Chase shows up at the high school reunion with an offer for Emma that is too good to pass up. She desperately needs the money for her family’s farm and will keep her heart out of the equation this time around. But can Emma really spend 6 months with Chase and not remember the way she felt in his arms? When lines get blurred between fake and reality, will Emma once again be left heartbroken and alone?
I enjoyed the story and liked Chase and Emma. I love second chance stories and this one definitely fit the bill. However, there were a few things that were a little hard to swallow that kept me from loving this story. Plus I feel like the story ended a bit abruptly. I’m a big fan of Nicole Williams so I will certainly continue to read her books and this was overall a good book.



“We’ve got to go over something first,” he said, smirking at my efforts to budge his arm.
​“What?” I asked, annoyed.
​“We’re going to be a couple in the public’s eyes. Which means we’re going to have to do certain things that couples do.”
​I blinked at him. “Couples don’t do that in public. At least not the normal ones.”
​He gave a grunt of disbelief. “I’m not talking about sex.”
​“Then what are you talking about?” My voice was rising the more flustered I became. The lack of apparel, the warm water, the way Chase’s brown eyes seemed to melt when he looked at me a certain way . . . I was struggling to keep my composure.
​“Kissing.” He shrugged as though it were obvious. “We’ve had ten years to get rusty. We don’t want to look like a couple of fumbling amateurs when we kiss in public for the first time.”
​My mouth fell open a little as I tried to determine if he was serious. “Kissing is like riding a bike. We don’t need to practice to get it right.”
The corners of Chase’s eyes creased. “It’s more like riding a unicycle. Once you figure it out, with enough consistency, no problem. But if you go a decade without climbing on that unicycle, you’re starting right back at square one.”
I had to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing. “You’re comparing kissing to a unicycle. You’re just as romantic as I remember.”
Chase treaded closer until my legs were brushing against his with each kick. “Come on. One kiss. Practice makes perfect.” His arms drew in, entombing me in his presence. One brow carved into his forehead. “That is, unless you’re scared to kiss me in private, half-naked in a swimming pool, because you still harbor some kind of feelings for me . . .”
I shoved his chest as a snap reaction, realizing too late that I should not touch him when he was this close, when I was this conflicted. “Fame has really gone to your head.”
His shoulders rose above the water before dipping below again. “So? Prove me wrong.”
“Fine.” The word materialized on its own. “But if you even try slipping me tongue, my knee is winding up in your groin.”
He wet his lips, fighting a smile. “When have I ever complained about any part of you nestling down there?”
My hands balled at my sides as I attempted to approach this whole thing like a science experiment. Objectively. Neutrally. Emotionlessly. “Just kiss me and get it over with.”
His smile quirked. “Once you’re finished whispering sweet nothings into my ear.”
When I tried to push him away, his hands circled my wrists. Chase’s eyes found mine, the color of his irises nearly indistinguishable from his pupils. My chest moved quickly when he swam closer, his head angling as his lips aligned with mine.
He hadn’t even kissed me and I’d lost all sense of direction. Up was as good as down in my present state. His breath fanned across my lips as he waited, perfectly at ease having me trapped in the corner of his pool, our mouths a sliver of air apart.
His grip on my wrists relaxed right before his mouth finally connected with mine. My body froze the instant he kissed me, but it didn’t last long, seeming to melt one piece at a time.
I didn’t realize I was sinking until Chase’s arm cinched around me, pulling my shoulders back above the water, his mouth not missing a beat. The last piece of me to unthaw was my lips, but the moment they did, they matched his urgency. My arms wound behind his neck as I drew closer, our bodies tangling beneath the water as he kissed me in a way I hadn’t been kissed in years; in the kind of way that made a girl feel delicate and invincible at the same time.
Chase treaded water, holding us both above the surface, the planes of his chest rising to meet mine with our uneven breaths. Before I knew it, our tongues were tying together, though it wasn’t him who’d broken that rule first. His chest rumbled against mine as my mouth and hands grew more feverish, no longer under the constraint of my better judgment.
​Kissing Chase was exactly as I remembered, yet totally different. The scrape of his calloused fingers against my skin felt the same, yet there was a newfound strength to it. His full lips moved with mine in a dance we’d mastered years ago, but there was a resolve I’d never tasted so deeply before. The way he held me was exactly the same, though the contours of his body had changed.
​When my chest was hammering from breathlessness, Chase broke the kiss, managing to evade my ensuing advances. His eyes remained closed for a minute, droplets of water winding down his face from where my hands had been.
​When his eyes finally opened, the look in them made my head dizzy, even as I reminded myself this had been a practice kiss. Nothing more.
“How was that?” he asked.
I had to look away in order to make my answer seem convincing. My shoulder lifted out of the water as I shaped my most detached expression. “You were right. Like riding a unicycle.”
“No, you were right.” Chase’s hand drifted up my back, his rough fingertips somehow soft against my skin. “Kissing you is like riding a bicycle.”



 

 

 

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Nicole Williams is the New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author of contemporary and young adult romance, including the Crash and Lost & Found series. Her books have been published by HarperTeen and Simon & Schuster in both domestic and foreign markets, while she continues to self-publish additional titles. She is working on a new YA series with Crown Books (a division of Random House) as well. She loves romance, from the sweet to the steamy, and writes stories about characters in search of their happily even after. She grew up surrounded by books and plans on writing until the day she dies, even if it’s just for her own personal enjoyment. She still buys paperbacks because she’s all nostalgic like that, but her kindle never goes neglected for too long. When not writing, she spends her time with her husband and daughter, and whatever time’s left over she’s forced to fit too many hobbies into too little time.

Nicole is represented by Jane Dystel, of Dystel and Goderich Literary Agency.

 

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A Place Without You by Jewel E. Ann Blog Tour with Review and Excerpt

8 Jan

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A Place Without You, an all-new emotional New Adult romance from Jewel E. Ann, is available now!

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The Law of Henna and Bodhi:

When love breaks, fall inward, fall together, and fall hard. Then let time pick up the pieces.

Everything feels temporary when you’ve experienced tragedy—until Henna Lane meets Bodhi at a music festival.

Young and spontaneous, they have a lust for seizing the moment, falling hard and fast.

When Bodhi is forced to leave without a goodbye, Henna thinks she’ll never get over him. But then she meets Mr. Malone, her sexy, new guidance counselor.

They are reckless.

They are forbidden.

When their secret is discovered, Henna has to choose between finishing school—banned from seeing Mr. Malone—or dropping out to follow her nomad dreams.

Henna chooses her dreams.

Over time, she learns that life is not a destination or a journey, some things are more than temporary, and the forbidden can never be ignored. But if she returns for him, will he still be hers?

A Place Without You is an emotional story of young love, shattered dreams, and impossible decisions.



Danielle’s Review

5 STARS

BEAUTIFUL STORY!!! I fell in love with this cover as soon as I saw the Paul Walker look-alike and then I fell even deeper in love with the story!!
 
Bodhi and Henna meet at Coachella and spend an amazing weekend together. The chemistry between them is off the charts and they agree to a temporary fling. Throughout their time together, they know they feel something deeper than just a fling but their timing is off so they take what they can get.
 
When their paths collide again, the timing is still off but the feelings between Bodhi and Henna are still as strong as ever. Are these two always destined for heartbreak or will they be able to find their HEA together?
 
Bodhi and Henna are opposites but their feelings for each other is so palpable and real. It was easy to love them both!! This book contains some of my favorite tropes, forbidden love and second chances. Jewel E. Ann is such a powerful writer. I can always expect her to hit me right in the feels with every story and I am addicted to it! She is so talented with her words and the topics she addresses are sometimes heartbreaking but she deals with them with nothing but grace. 


 

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“Let’s eat before we leave. I’m sure there’s quite the spread downstairs.”

“Rich people breakfast?” I ask.

She furrows a brow for a few seconds. “Yes. I suppose so.” Rolling away, she swings her legs around and stands up, stretching like a cat.

“Do you eat rich people breakfast every morning?” My curiosity has been piqued.

After a long yawn, she cocks her head to the side, lips slightly twisted. “Shredded Wheat with cut-up banana and almond milk. Is that a rich person’s breakfast?”

I sit up, doing a bit of my own stretching, loving the way her gaze roams along my bare chest, her lips parting ever so slightly. “No. I think that’s a solid middle-class breakfast.”

“Middle. That’s average. Average is good, right?”

“There’s nothing average about you, Henna.” I stand, following her into the bedroom.

“I’m going to shower quickly, and by quickly I mean I need an hour. Do you have an hour?”

“To shower with you?” I try to play it cool, like I’m serious.

I’m a little serious.

The color leaves her face. “Oh, um …” She twists her fingers together, drawing her shoulders inward.

“I’m kidding.”

A little kidding.

Henna’s posture relaxes as her cheeks pink up again. “We could.” Her gaze darts around the room before landing on mine for two seconds only to wander around the room again.

“My clothes are at my hotel. I’ll shower there. I need to get going.”

A slow sigh deflates her chest as she tries on a smile that misses the confident mark by a few centimeters. “Okay.”

“But thanks for the offer.” I wink.

More color paints her cheeks, and it looks stunning on her. “I kinda sorta thought we’d have sex last night, but we didn’t, and that’s fine, but now I don’t know what comes next.”

Does that make me the world’s biggest idiot for not taking what she was planning on offering? Or does that make me a gentleman? I’ve already fucked her a hundred different ways in my head, so I’m going to shy away from the gentleman label.

“How about you put my number in your phone and I’ll call you later today? That feels like a good next, don’t you think?”

Henna nods and turns, walking toward the bedroom door. Digging through her purse, she retrieves her phone. When she pulls it out, a string of three condoms comes out with it. “Oh jeez.” Quickly snatching them off the floor, she shoves them back into her purse.

I don’t respond because I’m not sure what the correct response should be.

“I was conceived at Coachella.” She hands me her phone with the contact screen open, ready for my information.

Taking her phone, I give her an expectant look, but she withholds all elaboration.

“And by conceived, you mean physical conception, not merely an idea kind of conception?” I hand her phone back and give her mine.

“In the shadows behind a stage. I know more details than most people should actually know about the moment they were conceived.” She lifts a shoulder in a small shrug. “But Juni is my best friend. She’s the absolute coolest mom ever, and the story of how she met my dad is my favorite story ever.”

I nod as she keeps her chin tipped toward the screen to my phone. “Why is that?” I take my phone back when she holds it out to me.

“Yin Yang. Opposites. Laws of the universe.” She wears a satisfied smile. “My parents were temporary. I was permanent.” Holding out her arms, she inspects her henna tattoos as if seeing them for the first time. “My mom had henna tattoos on her body when she met my dad. Henna grows in intensity over a few days before fading to nothing. It’s magical and beautiful and then it’s gone. My parents say that about their love for each other. It grew quickly into something deep and intense, but over time it faded. Their love—like most everything in life—was temporary.”

“We’re temporary.”

Her empty stare shifts to meet my gaze and she nods. “Don’t sweat it. Everything is temporary. But today…” she walks into my chest, and my arms wrap around her as she looks up at me “…we should be at our brightest, our most intense.”

About Jewel:

Jewel is a free-spirited romance junkie with a quirky sense of humor.

With 10 years of flossing lectures under her belt, she took early retirement from her dental hygiene career to stay home with her three awesome boys and manage the family business.

After her best friend of nearly 30 years suggested a few books from the Contemporary Romance genre, Jewel was hooked. Devouring two and three books a week but still craving more, she decided to practice sustainable reading, AKA writing.

When she’s not donning her cape and saving the planet one tree at a time, she enjoys yoga with friends, good food with family, rock climbing with her kids, watching How I Met Your Mother reruns, and of course…heart-wrenching, tear-jerking, panty-scorching novels.

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Raw: Rebirth by Bella Aurora Release Blitz with Review

2 Jan

 

Title: RAW: Rebirth
Series: RAW Family #3
Author: Belle Aurora
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: January 2, 2019

 

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It had been six years since my world was turned upside down.
He exposed me to the darker side of life and I could never go back to the person I was.
I had been through more things the average person couldn’t even relate to.

If I had the chance to go back and do things differently though?
Not a chance.

I’d pick him a thousand times. A million times. For eternity.

I guess not much has changed.

My name is Alexa Ballentine, and I am still in love with my stalker.




Danielle’s Review

5 STARS

The long-awaited reunion between Twitch and Lexi is finally here and it was well worth the wait!!!

Twitch has been “dead” for 6 years and he is tired of waiting to be with Lexi and his son, AJ. Luckily the time has come for him to be reunited with his angel.
“I’d found my religion. Lexi was my bible, and with her mercy, I would be reborn.”  
Lexi can’t believe Twitch is back. She is upset that he survived but “chose” to stay away for so long and several people she trusted kept this huge secret from her. But how long can she deny what her heart has wanted for 6 long years, especially when they share a son?
This book was everything I had hoped it would be! Twitch was still the same anti-hero that I remembered and loved and I loved him and Lexi being back together as they should be. I loved getting to reconnect with the secondary characters that I loved as well as a few new ones. Overall a great story that had me hooked from the start. I recommend this book to everyone who fell in love with Twitch years ago!



 

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Belle Aurora is thirty-something year old and was born in the land down under.
At an early age she fell in love with reading. Boredom one summer had her scouring the bookshelves at home. She stumbled across Sandra Brown’s Breath of Scandal and fell in love with romance.
Having been brought up in a loud and boisterous family of Croatian descent, she developed a natural love for dramatics and laughter. Only some years ago had she discovered a new love.
Humorous romance novels.
So many authors had opened a brand new world where she could lose herself yet feel safe and at home in their stories. Belle has been known to become a screeching banshee while anxiously awaiting their newest titles.
Belle never thought she would write. It had never interested her until recently. Friend-Zoned began to form and in February this year Belle typed the words Chapter One. And she fell in love.
With words.
With writing.
With a creative imagination she never knew she harbored.

Belle Aurora is a USA Today best-selling author.


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A Gentleman for Christmas by Prescott Lane Blog Tour with Review

29 Nov

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A Gentleman for Christmas by Prescott Lane

Release Date: November 26th

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A Gentleman for Christmas, an all-new standalone contemporary romance by Prescott Lane.

Some say “chivalry is dead.”

I don’t think so. Most women I know like a gentleman.

Protective, opens doors, treats women with respect, typically follows the rules.

But a gentleman doesn’t fall for his best friend’s woman. Current or ex.

And that’s what I’ve done.

During the Christmas season of all times — that magical time for decorations, gifts, family . . .

Yes, the girl who was off-limits for so long, who I’ve loved all my life, has come back in town and possibly back to me.

I can’t follow the gentleman rules this time. There’s too much at stake. I let her go once. I won’t let her go again.

What happens under the mistletoe, stays under the mistletoe.

Or does it?

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Danielle’s Review

5 STARS

Another must read from Prescott Lane! 

Jax had a pact with his best guy friends, the main part of the pact was that they would never let a girl come between them so if one liked a girl, she was off limits to the other friends. This rule meant that when his best friend said he was in love with Skylar, a female friend of theirs, Jax had to back off even though he was in love with her, too. Now, as an adult, Jax has written “The Gentleman’s Handbook” full of gentleman rules to follow.

Skylar thought Luke was The One and has been with him for 10 years. But when there is still no proposal after all this time, she figures it is time to cut her losses and move on. She goes home to visit and lick her wounds and reconnects with Jax, her longtime childhood friend. Skylar had a crush on Jax years ago but figured he never felt the same. She is shocked to learn that he has always loved her.

Can these two break the rules and find happiness together?

I loved Jax and Skylar’s story! They had such great chemistry and I loved getting both of their POV. This story was a perfect holiday romance – lots of sweetness without a lot of angst. Prescott Lane always pulls me right into each story and this one is no different. Highly recommended to put you right in the holiday spirit!




 

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Excerpt:

“Thou shalt not covet thy neighbor’s wife.”

Otherwise known as the original bros before hoes commandment.

I’m not advocating calling women hoes. It’s an expression, so put away your Encyclopedia of Political Correctness.

There are rules in life. The Ten Commandments were just the beginning. We have rules for everything. How to drive. How to dress. How to walk across the damn street. So why not rules for love? That’s how all this started — a set of rules between my buddies and me.

The Bro Code.

Obviously, bros before hoes is rule one. We vowed never to let a girl come between us, which meant if one of us liked a girl, she was forever off limits.

Little did I know our teenage pact would launch my multi-million dollar career. A little tweaking here and some socially acceptable rewording there and The Gentleman’s Handbook was born.

I’ve written books and given seminars on everything from how to find love, to how to propose, to how to have a successful long-distance relationship. You name it, and I’ve got rules for it. Personally, I’ve never been much of a rule follower, but that’s my little secret.

The funny thing is I’ve never been in love. Well, there is this one girl, but we won’t talk about her. It does no good to think about someone you can’t have and never will.

My lack of emotional commitment hasn’t slowed down my career one bit. Currently, I have two books on the New York Times Best Sellers List. My seminars sell out like a Drake concert.

I always find it interesting that the rules started between a group of male friends, but it’s mostly women that come to hear me speak. Occasionally, you see the poor sap boyfriend who was dragged along to listen, but for the most part it’s all women.

This time of the year is no exception. December first until January first is important for guys. Holidays are big for a lot of couples. If you don’t know what you’re doing for your lady, you better figure it out and fast. In fact, my rule is that you should be paying attention all year long.

Trust me on this. If you remember something she mentioned she liked three months ago and surprise her with it at Christmas, she’ll spread her legs before Santa even has time to slide down the chimney. Let’s be honest, that is always at least part of the goal for guys.

So my current work in progress tackles Christmas. A how-to guide for the holidays.

The Gentleman’s Rules for Christmas.

About Prescott:

Prescott Lane is the Amazon best-selling author of Stripped Raw. She’s got seven other books under her belt including: First Position, Perfectly Broken, Quiet Angel, Wrapped in Lace, Layers of Her, The Reason for Me, and The Sex Bucket List. She is originally from Little Rock, Arkansas, and holds a degree in sociology and a MSW from Tulane University. She married her college sweetheart, and they currently live in New Orleans with their two children and two crazy dogs. Prescott started writing at the age of five, and sold her first story about a talking turtle to her father for a quarter. She later turned to writing romance novels because there aren’t enough happily ever afters in real life.

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