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New Review: Promises We Meant to Keep: A Lancaster Novel by Monica Murphy

About the Book:

New York Times bestselling author Monica Murphy returns to the glittering Lancaster world with the story of a damaged woman who gets her chance to redeem herself with the one man who’s been in love with her forever…

Spencer Donato.

My brother’s best friend.

My dirty little secret.

We fell for each other at Lancaster Prep. Sneaking around. Not wanting anyone to find out. He was my first love, my protector, my knight in shining armor. We were made for each other, and I truly believed he was my forever.

But then I did the unthinkable, and betrayed him in the worst possible way. I thought I lost him for good…

Until I saw him at my brother’s wedding. Now he’s older. Crueler. Unbearably handsome. We’re drawn to each other still, but will Spencer be there for me when I need him the most? Or did I ruin us once again?

~My Review~

5 STARS

Oh my goodness, I devoured this book! Sylvie and Spence pulled me under their spell from the very beginning pages! I finished within two sittings!!!

This book truly opens up with a bang. The first few paragraphs gave me an inside look into Sylvie’s complicated psyche. She might be surrounded by wealth and privilege, but she doesn’t really know what love actually looks like except when it comes to Spence; however, she is always pushing him away. What she does to him in the opening pages may close that door forever. As they say, some love never dies, and that is the case with these two. After meeting years later at her brother’s wedding, she and Spence enter each other’s orbits again. That same pull they have felt from their early teenage years is still there, yet there is a lot of hurt and mistrust, especially with Spence. He is determined to never let her penetrate the walls of his heart again. Without spoiling anything, dire circumstances push these two together again, and this time, all those secrets they have both kept from one another have to be brought into the light if they have any shred of a chance to make their love last. 

To be honest, this is my first foray into the Lancaster world, and I’m addicted. I can’t wait to get my hands on Summer and Whit’s book. Despite not reading their story, Murphy tells Sylvie and Spence’s so well, that I didn’t feel lost at all. In fact, I’m glad I read this one first. Now, when I go back and read Summer and Whit’s story, I can see Sylvie from a different perspective, one with some empathy, because this poor girl has lived a complete nightmare her whole entire life. I’m so glad that Spence never truly left her in his past. He has such a wonderful heart, one that can bring some light to Sylvie finally. 

I love a book with heart-stopping, emotional romance, one that gives me butterflies in my stomach, but this one was so much more. With the addition of a truly diabolical character, a very flawed heroine, and an irresistible hero with secrets of his own but who loves with all his heart and soul, Murphy gave me one of her best novels to date. 

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Meet Monica:

Monica Murphy is a New York Times, USA Today, and international bestselling romance author. Her books have been translated in almost a dozen languages and have sold over two million copies worldwide. Both a traditionally published and independently published author, she writes young adult, new adult and contemporary romance. She’s also known as USA Today bestselling author Karen Erickson.

A native Californian, she lives on fourteen acres in the middle of nowhere with her husband, two kids, one dog, and four cats. When she’s not writing, she’s an assistant coach for her daughter’s high school cheer team, which is a two season sport. Meaning, she’s at practice with a bunch of teenage girls all the time. Or she’s at a football game. Or a basketball game. Maybe someday, she’ll even write about this experience.

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Sneak Peek: He’s a Keeper by Stacy Travis

Drunk-texting a grumpy soccer star?
Best worst decision of my life.

He’s a Keeper, a grumpy sunshine sports romance from Stacy Travis is coming May 24th, and we have your first look inside!

Especially when the player is the sinfully handsome, foul-mouthed Holden Sanders… my new library assistant.The benched bad boy needed an image makeover, I needed to save my job, and his star status was just what the library ordered to raise awareness for our fundraising campaign. The press can’t get enough of Mr. Growly reading to kids.

It’s win-win and completely platonic.

Until I need a shoulder to cry on after drowning my heartbreak in too many margaritas. I only typed that invitation to his brawny biceps and perfect pectorals for fun–I never meant to hit send. Holden isn’t the kind of guy to care about tears and feelings, least of all mine. He’s made it clear good girls aren’t his type.

But he shows up–with his strapping shoulder, a box of tissues and a supersized bag of Doritos.

That’s when I realize there’s more to him than meets the eye.

One soulful, smoldering mistake of a kiss has me craving more, and the heat between us quickly builds to a blaze neither of us can control.

But I’m not the only one guarding secrets, and Holden’s might push us to the breaking point.

Even if I’m surrounded by books, I know better than to believe in storybook endings.

And yet, I want to believe… Because I know he’s a keeper.

He’s a Keeper is a standalone sports romance in the San Francisco Strikers series with a HEA.

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Molly

When I reach the glass doors, I expect to see the irritable man outside scrolling on his phone or, if he really doesn’t understand the rules, walking to his car.
But he’s nowhere. Glancing back, I see Seth dutifully walking toward the story area, his shoulders hunched like I’ve sent him to the gallows. Still, he’s going. That gives me a couple minutes to track this man down. I should’ve asked his daughter for his name so I could yell it.


The library is a one-story building on a corner. A small square of grass sits on each side of the front walkway, which leads to the sidewalk where the city hasn’t trimmed the overgrown trees in years. The result is patchy brown areas where the grass doesn’t get enough sun and trees that block out the sky in places.


I head around the side of the building to where the tiny parking lot only has room for a handful of cars. My fugitive stands with a pair of preteen boys each holding a skateboard under one arm. All three stare up at one of the trees.


From my vantage point, I can’t see much except a whisp of what looks like orange fur on a high branch. The boys are doing their best to mask their nerves with a façade of bravado.


“Dude, you do it. I have a basketball tourney this weekend and my dad’ll kill me if I get injured,” one of the boys says, dropping his skateboard and stepping on one end so it flips back into his hand.


The other boy, who has a shock of blond hair, tosses his board onto the grass and cranes his neck toward the ball of fur in the tree. “Nah, he’s really high up. Dude, if he falls and dies, it’s totally your fault for letting him out.”


“I didn’t let him out. He ran out before I saw him.”


“Whatever. You were the one who opened the door.”


“You’re the one with a cat who’s too dumb to stay in the house.”


“Not. Helping,” the man scolds, turning his baseball cap around so the brim hangs over the back of his hair. Now I can see his eyes, though with the way he’s squinting at the tree, I can’t tell their color, just that they sit under aggravated brows.


It’s also crystal clear that my initial take on him was spot on—he’s so good-looking that he uses it as a hall pass to be a jerk. Even his stance, with his arms folded so his biceps pop and his shoulders pull at the fabric of his shirt, shows anyone within viewing distance that he knows what to do with hundred-pound barbells. And he does it.


“I don’t want him to die.” The blond boy wipes his sweaty palms on his jeans and takes a few steps closer to the tree, surveying the climb.


“He’s not going to die. Cats are ninety-five percent tiger. They have eighteen toes. They’re built for climbing,” the man says. “Plus, they have double the neurons in their cerebral cortex as dogs. They’re smart. Your cat’s only climbing as high as it’s safe.”
It’s like dinner theater seeing this brawny dude with the bad attitude rhapsodize about cats. I can’t tear myself away.


Suddenly, he jumps up and grabs the lowest tree branch and executes the most manly pullup, biceps rippling, as he hurls himself vertically, ending up in a squat on top of the fat horizontal branch. The legs of his jeans stretch taut over his thighs, and he balances like some kind of ninja. From there, he reaches for another branch overhead and does the same.


It’s like Tarzan with a zoology degree.


I inch a little closer to get a better view. The boys are fixated on him and don’t notice me until I whisper a question. “Do you know that man?”


“Nah, he’s just some dude who walked out here,” says the blond boy. “I hope he’s got extra toes too.”


“You know an awful lot about cats,” I call up to him.


From the way he flinches, he had no idea I was there. Holding on to a tree branch, he stuffs his other hand into his pocket and looks back at the cat, who’s taken the momentary distraction to scramble higher up the branch. “I almost fucking had it.”


“Hey. Children are present.” I put my hands over my ears to demonstrate, stuck in my library lady persona because, as I said, I’m bad with kids.


“Are you one of them, Mary?” He smirks. It’s not a bad look on him because it slightly looks like a smile. Except that the upturned corner of his mouth makes me want to punch it. And why’s he calling me Mary when I introduced myself to the group right before he left?


“Hardly.” I square my shoulders as though I need to prove to him that I’m not a child, which seems childish and makes me want to punch him again. “Anyhow, you can’t be out here.”


“I have no idea what that means,” he growls, stepping further along the branch, which looks flimsy under his weight.


He’s nearly twenty feet in the air and pretty close to the orange and white cat, which is no bigger than a grapefruit. It sits perched on a high branch meowing like it’s singing opera. Cute little thing.


I don’t have pets. It kind of goes along with my fear-of-kids thing. I worry the responsibility of caring for a pet might be more than I can handle. What if I forget to feed it for a week? What if I let it escape and it ends up in a tree?


But this cat has fate on its side because Tarzan scoops the small thing into his hand and tucks it into his chest. From the way his head is bent toward the cat, I can tell he’s talking to it.


Using his free hand, he deftly slips down to a lower branch and balances on it while he surveys the best path down. Lowering into a squat, he calls out to the boys. “You said you play basketball, yeah?”


“Sure,” one of the boys says.


“You’re going to catch this kitten like it’s a buzzer beater from downtown. You miss, you lose. Ready?”


The boys ready themselves, hands open, squatting like the ballers they want to be. “Ready. I’m open!” the blond boy yells, instantly in game mode.


The man drops the furry, striped body to where the boy grasps it surely in his hands. He scruffs it under the collar and tucks it under one arm while he and his buddy grab their skateboards.


“Thanks, man. You saved my bacon,” the blond one says.


As he swings from the lowest branch and lands in front of the boys, the man is already brushing off their appreciation. “You never have to worry about cats. They’re climbers. He’d have come down on his own, so if he does it again, wait him out. Don’t break a bone. Speaking of that, cats have more bones than people. They’re just small.” He spouts all this information sounding irritable and inconvenienced, as if anyone asked for an encyclopedia entry on cats.


“Cool, good to know.” The boys mount their skateboards and thank him again as he brushes some stray pieces of bark from the sleeves of his shirt.


Then his gaze locks on mine, and I notice the hardness in his steely gray eyes which have dark rims that look like they were drawn with charcoal pencil. They’re pretty but unyielding.


He stares at me like I’m the one who isn’t where I’m supposed to be.


“I need you to come back inside,” I say again. His eyes roam over me from head to toe and back again. He makes no attempt to hide his slow perusal of my form, and I feel a flutter in my belly that irritates me because I don’t want to react to him. I fold my arms over my C-cup chest.


“I’m sorry?” He cocks his head to the side like a dog who only hears words but doesn’t know what they mean.


“You need to stay in the library.”


“I don’t think there’s a law about leaving the library. Aren’t you the one who’s supposed to be inside? Who’s reading to the kids, Mare?”


The kids—as though he isn’t the biggest child among them.


“My name’s not Mary.”


He shrugs.


What he doesn’t know is that I wrangle headstrong, hormonal teenage girls for a living, and if I can get them to work quietly, I can handle one unpleasant man-child. He doesn’t intimidate me. He does, however, beg me to spend a little more time staring at his strong jaw, even though he glares like he’s weighing the odds of murdering me and getting away with it.


I exhale a long breath, prepared to explain the rules, but my mind drifts to a subject that’s more intriguing. It’s not a problem when I’m alone, but when I’m having a conversation with someone, it can lead people to think I have focus issues.
Maybe I have focus issues.


Drifting back, I point at the man accusingly. “How do you know so much about cats? Are you a vet?”


He huffs a disbelieving breath, stuffing his hands deep into his pockets. “I have a cat.” His icy stare makes it seem like he’s unhappy about it.


“You have a cat?”
“I just said I did.”


I shake my head as if to knock the errant words from my ears because I can’t have heard him correctly. In no world does this tightly-wound grump take care of animals, unless he’s skinning them for their pelts. Which makes me worry for the safety of his cat. “You have a cat. As a pet?”


He squints his eyes, which causes the corners of them to crinkle, which seems strange until I realize they’re laugh lines that accompany another smirk. He observes me with his hands on his hips. “As opposed to…?”


“I don’t know, like maybe you’re planning to feed it to some larger animal. Do you also raise coyotes and watch them devour cats for sport?”


He mirrors my stance, and I can’t help but notice the bulge of his biceps when he crosses his arms. He looks sightly menacing, and I worry for a second that I’m poking a beast that’s best left alone. He shakes his head.


“I don’t know what kind of weird shit you’re snacking on behind the reference desk, but no, I’m not into torturing animals. Any other questions about my cat?”


“What’s its name?”


“Greta.”


“Huh.” Is it wrong that I expected him to have a male cat? I picture him with a surly tomcat who hunts for mice with him in the dark. “Greta,” I confirm.


“Garbo. She’s a European Shorthair. Swedish. I like old movies.”


A Tetris block drops into place. “The DVDs. You were renting oldies?” It happens that our branch has a big collection of classic films on DVD, and some people come from across the city for them.


His brow furrows. “What?”


“A couple weeks ago. I ran into you?” What’s the use of pointing out that it wasn’t memorable? “Never mind. But if you’re a Garbo fan, I feel compelled to admit I always liked Romance better than Camille. I know that’s controversial.” I glance to the side, thinking about the two movies. When my attention drifts back, he’s studying me like I’m an oddity.


I’m used to that look. Yes, I’m the library lady who likes books—and even movies—more than people.


It’s why I get a perverse thrill at hiding details about my life and letting people assume what they want. If I admitted to a one-night stand here or there, there’d be questions. Assumptions. Maybe even invitations to hang out after work with some of the male faculty at school. Easier to let people assume I’m a sunshiny little hermit on my way to becoming a spinster.


What people think is irrelevant, which is why it surprises me when this guy picks up my conversational tangent like it’s normal. “Camille might be a tad overrated. I agree there. But Romance isn’t my favorite.”


“Which is your favorite?” I’m here for the talk about old movies. I kind of love it.
“The Kiss.” His gray eyes boring into mine until I can’t take the weight of his stare any longer and look away. I feel the heat rise in my cheeks and prickles of warmth crawl up the back of my neck. Must be hot out here.


When I recover my composure and look at him, he’s smirking like he knows the effect he has on me. “Anyhow, I gotta go.” He starts walking toward the parking lot, forcing me to move quickly to keep pace with his long stride.


“Oh. No. No, no, no. We have to go back. You need to stay inside the library.”


“Why?”


“Because it’s a rule. Parents stay.”


We reach the parking lot and he stops by the door of a sleek-looking Porsche. I half expect him to speed away without finishing the conversation, but he doesn’t pop the locks. “I’m not a parent. I’m here with my niece. We’re bonding.” His grimace and the irritated tone of his voice makes bonding sound as much fun as being stapled naked to a tree.


“It doesn’t matter. You’re her guardian. Parents, guardians, nannies, babysitters, uncles—all of those people need to stay if they bring a kid to the library. It’s not daycare.”


“Not my rule.”


Pressing his lips together, he glares at me like I’m a gnat he’d like to flick away. I offer him my most meaningful stare, which is challenging as my traitorous body cranks up the heat again when he looks at me – to say nothing about my pounding heart.


Stop it. He’s just a man. A normal human man.


Okay, he’s not normal. He’s spectacular, gorgeous, stunning—all the adjectives. But still, just a man. The wind chooses this moment to kick up behind me, pushing a bunch of flyaway strands out of my ponytail and into my face like runaway tumbleweeds, so for a moment, I can’t see if he’s decided to make a break for the fancy, fast car.


“Be a better guy than that.”


Something in his eyes shifts, softens, if only slightly. “Fine,” he says, turning back toward the library. “Not like I have any place to be.” I catch the sarcasm in his tone and the view of his broad shoulders as he swaggers back toward the door.


“It’s one hour. I’m sure you’ll manage. It’ll give you more bonding time, and if you really can’t stand it, the place is full of books. Maybe you’ll find a new favorite author.” I can’t help the brightness of my tone. I love books.


“I said it was fine,” he says over his shoulder, but his fierce, sweeping stride makes it clear he dislikes my terms. He walks ahead of me, so I’m forced to keep pace if I want to see his face, which is marked by a resigned lack of enthusiasm.


“What’s your name?” I ask.
“Holden.”


I extend my hand, which he grips firmly before dropping it. I swallow hard when I feel an electric zing of pleasure erupt over my skin at his touch. Infuriating, traitorous skin.


“Nice to meet you. I’m Molly.” It’s not particularly nice, but I’m not about to alienate one of the few people at the library. I need about twenty more of him.


“Molly, huh? Given your whole spoonful of sugar vibe, I could’ve sworn it was Mary.”
“Nope, Molly.” I ignore the Mary Poppins reference. He thinks he’s so original.


He stares me down. “Okay, Mare. I mean, Molly.” He says my name slowly like it sticks in his throat. Charmer.

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About Stacy Travis
It’s a rough world out there, and we all sometimes need a good, romantic beach read, even if we can’t make it to the beach. I’ve spent many lazy days walking the streets of Paris and other gorgeous European cities, and if I’m doing it right, I’m bringing you a dash of romance and a vacay fantasy.
I can’t sit still, so when I’m not hiking, biking or running, I’m playing a very average game of tennis. Background music for writing undoubtedly features some U2, Lizzo, Billy Joel, Pink, Taylor Swift, and Led Zeppelin. Not necessarily in that order. And if I could only eat one food group, it would be cheese. Or wine. Or bread. Are those food groups? Whatever.

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Light in the Dark by Kate McWilliams Release Blitz with Excerpt

Moon Harbor, Maine was supposed to be the fresh start Alex Benning was looking for. As she settles into her new life, not only does she reconnect with her first love, Sam Waters, but also uncovers a family secret that threatens to change everything. Fans of the Indigo Ridge series by Devney Perry will devour Light in the Dark by Kate McWilliams, a steamy small-town, romantic suspense.

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A woman in search of a place to belong.

A man finally getting his second chance.

And a lingering secret that threatens to change everything…

Alex Benning has never known a true home. After inheriting her beloved aunt’s cottage in the small coastal town of Moon Harbor, Maine, she finally gets a chance to start over and leave the life of solitude behind. But she never expects to find herself face to face with her first love—the first man to ever break her heart.

Sam Waters stopped looking for love a long time ago. With a job he enjoys and people he cares about, he’s finally learned to be content with things just as they are. Until the one who got away comes back into his life and makes him crave more. The flame between Alex and Sam reignites and the sparks between them are brighter than ever.

But as Alex settles into her new home, she begins to uncover the truth about her family and the tragedy that changed her life all those years ago. With more questions than answers, Alex and Sam set out to discover what really happened. And the closer they get, the closer danger lurks.

Will Alex be able to survive the unraveling of old family secrets before it’s too late? Before she loses Sam forever.

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 I looked up at Sam’s face. Concern was all over it, but something else was in his eyes. It was then that I realized just how close he was standing to me. My breasts were grazing his chest with each breath I took. For a minute, we just stared at each other. Hesitantly, I brought my free hand up to rest over Sam’s heart. It was pounding deep within his ribs and each beat was like a drum I could feel vibrating everywhere.

Suddenly, his other hand was at my waist, fingers digging into my flesh enough to make me jump. Not out of fear. Right here, right now, I wasn’t scared. I needed him. I needed to feel him, to be felt by him. To forget everything else that was happening. I didn’t want to think about being alone or someone trying to hurt me. I wanted to live in this moment.

I released his hand and brought mine up to wrap around his neck. Our eyes didn’t move off of each other. He bent down slowly, grabbing onto my hip. His lips were so close to mine, I could feel his warm breath on my face as he opened them. What happened in a moment felt drawn out in slow motion. It was too slow for me. I lifted my head towards him, our lips only an inch away. And then, a riot.

His lips finally crashed down on mine and everything exploded. Our touch, our breath, the hot streaks of anticipation flashing through my body. I felt his hands grab me harder, hard enough to maybe leave a bruise and if I could have spared the brain cells to think about that, I would have found it sexy. But instead, I couldn’t think. Just feel. His lips were surprisingly soft, but the pressure was hard. He swooped his tongue into part my own lips and claim my mouth. My hands at the back of his neck now pulled at his hair, not to pull him away but to have something to hold onto in this frenzy. 

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A writer, poet, and essayist, Kate McWilliams loves letting loose by writing steamy, heart-melting romances mixed with mystery and suspense.

Growing up in a “reader” household, she gets her love of mysteries from her mother and her love of steamy romance from being a triple Taurus. An avid reader, she loves most genres, though her favorite books usually come from her fellow indie romance authors.

Kate is mom to the best kid in the world, who rightfully turns her nose up at anything romantic. Together they live in New Jersey with their crazy corgi, Nova.

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Because of Him by Millie Thomas Cover Reveal with Pre-Order Link

Join us for the cover reveal of Because of Him by Millie Thomas. Readers who love single parent romances will sink their teeth into this steamy, forbidden, age gap romance. Keep scrolling for more details about this gorgeous cover. 

Title: Because of Him

Author: Millie Thomas

Release Date: March 21, 2022

Genres: Contemporary Romance

Trope: Age Gap, Single Mom, Forbidden, Parent-Teacher

Synopsis:

My sex drive died when my husband did.

Raising our four young children had been my sole focus and no matter how often my friends told me to move on, I could never bring myself to do it.

The night I walked into Stefen’s classroom, it all changed.

Who knew all it would take was a young, tall and incredibly sexy history teacher to make it happen?

For the first time in nearly six years, I could feel that fire sparking inside me again.

There were no rules against parents and teachers dating but I fought long and hard (pun intended) to keep my wanton desire for him at bay.

And for the most part, it was working.

But then my eldest invited him over for Thanksgiving and being so close to him messed with my brain.

And my libido.

Now, I’m wondering if I was finally ready to move on.

Because of Stefen, I just might be.

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New Review: Kiss and Tell (St. Francis U #1) by Maya Hughes


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Our star-crossed love is my first and I want him to be mine.

A new college campus. A secret bound to explode in my face. And a football player neighbor who is bad news in the best of ways.

Reid Riddick was hotness personified, so of course I literally ran into with him–well, more like he plowed into me.

I didn’t know he was a football player when I started falling and now I can’t stop. A stolen kiss later and my heart races whenever he looks at me from across the quad.

But my secret would spell disaster for him.


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5 STARS

I’m a huge fan of Maya Hughes, and Kiss and Tell is exactly why!! She has such a talent for building a great story around great characters. 

I loved her Fulton U series, and now she introduces their rivals in this series. I can honestly say I unashamedly fell in love them just as much as I did my Fulton boys and girls. 

Reid has one goal in his sight…earn a spot in the pros. He wants to take care of his father just as his father has always taken care of him. That means no girls and especially no dating. Everything is going as planned until he literally runs into his new neighbor, Leona.

Leona has a goal too…to make up for lost time with her father. She has been separated from him for years. She wasn’t expecting Reid either. Their involvement will definitely raise eyebrows as her father is the president of the university. She wants people to like her for who she is, not who her father is. Not to mention, the football coach hates her father. As you might imagine, their journey to a HEA won’t be an easy one, but it will be one that you will want to accompany them on. 

Part of the magic of Maya Hughes is her ability to make me fall in love with not only her main characters but her secondary characters as well. I have a connection with them even before I really know them, whetting my appetite for more of their stories! 

Not only is there romance in this book, but I got a glimpse of the dark side of college athletics in the form of their college football coach. His story isn’t finished in this book, but I am hoping he gets what is coming to him. In addition, there is a hint of a mystery. There is a gossip site that knows a lot of the secrets on campus, and I can’t wait to find out their identity. 

As usual, I hate telling the crew good-bye, but I know I will be returning before too long! Another victory for Maya Hughes!!!!

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I inhaled deeply and sunk deeper against him, knowing I shouldn’t let myself. He smelled like grass and leather and Icy Hot, but there was also an underlying sweetness. I was tempted to press my nose to his chest and suck in a lungful of Reid.

I wished we weren’t in a freezing cold garage, but back in my bed after we’d passed out watching District 9 or The Abyss. Or maybe after taking things a bit further. 

He yawned, rubbing his hand down my back. “Hey, we made it.” 

I scooted back a little and looked up at him, trying not to be self-conscious about my morning breath. “We did. Thanks for not letting me freeze.”

“What kind of teammate would I be if I let you turn into a popsicle?” 

“A terrible one. Now I know why the guys keep you around. You’ll do anything for the team.” I meant it as a tease, but it was also a reminder of why we couldn’t be together. 

“I will.” He didn’t unlock his hand from around mine. The smooth glove glided over the back of my hand. 

Staring into his eyes, all the feelings I’d been trying to suppress came rushing back. They flooded my veins and sparked my nerve endings. 

His head dipped lower so our foreheads almost touched. I’d never thought mine was sensitive before, but now I could feel every graze and skim. 

Our noses brushed, and I swore I could feel the flutter of his eyelashes. 

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New Review: Relinquish (Raven’s Oath #1) by Kate Benson & Kathy Coopmans

Title: Relinquish Series: Raven’s Oath Author: Kate Benson & Kathy Coopmans Genre/Trope: Contemporary Romance, Opposites Attract, Instalove

From USA Today Bestselling Author Kathy Coopmans and Kate Benson comes Raven’s Oath, a series of standalone romance featuring hitmen.

I’m the man you’ll never see coming.
A killer who doesn’t bat an eyelash when taking a life.
I go in, do my job and move on to the next hit.
But one night, everything falls apart when I stumble upon an exotic beauty standing over my dead target.
The last thing I have room for in my broken existence is an innocent woman.
For her sake, she’d better be.
At first touch, it’s obvious this might be the one job I can’t walk away from.
She may be the one who forces me to relinquish control.

Christie’s Review

5 Stars

I was so excited when I discovered that these two talented ladies were going to parlay their talents into writing a book together! They certainly DID NOT disappoint!!!! 

I know writers need a hook to pull their readers into the story very early in the beginning. The one in this book was one of the best I have come across in a while. They had my attention from the first few paragraphs. I was riveted until the last word, and I’m still hooked, waiting on the next installment in the series. 

Everyone who knows me knows that I have to be invested in the characters as well. Ezra and Lily were extremely complicated and complex. In fact, many parts of the book were character-driven…yet somehow perfectly balanced with the suspense. Who could make a hitman endearing and easy to fall in love with except Kate and Kathy! Ezra was the perfect hero even though he was perfectly flawed. He wasn’t born a hitman, he was made into one because of the ghosts of his past. Thankfully, Lily was somehow able to break through the walls he erected. 

“For the first time in my life, I found a woman who grabs hold of my busted heart, and without even knowing the truth as to why, she’s starting to mend it.” ~Ezra~

I couldn’t help but love Lily as well. She, like Ezra, endured circumstances that made her into the person she was. She was nurturing to Ezra despite the fact that her husband was murdered and she is now a captive of sorts of Ezra. She was intelligent, resourceful, observant, and spunky. Many people completely underestimated her. 

“He may think I’m stupid, not able to put two and two together, but he’s proving to be just as wrong about me as everyone else.” ~Lily~

Not only did the main characters add another layer to the book but so did the other characters, such as Raven and Kaci. There was just enough mystery about these two to perk my interest and whet my appetite to learn more about them. I am certainly hoping these two have stories to tell me as well.

Many times in a romantic suspense, writers sometimes overplay either the romance or the suspense. Not with this book…both were perfectly balanced! Great job, ladies! I’m looking forward to the next book in the series!

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I feel my foot graze against something and bravely glance down, my mouth going desert dry as I see the bloodied blade that I assume was used to kill Theo.

My heart jolts in fear.

My insides shiver and shake.

Dread lifting the fine hairs at the nape of my neck.

My movements cease for a split second, long enough to have my mind reeling.

That’s when I see him step out from the shadows.

His chiseled perfect features emerge from the soft-glow lighting in the hallway as he rounds the corner, revealing himself.

Whoever he is, his face makes me want to run my fingers down the perfect symmetry of his bone structure.

My heart rate picks up as a tingle of heat runs down my spine, and I swear to God the atmosphere fills with magnetic sexual chemistry.

Instant attraction.

He’s beautiful and huge—his frame rippling with fierce muscle, and his long dark blonde hair, neatly trimmed beard, and eyes the color of autumn have stunned me stupid. The force of my reaction to him is alarming.

Sickness in my stomach churns over my way of thinking, and his nerve-wracking stare as he slowly shifts his eyes up and down my body is enough to silence the thoughts that are screeching through me as I bend to lift the knife into my hand.

For the first time since I came home, my jumbling emotions make way for something else, something much more reasonable, and I shudder as the breath leaves the man’s chest in tandem with mine, our gazes tangling.

His is rippling with hostility.

By the time I’m upright, he’s cleared the distance between us, only a few feet remaining between him and me.

This is it. Theo’s final ‘fuck you’ farewell.

At the same moment I raise my arm to lift the knife toward him, he raises a rifle and points it directly at my head.

In this moment, I’m certain of only one thing.

I’ve just come face to face with the man who killed my husband.

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Josh and Gemma Make a Baby by Sarah Ready Blog Tour with Excerpt

When the baby-making ends will something else begin?

Josh and Gemma Make a Baby, an all new laugh-out-loud friends-to-lovers romantic comedy from bestselling author Sarah Ready is available now!

New Year’s Resolution:
Have a baby
Preferably with Josh Lewenthal

Meet Gemma Jacobs. She’s driven, energetic, and a positive thinker. She has a great career working for famed self-help guru Ian Fortune, she lives in a cute studio apartment in Manhattan, and her family is supportive and loving (albeit a little kooky). Her life is perfect. Absolutely wonderful.

Except for one tiny little thing.

After a decade of disastrous relationships and an infertility diagnosis, Gemma doesn’t want a Mr. Right (or even a Mr. Right Now), she just wants a baby.

And all she needs is an egg, some sperm, and IVF.

So Gemma makes a New Year’s resolution: have a baby.

Josh Lewenthal is a laid-back, relaxed, find-the-humor-in-life kind of guy. The polar opposite of Gemma. He’s also her brother’s best friend. For the past twenty years, Josh has attended every Jacobs’ family birthday, holiday, and event – he’s always around.

Gemma knows him. He’s nice (enough), he’s funny (-ish), he’s healthy (she thinks) and he didn’t burn any ants with a magnifying glass as a kid. Which, in Gemma’s mind, makes him the perfect option for a sperm donor.

So Gemma wants to make a deal. An unemotional, business-like arrangement. No commitments, just a baby.

To Gemma’s surprise, Josh agrees.

They have nothing in common, except their agreement to make a baby and their desire to keep things businesslike.

But the thing about baby-making…it’s hard to keep it businesslike, it’s nearly impossible to keep it unemotional, and it’s definitely impossible to keep your heart out of the mix. Because when you’re making a baby together, things have a way of starting to feel like you’re making other things too – like a life, and a family, and love. And when the baby-making ends, you wish that everything else didn’t have to end too.

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Josh is on my bed.
What the heck?
It’s like he has some sort of super-psychic power that lets him know when a woman needs him. I think about him stealing my undies all those years ago and I realize that yes, he probably does have a secret power. Some sort of man radar—mandar.
We haven’t really spoken in years, except for the casual greeting at the New Year’s party or a “hi, how are you” at a random friends and family get together. Yet here he is, right when I need him.
I step into my bedroom and shut the door. Josh is spread out on my pink lace coverlet, his arms behind his head, and his legs crossed—the picture of relaxation. He’s in his standard outfit, faded jeans and a tight T-shirt depicting some obscure graphic novel character. His black hair needs a trim and he has at least two days’ worth of dark stubble on his face.
Even though I’m indifferent to him as a person and I know for a fact he’s not my type, my lady parts still clench. He’s that good looking.
He smirks at me, like he knows the effect he’s having. Here’s the thing about Josh, he’s completely unable to take life seriously. It’s like the whole universe is a funny joke to him, and he’s just living his life so he can be amused.
When he graduated from high school he was voted the most likely to succeed. He was captain of the football team, the basketball team, homecoming king and the valedictorian. Everyone thought he was going places. Especially me.
After he graduated from college he took a job at a tech start-up, worked his way up the ranks to VP, and then according to my brother, he just woke up one day and decided to quit. He walked into the office, took a box out of the supply closet, packed up his desk, and walked out. Ever since then he’s been doing his web comic thing. But I guess if he’s living with his dad again, it’s not going all that well.
I look him over. The thing is, I’m not sussing him out as a prospective husband, I don’t care about his career goals, how big his paycheck is, or whether he lives in his dad’s basement. I don’t care about his potential or non-potential as a life mate. I’m thinking about his genetics. And his genetics are just fine.
I close the door with a sharp snick.
“What are you doing on my bed?” I ask.
His eyes, always full of sharp intelligence, take in my sauce-covered dress and the blush still lingering on my cheeks.
“What are you doing covered in barbecue?” A small smile flits over his lips and his forehead wrinkles as he takes in my appearance.
My outfit from earlier is folded in a neat pile and sitting on my dresser. Josh starts to stand up.
“Stay there. I need to talk to you.”
I decide that rather than risk him leaving while I change, I’ll talk to him covered in sauce.
“Alright.” He scoots over and pats my bed.
I give him a look and he shrugs. “Sorry. I was up all night finishing a storyboard. Whenever I stayed the night with Dylan, your mom would always give me your bed to sleep in. I didn’t think, it just seemed natural to…”
He trails off when he sees the expression on my face. I’m not sure how I feel about the fact that Josh has apparently been sleeping in my childhood bedroom for years.
I look at my dresser and realize that my teenage diary is in the top drawer hidden under my underwear. My skin prickles with, yup, that’s embarrassment. I look at the dresser then at Josh, but he doesn’t seem any different than usual. Maybe he’s not a snooper. Probably, yes, probably he never read it. Because if he had…errr…my teenage self was not shy about fantasizing about him.
I settle onto the mattress next to him.
He clears his throat and scoots over. “So what’s up?”
Oh God.
Am I really going to do this?
Can I do this?
It seemed perfectly reasonable and normal when I was planning it out after my doctor’s appointment. I looked more into donor sperm and weighed the benefits and detriments of donor versus Josh. Every way I looked at it, Josh came out on top.
He gives me a funny look. “Gemma? What’s up? You alright?”
“I need your sperm,” I blurt out.
Josh starts to choke, then he coughs. His face turns red and he hits his chest.
Oh no. I’ve killed him.
He coughs and his eyes water.
I slap his back and he shakes his head.
Maybe I shouldn’t have just blurted it out like that, but I was nervous and I didn’t think.
Finally, he takes a wheezing breath and says, “Come again?”
“I…I need your sperm?”
I smile at him. The look he gives me makes my hand fly to my mouth in an effort to contain the laugh bubbling up from my chest. Oh jeez, I’ve lost my brain. I should’ve written talking points or a speech or something.
“You want to have sex?” Josh asks. He looks really confused. “Gemma. You really have to work on your pick-up lines.”
I shake my head. But he’s already starting to lift his shirt up. I catch a glimpse of rock-hard abs. “If you want to, we can. But we’ll have to hurry. The New Year’s Resolution reading is soon. We have maybe ten minutes. Not that I can’t blow your mind in ten minutes.”
I scoot back and make a strangled sound.
He takes in my expression and starts to snicker.
“Kidding. Gemma, I’m kidding,” he says, and he drops his shirt.
I nod and blow out a long, mind-clearing breath. “Sorry, I didn’t say that right. What I meant to say was, ummm, we’ve known each other a long time.”
“Twenty-four years,” he agrees.
“Right. We grew up in the same town. Went to the same school. You’re my brother’s best friend. You come to our holiday parties, birthdays. You’re always around.”
I scrutinize his face to see if he gets where I’m going. Unfortunately, he just looks confused.
“I feel like I know you pretty well. I can say that you’re a decent guy.”
He frowns. “Thanks.”
“If I ask you something, do you promise not to tell Dylan, or anybody?”
Josh leans back and studies me. “Gem, I don’t think we should have sex.”
I close my eyes. “No. No, jeez. Obviously. Ugh, did it once, got the T-shirt.”
I open one eye and look at him, then I open the other.
He grins at me. “The T-shirt huh?”

About Sarah Ready
Author Sarah Ready writes contemporary romance and romantic comedy. Her books have been described as “euphoric”, “heartwarming” and “laugh out loud”. Her debut novel The Fall in Love Checklist was hailed as “the unicorn read of 2020”. She loves to write fast-paced, emotionally compelling romances about quirky, smart women and the men who love them.

Before writing romance full-time Sarah had lots of fun teaching at an Ivy League. Then she realized she could have even more fun writing romance. Her favorite things after writing are adventuring and travel. You’ll frequently find her using her degree at a dino dig site, crawling into a cave, snorkeling, or on horseback riding through the jungle – all fodder for her next book. She’s lived in Scotland, Norway, Portugal, Switzerland and NYC. She currently lives in the Caribbean with her water-obsessed pup and her awesome family.
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No Match for Her by Stacy Travis Cover Reveal with Pre-Order Links

Is it only princesses that get a Happy Ever After? Or is there hope for a hot mess like me?

No Match for Her, an all new billionaire romance from bestselling author Stacy Travis is coming February 15th and we have the first look at the gorgeous cover!

I need a date to my brother’s wedding in six weeks, and Charlie Walgrove owns a tux. Billionaires are like that.

He’s also my sister’s boss, and I agree to let her set me up with the awkward genius, who apparently has even less luck in the dating game than a struggling artist, aka me.

We’re total opposites, but the date goes okay. We agree to be friends, the kind who won’t become lovers.

Famous last words.

On a series of “friend dates” involving bar snacks, acrylic paint and hedgehogs, I discover that Charlie is nothing like what I expected. Under his hoodie and glasses, he’s handsome and down-to-earth, stuck in a job he hates and afraid to disappoint people by walking away. His heart is as gorgeous as his hidden face.

I’ve always felt like the flaky sister in my family, but Charlie sees me as the artist I want to be. As our friendship deepens, so do my feelings for him. Maybe I’m even falling in love.

But gambling with my heart feels dangerous when all my relationships end in failure–especially if he’s only looking for a friend.

Is it only princesses that get a Happy Ever After? Or is there hope for a hot mess like me?

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It’s a rough world out there, and we all sometimes need a good, romantic beach read, even if we can’t make it to the beach. I’ve spent many lazy days walking the streets of Paris and other gorgeous European cities, and if I’m doing it right, I’m bringing you a dash of romance and a vacay fantasy.
I can’t sit still, so when I’m not hiking, biking or running, I’m playing a very average game of tennis. Background music for writing undoubtedly features some U2, Lizzo, Billy Joel, Pink, Taylor Swift, and Led Zeppelin. Not necessarily in that order. And if I could only eat one food group, it would be cheese. Or wine. Or bread. Are those food groups? Whatever.

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Under Pressure by Bella Matthews Release Blitz

Is it possible to meet the right person at the wrong time?

Under Pressure, an all-new hilarious and emotional sports romance by Bella Matthews is available now!

I had my friends. I had football. I had a future I was set on, until her.
Eleanor Kingston was the girl. The one I’d choose if I could, but all I had to give was
one night. My life had been decided for me, my future predetermined. There’s no room left for football or love.

If you get only one life, how hard would you fight to live it on your own terms?

I had my family. My career was set. I was back to begin the life I was meant to lead when I met him. We promised each other no tomorrow, no names, only one night. But fate had other plans. Sebastian Beneventi may think he’s protecting me, but I’m no damsel in distress.

No more running, it’s time to fight for what I want for a change.

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Bella Matthews is a Jersey girl at heart. She is married to her very own Alpha Male and raising three little ones. You can typically find her running from one sporting event to another. When she is home, she is usually hiding in her home office with the only other female in her house, her rescue dog Tinker Bell by her side. She likes to write swoon-worthy heroes and sassy, smart heroines with a healthy dose of laughter thrown in.

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When Sparks Fly by Helena Hunting Release Blitz

“Helena Hunting is quickly making her way as one of the top voices in romance”
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When Sparks Fly, an all-new emotional and hilarious friends-to-lovers standalone romance from New York Times bestselling author Helena Hunting is available now!

Charming, hilarious, and emotional…When Sparks Fly is Helena Hunting at her very best!

Avery Spark is living her best life. Between her friends, her sisters, and Spark House, the event hotel her family owns, she doesn’t have much time for anything else, especially relationships. She’d rather hang out with her best friend and roommate, Declan McCormick, than deal with the dating scene. But everything changes when she is in a car accident and needs someone to care for her as she heals.

Declan avoids relationships, giving him a playboy reputation that he lives up to when he puts a one-night stand ahead of a promise he made to Avery. While he may not have been the one driving the car, he feels responsible for Avery’s injuries and is determined to make it up to her by stepping into the role of caretaker.

Little did they know that the more time they spend in compromising positions, the attraction they’ve been refusing to acknowledge becomes impossible to ignore. When they finally give in to the spark between them, neither is prepared for the consequences. Their love is fragile and all it will take is a blow from the past to shatter it all.

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New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of PUCKED, Helena Hunting lives on the outskirts of Toronto with her incredibly tolerant family and two moderately intolerant cats. She writes contemporary romance ranging from new adult angst to romantic sports comedy.

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