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#BlogTour Kaufman: The Season (Austin Arrows, #2) by Nicole Edwards #Giveaway #4.5Stars #Review #MustRead #Hockey @NicoleEAuthor

#BlogTour Kaufman: The Season (Austin Arrows, #2) by Nicole Edwards #Giveaway #4.5Stars #Review #MustRead #Hockey @NicoleEAuthor

#BlogTour Kaufman: The Season (Austin Arrows, #2) by Nicole Edwards #Giveaway #4.5Stars #Review #MustRead #Hockey @NicoleEAuthorKaufman: The Season by Nicole Edwards
on October 25th, 2016
Genres: Alpha Male, Erotic Romance, Sports
Pages: 433
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I received this book for free in exchange for an honest review. This does not affect my opinion of the book or the content of my review.

Spencer Kaufman

When I signed on to the NHL, I promised to give 150% to the game. I’ve done that.

Little did I know, but they would ask more from me than merely my skill on the ice. The team wanted me to be their captain. It’s an honor, one I’ve done my best to fulfill. Although I can’t take all the credit, I was there to lead when we won the Stanley Cup.

I’m still at the helm now, when we’ve hit rock bottom. I know I have let my fears get in the way. I’ve let down the team, even if they don’t realize what I’ve done.

Now that the new season’s underway, I’m being called out. I deserve it. I can deal with that. It won’t be easy, but I’ll persevere.

What I can’t deal with is her.
She surprised me.
She came out of nowhere and blindsided me.

And there’s one serious issue.

Now that I have her, I refuse to let her go.

*This is a full-length, standalone novel. It is part of the Austin Arrows series, but can be read independently.

It’s no secret I’m a huge Nicole Edwards fan—but combine her talent to write funny, sexy, and complex characters with hockey, my favorites sport, and it can’t get any better.

I fell in curiosity with Spencer Kaufman in Rush, book one of the “Austin Arrows Series”, and have been wondering ever since what his story will be—which one will he end up with? Or hell, will we get another ménage book by yours truly? So many questions, no answers. Until now.

Without giving away any spoilers, I absolutely adored the road this book took. It left me wondering, in love, and definitely in lust. It’s full of the hotness we expect from Nicole Edwards, but this book was a lot more than simply that. The complex characters and interesting story line combined with Edward’s excellent writing definitely left me wanting for more.

I loved that the focus wasn’t on the sex, as it is with so many books lately, but on the character development. Don’t get me wrong, Edward’s trademark smoking hot sex scenes are present, but this book is so much more. The scenes add to the story, aren’t just there because that’s what is expected nowadays, but to enhance the storytelling. It’s a complex book with every scene having a purpose; not to just entertain, but to make us fall in love with the characters—all of them.

Overall, I adored this book and its characters. It’s an entertaining read with amazing writing, entertaining characters, and an enchanting story line which will keep you entertained from page one. “Austin Arrows” might just become one of my favorite series this year! I need the next one!

~Review by Anja


Thursday, October 6th
“I made an extra chicken breast. You want one or two?” I chuckle, can’t help it. “Seriously. One or two? Can I possibly ask a dumber question?” That unladylike snort … yeah, that was me.
While I fork my chicken breast onto my own plate, I don’t bother waiting for a response. I know what the answer will be. Two. Always two. Extra protein is never a bad thing.
After adding a heaping spoonful of steamed vegetables to my plate, I grab my wineglass and head to the table. I’m starving because I missed lunch today. That sometimes happens with my job. There are days that’ll go by when I’m bored to tears, standing behind the bar, and others when I can hardly stop long enough to take a breath. Sometimes I’ll snag some fried pickles if I get a chance. Today was the lack-of-breath kind of day. Go, go, go. All day long.
As I step out of my small galley kitchen, a knock sounds on my door. My bare feet squeak on the linoleum as I come to an abrupt halt. I manage to do that fancy lift and tilt thing to keep my wine from sloshing over the edge.
Disaster averted.
“Noelle! Honey, it’s Mom and Dad!”
Or not.
“Crap, crap, crap.” I glance between my front door and the small, two-seat table in my breakfast nook currently set up with, nope, not one but two place settings. For the record, two is not a good number when the single girl’s mom comes banging on the door.
“Open up, Noelle! We thought we’d surprise you!”
Okay, well, I have to say my parents definitely accomplished their goal, because I am completely befuddled as I stand here debating what I should do. To a normal person, it might be a no-brainer. Open the door, let the ’rents come on in.
I’m not so sure this situation is going to qualify me as normal.
To answer or not to answer? That is the question.
On the other hand, I could be as quiet as possible and pretend I’m not home. Which, with my luck, won’t work. The fact that all the lights in my apartment are blazing and my baby blue Prius is parked directly in front of my window doesn’t help my cause any. Since no one else in the world drives a baby blue Prius, I can’t very well hide it.
But I could’ve gone out with friends, right? Could I be so lucky that they’d think that? It is a possibility. Maybe. Or, better yet, maybe they’ll think I’m at the Penalty Box. I tend to work a lot.
Yes, that’s definitely more logical.
Except, yep, you nailed it, the car is here.
Then again, if I weren’t so pathetic and didn’t choose to spend all my free time at home—unless I’m at my best friend Ellie’s—it might be an easier sell. They know me. I’m not the going-out type. Plus, they’ve probably already stopped by the bar to see if I’m there. They know that I much prefer a microwaved dinner at home, especially on a rare evening that I don’t spend waiting tables and slinging beer because I choose to.
Another knock makes my heart skip a beat.
“Stay calm. It’s cool.” I’ve been telling myself that far too much lately.
“Noelle! Are you all right, honey?”
Knowing my grumpy upstairs neighbor is likely going to have a cow any second now, I rush to the front door, unlock the deadbolt, and turn the knob. Instantly, Marie Dexter barrels into me, pulling me into her arms, crushing my face to her generous bosom.
My mother smells like roses. A sweet, familiar scent that makes me hug her back, despite the inconvenient timing of her arrival. “Hi, Mom,” I say, my words muffled against her boobs.
She pulls back to look at me. “What took you so long? I was getting worried.”
My dad slips past my mother, giving me a knowing smirk. Ed Dexter loves when Marie goes all motherly on me. Come to find out, when my sister and I aren’t around, he gets to be the one Marie mothers. Not that he minds. They’ve been married for thirty-six years, so he’s used to it, or so he says.
“Ooh. You got new curtains.” My mother gently pulls away to admire the floor-to-ceiling cream sheers hanging on the wide front window. I follow her gaze, glaring at my car sitting right there. Traitor.
I focus on the comforting hand my mother has on my arm. Always keeping me close, that woman. I’m the oldest—my sister, Julie, who is seven years younger than me, was an oops baby—which should’ve meant my mother didn’t coddle me quite so much. That isn’t the case. Never has been. I’m not sure if it’s because there’s such a huge age gap between me and Julie, but whatever the reason, my mother likes to baby both of us equally. I’m thirty-four. You’d think she would’ve toned it down by now. Nope. In fact, I think she might be getting more motherly.
Honestly, she’s been this way since I was little. And, truthfully, I was the normal kid. The kind who wanted to do nothing more than be outside. Yep, totally me. Right up until sixth grade, when we moved to Austin, next door to the girl who would quickly become my best friend in the world. Either there was something in the Texas water or someone injected me with a doofus hormone, because upon moving here, I became stupid, which translates to: boy crazy. I think my mother worried about me more then. That lasted about two years. Three tops. When it became glaringly obvious that Tony Something-or-other wasn’t going to fall madly in love with the short, frumpy girl with glasses and braces, I decided to focus on my schoolwork and left the flirting with boys up to my best friend, Ellie. She was much better at it than me.
Luckily, I’m not so frumpy anymore, and I’ve shed the braces and glasses. Sure, I’m still short, and my boobs never did really develop, but that no longer bothers me. I’m me. That’s what matters.

What does bother me is the fact that Mom and Dad pop in unannounced all the freaking time. Of all nights, why did it have to be now?



Want to win a signed paperback of Kaufman AND $50 Visa gift card?

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1) Watch the Nicole Edwards Author Facebook page from October 25th – 28th to get the names of the 37 blogs participating in the Kaufman Tour giveaway. 
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3) Once you have that code go HERE and follow the directions on the form to enter.
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The person with the most correct entries will win a signed paperback of The Season: Kaufman AND a $50 Visa gift card! 

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About Nicole Edwards

New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Nicole Edwards lives in Austin, Texas with her husband, their three kids, and four rambunctious dogs. When she’s not writing about sexy alpha males, Nicole can often be found with her Kindle in hand or making an attempt to keep the dogs happy. You can find her hanging out on Facebook and interacting with her readers - even when she’s supposed to be writing.

Nicole also writes contemporary/new adult romance as Timberlyn Scott.


#PreOrder ~ Tru Blue by Melissa Foster ~ #5++StarReview #MustRead #2016Favorite @Melissa_Foster @EJBookPromos

#PreOrder ~ Tru Blue by Melissa Foster ~ #5++StarReview #MustRead #2016Favorite @Melissa_Foster @EJBookPromos

Tru Blue by Melissa Foster
Published by World Literary Press on November 9th, 2016
Genres: Contemporary Romance
Pages: 300
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I received this book for free in exchange for an honest review. This does not affect my opinion of the book or the content of my review.

He wore the skin of a killer, and bore the heart of a lover...

There's nothing Truman Gritt won't do to protect his family--Including spending years in jail for a crime he didn't commit. When he's finally released, the life he knew is turned upside down by his mother's overdose, and Truman steps in to raise the children she's left behind. Truman's hard, he's secretive, and he's trying to save a brother who's even more broken than he is. He's never needed help in his life, and when beautiful Gemma Wright tries to step in, he's less than accepting. But Gemma has a way of slithering into people's lives and eventually she pierces through his ironclad heart. When Truman's dark past collides with his future, his loyalties will be tested, and he'll be faced with his toughest decision yet.

Tru BlueTru Blue by Melissa Foster
My rating: 5++ of 5 stars

Ovaries Decimated! Gosh, I have never said that about a book before. Sure I’ve had mad love for some characters, but Truman Gritt is the embodiment of the type of man that made me feel the warm fuzzies in a manner I haven’t experienced in a long time (sorry husband o’ mine). Initially I was attracted to the cover of the book, and for good reason because it portrays Tru exactly as I see him. So, what does he do to elevate himself to this level of adoration?

For starters, Tru is an honorable man that has sacrificed years of his life, his freedom,  for his family. It’s a wonder he feels so compelled to step in and help once again. But this “last time” will change everything about his life in the most beautiful way. Melissa Foster created a spectacular story line with characters that completely captivated me. From the moment Tru meets his new siblings he’s got a new life plan.

The story kicks into gear as Tru sets out to protect his toddler sister Kennedy and baby brother Lincoln. Through this process, getting them fed and clothed, he meets his god-send in Gemma Wright. Gemma has her own unique type of family dysfunction so they have this in common. Both are damaged but they are also two very hopeful people. Gemma is a wonderfully sympathetic character, but make no mistake, she’s strong willed and such a great match for Tru. She connects with him on a cellular level, almost like fate brought them together. The physical chemistry is very sensual and so easily felt by the reader. The lengths that they will go to for each other, from pretty much the start are really inspiring. There is some drama and it completely makes sense with the story line. I always appreciate when it’s not manufactured or driven by two people not communicating. In fact, it’s Tru’s desire to be honest with Gemma that causes hesitation on her part.

The characters that surround Tru and Gemma are simply wonderful. The Whiskey family and Gemma’s best friend Crystal provide humor and much needed support as Tru and Gemma are faced with both of their families trying to muck things up for them. If “Tooman’s” gallant nature wasn’t enough to melt me, Foster gives us the SWEETEST little girl in Kennedy. Every scene she is in made me smile and warmed me up, inside out. While the story is derived from a sad situation, this isn’t an angsty, gut churning read. It’s truly a story about love and hope and forgiveness because that’s just what Tru brings. Foster does a fabulous job closing out the story and now I’m anxious for the release of Wild Whiskey Nights. I detected some serious sparks be between Bear and Crystal. 5++ stars, #MustRead recommendation and 2016 favorite.
~Review by Cyndi

“Several emotional topics — such as drug addiction, abandonment, infertility and unexpectedly becoming a parent — are easily woven together without making the story feel crowded or overdone. Foster writes exceptional characters that keep readers thinking long after the book is finished… The dynamic members of the Whiskey family are the foundation that holds the group together and they are exactly the reason we’re taught not to judge. Let’s hope we hear more from all of them!” -RT Book Reviews

“Sexy and Heartbreaking….I simply adored this beautifully written romance.” -Tasty Book PR

“Ms. Foster, went for the gut with Truman and Gemma. Tru Blue is more than a romance, it is a story of love, a story of hope and a story of courage. 10 + stars.” -Night Owl Reviews

“With her wonderful characters and resonating emotions, Melissa Foster is a must-read author!” -New York Times Bestseller Julie Kenner

“Melissa Foster is synonymous with sexy, swoony, heartfelt romance!” -New York Times Bestseller Lauren Blakely

“You can always rely on Melissa Foster to deliver a story that’s fresh, emotional and entertaining. Make sure you have all night, because once you start you won’t want to stop reading. Every book’s a winner!” -NYT Bestselling Author Brenda Novak

TRUMAN GRITT LOCKED the door to Whiskey Automotive and stepped into the stormy September night. Sheets of rain blurred his vision, instantly drenching his jeans and T-shirt. A slow smile crept across his face as he tipped his chin up, soaking in the shower of freedom. He made his way around the dark building and climbed the wooden stairs to the deck outside his apartment. He could have used the interior door, but after being behind bars for six long years, Truman took advantage of the small pleasures he’d missed out on, like determining his own schedule, deciding when to eat and drink, and standing in the f**king rain if he wanted to. He leaned on the rough wooden railing, ignoring the splinters of wood piercing his tattooed forearms, squinted against the wetness, and scanned the cars in the junkyard they used for parts—and he used to rid himself of frustrations. He rested his leather boot on the metal box where he kept his painting supplies. Truman didn’t have much—his old extended-cab truck, which his friend Bear Whiskey had held on to for him while he was in prison, this apartment, and a solid job, both of which were compliments of the Whiskey family. The only family he had anymore.
Emotions he didn’t want to deal with burned in his gut, causing his chest to constrict. He turned to go inside, hoping to outrun thoughts of his own f**ked-up family, whom he’d tried—and failed—to save. His cell phone rang with his brother’s ringtone, “A Beautiful Lie” by 30 Seconds to Mars.
“F**k,” he muttered, debating letting the call go to voicemail, but six months of silence from his brother was a long time. Rain pelleted his back as he pressed his palm to the door to steady himself. The ringing stopped, and he blew out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d trapped inside. The phone rang again, and he froze.
He’d just freed himself from the dredges of hell that he’d been thrown into in an effort to save his brother. He didn’t need to get wrapped up in whatever mess the drug-addicted fool had gotten himself into. The call went to voicemail, and Truman eyed the metal box containing his painting supplies. Breathing like he’d been in a fight, he wished he could paint the frustration out of his head. When the phone rang for the third time in as many minutes, the third time since he was released from prison six months ago, he reluctantly answered.
“Quincy.” He hated the way his brother’s name came out sounding like the enemy. Quincy had been just a kid when Truman went to prison. Heavy breathing filled the airwaves. The hairs on Truman’s forearms and neck stood on end. He knew fear when he heard it. He could practically taste it as he ground his teeth together.
“I need you,” his brother’s tortured voice implored.
Need me? Truman had hunted down his brother after he was released from prison, and when he’d finally found him, Quincy was so high on crack he was nearly incoherent—but it didn’t take much for f**k off to come through loud and clear. What Quincy needed was rehab, but Truman knew from his tone that wasn’t the point of the call.
Before he could respond, his brother croaked out, “It’s Mom. She’s really bad.”

#ReleaseDay ~ Keepsake ( True North #3) by Sarina Bowen ~ #5StarReview #MustRead @SarinaBowen

#ReleaseDay ~ Keepsake ( True North #3) by Sarina Bowen ~ #5StarReview #MustRead @SarinaBowen

Keepsake by Sarina Bowen
Series: True North #3
on October 25th, 2016
Genres: Contemporary Romance
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I received this book for free in exchange for an honest review. This does not affect my opinion of the book or the content of my review.

There's a first time for everything.

Lark Wainwright used to be fearless. Her life was a series of adventures, each one more exhilarating than the last. But her recent overseas adventure was one too many. Now she’s home and in one piece. Mostly. But her nights are filled with terror.

When her best friend offers her a stay at the orchard in exchange for help at the farmers’ markets, Lark jumps at the chance to spend fall in Vermont. But her nightmares don’t stop. Desperate to keep her fragile state a secret, she relies on the most soft-spoken resident of the Shipley Farm to soothe her when her dreams prove too much.

Zachariah is a survivor, too. It’s been four years since he was tossed aside by the polygamist cult where he grew up. He’s found a peaceful existence on the Shipley’s farm, picking apples and fixing machinery. But getting thrown away by your own people at nineteen leaves a mark on a guy. He doesn’t always know what to make of a world where movie quotes are the primary means of communication. Before hitchhiking to Vermont, he’d never watched TV or spoken on the phone.

Actually, there are a lot of things he’s never done.

Zach and Lark slowly grow to trust one another. One night they become even closer than they’d planned. But Lark may still be too broken to trust anyone. When she pushes Zach away, he will have to prove to himself that he's good for much more than farm labor.

Keepsake (True North, #3)Keepsake by Sarina Bowen
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

The True North series is one of my favorites this year. I’ve fallen hard for the Shipley clan & taken to drinking hard cider (YUM & bonus – I got curious since had never really given it a thought before). Sarina Bowen has managed to pull on different heart strings with each book. In Bittersweet, it was the second chance romance/love story for Griffin and Audrey. In Steadfast, it was Jude’s addiction and the much needed redemption & forgiveness from his one true love Sophie. In Keepsake, it’s Zachs and Larks story as both face incredible feelings of isolation & loneliness and work towards healing themselves, each other and towards finding hope.

Zach has always been a mystery and his story, how he ended up at the Shipley farm is one that is remarkable. It’s the perfect environment for a young man with his history, the perfect place to heal. Zachs loneliness can be felt bone deep but it’s balanced by Zachs awareness at the bounty that he has found with the Shipleys. He’s just so very gracious and I found myself choking back tears at both the sad and happy aspects. Zach is guarded and seems resigned to whatever fate brings his way which is exactly why he deserves so much more.

When May’s friend Lark ends up at the Shipley farm for an extended stay, it’s providence that Zach would be able to be there for her. Bowen does an amazing job of making this feel right, what Zach is and can do for her is not forced or contrived. He’s been holistically created to be that guy that can help Lark work through the PTSD she’s experiencing and doing a fairly good job keeping it in check. Lark is a spitfire with a strong sense of herself so seeing her experience panic attacks and the like made me uneasy. Something is buried deep and as much as you know she has to face it down to get past it, well that left me frightened.

As to their chemistry – it’s off the charts hot and sweet and I wanted nothing more then for them to find a way to be together. Their relationship developed at a great pace. Bowen plots the story line perfectly to introduce stressors and obstacles. There are a few new characters that help this along and revelations that gave me a few “aha” moments. As the story closed I felt myself wanting to start the whole series again. The writing is clever and eloquent, so much so that I find myself slowing down my normal reading to pace to make sure I capture it all. Zach and Larks story couldn’t have been any more perfect and it it the perfect ending to this stellar series and a rare #mustread recommendation!

~Review by Cyndi


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Sarina Bowen

Sarina Bowen is a USA Today bestselling author of contemporary romance. She lives in Vermont's Green Mountains with her family, six chickens and too much ski gear and hockey equipment.



#BlogTour~ Christmas Joy : A Novel by Nancy Naigle ~ #5StarReview #Excerpt @NancyNaigle @StMartinsPress

#BlogTour~ Christmas Joy : A Novel by Nancy Naigle ~  #5StarReview #Excerpt @NancyNaigle @StMartinsPress

#BlogTour~ Christmas Joy : A Novel by Nancy Naigle ~  #5StarReview #Excerpt @NancyNaigle @StMartinsPressChristmas Joy: A Novel by Nancy Naigle
Published by St. Martin's Griffin on October 18th 2016
Genres: Contemporary Romance
Pages: 352
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I received this book for free in exchange for an honest review. This does not affect my opinion of the book or the content of my review.

A heartwarming Christmas story about family, friendship and finding love in unexpected places.

Joy Holbrook might be all work and no play, but that changes when her Aunt Ruby takes a fall that lands her in a rehabilitation center before the holidays. Joy takes a leave of absence from her job as a market researcher to run the family farm, even though the timing may hinder her chance at garnering the promotion of her dreams.

Ben Andrews isn’t your average accountant. He also happens to be the handiest man in Crystal Falls. He’s helped his elderly neighbor, Ruby Johnson, decorate for the annual Christmas Home Tour—and win—the last several years. He’s not about to let some drop-in niece break their winning streak.

Ruby seems overly concerned about Joy being able to handle Molly. Under the impression she’s referring Molly the bunny that is one of the menagerie of animals, Joy’s not worried at all until the next morning when a little girl named Molly shows up. For the sake of her aunt, Joy is forced to partner with Ben while Ruby is on the mend to help with preparation for the Christmas tour and, in the process finds her career-focused heart dreaming of a family.

Will the magic of Christmas help her to open her heart and find her everlasting joy?

Christmas Joy: A NovelChristmas Joy: A Novel by Nancy Naigle
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

Christmas Joy is a sweet and hopeful story about a young woman coming to terms with some hard truths and finding happiness that she’s long denied herself. This is the first book by Nancy Naigle that I’ve read and it’s done something quite remarkable by putting me into the Christmas spirit in the middle of October. Maybe it’s all the talk about cookies? Naw, it’s so much more than that. It’s a great story about fellowship and shows that charity comes in all forms.

Joy is a young woman focused on her career in marketing in Washington D.C. When she’s notified that her aunt Ruby has taken a fall and ends up in the hospital, she doesn’t hesitate to make the trek “home”. Through this one act, Naigle shows us what kind of person Joy is and makes her immediately likable. What we come to learn is that she’s attached a lot of grief and sadness to the holidays and the small town of Crystal Falls. What follows is Joy getting to know her aunt Ruby and just how much Ruby gives and gets from the community. While Joy won’t back down from a challenge and she may feel overwhelmed at times, everyone comes to her aid. Joy just has to learn a thing or two about accepting help. This is just such a foreign concept to her and it’s definitely a lesson she needs to learn.

On the lighter side, there’s a budding romance with all around local good guy Ben. Ben is a bit of an anomaly to me. He’s romantic and charming but sometimes he felt more aloof to me then Joy. I suppose it’s more that he’s guarded his heart and although he’s clearly attracted to Joy and could want a future with her he skeptical about taking any risks with her.

Christmas Joy tugged on every heart string and I couldn’t help but really love the way that Joy steps up in this situation. Molly, a seven year old girl that is in Ruby’s life and now Joys, well she completely melted me. I think her relationship with Joy is what pulled me in in deep and tipped this from 4 stars to a 5 star read. I just loved the friendship they formed and what it taught joy about what she may really want in life.

Ultimately Christmas Joy is great story about a community of people that take care of each other. It’s about Joys about finding something she knew was lost, but she spent years denying and let grief hold her back. I love that she discovers the missing pieces and takes chances she would have normally ignored. It’s not just a small the first book of Nancy Naigles’ that I’ve read but won’t be the last as her story telling and writing style is exquisite. 5 #LetTheButterflysTakeFlight Stars

~Review by Cyndi

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The next morning, Joy stood at the kitchen sink, sipping a cup of coffee. The house was chilly. An old hooded sweatshirt jacket that had seen better days was draped on the back of one of the kitchen chairs. She slipped it on and pulled her braid free from the back. In so many ways, this place was exactly the same; it made her feel like a teenager again.

She stared out the window at the familiar property in the daylight. Ruby had always been an animal lover, but Uncle George would flip out if he knew that she’d adopted all these wayward animals.

She glanced at the worn edges of the oversized sweatshirt jacket. Had it been one of Uncle George’s? Maybe the animals were Ruby’s way of filling the gap that Uncle George had once filled. Couldn’t blame her for that. Had to get lonely out here by herself, but the place was beginning to look like a petting zoo. The smell was farm-y too. And at the moment, every single one of the motley crew was lined up side by side, like they’d rehearsed the formation all night long.

Seven o’clock wasn’t early. Joy would normally be up, dressed, and out the door by now, but last night’s farm duty had kicked her butt, and she had a little trouble getting a move on. Another twenty minutes of coffee time wasn’t going to kill those animals.

She turned her back on them and held the warm mug between her hands.


Feeding the animals had sounded like a real cakewalk, but Joy was feeling it this morning. In fact, she was sorer this morning than the last time she got cocky and went for the ninety-minute hot yoga session with Renee.

The sound of the front door swinging open caused the hot coffee to catch in Joy’s throat. The animals were definitely getting restless, but without thumbs, it wasn’t likely to be one of them coming in to drag her outside. So what—or who—was it? But this was Crystal Falls. And she hadn’t heard a car.


Now, that was one sick rooster, or someone was messing with her. She relaxed a little, fairly certain that no one was ever murdered after a See ’n Say sound check.

A fast clippity-clomp came charging down the hall, getting closer to the kitchen.

The only image Joy’s mind could muster, besides that giant Foghorn Leghorn from the cartoons, was that pesky goat, Waddles, kicking and galloping down the hall. Now, that could be a mess.

Rushing toward the ruckus to limit the damage, Joy stopped dead in her tracks at the sight of a little girl standing in the hallway, looking like she wasn’t sure whether to scream or scram.

Only about six feet separated Joy from the blond-haired child. “Who are you?”

The little girl clutched a black lunch bag in one hand against her blue jumper with a fancy M monogrammed on the front, and two chubby orange yarn hair ties hung from the other. The freckle- faced child looked so fragile standing there.

“What’s your name?” “I’m . . . I’m Molly.”

“You’re . . .” Like the rabbit? Joy noticed the hand-painted rabbit on the little girl’s lunch bag that looked an awful lot like Molly the Bunny. This can’t be happening.

Little girl Molly’s mouth hung wide and her eyes darted like a wild animal’s. Cornered and desperate. “Wh-where’s Ruby?”

“She’s not here. She’s in the hospital with a hurt ankle.”

“But I come here every day. Ruby makes my lunch and we go to the bus.” Tears welled in Molly’s eyes.

            Maybe the goat running down the hall would have been better than this. Oh no, please don’t cry. “Where’s your momma?”

The little girl pointed toward the door, her hand shaking.

“It’s okay. I’ll straighten it out.” Joy whipped around Molly and ran toward the front door just in time to see a blue compact car back out of the driveway. She waved her arms spastically as she took the porch steps two at a time. “Excuse me. Hello!” She raced out to the front yard, but the driver of the car seemed completely un- aware of her yelling and hailing. As Joy ran to the end of the driveway, the car became a dot in the distance, then disappeared.

Out of breath, and out of her element, she turned and walked slowly back to the house.

What am I supposed to do with a little girl? There are certainly no instructions in the barn about that.

About Nancy Naigle


USA TODAY Bestselling author, Nancy Naigle, writes love stories from the crossroad of small town and suspense.

With a career spent on the cutting edge of technology in the banking industry, she never let go of her dream to write. Now she works full-time writing stories that are a calming blend of community, family, and the simple things in life. She writes the kind of stories she hopes will provide an escape from the hectic day-to-day in the make believe worlds she creates.


Only You (Bachelor Brotherhood #1) by Denise Grover Swank #BookBlitz #Excerpt #4StarReview @DeniseMSwank @ForeverRomance

Only You (Bachelor Brotherhood #1) by Denise Grover Swank #BookBlitz #Excerpt #4StarReview @DeniseMSwank @ForeverRomance

Only You (Bachelor Brotherhood #1) by Denise Grover Swank #BookBlitz #Excerpt #4StarReview @DeniseMSwank @ForeverRomanceOnly You (Bachelor Brotherhood #1) by Denise Grover Swank
Series: Bachelor Brotherhood #1
Published by Forever on October 25th 2016
Genres: Contemporary Romance
Pages: 368
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Never say never . . .

Romance isn't an option for Holly Greenwood. With her wedding planner career on the line she needs to stay focused, and that means pleasing her demanding boss, not getting distracted by her mind-alteringly hot neighbor . . .

Ex-Marine Kevin Vandemeer craves normalcy. Instead, he has a broken-down old house in need of a match and some gasoline, a meddling family, and the uncanny ability to attract the world's craziest women. At least that last one he can fix: he and his buddies have made a pact to swear off women, and this includes his sweetly sexy new neighbor.

After one hot night that looks a whole lot like a disaster in the light of day, Kevin and Holly are about to learn that true love doesn't play by the rules . . .


Only You is the first book in a spin-off from Denise Grover Swank’s New York Times bestselling Wedding Pact series (The Wedding Pact, The Player, The Gambler, The Valentine)

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My rating: 4 of 5 stars

If ever there was a book that made you sigh and say awe, it’s Only You. This is my first book by Denise Grover Swank and I thoroughly enjoyed this sweet and gentle romance. The first in the Bachelor Brotherhood series, Only You focuses on Holly Greenwood and Kevin Vandemeer. These new neighbors are coincidentally connected by a person who may have been trying to match-make them. But good intentions aside, there are some challenges. There are equally opposing forces and circumstances that drive a wedge between them and they will learn some battles, some foes, are completely worth the risk.

Kevin is a man who has bad luck and/or a bad habit of attracting from the unstable population of single females out there. While he swears off women, he finds himself trapped in a new relationship with a fixer-upper house and a kitten. His new neighbor Holly is bent on working to build her own wedding planning business while she works to take care of her grandmother. Fate may (or may not) have brought Kevin into her life, but that doesn’t mean she’s ready for anything he has to offer.

The potential of a Kevin and Holly union is weighed down by fear, mostly Holly’s. She has a lot at stake and Kevins connection to a certain dragon lady gets in the way. There’s also issue of his poor character judgment skills that leave Holly to wonder just what kind of man he is and foster her reluctance. But they do have great chemistry and that’s hard to avoid and ignore.

The entire cast of secondary characters provide for some comedic relief (Megan and Bethany), while his “Brothers”, Matt and Tyler, help to provide Kevin some much needed camaraderie. Her cousin Melanie and her grandmother are there to fill out the type of person that Holly is. It’s true these two are perfect for each other. Only You is just such a wonderful feel good 4 star read.

~Review by Cyndi


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Kevin wasn’t sure why he was surprised Holly was here. She was a wedding planner, and from what he’d seen so far, she was a damn good one.

He’d been on his way out of the room, needing a breather from the noise and the chaos of the reception when he’d seen her at the table. He hadn’t planned on asking her to dance—hell, he hated to dance—but he’d been desperate for a reason to talk to her.

When he sat back down at the table, Tyler wore a smirk. “Crashed and burned, huh? I thought you were going to the bathroom to take a piss.”

“I was. I just happened to run into a friend.”

“Run into a friend, my ass. I thought we’d sworn off women. I’ve held up my end of the bachelor brotherhood. And let me add that I had no idea my balls could turn this blue.”

“She’s a friend,” Kevin said, trying not to sound irritated and feed any more fuel to the fire.

“She’s his neighbor,” Matt said, taking a sip of his beer, and giving Kevin a pointed look. “They’re friends.”

Tyler burst out laughing. “You got friend-zoned?”

“No,” Kevin said slowly, picking up his drink, surprised Matt hadn’t told Tyler about the situation he’d stumbled upon. “I was the one who said I wanted to be friends.”

“Why?” Tyler asked, watching Holly with a little more interest than Kevin liked. “She’s hot. Do you know if she’s seeing anyone?”

“No.” Kevin’s irritation grew.

Tyler stood and adjusted his tie, a smirk lighting up his eyes. “Screw the brotherhood. I think I’ll go over and introduce myself.”

Kevin was up in a flash. “I don’t think so.”

“Why not?” he looked surprised. “She looks like she’d be worth a short break from my hiatus from women.”

Kevin stepped in front of his path, his jaw set. “Because you’re a prick who will use her and toss her aside and she deserves a helluva lot better than that.”

Matt was up in an instant, grabbing Kevin’s arm. “Why don’t we get some air?”

“You like her,” Tyler said, slack jawed.

“Of course he likes her,” Matt said. “For someone so smart, sometimes you’re an idiot.”

“In my defense,” Tyler said. “He said they were friends.”

“Okay,” Matt said slowly. “When was the last time you convinced a woman to be just a friend?”


“I rest my case, counselor.”

Tyler sat back down, and Matt tugged on Kevin’s sleeve to get him to join them.

“I can’t believe you didn’t last even a single week,” Tyler said.

“He didn’t last a single day,” Matt told him. “He slept with her the night after our agreement to remain single.”

Tyler burst out laughing. “For a tough-ass former Marine, I expected you to be the last holdout, man. At least a week or two.”



About Denise Grover Swank


New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Denise Grover Swank was born in Kansas City, Missouri and lived in the area until she was nineteen. Then she became a nomadic gypsy, living in five cities, four states and ten houses over the course of ten years before she moved back to her roots. She speaks English and smattering of Spanish and Chinese which she learned through an intensive Nick Jr. immersion period. Her hobbies include witty Facebook comments (in own her mind) and dancing in her kitchen with her children. (Quite badly if you believe her offspring.) Hidden talents include the gift of justification and the ability to drink massive amounts of caffeine and still fall asleep within two minutes. Her lack of the sense of smell allows her to perform many unspeakable tasks. She has six children and hasn’t lost her sanity. Or so she leads you to believe.


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by Lili Valente
Genres: Contemporary Romance


Incredible You
Author: Lili Valente
Release Date: October 25th 2016
Genre: Contemporary Romance



From the USA Today Bestselling author of Magnificent Bastard comes a sexy, flirty, dirty standalone…on ice.

They say Jake “The Dragon” Falcone earned his nickname by setting fire to the ice his first season in the NHL. But just between us ladies, I’m pretty sure he earned it for the dragon in his pants.

Lord have f*cking mercy, but the man’s been given a gift. (And I’ve heard he knows exactly how to use it.) From my first hug as his fake girlfriend, it’s clear he’s packing below the belt. After a few fake dates I realize he’s packing…everywhere.

Heart, brains, sex-vibe, and the ability to make me laugh so hard I almost pee my pants—Jake is everything I’ve ever wanted in a man.

He’s also my client and OFF LIMITS. Oh, and he has an ex who’s completely crazy and out for my blood.

I should steer clear, and I would, if my dragon weren’t so completely incredible…


The name sounded like a joke. Who in his right mind wants a “Miraculous Mess” running damage control on his f*cked up love life?

Well…me, it turns out.

By the time I leave her apartment on day one, I’m halfway gone on Shane “Miraculous Mess” Willoughby. By the end of our first date, I know my life won’t be complete until I’ve had this beautiful, sexy, perfectly wild woman in every filthy way I’ve imagined since our first kiss.

I want her, all of her, from the smart mouth that makes me smile to the wounded heart I know I can heal. If she’ll let me.

Can a Madison Avenue princess and a dragon from the wrong side of the tracks live happily ever after?

If I have my way, the world is about to find out.

Warning: Incredible You is a sexy, standalone romantic comedy told from BOTH the hero and the heroine’s point of view. No cliffhanger. Lots of hot steamy sexy times, laugh out loud textual healing, and an aw-out-loud happily ever after.

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“You’re not a klutz,” I say, guiding her closer. “I love the way you move.”

“Yeah?” She bites her lip, bringing to mind that list of bitable body parts I hope to be getting from her later.

“Yeah,” I say, my gaze fixed on her sexy mouth. “I could watch you walk across a room all day long. Just the way your hips shift beneath your clothes drives me crazy.”

“Real life crazy,” she says softly.

“Real life crazy,” I confirm. “So crazy that on the way up in that elevator, it was all I could do not to flip the emergency switch.”

Her lashes sweep down and back up, heat flickering in her eyes. “And what would you have done after you flipped the switch, dragon?”

“I would have kissed you, princess.” I don’t bother to hide the hunger in my voice. “I would have pushed you up against the wall and kissed every part of you not covered by that sexy as fuck dress. And then I would have gone after the covered parts, just to see how far you would let me go before you told me to stop.”

“And what if I didn’t tell you to stop?” Her tongue sweeps across her lips and my cock jerks hard in my pants, losing the battle against what this woman does to me.

“Then I guess our first time would have been in an elevator.” I pull her closer, jaw clenching as her stomach presses against where I’m hard enough to slay dragons with my cock.

“Good God,” she mutters, her breath rushing out with this sexy little moan that destroys the last of my self-restraint.

“I would have had you up against the wall,” I say, speaking low so my words are for her and no one else. “But first, I would have made you come, princess. On my fingers, my mouth, my tongue. I’ve been dreaming about fucking you with my tongue since I left your apartment that first afternoon.”

“Me, too,” she whispers, arching closer. “But you have to stop.”

“No, I wouldn’t have stopped,” I promise, deliberately misunderstanding her, because I need to make that blush staining her cheeks spread across her entire body. “I wouldn’t have stopped until you were completely fucking useless, Willoughby. Until you’d come so hard your knees were weak and I had to carry you out of the elevator.”

“Jake, I—”

“But I wouldn’t have carried you into the party,” I push on. “I would have hit the ground floor button, carried your fine ass straight into a cab, and told the driver to break every traffic law required to get us to my place in five minutes. Because I wouldn’t have been able to wait more than five minutes to have you, to be inside of you.”

She trembles against me as her forehead falls to rest against my shoulder. “This is so wrong. So wrong.”

“No, it’s not,” I insist. “It’s the rightest thing I’ve felt in so damned long. And as long as you want me, too, I don’t—”

“Oh, I do.” Her words send a fierce wave of relief rushing through me. “I want you, Jake. I want you so much I can barely think of anything else.”

“And I want you. I want to be inside you so fucking bad, princess,” I whisper, my balls aching miserably between my legs. “I want to feel you come on me. I want you naked and wet and—”

“Screw the pictures.” Her breath rushes out as she grabs a fistful of my shirt and pulls me to a stop at the edge of the dance floor, her eyes hungry and wild. “I need to be alone with you, Falcone. Right fucking now.”

And that’s all I fucking need to hear.

Without another word, I wrap my arm around her waist and aim us both toward the cocktail lounge.


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Lili Valente has slept under the stars in Greece, eaten dinner at midnight with French men who couldn’t be trusted to keep their mouths on their food, and walked alone through Munich’s red light district after dark and lived to tell the tale.

These days you can find her writing in a tent beside the sea, drinking coconut water and thinking delightfully dirty thoughts.

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#ReleaseDayBlitz ~ Marriage Games (The Games Duet #1) by C.D. Reiss ~ #Giveaway @cdreisswriter

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#ReleaseDayBlitz ~ Marriage Games (The Games Duet #1) by C.D. Reiss ~ #Giveaway @cdreisswriterMarriage Games (Games, #1) by C.D. Reiss
Series: The Games Duet #1
Published by Flip City Media Inc. on October 25th 2016
Genres: Contemporary Romance
Pages: 300
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That’s all Adam Steinbeck demands of his wife.
Thirty days in a remote cottage, doing everything he demands. After that, he’ll sign her divorce papers and give her complete ownership of their company.

That’s how long he has to rediscover the man he once was. The Dominant Master he hid when he fell in love with her five years ago
She wants the business they built badly enough to go to the cottage for a month. Cut off ties to the world and do his bidding. She can submit to him with her body, but her heart will never yield.

She thinks this is his pathetic attempt to repair their marriage.

She’s wrong.

Praise for Marriage Games:

“Marriage Games is one of the most powerful novels I have ever read. CD Reiss gets into the soul of her hero and heroine and never lets go. A strong, clear picture of the psychological and emotional challenges of a D/s relationship, especially in a marriage. Why it works and why it might not. Can’t wait for the next one.” ―Desiree Holt, USA Today bestselling author


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Check out the details at the end of Marriage Games and take the quiz. Let the Games begin! 


About C.D. Reiss

CD Reiss is a USA Today and Amazon bestseller. She still has to chop wood and carry water, which was buried in the fine print. Her lawyer is working it out with God but in the meantime, if you call and she doesn't pick up, she's at the well, hauling buckets.

Born in New York City, she moved to Hollywood, California to get her master's degree in screenwriting from USC. In case you want to know, that went nowhere, but it did give her a big enough ego to write novels.

Critics have dubbed the books "poetic," "literary," and "hauntingly atmospheric," which is flattering enough for her to put it in a bio, but embarrassing enough for her not to tell her husband, or he might think she's some sort of braggart who's too good to chop a cord of wood.

If you meet her in person, you should call her Christine.


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on October 31, 2016
Genres: Contemporary Romance
Pages: 350

Meeting him was a fluke. Dating him was a mistake. Watching him become a drug addict put me through hell. Running was my only option.


I'm running from my demons and when I find out she's trying to escape her past, I know what I have to do.

One broken cop. One woman fighting for her life. A fragile love.

Sinister secrets that threaten to tear them apart.

They've been to hell. The hard part will be finding their way back together.

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I pull up in my driveway looking over at the house.  What I see pisses me off.

Here she is in a long-sleeved shirt, long pants, hat and glasses pushing a brand new lawn mower.

I make sure I check my temper before I walk over.  Right before I cross the street the little girl on the front porch stops me mid step.

She looks like just like her mother, just a smaller version.  She is sitting on a plastic little table, that they probably just bought, coloring.

I make my way over to her right when the lawn mower goes off

“I told you I would cut the grass.”  I try to sound casual, but the blood in me is boiling, it must be ninety-five degrees outside, and she’s wearing enough clothes for a trek across the frozen tundra.

She looks up “I also said I got it, and I would be doing it myself.” The little girl from the porch makes it to her mother and hides behind her, yanking on her pant leg.

The fearful look that she gives me is just like her mother’s.  I crouch down, getting eye-to-eye with her and say “Hey there, beautiful. What’s your name?” She doesn’t reply, and instead she lowers her gaze so she is looking at her feet. “I’m Jackson,” I reach out my hand, but drop it when I know she won’t take it.  I gesture behind me, as I say “I live in that house right over there.  I used to know your great grandma.”  I’m trying to draw her into a conversation with me, but nothing I say engages her.

“It’s ok baby, you can tell him your name.  Nan used to make him cookies, so you know what that means, she must have really liked him.”  She rubs her daughters shoulder.

“I’m Lilah,” she says in barely a whisper.

“That is the most beautiful name in the whole wide world.  You’re lucky to have such a beautiful name.”  She smiles at me, right as a car back fires. She yells and puts her hands to her ears.

Two things happen at the same time, her mother grabs her and runs toward the house, and I vow to protect them.

“Wait,” I rush after them and make it right to the door before it’s closed in my face.  I stand there inside the house and watch them rushing to the corner and hide.

Two broken girls protecting each other against some monster of the outside world.  I walk up to them “It’s ok, it’s just a car, it was nothing but a car.”

“Lilah, baby it’s ok, it’s ok.  I’m here.  It’s ok baby girl, were safe.” She is trying to comfort the little girl who is sobbing quietly in her mother arms.  “No one is here baby.”

She looks over at me, our eyes meeting for one minute before she lowers them again.

“Look it’s ok, it’s just Jackson.  There is no one here, baby.”  She rocks Lilah back and forth. Her back against the wall while she soothes her baby girl whose sobs are slowly stopping, her eyes closing.

“What can I do?”  I’m now sitting in front of her not sure how to even start to dissect this.

“Nothing, you can’t do anything for us,” she kisses Lilah’s head. “No one can.”

I ignore that last part not sure how to talk about this now.

“I’m going to go outside and finish cutting the grass, then I’m going to go pick up some food for us.  Does she like pizza?”

“Jackson, I don’t know what relationship you had with my grandmother, but I don’t need your help.  We will be fine.  Please, it’s ok, you can leave.” She rests her head on the the wall closing her eyes, the defeat of the day leaving her body.

“I’m going to go outside and finish mowing the lawn so Lilah doesn’t have to go outside anymore today.  Then I’m going to pick up pizza for myself.  You won’t have time to cook, so I’m going to pick one up for you.  I want to eat with you guys, but I’m not pushing myself on you either after today.  Now I don’t want to fight with you or even discuss this, so just nod that you understand?”

She looks into my eyes, but nods yes.

“I can pay you for the pizza?  I have money. I don’t need a hand out,” she says while trying to push herself up to go get fucking money.

If she weren’t so scared of things I would punch the fuck out of something right now.  “I don’t want your money, now or ever.  I have no doubt you can take care of yourself.  Consider this a housewarming present.” I get up going to the door not even giving her a chance to say anything else.

“She’s never had pizza before, so can you just get us plain cheese.”

I don’t say anything afraid of what will come out of my mouth.  I nod and walk out the door, closing it quietly so as not to wake Lilah.

I close my eyes exhaling the breath that I didn’t even realize I was holding.

“She’s barely holding on while fighting for her life.  She has demons, they both do.  Whatever happened to them, it’s in there deep.  The both of them are so scared, you can practically see the fear coming off of them.”  I look over at Brenda who is on her porch watering her plants. “Tread lightly, Jackson, or better yet walk away if you aren’t going to do anything about it.”

I don’t have a chance to respond she walks into her house closing her front door softly, leaving me fighting my own demons.


About Natasha Madison

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


#BlogTour Tempted By A Touch (An Unlikely Hero, #2) by Kris Rafferty #SecondChance #Review #Series #RomanticSuspense #NewRelease @KrisERafferty

#BlogTour Tempted By A Touch (An Unlikely Hero, #2) by Kris Rafferty #SecondChance #Review #Series #RomanticSuspense #NewRelease @KrisERafferty

#BlogTour Tempted By A Touch (An Unlikely Hero, #2) by Kris Rafferty #SecondChance #Review #Series #RomanticSuspense #NewRelease @KrisERaffertyTempted By a Touch by Kris Rafferty
Series: An Unlikely Hero #2
Published by Entangled Publishing on October 24th, 2016
Genres: Romantic Suspense
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People keep dying around Harper MacLain. Try as she might, she can’t stop bad things from happening to those she loves. When her closely guarded secret lands her in the middle of her ex-boyfriend’s investigation, she’s in over her head. She hates that Detective Lucas Sullivan is in her life again, tempting her to fall back into bad habits…and his bed.

When Harper left him, Lucas tried not to care, burying himself in his job instead. Then Harper became the job. Now they’re on the run, and all he can think about is keeping her safe…and his hands off her. Lucas knows she's the key to solving his case, if he can keep them alive long enough to do it. And that's the trick...because falling in love can kill you.

Tempted by a Touch by Kris Rafferty is a great story if you are ever in need of a great romantic suspense novel which will keep you on the edge of your seat from page one. Sizzling, gripping, sexy—Tempted by a Touch is everything an Entangled book promises to deliver.

Harper MacLain has not had an easy year. After the hell her brother and his family went through, she expected the nightmare to finally be over—the perpetrator in jail. She needed it to be over, to forget what happened, to move on, but unfortunately life is not always that easy. And when plans fail and dangers lurk in the shadows ready to drag everyone’s secrets out in the open, Detective Lucas Sullivan is the only one ready and willing to protect her—the only man she ever loved but can’t have. But can they overcome their past in order to have a future? Or is it too late and they will be destroyed by their secrets?

Tempted by a Touch is a well-written suspense novel that will have you guess and second-guessing what will happen. I did like Harper and Lucas as a couple, they were head-strong and stayed true to themselves, mostly. But sometimes I got a little annoying and predictable. The suspense aspect of this book was probably my favorite aspect about it. It did keep me mostly guessing as to what will happen.

Overall, this was a pleasant read for a rainy Sunday afternoon. I did have some issues, but those are mostly personal—I just couldn’t quite connect to the characters and I needed more emotions to be conveyed. I still liked the story and probably will read more by this author.

~Review by Anja


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If any of Harper’s guesses were right, odds were good they’d be questioned and then killed. Her limbs grew heavy at the thought, and suddenly it felt as if she were walking through deep water. Her heart raced, and all she could hear was blood thundering past her eardrums.

“What the hell?” Lucas said.

Harper turned to see what in particular he found disturbing, because to her mind, this whole place warranted a big, enthusiastic what the hell. Then she saw it and stopped cold. They’d been led to the red cargo container and a guard was motioning them inside.

“No,” she said.   Lucas nudged her with his body, urging her forward, but she was having none of it. “I’m not getting in there.”

Marnie told her how she’d had Joe put “on ice” in a shipping container, that there were two types of going away. One where money was exchanged and you came back, and one where you didn’t. There was no way to know if money had been exchanged, so no way to know if their going away was the murdering kind. Prepare for the worst, hope for the best. She wasn’t getting in there.

A muzzle pressed against her lower back. “Move.” The guard at the container came at her.  Lucas stepped between them, indicating his cuffed hands behind his back.

“Uncuff me.”

The guard shook his head, looking around Lucas at Harper.  Then someone directed one of the halogen lights directly on them, blinding Harper.  She pressed her forehead to Lucas’s back, gripping his waist, so afraid she could barely breathe.

“In. Now,” the guard said.

“No.” She shook her head, eyes shut tightly.  She was absolutely unable to do as she was told.  She couldn’t. She couldn’t step inside.

“Uncuff me and I’ll get her inside,” Lucas said.

Harper stepped away from Lucas, squinting against the bright light.  “No, Lucas.  No.”  She broke into a full-on sweat, and her throat seized in panic.

The guard seemed to be weighing his options.  She could tell the moment he decided to make her Lucas’s problem. Pressing her hand to her mouth, Harper concentrated on not screaming.

The guard approached Lucas, who lifted his wrists, bending forward a little to accommodate the man. “It’s okay,” Lucas said.  The cuffs came off.  “Harper, I’m here.”  He reached for her, his intent clear.

She stepped back.  “You don’t understand.” Marnie had told her about these things.  They were going to die.

Lucas pounced, hauling her to his side, guiding her toward the container.  Harper struggled, desperate to put as much distance as possible between her and the container. The guard stood by the open red door, and though the light illuminated the surroundings, it put the interior of the container into shadow.

Lucas pressed his lips to her ear.  “Harper, stop.  This is not helping.”

“In.” The guards waved his gun, indicating he’d lost patience.

Lucas nodded, placating. “We’re going.”

“No.” Harper spoke through her hand, continuing to struggle away from him. If she was going to die, it wouldn’t be locked away in a container, someone’s plaything, or worse…starvation, torture. She kicked and slapped.

“Dammit, Harper!” He threw her over his shoulder, and the impact on her belly forced air from her lungs, so when her feet hit the metal flooring she was lightheaded and dazed. The guard aimed a powerful flashlight inside, blinding them.

“Why are you doing this?” Lucas held a hand up, protecting his eyes. Harper turned her back to the guard, blinking past tears. “What is this about?” he said.

The container door slammed shut on his last syllable, and then they were alone, in the dark.


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About Kris Rafferty


Kris Rafferty was born in Cambridge, Massachusetts, the youngest of four in a rambunctious Irish-American family. She became obsessed with books early on, and remembers her first library adventure. She wrote her first story when she was six and never stopped. She received her BA at U/Mass Boston, married the love of her life, has three perfect children, and earned her third degree black belt in Parker American Kenpo Karate. She plays classical piano, loves road trips, and is a fanatic for warm water ocean. If she’s not writing, she’s reading all sorts of romance. Ms. Rafferty lives happily ever after in North Carolina, writing.


The Reason For Me by Prescott Lane #BlogTour #5StarReview #Giveaway @PrescottLane1 @ArdentPRose

The Reason For Me by Prescott Lane #BlogTour #5StarReview #Giveaway @PrescottLane1 @ArdentPRose

The Reason For Me by Prescott Lane #BlogTour #5StarReview #Giveaway @PrescottLane1 @ArdentPRoseThe Reason for Me by Prescott Lane
Published by Prescott Lane on October 11th 2016
Genres: Contemporary Romance
Pages: 242
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I received this book for free in exchange for an honest review. This does not affect my opinion of the book or the content of my review.


She likes it quick and dirty.

I like orders and rules.

She hates small talk.

I hate to share.

She’s an open book.

I’m a closed dresser drawer.

She rides a Harley.

And that drives me f’ing nuts.

Annalyse and I have both lived in our own personal hells for half a decade. She’s learned to love the warmth, and I’m still consumed. But my new neighbor is stoking more than my libido these days. We agreed on only pleasure. But she changed the rules.

And now I’m not even sure what they are.

Maybe there’s a reason she found me that night, maybe there’s a reason I can’t stop thinking about her, maybe there’s a reason for the pain. Maybe not.

We all look for reasons in life. Reasons for death, love, pain. Why one thing happens and not another? It’s human nature. We’ve been looking for the meaning of life since the beginning of time. But maybe the reason for all of it — life, love, loss, heartache — is the curvy brunette living next door.

The Reason for MeThe Reason for Me by Prescott Lane
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

Prescott Lane is one of those authors where I don’t need to know a thing about the book before I start reading it.  She has managed to surprise me with every story and I just know I’m going to love it. With The Reason For Me, she gives us two complex characters stuck in various states of grief. Annalyse and Holt are brought together by circumstance and drawn closer to each other by desire and unknowingly their secrets.

One of the main things I love about this story is how it’s delivered to us. Annalyses’ backstory is shared through her blog postings and she directs Holt to certain days, giving him clues as to the state of her heart and mind. We also get both of their perspectives which builds on the mystery of why they are in these sad states of limbo.

Annalyse won my sympathy from the very beginning and although we don’t know exactly what happened to her on Halloween 5 years earlier, we know she is lonely and tortured. Holt is a bigger mystery. I really didn’t care much for him at first. He’s bossy and while that can be pretty hot, it’s simply too early into their relationship. But I love a hero that is redeemed and the more we got to know about Holt, the more I liked him. They do have great chemistry and Prescott Lane is a master at creating this atmosphere on the page. He proves himself to be worthy, but his secret might just ruin any chance they might. His backstory is tragic but Holt is almost too slow to trust her.

The entire situation is wrought with peril. The back and forth of what they are to each other, the slow sharing of their pasts and the recognition that this is truly the first time either of them might have a chance to heal. The Reason For Me is an intense and emotional read with the perfect balance of romance and heartache and is another 5 star read from Prescott Lane!

~Review by Cyndi


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“You should have on a life jacket.”  

“When I kayak or when I ride my motorcycle?” I ask.

He tries not to smile, but he does.  “Pissed, huh?”

“Observant, aren’t you?”

“Motorcyclists are twenty-five percent more likely to die and five times more likely to be injured than a passenger in a car,” he says.

“You looked that up just to lecture me, didn’t you?”

“Not the point,” he says.  “No more motorcycle.”

Did he really think he could go all alpha male on me?  Usually, it would be hot as all-get-out to see a man in control, dominant, but right now alpha equals asshole!   Note to self — I should do a blog post on that.  Where have all the good alphas gone?  “Who do you think you are?” I say, walking away.  “You’re not my husband or my father.  Come to think of it, I wouldn’t let my father or husband order me around like this.”

His fingers lightly touch my elbow.  It isn’t a grab.  I barely feel it, and as quickly as he touched me, it’s over.  “I’m a doctor.  I’ve seen what . . .”

“You’re a gynecologist!  You’ve seen what a motorcycle can do to a vagina?”

Oh God, I’m in trouble.  He’s got the dirtiest look in his eye.  “I’d imagine the vibration would feel pretty damn good.”

I can’t help it and bust out laughing.  “You are impossible.”

“And it’s the law to carry a life vest for every person in a kayak,” he says.


I roll my eyes.  “You like rules.”

“I like order.”

“Ordering people around,” I say.

“Only certain people,” he says.

Don’t ask me why, but the thought of him “ordering” me around made my legs clench together, or maybe it was the mention of vibrations.  Either way, the idea of him taking control of my body didn’t sound bad to me at all.  It would be nice to not think so damn much all the time and just feel something good for a change.

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About Prescott Lane

Prescott Lane

Prescott Lane is the author of First Position, Perfectly Broken, and her new release, Quiet Angel. She is originally from Little Rock, Arkansas, and graduated from Centenary College with a degree in sociology. She went on to receive her MSW from Tulane University, after which she worked with developmentally delayed and disabled children. 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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