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Series: Stupid Awesome Loveby Ceri Grenelle Includes: Sweet Disaster

 

Title: Sweet Disaster
Series: Stupid Awesome Love #1
Author: Ceri Grenelle
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Cover Design: Sofie Hartley, Hart & Bailey Design Co.
Release Date: June 7, 2018

 

Blurb
Sophie…has stupid awesome sex with a stranger.
 
New York City summers are hot and sticky, which only makes what I’m feeling for the asshole in my new building even messier. Usually, I quietly reserve my opinions for my news articles, but when Tony argues with me, he tempts me to give in to my crazy. I yell back. He smiles. Something in me melts.
 
It was only supposed to be one time, but we can’t get enough.
 
With Tony I’m a new person, brave and unashamed. But anything between us can only be a fling. He’s offered a job in Rome. That’s good, right? With a long history of unreliable relationships, messy emotions are a complication I don’t need.
 
Tony…has a sexy new neighbor.
 
I’ve worked my ass off to climb the ladder at my company, even threw away my passion to prove I’m worth something. When they offer me a high position, I should be focused on my work. But no one’s ever spoken to me the way Sophie does. She pushes buttons I don’t know I have. Forces me to confront a dream I gave up long ago.


In two months, we go our separate ways. No hurt feelings. No misunderstandings. That’s the deal. She doesn’t need to know I’ll be playing for keeps.

 

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Excerpt
Chapter One
Sophie moves into a new building. There are sexy assholes.
The first time we argue, I feel alive. I’m sweating, my blood’s pumping, and my hair is sticking to my face in the stinking New York City humidity. I don’t know what life really is until some asshole starts screaming at me to move my van from his spot, because it feels so damn good to yell right back at him.
“Get your U-Haul out of my parking spot!”
This guy’s hollering at me from across the street.
“Excuse me?” I call back, convinced he isn’t speaking to me. No one ever yells at me. I’m unassuming and introverted. I’m a wallpaper ninja, blending so well people can’t even find me to yell at me.
But the guy across the street sees me, clear as day.
“Are you deaf?” he yells with slow and exaggerated articulation. “Get your damn moving van out of my spot.”
I’m not the type of person to engage in a verbal fight. I’m quiet-even when someone pisses me off. I roll with the chaotic nature of my beautifully harsh city: a strand of seaweed in the ocean, riding the tides. But after surviving the day from hell, only to
be accosted by this bear of a man? I fight back, like I never have before.
 “Last time I checked there are no spots assigned to people on this block, or anywhere else in Brooklyn.”
“It’s an unwritten rule.”
I mimic his earlier tone, hitting every consonant and unleashing my New York accent to embellish the attitude. “If you couldn’t tell, I’m moving into the building and
there’s an actual written rule that if I double-park the U-Haul, I’ll get a ticket.”
“That’s not my problem, baby.” He steps into the street, waiting for a break in traffic to cross. “Find a new spot.”
I nearly drop the moving box in outrage before remembering it has wine glasses mom sent from Napa. Breaking them would be a crime. I’ll need them before this shit day
is over, especially after getting a look at the man charging at me like a bull chasing red.
As he crosses the street I expect to see a guido with a beer gut, and while I imagine he’s got a decent percentage of Italian heritage, there sure as hell ain’t no beer gut.  Instead I’m greeted by a fit and trim physique, tanned skin, and biceps I could drool over. The muscles in his arms tense and roll with every word, every wild gesticulation. He levels with me on the sidewalk and removes his sunglasses, revealing dark eyes flecked with gold. He’s shockingly handsome—like runway model handsome— combined with the grittiness of a rock star and the best parts of a native New Yorker. I’m wearing the tank top I slept in last night, a ratty old sports bra, and shorts I haven’t washed for two weeks.
This day is the pits.
“Because of your stupid van, I had to circle the surrounding blocks for twenty minutes to find a spot for my pickup truck. A paid, limited-parking, spot.”
“How is your poor car choice my fault? Who in their right mind has a pickup truck and lives in Brooklyn? You’re just asking for endless nights searching for parking.
What do you do when it snows?”
The challenge in his eyes is like a book I have to devour. One flexed bicep, an arched eyebrow, and I’m hooked.
He shoots a disparaging glance at my van before asking, “You’re moving into this building?”
He points at my new place.
I’ve propped the outer foyer door open and there are boxes preloaded onto a dolly at the top of the stoop.
“No.” I lay the sarcasm on thick. “I’ve come here to unload this van with the sole purpose
of pissing you off. I thought, ‘who in all of New York can I make the most miserable today?’ ” I raise one arm in a fist pump. “I won!”
His eyes widen like he can’t believe I’m not backing down, and I might be hallucinating from the heat, but I swear I catch a smile before he starts laying into me again, our voices getting louder and louder.
“I don’t care what you’re doing; I need this spot for my truck, and you need to move.”
“I will move my truck when I’m good and ready.”
“You’ll move now.”
“No.”
“No? That’s it?”
“That’s it?” I repeat, dumbfounded. As if the world revolves around this asshole’s giant ego. “I’ll tell you what’s it. It’s
ninety-eight degrees outside. I had to take a day off work to move because the management company of this stupid new building insists I move one week after signing the lease, much to the dismay of my boss, who was kinda pissed I didn’t
come in today.”
He opens his mouth to speak and I cover it with my hand, unwilling to break my stride. I haven’t unloaded like this in years.
“And then the rental company loses my reservation for the van, and proceeds to send me to two consecutive branches ’till I found one that has the size I reserved. Two branches.
His eyes narrow as he crosses his arms, but he doesn’t stop me. I’m on a damn roll, releasing pressure built by an awful day, and years of containing my opinion to the written word. I keep my hand on his lips, not because it feels nice or
anything, but because I need to get this off my chest and he’s the unlucky bastard who’s gonna hear it. Not even an introvert of my level can keep it cool
after the shit storm of my day.
“The Task Rabbit guys I hired to load the truck were an hour late and on the drive over no less than three cabbies-three-cut me off on the bridge, and I’m pretty sure I heard one of my boxes fall over and break as I swerved to get out of the way. And now, to put the icing on a great big turd of a cake, a
loudmouth jackass is ordering me to move my van after getting a spot directly in front of my new building. He wants to shit on the one good thing that’s
happened to me today. You want to know what’s it?” I’m panting it’s so hard to get the last words out.
“That’s fucking it.”
I’ve lived in various spots around New York City my entire life but until this moment I’ve never adhered to the loud-mouthed-I-don’t-need-a-filter culture. With this guy and his amber-streaked hair and gold cross around his neck-I let go of all my insecurities and worry over what people will think and just let it fly. Over a parking spot, of
all things.
A freakin’ parking spot.
When he takes my hand away from his mouth, cradling my wrist with an almost shocking tenderness, making my skin itch, I ask, “Who the fuck do you think you are?”
My yelling draws the attention of passing pedestrians. I think I see a smartphone or two recording us. He sees them too, a frown pulling his features into severity. It
transforms his smooth edges into a creature of rougher origins, a true piece of him I find both unnerving and intriguing.
 “I think I’m the guy who needs you to move your van, so I can park my pickup truck here, in the only spot on this block
that fits it.” His voice is low, but there’s a definite heat behind it. Whether it’s the same annoyed tone from before or something new I can’t tell, and after the scene I just made, I don’t think I want to know.
He’s still holding my hand, swiping his thumb back and forth across my wrist.
“Do you verbally attack every unsuspecting person who parks in your spot, or am I just lucky?”
“Baby, you don’t know what lucky is, but I’d be more than happy to show you.”
That might be a warning or a come on…or both.
I advance on him, my bravado knowing no ends today. “Don’t call me baby, asshole.”
He matches me step for step. “Till you move out of my spot, I’ll call you what I want, baby.”
I want to kick him, but the way he says baby flashes through my body like a heat wave. A
deliciously sexy heat wave.
Actually, I should kick myself to get my good sense back.
His hand is still holding my wrist. I’m starting to think I don’t want him to let go.
 “Why don’t you go cool off with a walk around
the block, go pump some iron, take some steroids, or do whatever it is you guido types do.”
“You say guido like it’s a bad thing. Where are you from that you can cast aspersions on my character?” He laughs when my eyebrows shoot up, casually leaning toward me
as if I didn’t just spit my entire day up on him.
He finally lets go of my wrist, and I feel the loss of his heat, even in the humid air.
 “Guidos know big words too, baby.” God, why does fighting with him feel so good? I should want to smack him, and I do, but having his lips so close to mine makes me want different things. Sinful, sexy, and dirty things.
“You perpetuate that stereotype yourself. You’re doing it now, yelling at me like an Italian thug.”
His hand clutches his heart. “You wound me, baby. I should take you inside, throw you over my knee and teach you a lesson.”
His immodest threat makes me blush, but not because I’m scandalized, but because now I know I kinda want it. And God, he sees it. He sees the shift from anger to lust. He sees my skin flush in color from something other than fury, and he
grabs hold.
 “You can’t tell me to move the van,” I say before he can interject with another baby.
“I can tell you whatever I want; it’s up to you to behave and actually do it.”
“Who says I need to behave?”
“The laws of decency.”
“You’re screaming at an innocent woman like a madman, and you have the balls to call me indecent?”
“I have balls for many different scenarios. I keep them in a velvet-lined drawer and take them out when such occasions arise.”
Don’t laugh. Don’t fucking laugh. I open my mouth to start another round, but before I can get a word in His Almighty
Dickishness turns on a dime and flashes a roguish grin, the asshole gone in a flash. The result is devastating. His body is all fully-grown man, but his smile is whimsical and childlike, more open than what I’m prepared for. I was raised on cynicism and sarcasm. Pure honesty is alarming.
“Listen, the longer we stand here, the hotter and crankier I get. I’m gonna speed this up for us. What floor you movin’ into?”
“Why?” He runs his hands through his hair, seeking an outlet. I know the feeling; I’m as jittery as kid with A.D.D.
“I’m gonna help you move so you can get your ugly van out of
my way.”
His offer, combined with the sudden change in his demeanor, throws me so far off balance I answer without thinking, “Third floor.”
“What a coincidence. I’m on the fourth. Welcome to the building. C’mon, baby, show me what you need moved.”
“You live here?”
“Yes.” He peers into the van, seeing all the boxes and furniture pieces I could cram into it.
“Were you gonna move that loveseat by yourself?”
“You live here.” I point at my new address, making it obviously clear which building I mean because I need to know absolutely, without any doubt, that the man I’ve just screamed at, like a an unashamed weirdo, like I’m never gonna see him
again, lives one floor above me.
“At this building.”
 “Yes. This building.” He grins, his teeth accompanied by a sparkle.
It is singularly unfair that a man so annoying can be so profoundly attractive. He’s checking all my boxes. Which only makes me angrier.
“I don’t need your help.” What I don’t need is this big gulp of man in my apartment.
“I’m stronger than I look.”
He sighs, leans against the hated van with his arms in his pockets. Unassuming. Harmless.
Ha!
“I’m sorry I yelled at you earlier.”
I dip my chin and stare at him with an eyebrow arched in sarcastic doubt.
“Okay, I am sorry I made your day harder. Let me make it up to you. Let me help you move in.”
He doesn’t wait for me to accept, of course, just turns back to the open van, eyeing it like a mountain to be climbed.
“What do you want moved first?”
He’s genuine. He’s actually offering to help me, after spending a good twenty minutes making an ass of himself by demanding I move for his benefit. And all of sudden he’s helping me, like this is who he was all along. Like I’m not the only one who’s had a shit day.
“How about the ones labeled kitchen? That’s the best room in my apartment.” he chuckles to himself. I figure it must be an inside joke until he proves he’s gotta have the single most massive ego in all of Brooklyn. “It’s only the best due to my superb cooking. Do you like linguine?”
“Yes,” I mumble automatically, unable to deal with the shift in his demeanor. I’m practically out of breath from hollering at him, and my body is on a knife’s
edge, tempted by this hunk of man, and he’s talking about fucking linguine.
“Baby.” There’s that word again.
“You haven’t had linguine till you’ve had my
linguine.”
Oh, I want his linguine.  Without another word he gathers two boxes, one on each shoulder. He looks like a textbook illustration of an ancient Roman hauling cement blocks to build a great structure.  He catches me staring and winks.
I will not let Lord Linguine show me up. I will prove I can do this by myself, and maybe that will make him go away. I grab a box, then another, and another, balancing them and forcing myself to smile. These boxes weigh nothing. I’m not killing myself in the heat to prove anything. I perform heavy lifting on a regular
basis.
“You got-
“I’m fine,”
I grunt, hobbling up the steps to the building, the weight of the boxes turning me slower than molasses.
The elevator is out of order-don’t cry, don’t cryso it’s pointless to use the dolly. We’re forced to take the stairs.
“Are you sure?” he asks.
“Stop asking me,” I grunt.
Christ, this hurts so much. I’m going to die. My knees will break, and I’ll crumble in on myself, forced to listen to Lord Linguine laugh as he steps over me.
My foot catches on the top step, and the boxes start to tumble. Before I can even cry out, he’s there, deftly placing his boxes down to help me, making sure I don’t fall. One hand on my waist, the other supporting the three boxes.
“Thanks.”
The adrenaline from the near fall pulses through my veins as I look up at him. We’re close, barely a breath apart, and I can’t catch my breath. I can’t stop looking into his eyes.
Is it possible for a man’s gaze to smolder and shine at the same time?
“You’re welcome.”
He sounds normal, no longer filled with false bravado, almost kind.
“What would my Ma say if I let you land ass up?”
There’s the idiot I’ve come to know.
We make it to the third floor, and I almost collapse when we reach my door.
“Is it unlocked?” Linguine asks, shuffling in front of me.
“Yes.”
He slides the door open, sets the boxes in the kitchen where I direct him to, as if they’re light as a feather, then comes over and takes all three of my boxes
away. He doesn’t so much as grimace from the weight, and I hate him more than
ever.
“Let’s take a break-
“Shut up, there’s still more.” I ignore his deep chuckles as we go back to the van.  I don’t repeat my earlier folly, but I make him carry the heavier stuff to pay him back for being so smug. He doesn’t complain, just lugs another two boxes onto his shoulders and places them where
I tell him.
I trail behind him each time we go back down the stairs to the first floor. His back muscles flex with every step, on display through the thin, white tank top. It’s a nice view, and I don’t stop myself from raking my gaze down his waist to what
I can only describe as the most delicious bubble butt ensconced in pants tailor-made for his ass.
He faces me once he hits the sidewalk, a self-satisfied smirk highlighting a mouth and cheekbones I’m slowly starting to obsess over in my head, and I think he knows
I’ve been looking. I don’t care. I’m taking full advantage of the view while I can, except when he calls me on it.
“You looking at my ass, baby?”
“No,” I say too quickly, cursing my lack of finesse.
“I can feel your eyes on me.”
“You’re hallucinating.” We get to the van, and I’m surprised by how little is left to move.
“Don’t worry, I’ve been looking at yours too.”
“You son of a-
“I’ve got time for one more trip,” he says, his arm brushing mine as he reaches for more boxes.
Electricity shoots through my body. Our eyes meet. He licks his lips. I can’t have him in my apartment anymore, filling it up with his raw energy and body so beautiful I’ve come to appreciate it for the work of art it is.
“You can stop right now, I didn’t need your help when I started, and I don’t need it now.”
He ignores me, grabbing another two boxes.
“I said I don’t need your-” He grabs two more boxes and runs up to the building, like a puppy stealing a shoe, trying to instigate a play session. Except this is a grown man who I can barely look at without thinking dirty thoughts. “-what a freaking asshole…
We’re in my apartment again, the space getting smaller and smaller with every second I’m near him. We’re so close to each other, yet a million miles away.
He sets the boxes by the entrance and runs his fingers through his hair as he straightens from a crouch, his slacks stretched taut over muscular thighs.
His hair looks soft. Does he highlight it to get that color? Beautiful amber streaks piercing through pitch black.
I push my hands through my curly, pixie-length haircut, mussing it up to distract myself. I gnaw at my bottom lip and press down till I feel a pinch, a reminder not to stare at him. It’s just so damn hard. He catches me looking again, and I glance away, coming down from the high of strong emotions and physical exertion. But it’s not enough. I feel anxious and incomplete, like I’m missing something.
Like whatever is passing between us isn’t over.
“I’d say thank you, but I don’t think you helping me makes up for your dickishness earlier.” I shrug, unrepentant.
He doesn’t move, just keeps looking at me as his hands slowly lower. No other response. My heart beats a little faster when he licks his lips, and wet heat that has
nothing to do with summer humidity blooms between my legs.
 “You can go now.” I don’t really want him to
go. I want him to stand in the middle of my apartment, so I can stare at him a while longer. The last time I was near a man so beautiful was for an article I wrote on the trials of the male model life. Those guys are paid to be gorgeous,
but they’ve got nothing on Lord Linguine.
He nods, as though he hears and understands, but makes no moves to leave. He just keeps looking at me, and now he’s touching his bottom lip with his thumb.
Dear Lord, his mouth is sumptuous. No, not just sumptuous. It’s fat and thick, made more tantalizing by the way it plumps whenever he bites down.  Who is this guy?
He’s been carrying my heaviest boxes up and down the stairs without a drop of perspiration, like some Greek god. I’m sweating worse than a roasted pig and am most likely still flushed and red after our argument-thanks, Irish coloring. My clothes are wrinkled and gross, and I can’t recall if I brushed my teeth this morning.
But I know the look he’s giving me, like there’s nothing in the world he wants more. It should scare me. I don’t know him at all, and yet…and yet…that itch in my skin is all from
him. One argumentative word from my new neighbor and I’ve unleashed more personality on the world than in the past five years.
Male desire emanates from his gaze like the sun at high noon; no doubt I’ll get burned if I don’t protect myself. I would usually feel uncomfortable, wary even, if someone I don’t know keeps staring at me like he does, but after spending the last hour with him—feeling his hand on my back when I nearly missed a step on one of our ascents, staring at his ass, watching his muscles tense and roll with every step, watching his lips like my
favorite TV show—all I feel is an intense need.
The realization slaps me in the face so hard I nearly take a step back.
I want Lord Linguine. I want his beautiful body covering mine. I want his lips on places that haven’t felt the touch of a man in longer than I care to admit. I want him inside me. I want him to use my body till I’m wrung out and this awful day is erased.               
But all I say is, “See you around the building.”
Again, no response, just staring, with the occasional lip licks or flickers of his gaze. He’s looking at my body the same way I’m looking at his. Seeing him want me
only makes me want him more. 
Proof of his humanity shows as moisture drips down the side of his tanned face, tripping
over a thin layer of manicured stubble. Shit, he’s beautiful, in a brutal, New York City way. And considering the way he shifts, his tight-fitting trousers stretching taut, a long hard line now highlighted at the front of his pants,
I’m pretty sure he’s thinking the same thing about me.
I bite my bottom lip deliberately to see what he does. He watches the move then finally speaks. His voice is as far from the riotous nature of our initial encounter as
it can get.
“I could stay, help you unpack some stuff.”
I nearly prevaricate, but decide to stick to honesty. We both know what’s happening
here.
“That’s not what would happen if you stayed.”
“It’s your choice. If you don’t want me to stay, I’ll leave. We’ll nod at each other as we pass in the hallway, like this was an unremarkable encounter. We’ll go back to being strangers. I don’t want that, but I promise I’ll leave if you do.”
“Oh, now you care what I think?” Stalling. Stalling, I am so stalling.
“I’ve been hanging on your every word for the past hour, and in no world would I ever want to make a woman uncomfortable, so
yeah, I care a whole fucking lot.” His body is tense, practically vibrating, yet he stays put. Waiting for me.
“Tell me what you want, baby.”
Do I want what he’s offering?
“I’ll make you feel so good.”
Uninhibited sex between strangers?
After the day I’ve had?
He takes a step forward. We’re nearly on top of each other now. My hands itch to touch him. “Say yes.”
Fuck yes, I do.
 “Yes.”
Author Bio
Ceri is the author of quirky and sexy contemporary romance
novels. She has a major weakness for sappy cuddle moments as much as hot and steamy sex scenes, and a penchant for writing snappy and sarcastic dialogue.
She loves romance that isn’t afraid to be awkward and uncouth, and thrives on flawed characters with big hearts.
 
A New York native, Ceri now lives in California with her two
cats, Mercy and Eugene Fitzherbert, who should be very thankful she didn’t name him frying pan. She is a proud functioning introvert and lover of all things geeky. You can find her haunting the Twitter machine or posting pictures of her
ridiculous cats on Instagram.
 
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Complicated Parts by Ashley Jade 📖Review📖

Title: Complicated Parts
Series: Book One of the Complicated Parts Duet
Author: Ashley Jade
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: May 21, 2018
They say everyone has either an addiction, obsession, or weakness in this world. Something that can penetrate you down to the core and influence you in a way nothing else can. 
I have all three. 
One happens to be her. 
 
Kit Bishop is in my veins.
But unfortunately for me, she’s the drug I’ll never be able to indulge in and the high I can’t chase. 
 
Because I’m a liar. 
A thief. 
And I’ve destroyed everything that’s ever been mine.

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Holy Shit!!!

I have read all of Ashley’s books. I really didn’t think she could surprise me after reading the [book:Blame It on the Shame: Complete Series|34626730]. That was a dark series and brought a lot of emotions forward good and bad.

Then you have the Duet [book:Complicated Hearts|33235918], [book:Complicated Hearts|34670193], which you should probably read before you read this story since you will get the beginning of Preston and Kit. But like Ashley does say you don’t HAVE to read them.

So on to this book, again holy shit. Preston is an asshole in the finest ways. He is a gambler a compulsive one at that. But he is a broken man and when a man is broken they do stupid shit.

Kit is beautiful in everything she does. But she has had a crappy life. But she wears her heart on her sleeves and will love with all her heart.

These two people have no reason to be in a relationship BUT they are and you have to read this book to find out why. I will not give anything away. But I will say that if there is one book you read this year it HAS TO BE THIS ONE!

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Ashley Jade is a lover of contemporary romance, erotica, new adult, dark romance, oxford commas, the em dash, peanut butter on her cookies, coffee, and anything thought provoking…except for math. 
She’s always read books growing up and after having a strange dream one night; she decided to just go for it and publish her first series. 
 
Little did she know— she would end up falling head over heels in love with writing.
 
If she’s not paying off student loan debt, working, or writing a novel—you can usually find her listening to music, hanging out with her readers online, and pondering the meaning of life. 
 
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Title: Often
Series: Iron Orchids #4
Author: Danielle Norman
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Cover Design: Najla Qamber Designs
Release Date: May 31, 2018
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Difficult roads often lead to beautiful destinations…

 
He wore suits and I wore biker boots.
He went to university and I went to trade school.
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When my world was turned upside down, he took me in his arms and promised to help me find a new direction. Now I’ve lost my job, been separated from my friends, and any day an eviction notice was bound to show up.
 
Unfortunately, my journey was tougher than he had imagined.
When nothing goes right, look who’s left.
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Before becoming a romance writer, Danielle was a body double
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And all of this happens before she wakes up and faces
reality where in fact she is a 50 something mom with grown kids, she’s been married longer than Theo’s been alive, and now get her kicks riding a Harley.
 
As far as her body, she can thank, Ben & Jerry’s for
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Danielle writes about kickass women with even better shoes
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Spring Fever Daddies by Rayanna Jamison📖Review 📖

Why settle for just one hot cowboy when you can have two?

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Begin as you intend to end. That was my motto.
It was how I had always lived my life.
From the moment my roommate, Mitch, and I arrived back at his childhood home on the Second Chance Ranch, things became clear.
He wanted April. I wanted them both, and I always get what I want.
But something is different now. It feels like everything is on the line, and I’m terrified to crash and burn.
Getting what I want isn’t going to be so easy this time around. Mitch has to finally come to terms with the fact that he’s in love with me, and while he’s doing that, we have to convince April to fall in love with both of us. We have to step up and prove that despite all our faults and problems, we are worthy of that love.
It’s a lot, but I begin how I intend to end. With Mitch beside me, April between us, and both of us as her Daddies.
There are a lot of roadblocks along the way, but I’m determined to get my happy ending. And I always get what I want.
Publisher’s Note: This book contains menage scenes and power exchange scenes. If this is offensive to you, please don’t read it.

Buy Link: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07CZP4ZJM/

 

REVIEW
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This is my first Rayanna Jamison story and I loved it. This is the second book in the Second Chance Ranch Series but I did not know that. And I didn’t feel like I was missing anything. This story is strictly about Brody, April, and Mitch. Although you do get the last three characters from the last book in this one, but nothing that you have to worry about knowing.

Brody and Mitch have been friends and sometimes lovers for the past twenty years. Brody and Mitch are both Doms when separate in their love lives but together Brody is top dog and Mitch switches. When Mitch and Brody go to Second Chance to help out they show up at the same time as April. These three have instant chemistry and connection.

April can tell that Brody and Mitch have a deep connection and doesn’t want to intrude on that. But the boys show that she will not be in the way. Brody becomes an instant Dom for April and Mitch. But Mitch is struggling with his sexuality. He isn’t gay, but he knows he loves Brody more than just a friend. And now adding April into the mix he knows he has to come to terms with what he wants.

This book is wonderfully written. You have three people that want a relationship but have never tried this type before. You have someone struggling with his sexuality and his friends/lovers wanting to help but knowing that he has to come to terms on his own. You have April wanting something like a Dom and a Daddy but having insecurities with herself on doing just that.

This is just what I needed to read right now. It isn’t a fake romance, it is a “real life” like book. With lots of problems, but with characters working it out. LOVED IT!! I voluntarily read an advanced reader copy for my honest review.

“Have you ever had a Daddy before?”
The question confused me, and for a moment I thought of my own Dad, before understanding that That wasn’t what he meant. “Not..not like that,” I stammered, blushing profusely. I had never even considered a Daddy figure, but at this moment, God, I wanted one.
“Not like that, huh? You’ve never had a Daddy to snuggle and spoil you , and spank you soundly before tucking you into bed?”
I shook my head, finding myself wishing it was time for dinner instead of time for breakfast. Wanting everything Mitch was offering.
Except that he wasn’t offering. Or, was he?
Even when his giant hand cupped my ass, I wasn’t sure I hadn’t imagined the whole exchange.
My panties were drenched. My chest was heavy, and my breathing was soft but labored.
If it wasn’t real, it was some fantasy.
“I can be your Daddy.” He whispered the words I didn’t even realize I longed to hear.
“I can as well.” The booming voice with its Yankee twang, surprised me and I turned to see Brody filling the doorway. His wide stance filled the French doors, and his arms folded over his chest. The look on his face that lacked tenderness and bode no argument.
I felt the change in Mitch without looking at him.Brody snapped his fingers. “Two daddies are better than one , little girl. Come upstairs with us, and we’ll show you.”
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Series: Heaven’s Rejects Volume 1 by Avelyn Paige Includes: Sins of the Father, Heaven Sent, Angels and Ashes

Title: Heaven’s Rejects Volume 1
Novels Included: Sins of the Father ~ Heaven Sent ~ Angels and Ashes
Series: Heaven’s Rejects MC
Author: Avelyn Paige
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: May 25, 2018
Cover Credits: Shauna Kruse ~ Michael Pacis ~ Reggie Deanching

 


Join the Heaven’s Rejects brotherhood with the first three books of the series bundled together for the first time.

Sins of the Father – Prequel Novella
Absolute power corrupts absolutely; it was a harsh lesson that my father learned too late. Now we’re all going to burn for his mistakes.


Heaven Sent – HRMC #1
Can an angel with blood-covered wings and the devil himself resist temptation, or will they risk bringing hellfire down on everything that they love?


Angels and Ashes – HRMC #2
When Darcy Kyle sticks her nose in the club’s business, Raze finds himself questioning his loyalty to his brother’s memory. How can he resist an angel bathed in the ashes of the fallen?

Avelyn Paige is an international bestselling author. She resides in a sleepy little town in Indiana with her husband and three crazy pets. While she may be a Hoosier by birth, she is a Boilermaker by choice. Boiler Up!
 
Avelyn spends her days working as a cancer research scientist and her nights sipping moonshine while writing and book reviewing. She loves everything paranormal, Cajun culture, and wants to try tornado chasing as a hobby when she finally grows up. She just has to get over that pesky fear of thunderstorms first.

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Series: Winston Brothers by J.L Beck & Stacey Lewis Includes: The Baby Arrangement 📖Review📖, The Baby Mistake 📖Review📖, & The Baby Contract (Coming-Soon)

 

Title: The Baby Mistake 
Authors: J.L. Beck & Stacey Lewis
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Series: Standalone In The Winston Brothers #2
Giveaway
 
 
 
 
 
Theres two things you should know about me:

One: I don’t make mistakes
Two: I’m never going to settle down with one woman


I’m the fun brother, the jokester, the one who’s never serious…

At least, not until I lose the biggest influence in my life.

Now I’m spiraling out of control, so much so I spent the night after the funeral drowning my sorrows. First in the bottom of a bottle…then in the body of a blonde bombshell who looked at me like I could make all her carnal dreams come true.

Spoiler alert: I did.

I don’t remember her name or what she looked like, but now she’s consuming my every thought.

It doesn’t help that my brother selected a brand new intern with a banging body and blonde hair that makes me think of her to be my assistant for the next six weeks.

I spend my days trying not to bend her over my desk and make her mine…

And my nights dreaming about the girl who got away.

Everything changes when the secret she’s been hiding comes out…
…and I realize I made a huge mistake.



**This is book two in The Winston Brothers Series, however, it can be read as a standalone, separate from book one, The Baby Arrangement. Though, we do recommend you read that book first since The Baby Mistake does contain spoilers from The Baby Arrangement. It’s baby making, alpha loving, Kindle fanning romance, so prepare yourself with a towel. HEA included.**

 
 
 
 
REVIEW
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Ryker is the second son of the Winston family and now it is his turn to fall in love. Ryker is having a very hard time with his father passing and not doing a good job of hiding it. So when he meets a sexy and sweet blond at the bar the night they put his father in the ground all bets are off for him and her.

Ava is celebrating her new job and is taken out by her friends to do just that. But when she sees Mr. Serious across the bar the sexual tension is felt by everyone. Ryker and Ava end up at a hotel and have a blast. But when Ryker wakes up Ava is gone and they both have no idea who each other are.

But when Ava finds out who her new boss is two weeks later, and he doesn’t remember her. Ava is heartbroken.
These two have a lot of things to get over and through. I loved this story and the characters. Ava and Ryker are WONDERFUL characters and need to be read. It was nice to see Reed and Fallon also. I can’t wait to see where J.L and Stacy take us next. I voluntarily read an advanced reader copy for my honest review.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Standalone In The Winston Brothers #1
 
 
REVIEW
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I couldn’t wait for J.L to come out with her next book. And it was well worth it. This friend to lovers story is wonderful! I loved the story and characters. I voluntarily read an advanced reader copy for my honest review.
 
J.L. Beck and Stacey Lewis are two best selling romance authors. They share an equal love for writing, and reading, and are introverts at heart. They love alpha males, and romance that makes you swoon. When you read a book by them you’re guranteed and HEA ending. 
 
 

 

 

Series: House of Sin by Elisabeth Naughton Includes: Forbidden, Deceived,📖Both Reviewed📖 & Undone (Coming-Soon)

Forbidden

by Elisabeth Naughton

Publication Date: April 24, 2018

Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance

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She has no idea what lurks behind the forbidden doors of the House of Sin…

He is temptation. Forbidden fruit. A craving I can’t seem to resist.

I went after him in search of answers, certain he had blood on his hands. Now I’ve fallen prey to his seductive looks and commanding charisma.

I know he is a threat. He’s entwined in a dangerous world I don’t understand. But that doesn’t stop me from aching for his touch, for the taste of his wicked lips.

Before I can truly surrender to the fire smoldering between us, I need to know more. I have to see behind the doors he keeps firmly locked.

I need to discover what he’s hiding in the shadowy world known as the House of Sin…

**WARNING!**

This book is very sexy, very dark, and very addictive! Contains consensual kink and a dark and dominant hero with a dangerous secret. This is a big story that can’t be told in only one book so there is a cliffhanger – but never fear, book two releases three weeks later. The release schedule is as follows:

 

REVIEW

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This is my first Elisabeth Naughton story and I LOVED it. I love darker books with a hint of mystery and this one has it. Luc is an enigma that I can’t figure out yet. He is the soon to be head of his family The Salvatici Family. He doesn’t want to be, he hates his family and wants out. But sees no way to make that happen. His brothers are harder and meaner than him but he is the oldest and so will take on as the head of the family.

When Natalie James walks in for a job he knows there is something off and tells her no. But his brother Gio finds that he wants her. So Natalie finds herself in the middle of the Salvatici family.

The thing I love the most about this book is you have NO IDEA what the hell is going on with this family. I mean you think you do, because the modeling and females coming and going, so you go straight to human trafficking, but once you start reading and get more into it, you find there is so much more into this family. And why Luc is so damn scared of his father.

Natalie is the idea of what Luc wants if his life would have been different. He has done everything he could to keep her away from his life but no matter what he did, she wouldn’t leave. I loved that about her. She is strong, stubborn, sexy, and just what Luc needs in his life.

I am so excited to see what is next in this series. I voluntarily read an advanced reader copy for my honest review.

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Books in the House of Sin Series:

  • FORBIDDEN — Book 1 — April 24, 2018
  • DECEIVED — Book 2 — May 15, 2018
  • UNDONE — Book 3 – June 5, 2018


Deceived

by Elisabeth Naughton

Publication Date: May 15, 2018

Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance

Purchase: AmazonBarnes & NobleKoboiBooks

Some doors were never meant to be opened…

I made a fateful mistake. I should never have peeked behind the doors into his forbidden world.

But I did, and now I’m a prisoner. Trapped by the man I thought I loved. The man I once foolishly trusted. The man who, despite his lies and deception, I continue to crave.

He can melt my resolve with one rough, whispered demand, and I feel myself giving in to the desire he still stirs inside me. And yet, if I want to survive, I must find a way to escape. Because if I don’t, I’m afraid I’ll be consumed by a shadowy world that will ultimately destroy me.

Lost forever in his wicked House of Sin…

REVIEW  ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

This is the second book of The House of Sin series. You have to read the first book Forbidden

Deceived is well titled for this book. We kind of start back where we were in the last book. Natalie is waking up from being drugged and is trying to figure out what the heck Luc has done to her. Needless to say, she is not at all happy when she finds out what has happened while she was out.

Luc has done some things he is not happy to have done to keep Natalie alive and hopefully safe from his family. He is doing everything he can to make her submissive to him and the families. But he soon learns that she never will be that way. These two have to come to terms with their new lives and become a team or they will both die.

This book is full of emotions, betrayal, friendship, broken promises, and love. Man, I loved it. This is one of those books where you are so afraid to read it because you have no idea where you will end up. And when you start reading it you can not put it down. I voluntarily read an advanced reader copy for my honest review. I am so excited to read the next book!

About Elisabeth Naughton

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Before topping multiple bestseller lists—including those of the New York Times, USA Today, and the Wall Street Journal—award winning author Elisabeth Naughton taught middle school science. A voracious reader, she soon discovered she had a knack for creating stories with a chemistry of their own. The spark turned into a flame, and Elisabeth now writes full-time.

Elisabeth has penned over thirty books and continues to write in multiple genres. Her books have been translated into numerous languages and have earned several award nominations, including three prestigious RITA® nominations from Romance Writers of America. In 2017, REPRESSED, the first book in her Deadly Secrets series, won the RITA® for best romantic suspense.

Her work has been praised by the Chicago Tribune as being filled with “deadly intrigue, high adrenaline action, and scorchingly hot passion.” Kirkus calls her “a writer talented enough at weaving a yarn to get her readers ensnared in it.” When not dreaming up new stories, Elisabeth can be found spending time with her husband and three children in their western Oregon home, wrangling two needy cats, or chasing after one very rambunctious Dalmatian.

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