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American King by Sierra Simone Release Blitz





Enthralling and drop dead gasp-worthy.

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American King, the stunning conclusion to The New Camelot Trilogy by Sierra Simone is LIVE!!







They say that every tragic hero has a fatal flaw, a secret sin, a tiny stitch sewn into his future since birth. And here I am. My sins are no longer secret. My flaws have never been more fatal. And I’ve never been closer to tragedy than I am now.

I am a man who loves, a man whose love demands much in return. I am a king, a king who was foolish enough to build a kingdom on the bones of the past. I am a husband and a lover and a soldier and a father and a president.

And I will survive this.

Long live the king.






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Kidnapped By The Pirate by Keira Andrews Release Blitz









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Length: 85,000 words
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Will a virgin captive surrender to this pirate’s sinful touch?

Nathaniel Bainbridge is used to hiding, whether it’s concealing his struggles with reading or his forbidden desire for men. Under the thumb of his controlling father, the governor of Primrose Isle, he’s sailing to the fledging colony, where he’ll surrender to a respectable marriage for his family’s financial gain. Then pirates strike and he’s kidnapped for ransom by the Sea Hawk, a legendary villain of the New World.

Bitter and jaded, Hawk harbors futile dreams of leaving the sea for a quiet life, but men like him don’t deserve peace. He has a score to settle with Nathaniel’s father—the very man whose treachery forced him into piracy—and he’s sure Nathaniel is just as contemptible.

Yet as days pass in close quarters, Nathaniel’s feisty spirit and alluring innocence beguile and bewitch. Although Hawk knows he must keep his distance, the desire to teach Nathaniel the pleasure men can share grows uncontrollable. It’s not as though Hawk would ever feel anything for him besides lust…

Nathaniel realizes the fearsome Sea Hawk’s reputation is largely invented, and he sees the lonely man beneath the myth, willingly surrendering to his captor body and soul. As a pirate’s prisoner, he is finally free to be his true self. The crew has been promised the ransom Nathaniel will bring, yet as danger mounts and the time nears to give him up, Hawk’s biggest battle could be with his own heart.





1710 If pirates were to be the bloody, savage end of Nathaniel Bainbridge, he wished they’d get on with it.

The windswept deck was damp beneath his bare feet, prompting thoughts of the dewy grass of home. What he wouldn’t give for the freedom to run across the fields of Hollington Estate, wind rushing in his ears over the steady thump of his heart, the world falling away in his wake.

Instead he was confined by an endless, restless sea taunting him with its wildness. In England, he’d heard countless tales of villainous pirates and their dastardly deeds. People spoke as if the ocean teemed with the brigands, but the voyage had been mile after mile of…nothing.

Nathaniel shook his head at his foolishness. Not that he actually wanted pirates to attack their ship and massacre them. If only he could move, he would keep boredom at bay.

He gripped the railing, longing for dirt beneath his nails, scratches on his palms from tree bark as he climbed and explored, wonderfully aching muscles from hours in the lake. If he could only run a simple mile. Hardly any distance at all, but trapped on the ship, that much clear land would be a marvel.

He wiped sea spray from his eyes. If only the ability to run and jump and swim was worth anything at all in his world instead of being childish folly he was supposed to have outgrown. Men did not climb trees or swim for hours, and certainly they didn’t run for the sheer pleasure of it the way he had at Hollington.

Of course, the estate wasn’t theirs anymore, sold off to pay debts, so even if he made his way back to Kent one day, he would never return to those rolling hills. Its verdant trees and round, tranquil lake would now be home to another family.

No, for the foreseeable future, home would be Primrose Isle, a new colony his father desperately wanted to see flourish. Walter Bainbridge had found his fortunes in England not the least bit fortunate, and as a governor in the New World had the thing he loved most dearly: power.

Nathaniel’s future bride waited there. Elizabeth Davenport stood to inherit quite a fortune, and for the colony—and Walter—to thrive, alliances had to be made. So Nathaniel would do the only useful thing he could and marry.

He brushed a fresh spray of briny seawater from his face as he stared out at the endless night, keeping a firm hold on the rail. His untucked shirt flapped in the breeze, the lower fastenings on his breeches unbuckled under his knees.

In the dark, there was no one to comment on his state of undress, and he supposed the crew didn’t care a whit anyway. His trimmed hair curled at the ends in the dampness, and he tucked a lock behind his ear. It had been his little act of rebellion to cut it much shorter than most gentlemen. He certainly wouldn’t be wearing dreaded wigs, either, if he could help it.

Clouds conspired to hide the stars and razor-thin crescent of moon. He shivered in the late September night’s chill; he really should have worn his hated shoes and jacket.

At least the wind was no longer the bitter cold of the mid-Atlantic as they neared the West Indies. He shifted back and forth on his feet, lifting them like a racehorse stamping at the starting line.

The Proud William was fairly large, a merchant ship carrying a cargo of salt fish and forged metal tools to the colonies. But when he’d attempted even a light trot around the main deck, the crew had reacted with consternation at best, hostility at worst.

Running was his very favorite activity and the thing he excelled at most in life—much to his father’s disgust. Swimming in the lake in summertime, cutting through the placid water with sure, even strokes, was a joy as well.

To be surrounded now by endless water but unable to dive in and soothe his cramped muscles was the worst torture. He’d asked the captain if he could at least climb the mast or sail rigging and had been flatly refused.

So he stood by the starboard rail and sometimes paced, careful to stay out of the crew’s way. At least he had been told their progress was swift, and that after a month’s voyage—thirty-one days and some thirteen hours since they left England, to be exact—they would reach the island in a fortnight if the wind held.

He was informed that some ships took several months to reach the colonies. Ships could leave London the same day and arrive weeks or more apart. Such was the way of the sea.

Staring out at the nothingness, he stopped his restless shifting and squinted. The weak sliver of moon had valiantly escaped the clouds for a moment, and Nathaniel thought he spotted a strange kind of movement. The night took on shape before becoming uniform once more.

Perhaps it had been a great ocean creature surfacing—a whale or giant squid, or some kind of mysterious monster.

He chuckled. Earlier that evening, Susanna had read aloud fables from one of the old leather-bound tomes they’d brought from home, and his imagination was clearly running wild.

She’d always been the far more indulgent of his two older sisters, and he knew she’d packed books he’d favor, although she certainly had a taste for adventurous tales rather than the sentimental stories ladies were supposed to read. They’d both enjoyed the diary of a naval captain who’d served on several ships of the line and described life aboard in vivid detail.

Although the cabin Nathaniel and Susanna shared was tiny, at least they had privacy. He really should rejoin her in their cabin to sleep and end another interminable day, but the walls closed in on him, and it felt like a prison. Susanna’s thunderous snores didn’t help matters, but he couldn’t begrudge her anything.

For the hundredth time, he wondered what his life on Primrose Isle would be like. The colony was only a few years old, and there had been whispers of struggles with agriculture and trade, rumors of corruption and settlers packing up already.

He’d be forced to work for his father or at some other respectable job procured for him, like Susanna’s husband, Bart. Handsome Bart was thirty and penniless, but of good breeding and an agreeable disposition. He and Susanna had insisted on each other, waiting several years until both their fathers gave in and agreed to the match.

Bart seemed happy enough to do Father’s bidding, including leaving early for Primrose Isle some months ago, not knowing at the time Susanna was with child. When Walter Bainbridge made a demand, it was met. Sometimes Nathaniel marveled that a man he had rarely seen since childhood could loom so large.

Susanna and Bart had hated to be parted, but she was needed to oversee the packing up of the estate and auction of the more valuable items. Certainly it couldn’t have been left to Nathaniel, who wouldn’t have known where to begin given he’d spent as much time outside away from the ornate house as he could.

Nathaniel had considered refusing when he and Susanna were summoned. But what would he do? Where would he live? His marriage to Elizabeth had been agreed upon by their fathers, and should he fail in his duty, Walter would disown him. He’d have nothing, not even a roof over his head.

Bile rose in his throat. No, that would not do. So onward to Primrose Isle he went, to marry as his father saw fit. All he knew of Elizabeth Davenport was that she’d lived with her wealthy family for some years in Jamaica before her father joined forces with Walter to establish a shipping company on Primrose.

Well, he also knew her writing was unfailingly neat, and from Susanna’s recounting of the letter, that Elizabeth enjoyed needlework and greatly looked forward to sharing her life with him.

He’d received her letter just before leaving England and had burned it in the grate in his room. At least the voyage was a worthy excuse for not responding. And as much as he’d wished to stay in England, he couldn’t allow dear Susanna to sail the perilous Atlantic alone.

Although with how smooth their journey had been, completely lacking in beasts of the deep or even a gale of note, he apparently hadn’t needed to fret. Still, it was done.

He’d accepted years ago that he was feeble-minded, and although he knew he should be grateful for the opportunity to hold a position of at least some stature on the new colony, he dreaded the notion of truly being under his father’s thumb once more.

It had been blissful having his father overseas for years. He supposed he should feel remorse for such churlish thoughts, but there was so much else to consume his stores of guilt.

So much else indeed.

He turned away from the rail, resigning himself to another long night in the swaying hammock. Susanna was of course sleeping in the cot in the only cabin their father could afford now that he’d squandered so much money.

The cry from above pierced the night, and Nathaniel jumped a mile.


In the flurry of activity and shouts, he pressed himself to the ship’s side as the crew emerged from the hull like ants. Nathaniel squinted into the darkness, turning to and fro and seeing nothing.

Then he spotted it—the hulk of a ship emerging from the night, not a single light flickering upon it, drawn to The Proud William like a moth to flame. With a sickening twist of his stomach, he realized he had indeed spotted a monster, and it was upon them.

He raced down to the cabin, bursting inside. Chestnut curls unpinned and tumbling over her shoulders, Susanna bolted up on the cot, her book thudding to the floor. One hand pressed to her round belly, she cried out, “What is it?”

“I think it’s pirates.” He could hardly believe the words as he uttered them. Had he wished them into existence by grumbling over boredom? Oh, what a fool he was.

The blood drained from Susanna’s sweet, round face. “Pirates?”

“I don’t know what else it could be.” He threw open a trunk and dug for his sheathed dagger, cursing himself for not raising the alarm sooner. His mind raced, thoughts jumbled as he grasped the hilt of the weapon and tossed the leather scabbard aside.

The thunder of the crew’s footsteps shook the ceiling, dust motes shaking loose and shouts filling the air. Susanna looked down at her nightgown, despairing.

“There’s no time for petticoats or any of that nonsense.” She threw her flowing green gown over her head, her voice muffled by it. “My God, it really is pirates, isn’t it? Oh, I think I’m stuck.”

Nathaniel helped tug the material down over her swollen belly. She emerged from the folds of soft fabric and peered up at the ceiling, as if she could see through the hull. Footsteps scuffled and thumps reverberated, tense voices shouting commands too distant to make out clearly.

Susanna whispered, “No gunshots. Must be too many. The crew isn’t fighting them. Help me pin this shut.” She had stopped wearing her corset, adopting what was apparently a new French style while she was with child.

After he’d pinned the material enough that the robe-like gown would stay put, drawing a prick of blood from his fingertip in his haste, Nathaniel yanked on his stockings and refastened his breeches below his knees before jamming his feet into his buckled shoes. He wouldn’t face these brigands in a state of undress.

He tucked the dagger into the back of his trousers and whipped on his sleeveless waistcoat, fingers clumsy on the buttons. But there was no time for his cravat or jacket. Raised voices already echoed down the corridor. He spun about, belatedly hoping to find something to bar the door.

Susanna had apparently had the same thought. “The trunks aren’t heavy enough. Besides, it will only anger them. It’s no use.”

“Get behind me.” He urged her to the back of the cabin, which was barely wider than the breadth of one’s outstretched arms.

“Be sure to mind your tongue,” she said. “You know how thoughts can sometimes go right from your head and out your mouth without pausing for assessment.”

He huffed. “What exactly do you think I’m going to say to pirates?”

“Shh!” She slapped his shoulder. They waited, listening.

More pounding footsteps, and shouts that possessed an undeniably feral quality. The hair on Nathaniel’s body stood on end, his mouth going dry. Perhaps the pirates would pass them by. Perhaps they’d plunder the cargo and be done with it. Perhaps—

The door burst open, almost flying off its hinges, and Nathaniel barely held in his yelp. His heart drummed so loudly he was certain the two invaders could hear. One of them brushed matted hair from his eyes. They both wore ripped and stained trousers as baggy as their shirts, and their boots were worn out.

The long-haired man’s beady gaze raked them up and down, and he asked his squat companion, “You ever fuck a bitch with pup?”

Nathaniel’s stomach swooped. How do they know? Susanna was hidden behind him. He lifted his chin, forcing strength to his words. “You shan’t lay so much as one filthy finger on my sister.”

Ignoring him, the squat man leered, baring snaggled, yellow teeth. He answered his friend’s question. “Good and juicy, I tell you.”

Behind him, Susanna dug her fingers into Nathaniel’s shoulder. Heart in his throat, he yanked the dagger from the waist of his breeches, brandishing it toward the pirates. “Stay back!”

The two blinked at Nathaniel, then each other, before bursting into raucous laughter. The long-haired man said, “Oh no, we’re done for, Deeks!”

Heavy footfalls sounded in the corridor, brazen and commanding. Spines snapping straight, the pirates stepped aside as a man filled the doorway, shoulders almost brushing the frame. He was tall enough to duck slightly as he entered, and his sharp gaze swept the cabin, which had never seemed quite so small.

He wore black from head to gold-tipped toes—open-collared shirt, trousers tucked into knee-high boots, and a long leather coat that flared out behind him. A pistol was tucked into his wide belt, and a cutlass winked from his hip. Gold gleamed on the belt buckle, matching the small square earring in his left ear, rings on his fingers, and the tips of those black boots.

The ends of a red sash dangled over his hip, the only splash of color aside from the gold. He had to be twice Nathaniel’s age, his face weather-worn, a scar jagging across his left temple. His dark hair was cut fairly close to his head, a surprise since Nathaniel had expected all pirates to have long, unruly hair like the animals they were.

His trimmed beard shadowed his strong jaw. In the low light, the color of his narrowed eyes was impossible to ascertain, but Nathaniel imagined they must be as black as the pirate’s soul.

He might have been the very devil himself.

Nathaniel’s palm sweated around the handle of the dagger, and he hated the tremors in his outstretched arm. His throat was painfully dry, and he croaked, “We—we don’t have anything of value. No gold or jewels worth your effort.”

Susanna added, “Even my wedding ring is plated.”

Tully, one of the Proud William’s young crew, had entered the cabin. The man—the pirate captain, undoubtedly—glanced to him. Tully nodded. “’Tis true. Only clothin’ and trinkets in their trunks.” He sniffed dismissively, tossing his reddish hair. “Nothin’ hidden anywhere in here we could find since we left London.”

Nathaniel had thought better of the crew, but saw now how naïve he’d been. It must have been Tully who had informed the pirates that Susanna was with child. “What a coward you are, Tully.”

He snorted. “As soon as I got a good look at the flag, I knew we were done for. Everyone knows the Sea Hawk will gut you from stem to stern once you’re in his talons. I ain’t dying for cargo I don’t give a fuck about and a captain who treats us like garbage.”

“Your destination is Primrose Isle?” The pirate—this Sea Hawk—demanded, his tone low and calm.

“Yes,” Nathaniel answered. “It’s a new colony.”

Tully nodded. “Her husband’s there. We’re to drop them off with their father. The old man’s the guvnor or some such thing.”

At this, the Sea Hawk seemed to jolt, but a moment later the ripple had vanished and he was still again, fearsome and dispassionate. Nathaniel thought he must have imagined the hiccup.

Yet a gleam entered the captain’s devilish eyes, and dread slithered through Nathaniel. The Sea Hawk loomed nearer and demanded, in the same deliberate but undeniable manner, “Your name, boy.”

Heart hammering, all he could manage was, “Uh…”

“This one’s called Bainbridge,” Tully offered.

“Bainbridge,” the captain repeated, barely a whisper now. “As in Walter Bainbridge?”

Fingers going numb around the dagger, Nathaniel nodded. He’d have bruises where Susanna clung to him, her sharp exhalations ghosting over the nape of his neck. There was no sense denying it. “Our father.”

“You’re the son Walter Bainbridge killed his wife to achieve?” The captain’s focus sent chills down Nathaniel’s spine.

He couldn’t hide his wince, and had to nod. His mother had never even held him before the rest of her lifeblood drained away. Susanna had been but six, spying through the keyhole, and she’d confessed it all after Nathaniel’s endless badgering when he was a lad.

Strange how he could experience the aching, hollow absence of a touch he’d never had, even after eighteen years.

The captain’s eyes glinted. Good God, the man was enormous. Nathaniel was tall enough, five feet and seven inches or so, but this monster towered well over six feet. It was all Nathaniel could do to hold his ground and not stagger back against Susanna. The tip of his blade quivered mere inches from the villain’s black heart.

The Sea Hawk gazed down at them as though they were prey he was most eager to consume. “Your father is a liar. Corrupt. An evildoer in silk stockings and a curled wig.”

Nathaniel swallowed hard, hand shaking. Could he lunge and push the dagger into this vile man’s heart? Not that he had much love for his father, but who was a pirate to talk of evildoers?

The Sea Hawk’s eyes glowed with hatred. “Your father cheated me. He was tasked with justice, with fairness. Instead he conspired to steal from me. He branded me a pirate when I was a privateer.”

“Aren’t they the same thing?” Nathaniel blurted. As the Sea Hawk’s nostrils flared, Susanna dug her nails into Nathaniel’s shoulder.

“No, they fucking are not,” the pirate gritted out. “Privateers are licensed. Legal. Privateers follow rules. Laws. Just as your father was supposed to as a judge in the Court of Admiralty in Jamaica. Your father tried to strip me and my men of everything we’d worked and suffered for. We escaped him, but in the years that have followed, he has never paid the price.”

Dread consumed Nathaniel. His father’s greed and avarice would once again bring suffering. If not for Walter’s mounting debts, Nathaniel and Susanna would still be safe at home, waiting until she had her babe before making the journey. Hollington wouldn’t have had to be sold at all, and now they faced God knew what at the mercy of pirates.

Oh Lord. Please spare Susanna and her child!

Bile rose in his throat at the thought of any harm coming to his sister, terror clammy on his skin. Sweat slipped down Nathaniel’s spine. “I…” He racked his brain for something—anything—to say, some means of escape. His dagger shook, and he licked his dry lips. “I’m sorry.” He had to fix this.

A slow, ghastly smile curled the devil’s lips. “You will be.”



Author Bio

After writing for years yet never really finding the right inspiration, Keira discovered her voice in gay romance, which has become a passion. She writes contemporary, historical, fantasy, and paranormal fiction and — although she loves delicious angst along the way — Keira firmly believes in happy endings. 
For as Oscar Wilde once said:

“The good ended happily, and the bad unhappily. That is what fiction means.”




Cuffed by K. Bromberg Review Blitz




From the New York Times bestselling author, K. Bromberg, comes a new series about three brothers, the job that calls them, and the women who challenge them.

“I hate you. I never want to see you again.”

Grant Malone is not the reason I moved back to Sunnyville—at least that’s what I tell myself. Yet, those parting words I said to him back in third grade, ring in my ears every time a townsperson brings up one of the Malone boys. I thought time had healed my wounds. I was wrong. Nothing could have prepared me for how I felt when I finally saw him again.

Twenty years does a lot to turn a boy into a man. One who hits all my buttons—sexy, funny, attractive, and a police officer. But Grant is off limits because he knows too much about my past.

But I’m drawn to him. That damn uniform of his doesn’t hurt either. It’ll be my downfall. I know it.
What’s one night of sex going to hurt . . . right?

I’ve always loved Emmy Reeves.

That’s why I’m shocked to see her all these years later. The shy girl I once knew is all grown up.

Adventurous and full of life, she owns my heart now, just as much as she did back then. Convincing her of that is a whole different story.

I’ll give her the one night she asks for—like that’s a hardship—but when it comes to letting her walk away after, she has another thing coming. There’s no way in hell I’m letting her go this time without a fight.






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What a ride!!!! OMG! This book had it all!!!! Loved the banter, loved the chemistry, loved the characters, loved the plot, loved loved loved everything about this book.   The author did a fantastic job with this one. She touched on a sensitive subject in this book and did it with class.


The chemistry and banter between the two main characters, Grant and Emmy was perfect and sometimes it was off the charts HOT! I was able to connect with both of them and my heart ached for Emmy. She went through a tragic thing as a child and even though she had trust issues she did ok.


Loved Grant. He was hot and sexy and so funny. I loved his relationships with his two brothers and really hope the author plans of writing their stories too. I would love to read more about this punch.


This book had me hooked and I loved that there was a lot going on. It seemed like you had several issues to work threw in this book and that not only kept it interesting but also had me flying through the pages to see what was going to happen next.  This book was so much more than your typical second-chance romance. It was full of twist and things I never would of expected.  It is a story of a boy and a girl, heartache and the chance to fix the things that went wrong but also learn about trust, forgiveness and acceptance. If I had to pick one of my favorite parts of this story it would have to be the CVS part. I was laughing out load while reading that part.


  “Tell you what, Em, if it’s such an emergency that you were willing to risk life and limb to get there, I thing I should give you a police escort.”No! That’s ok! “Lights and sirens. The whole shebang all the way to ….CVS, or is Rite Aid? Which store has the brand you prefer?”


If you are looking for a book that will have you laughing out loud one chapter and crying the next and have you sitting on the edge of your seat hoping things turn out the way you want than look no further. Cuffed is the book you need to read.







HeadShot ColorNew York Times Bestselling author K. Bromberg writes contemporary novels that contain a mixture of sweet, emotional, a whole lot of sexy, and a little bit of real. She likes to write strong heroines, and damaged heroes who we love to hate and hate to love.

A mom of three, she plots her novels in between school runs and soccer practices, more often than not with her laptop in tow.

Since publishing her first book in 2013, K. has sold over one million copies of her books and has landed on the New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal Bestsellers lists over twenty-five times.

In April, she’ll release The Player, the first in a two-book sports romance series (The Catch, book 2, will be released late June), with many more already outlined and ready to be written.

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Carry Me Homeby Jessica Therrien Blog Tour, Review & Giveaway



Carry Me Home
Jessica Therrien
Published by: Acorn Publishing
Publication date: September 26th 2017
Genres: Contemporary, Thriller, Young Adult

“A riveting page-turner… Jessica Therrien broke my heart into a million pieces — and then put it back together again. This book will haunt and uplift readers long after they turn the last page.”
-KAT ROSS, best-selling author of The Midnight Sea

CARRY ME HOME is a fictional novel inspired by the true story of a teenage girl’s involvement in several Mexican gangs in San Jose and Los Angeles. The members of her crew call her, Guera, Spanish for “white girl” and it doesn’t take long for her to get lost in their world of guns and drugs.

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Lucy and Ruth are country girls from a broken home. When they move to the city with their mother, leaving behind their family ranch and dead-beat father, Lucy unravels.

They run to their grandparents’ place, a trailer park mobile home in the barrio of San Jose. Lucy’s barrio friends have changed since her last visit. They’ve joined a gang called VC. They teach her to fight, to shank, to beat a person unconscious and play with guns. When things get too heavy, and lives are at stake, the three girls head for LA seeking a better life.

But trouble always follows Lucy. She befriends the wrong people, members of another gang, and every bad choice she makes drags the family into her dangerous world.

Told from three points of view, the story follows Lucy down the rabbit hole, along with her mother and sister as they sacrifice dreams and happiness, friendships and futures. Love is waiting for all of them in LA, but pursuing a life without Lucy could mean losing her forever.

Ultimately it’s their bond with each other that holds them together, in a true test of love, loss and survival.




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Upon reading the synopsis of this book I was completely intrigued and couldn’t wait to get my hands on the story inside.  Unfortunately for me I don’t know if it was the fact there were 3 POV’s or if it was the amount of violence and reality in the book I never found myself completely attached to the story or characters.   I will say I feel this could just be a case of you are either going to love it or not type book.

The first half of this book I felt was stronger with the plot and story line, it is the second half that lost me and left me feeling rushed and confusion.  This story seems to jump and leave with you with questions and flipping back to see if you missed something.  The story line itself is very strong and I think I would have almost enjoyed this story more if it was broken into three books based on Lucy, Ruth and their mother.  I feel each had a strong story to tell and putting them into one book shorten their story and made them less relatable to certain readers.   What I have to praise is Jessica Therrien and how she nailed the gang life and the bond behind it.  The picture she painted is one that comes across as more real life experience than a story being told, for that alone I would love to give her 5 stars but the character disconnect in the second half leaves me at a solid 3.




Author Bio

Jessica Therrien is the author of the young adult series Children of the Gods. Book one in the series, Oppression, became a Barnes & Noble best-seller shortly after its release. Her trilogy has been translated and sold through major publishers around the world, such as Editions AdA (Canada), EditionsMilan (France), and SharpPoint Press (China).

Aside from her Children of the Gods series, Jessica is the author of a kid’s picture book called, The Loneliest Whale. Her award-winning stories can also be found in a published anthology of flash fiction.

Jessica currently lives in Irvine with her husband and two young sons. She is working on an a YA suspense thriller series and a middle grade fantasy series.

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Most of All You by Mia Sheridan Release Blitz, Review & Giveaway




Most of All You


MOST OF ALL YOU by Mia Sheridan

On sale: October 17, 2017 | Forever | Trade Paperback: $14.99 | eBook: $4.99




“Heartbreaking…inspiring, uplifting and raw…” ― RT Book Reviews, A 5-star Gold Pick


A broken woman . . .


Crystal learned long ago that love brings only pain. Feeling nothing at all is far better than being hurt again. She guards her wounded heart behind a hard exterior and carries within her a deep mistrust of men, who, in her experience, have only ever used and taken.


A man in need of help . . .


Then Gabriel Dalton walks into her life. Despite the terrible darkness of his past, there’s an undeniable goodness in him. And even though she knows the cost, Crystal finds herself drawn to Gabriel. His quiet strength is wearing down her defenses and his gentle patience is causing her to question everything she thought she knew.


Only love can mend a shattered heart . . .


Crystal and Gabriel never imagined that the world, which had stolen everything from them, would bring them a deep love like this. Except fate will only take them so far, and now the choice is theirs: Harden their hearts once again or find the courage to shed their painful pasts.











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Boy, was this book a struggle!! Shocks me to type it out, too. I thought I was in for another amazing read from this talented author. I was soooo ready for the goods. 

Give me the goods!!!! 

The struggle was real. 

Struggle to keep reading. 

Struggle to stop asking why. 

Struggle to stop looking at how much I had left.  

It started out with a rush of very important information giving me a heavy feeling without a natural flow of layered heaviness.  I kept thinking if this is the start hold on to my britches because it was going to climb after all their history. But there wasn’t much left to unravel. All truly important information had been shared. 

Why the open gates on so much historicalness from the two main characters? Why not use that to hook me?No slow peel to get aquatinted?? Struggle. 

‘He’d asked for my name, but felt like he was requesting my soul.’ 

Long before I hit the halfway mark Gabriel was all in. There was such a tug on his part to be around Crystal. To help her. To rescue her. He needed her because she was the only person to help his past get buried. He begged too much internally for her to just see him. To need him. To open herself to him. 

This never ventured more than superficial for me. I didn’t believe them. It was the same basis as many other reads. Messed up past, only expects a messed up future. Then one day everything is rainbows because he or she walked in the room…..  Crystal was so hard core so when Gabriel broke through(to easily) it became the other side. 

‘And suddenly I realized my desire to love her was bigger, more powerful than my fear. It wasn’t practice I’d needed. It was love. Filling my heart so full there was no room for anything else. 

Leaned my head back staring up at the clear autumn sky, praying my love would be enough for both of us.’

I really didn’t want to write this review. I waited until the very last minute because I have ready all Mia’s other books and have just dived in and treasured them all. So I don’t want to be a reader that admits I didn’t quite get this story. 






Mia Sheridan is a New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal Bestselling author. Her passion is weaving true love stories about people destined to be together. Mia lives in Cincinnati, Ohio with her husband. They have four children here on earth and one in heaven.




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The Boy Who Fell to Earth by A. Zukowski ** Josie’s Review **




Jay Palmer is two months away from his sixteenth birthday. He doesn’t realise how his life will be changed forever when a gang of thugs leaves a badly injured boy on his doorstep. The biracial boy and his white single mum Maggie nurse the stranger, sixteen-year-old Aleksander Zukowski, also known as Sasha. Sasha ran away from care two and half years ago. He sleeps rough, is addicted to drugs and sells himself on the streets of London to fund his habit. For the first time in his life, he has a reason to change.

Sasha confirms what Jay already knows about himself but it doesn’t make it easy for him to come out to his macho mates in a largely black neighbourhood. Sasha has an uphill struggle to stay clean when his past threatens to throw him back into the abyss. Are the two boys strong enough to stay together against all odds?






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Leyton, London.

       It happened when Mum and I were having dinner in the front room. Well, if you grew up in a poor, single-parent family in fucking East London, you were lucky to have a sitting room separate from your bedroom. Mum always said that the flat cost her half her salary, so “don’t you complain”. I didn’t. I had a box room with a single bed, and I could never fault my mum’s ability to feed me. After all, I was not even sixteen and nearly six feet tall and I ate like an elephant all the time which was down to my father’s genes, apparently. My mum should have hated the way I reminded her of my dad because he walked out on her when I was only five, but she didn’t.

        Anyway, this night we were in the sitting room with our dinner hot on the table. It was only October, but the sky had darkened since the late afternoon. A loud squeak cut through the thick blackness outside. Mum and I looked at one another, as we sat and listened.

        We could hear a car stop; tires skidded across the road right in front of our place. Car doors opening and the voices indicated two or three men got out from the car and threw something heavy onto our front lawn. They shouted incomprehensibly to each other and got back in the car, slamming the doors with loud bangs. I called it our “lawn”, but it was a patch of grass that was basically part of the pavement. People dumped all kinds of crap there all the time. The car sped off, its tyres screeching with the friction.

        “What the fuck!” I stood up to look out, expecting to see fly tipping in our front garden again. The bastards.

        “Language!” Mum never failed to remind me.

         Living in our part of London, we should keep our nose out of other people’s business. But, now that the men had gone, I wasn’t afraid to go and investigate. I lifted the curtains and peered into the dark, my breath instantly misting up the window. I assumed they had left a bag of rubbish, a piece of old furniture, or something like that, but they hadn’t. I screwed up my eyes to see in the dusk, to make out the shape of the thing on the lawn, and my heart pounded. Arms and thighs shimmered oddly white in the night.

        “Shit, Mum. There’s someone out there. They dumped a body.” Perhaps I grew up watching too many crime and detective dramas. My mum loved them. But I was sure I wasn’t imagining things. Around our part of London it was entirely possible it was a dead man.

          “A body?” Mum was a nurse which was a good thing because she sounded curious rather than scared or panicky.

         I ran out first. The man—well, he was a boy about the same age as me—lay on his side, his legs drawn up. My heart thumped when I saw that his trousers were down just below his knees; his bare arse was bloody and his balls were black, as though someone had literally kicked his nuts. The rest of him was the same, black and blue everywhere; his face was covered in blood. In the pale, yellowy lamplight he looked dead. I could make out he was pale skinned and his hair colour was light, probably blond. My eyes were drawn back to his limp penis. I couldn’t help it. I wasn’t frightened or disgusted. Instead I was fascinated by the stranger as if the scene put a spell on me.

         My mum had come out by then and stood next to me, watching with wariness. I could sense her concern vibrating in the air as she came closer and stooped to inspect the boy. She touched the side of his neck. “He’s alive, just.”

        Thank fuck for the nursing profession. I added silent thanks for my mother’s presence. My mum and I were solid. It’d been the two of us forever, so I didn’t have any choice but to be part of the team.

         She drew the boy’s trousers back up as gently and carefully as she could. Okay, yes. Give him some dignity.

        “Come on, we’d better bring him in and call an ambulance. Don’t want him to freeze to death out here.”

       Together we lifted him up. I didn’t expect him to be so heavy. As his body uncoiled, I realised he was probably as tall as me, though his arms and legs were very skinny. He wore only a short-sleeved T-shirt in the wintry frost. His skin was freezing like we were carrying a bag of ice. Awkwardly, we lugged him through the front door and into our warm livingroom.

        We put him down on the couch, and I got a better look at him now. His hair was a bit long, messy and dirty, but it was ash-blond, and his eyelashes were so long they formed halfmoons over his eyes. Well, his eyes were both black and swollen, but I could still make out the pale lashes. His thin arms had puncture marks on them and they were just as bruised as the rest of him. I felt angry with the men who had done this to the boy. Who were they? How could they beat him so badly? What could he have done to deserve this? I didn’t even know why, but I was sure he was a nice guy and he was only my age, so how come these people were so cruel to him?

         I turned to see that Mum was examining him, too, but for a different purpose, her eyes running over every bruise and mark on his body. She lifted his left hand. One of the fingers looked bent.

         “Jay, we’ll have to call an ambulance and the police.” She shook her head.

          “Really? We don’t even know who he is and what happened,” I reasoned. I had my fair share of troubles at school, but I’d never experienced anything this bad. If he was a friend, I wouldn’t like the police involved without knowing more. Even though Mum was white, my dad was Jamaican and I grew up with the black kids in the area and my schoolmates were almost all black, so I didn’t have a particularly strong trust in the police. Despite the fact that I’d just met the boy, I knew he was in trouble and I wanted to protect him.







I’m so glad I took the opportunity to read this book. I’m not familiar with this authors work however I’m definitely a fan. She wrote an amazing and emotional book.  This book deals with topics, such as drug use, addiction, prostitution, finding yourself and acceptance.


We follow Jay and Sasha through a very heartbreaking journey. One that had me glued to my Kindle.  Jay and Sasha meet after a violent event be fell Sasha.  With the help of Jay’s mother they both care for Sasha.


Sasha and Jay develop a bond and Jay is finally able to admit out loud that he his gay.  I loved Jay’s character,  he was caring, trusting and curious.  Sasha has  a rough life one that bought tears to my eyes.  I love that even though they live two completely different life styles they form a bond and love that blends into one.


Sasha is a product of his environment. He is broken, untrusting and self conscious.  While Jay and his mother opened their hearts and home to him, he feels unworthy and inadequate.  He wants so much to do the right thing but in order to survive he gets caught up with numbing his pain and doing dark things to score his next high.


 I was an emotional mess watching Sasha spiral out of control.  Jay and Sasha not only find themselves through out this painful and heart breaking journey, they also get a second chance at life.


I loved this story, it was about unconditional love and how when you find that person there is nothing that can stand in the way.  I was able to get lost in this story, even though at times certain scenes made cringe.  That’s the thing with really good writing,  you get lost and actually find yourself reliving the same things as the characters and this author did that in spades.  This is a very moving and emotional story which I highly recommend.



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I am a London-based British writer who grew up in the gay village and red light district of Manchester.

I was trained in screenwriting at the University of the Arts London; National Film & Television School and Script Factory, UK. I worked as a film journalist, wrote and produced short films.

I create strong characters and make them heroes in authentic settings and unexpected scenarios.


Deacon’s Law (Heroes #3) by R.J. Scott Release Blitz & Giveaway








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How can you trust the man who tried to kill you?

Undercover cop Deacon Shepherd lost everything trying to maintain his cover – the man he loved and the future he craved. He walked away and never looked back because it was the only way to keep Rafael alive.

The last thing he needs is to be dragged back in that world, but an attempt on Rafael’s life is enough to make him risk his heart again.

Rafael ‘Rafe’ Ramirez wakes up in the hospital, the victim of a hit and run. He’s horrified when the first face he sees is that of the man who betrayed him and left him for dead three years before. Witness protection had stripped Rafe of his family and friends, and now it seems his sacrifice to bring his Uncle to justice was for nothing.

Someone wants Rafe dead, and the only way he can stay alive is to go with the murdering drug dealer who broke his heart. But how can he ever trust Deacon, and how can Deacon protect Rafe without falling in love all over again?








Rafe opened his eyes, attempting to focus on the ceiling above him. He tried to lift his hand, but it felt as if there was lead in his veins, everything heavy and he couldn’t move. They’d told him he was getting better, so what the hell had happened? Had he relapsed? Why was he convinced that they’d taken him somewhere in an ambulance? That he’d leaned against a leather jacket that smelled of sunshine and soap? He blinked until the ceiling finally coalesced into the tiles he was familiar with.

Only there were no tiles.

Instead, the ceiling was a smooth white, and there were no strip lights, just a lampshade in a curious shade of blue. He blinked again. This didn’t make sense.

But when he opened his eyes, nothing had changed. The ceiling was still white, the lampshade blue, and the drapes at the window matched the shade. The drapes. There were drapes at the window. Confusion morphed into panic and he turned his head to the right to get a better feel for where he was and he saw…him.

Sprawled awkwardly in the chair, his head back, long limbs this way and that, clearly too big for the chair, was a specter from a past that wouldn’t leave him alone.


Intense fear sliced into Rafe.

They’d found him, had him strapped to a bed…was it Deacon who’d tracked him down and driven a car at him? He was paralyzed with a fear that made it hard to breathe, and he yanked at his hand, hoping to escape his restraints, only he wasn’t tied down, there was no rope. Instead his hand came up fast and he rolled sideways. Catching himself and coming off the bed, forgetting the fact that his leg was in a cast and toppling sideways, falling with a crash into a cabinet. He flailed but couldn’t stop himself falling, and he knew this was it – this time he was really going to die.

Deacon was up and at his side in an instant, and Rafe wanted to shut his eyes, wanted to block out seeing Deacon’s face again as he died, but he had to watch. He wanted Deacon to see his fear, and maybe that would stop him; maybe he could make Deacon stop and think.

“Shit, Rafe— Craig,” Deacon said, and reached for him, grasping his arms.

Terror became ice inside him, and Rafe stopped fighting; like a deer caught in headlights, he froze.

“What happened?” A second man stood in the doorway, someone Rafe didn’t know – tall, dark and dangerous-looking. Maybe this new arrival could stop Deacon?

“Help me,” Rafe forced out, looking past Deacon, scrambling to stand as the ice melted and he pushed himself to move.

“He woke up, saw me, and fell out of bed,” Deacon said, and the other man came right in. There were two of them, and there was little Rafe could do to get away. There and then, he screwed his eyes shut; nothing was going to save him now.

But there was no pain, no bullet. Instead, the two men helped him to stand, and then he felt the bed at the back of his thighs and they sat him down.

“Are you okay?” Deacon asked. Even with his eyes shut, Rafe recognized his voice. He would never forget the tone of it, or the coldness of the man who’d tried to kill him. He said nothing.

“Open your eyes,” the other man asked.


“Craig? Rafe? My name is Mac. We’re here to help you.”

But fear was choking him and he couldn’t breathe. “No,” he managed between attempts to inhale enough oxygen not to pass out.

“He’s panicking. What the hell did you do, D?”

“Tried to fucking kill him three years ago, remember?”

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RJ Scott is the bestselling romance author of over 100 romance books. She writes emotional stories of complicated characters, cowboys, millionaire, princes, and the men and women who get mixed up in their lives. RJ is known for writing books that always end with a happy ever after. She lives just outside London and spends every waking minute she isn’t with family either reading or writing.

The last time she had a week’s break from writing she didn’t like it one little bit, and she has yet to meet a bottle of wine she couldn’t defeat.

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Wicked Beginnings (Wicked Bay #1) By L A Cotton Blog Tour & Review




Wicked Beginnings (Wicked Bay #1)
The first book in a brand new YA/NA crossover series from the author who brought you Chastity Falls
Lo thought moving to Wicked Bay was the worst of her problems, but as life begins to unravel around her, she’s going to find out it’s only the beginning…





“Ugh. Do we have to go in there?” Macey groaned
pausing at the kitchen door.
“Let’s just get it over with.” I raked a hand over
my head just as my cell vibrated. Macey shot me as curious glare as I read the
incoming text.
“I need to take this,” I said flicking my head to
the door. “Go play nice.”
“Jerk,” she mumbled under her breath and
disappeared into the kitchen. My fingers flew across the screen, texting Luke
back. Message sent, I slipped the phone into my pocket.
Gentry collared me the second I joined them. “And this
giant here is Maverick.” His voice was cheery. Light.
What a fucking sham. He clapped me on the back and I
stiffened at the fake display for our new houseguests, his brother and niece.
My eyes landed on the man across the island. The resemblance to Gentry was
uncanny and although it was misdirected, I couldn’t help the flare of anger I
felt at the stranger. And then my gaze slid to his daughter … and fuck …
It couldn’t be.
It could—
I glanced over at Kyle and that motherfucker grinned.
It was her. The girl from the last summer. I remembered … my
body remembered.
Double fuck.
She was different somehow. I saw it as my eyes swept over
her. Long dark hair hanging around her face like a shield. Soft lips. Lips I’d
tasted. But it was her eyes. Guarded and wary, they held a darkness I wanted to
Gentry had warned me to stay away from his niece. Asked me
to play nice, but to leave babysitting duties to Kyle and Summer. What a
fucking irony. He couldn’t have known that I knew her—it was impossible. But
here she was standing in my kitchen. My house. Breathing the same air as me.
Gentry nudged me into action and I stuttered out, “hi,” as I
shirked him off and folded my arms over my chest, a storm of emotions rumbling
in my chest.
How the fuck had this happened?
Me and Stone were going to have serious words later.
Her eyes left mine, raking down my body. Looked like I
wasn’t the only one who remembered. Things just got a whole lot more
complicated. I’d planned to heed Gentry’s warning—to ignore the new girl. Even
if she was family.
A little bit of puke rushed up my throat and I swallowed it
down. She was family. My step cousin and I’d almost … but it was okay. We
hadn’t. And it wasn’t like we were blood-related. It was totally fine. If it
ever did come out—which I’d make sure it never did—it wasn’t like we knew what
we were to one another.
Her blatant appraisal of me continued and I raised an
eyebrow at her when she finally reached my face. The color drained from her
cheeks and she dropped her gaze. And damn if it didn’t sting. When she peeked
back up at me, I schooled my expression. I couldn’t let her see the effect she
was having on me. Not here. Not now.
Not ever, a voice whispered.
She was damaged, broken. She didn’t need me crashing into
her life. And I didn’t need her messing things up for me any more than they
already were. No. We’d just have to forget that night last summer ever
happened. But from the way she was trying not to look at me, and the way my
dick stirred in my shorts, I knew it wasn’t going to be that straightforward.
Gentry cleared his throat, breaking our stand-off. “Now
everyone’s present, I’d just like to say how happy we are to have you both
Her eyes flickered shut. She didn’t want to be here just as
much as I didn’t want her here. This was bad—for everyone. So even though I
remembered—even though I wanted to pick up where we left off all those months
ago—I had to force it down. To ignore it.
I had to stay the fuck away from Eloise Stone.
For all our sakes.











I am an LA Cotton fan so when I saw a new series coming out I said please, thank you and added it to my TBR! Of course she did not let me down with this bad boy.


Eloise (“Lo”) lost her mother and brother in an accident and slowly fell into a downward spiral. Her father decided it was time for a fresh start so they moved from England to California. For the time being they would be living with her uncle and his family until their new house was ready. She wasn’t exactly thrilled with the idea but she definitely wasn’t expecting two of her step-cousins to be so wicked. Never mind the fact that that one of them just so happens to be the boy she met when she visited Cali last summer. However, the other two are nice to her and she manages to make friends quickly. One boy in particular tends to want more than a friend’s status with her while another one completely gives her the creeps. Lo can also tell something is going on with her father as he’s barely around and when she finally finds out why…sheesh…how much can one girl take in such a short period of time?!


Maverick (“Rick”) is hot, dark and broody. Something has clearly made him that way but we don’t know what it is…yet. When he sees Lo again he acts as if: a. He doesn’t remember her or b. He doesn’t want to. Yet at the same time it’s clear as day he doesn’t want her to be with anyone else either. And when these two are put in the same room you cannot deny the attraction between them. Now whether he wants to entertain that or not is something you will have to find out. You can also tell something is going on with him and Lo’s uncle. Whenever they are near each other the tension is palpable. I know there will be more to this storyline and I can’t wait to delve into it.


So what happens when you throw a new girl into school who has the attention of a few boys and particularly the most popular boy in the school? Said boy who pretty much every girl in school wants especially one in particular. Oh and did I mention secrets? Yes secrets…secrets between friends…secrets in the family. Again I ask you…so what happens?! DRAMA! YES FOLKS DRAMA! LOTS OF IT! SQUEE! Can you tell I’m a fiend for it? Gimme, gimme, gimme!!


I sat down the other night and read this book from front to back. No breaks. You won’t want one either. But then there was an unfortunate truth. I was done! AND NOW I NEED MORE! I am so happy I was lucky enough to receive an ARC from this author however now I’m greedy and I want the next one ASAP! Like right now. STAT! Pronto. Arriba! PLEASE?!!








Author of mature young adult and new adult novels, L A is happiest writing the kind of books she loves to read: addictive stories full of teenage angst, tension, twists and turns.Home is a small town in the middle of England where she currently juggles being a full-time writer with being a mother/referee to two little people. In her spare time (and when she’s not camped out in front of the laptop) you’ll most likely find L A immersed in a book, escaping the chaos that is life.


The Big D by Brittany Crowley Release Blitz & Review




Title: The Big D
Author: Brittany Crowley
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: October 17, 2017





All it took was one look into the delivery guy’s sinful brown eyes and I knew I’d regret never seeing him again. I tried tipping him a dollar and
ended up getting a whole lot more than I bargained for.
Imagine my surprise when he comes back. Every. Friday. Night. 
Then in an embarrassing twist of events the Big D’s identity is revealed. He wants a chance and he’s determined to get it. 
But with a crazy ex popping around every corner, money and power standing between us and an embarrassing ‘how we met’ story… what’s a girl supposed to do?








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Oh man The Big D was an absolute stunning read.  The title alone speaks of the many hot and heavy orgasms in this book.  That’s why I loved this book. I loved that there was drama in this book but it had me laughing my ass off so many times.   Some might not like the main characters instant “relationship” but I loved it.


Aggie and the Big D (Grant) come from two different world’s, I know I know we’ve all read the entire poor girl meets rich guy theme before but I swear this was different.   The two of them meet after The Big D delivers Chinese food on a bet. Besides getting her Chinese food, Aggie receives the best orgasm of her life.


Aggie and The Big D had great chemistry and their banter and witty come backs had me hooked.  Jill and Aggies conversations and The Big D’s brothers Trev and Ry were the perfect addition to this great story.  There is some angst, two crazy women and some tears that only added more flavor to an already incredible story.  I don’t want to get too much into the book because I really don’t want to take anything away from you being able to really experience this book. I felt like I was part of this extremely funny and loving story and couldn’t get enough.  This book is a must read and it will have you laughing so hard tears will fall and if you have asthma like me you are going to need that pump. Highly recommend!



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Brittany Crowley was born and raised in Massachusetts. She still lives there today with her husband and 3 kids. Getting into the world of romance after she had her first child, she was hooked. Though she had many ideas in her head, Brittany was unsure if she had what it took to become a writer. A few encouraging words and one writing challenge later, she completed her first book. Now you can find her trying to keep up with her crazy kids and writing any chance she gets.



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Slap Shot (Aces Hockey #5) by Kelly Jamieson **Beth’s Review**




My name’s Max Hall, and I need to f***. As a pro hockey player who’s been away from the game for over a year, my libido has picked one hell of an an inconvenient time to come roaring back to life.

After my wife died from a rare form of cancer, sex was the last thing on my mind. Same with hockey, the other love of my life. Now, after fifteen months of eating too much, drinking too much, and generally just feeling sorry for myself, I’m facing a steep uphill battle to get my ass in shape and play my way back onto the Chicago Aces.

So I’m not looking for a relationship. Just sex. Yeah, I know how that makes me sound. But the truth is, I’ll never love another woman the way I loved my wife. When I meet a sexy bridesmaid at my teammate’s wedding, I decide to scratch that itch. A fling with Kendra Armstrong in her posh hotel room could be just what the trainer ordered.

Not only is Kendra smokin’ hot, she’s dynamite in bed—one of the perks of being a sex toy designer. Since she lives in New York anyway, we agree to keep things casual, no strings attached. The arrangement is perfect . . . until one of us falls in love. And it’s not me.






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I am a lover of anything hockey, especially hockey romances and must say that I am really enjoying the Aces Hockey series by this author and the great cast of characters she has created in these stories.  I must say though I would have a hard time choosing a favourite out of them all.


Max is not your typical pro-hockey player where as he has taken time off from hockey after helping care for his dying wife and then taking some time after her death.  Now he is fighting to get back in shape and get his spot back on the Chicago Aces.  He needs to focus on that one thing and not complicate his life with a relationship or love.  Although it’s been a long time and he’s ready to get back in the saddle and find someone to hook up with.  And that’s when he meets Kendra, the hot red at his friends wedding.  The attraction is instant between these two and both are on the same page.  They live in separate places and agree to just something casual and keep in touch.  That grows into more, at least for one of them it does and then things become completely complicated for these two.


I really loved Kendra’s character.  Even though she seemed to attract losers, her character was such a strong female.  She was proud of what she did and wasn’t ashamed that she was a sex toy designed and that she loved sex.  I really enjoyed max’s character.  Even though he was a bit of your typical hockey jock, he was also sweet and caring.


I really liked the dynamic of the story the author built.  I will say going into this one I didn’t really know what to expect as Max was just getting over the loss of his wife and struggling to get back his hockey career.  I wasn’t sure if the storyline of his wife’s death might make this one a little bit of a heavy read but I must say I was pleasantly surprised.  This one did have a few sad moments for me but for the majority of the book it was fun and very flirty at times.  I really enjoyed the banter between Max and Kendra whether it was via text or an actual conversation.


Overall this was a sweet enjoyable read that  I enjoyed.  It had some really great hot parts, how could it not with Kendra being a sex toy designer and had some really great fun and flirty parts.  I also loved that it had a bit of hockey action added in.  This was a great read and can be read as a stand alone but must say, it is enjoyed much more reading as a series.




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2771724Kelly Jamieson writes romances with heat that’s sweet. Her writing has been described as “emotionally complex”, “sweet and satisfying” and “blisteringly sexy”. If she can stop herself from reading or writing, she loves to cook. She has shelves of cookbooks that she reads at length. She also enjoys gardening in the summer, and in the winter she likes to read gardening magazines and seed catalogues (there might be a theme here…) She also loves shopping, especially for clothes and shoes. But her family takes precedence over everything else (yes, even writing). She has two teenage children who are the best kids in the world, not that she’s biased, and a wonderful husband who does loads of laundry while she plays on the computer writing stories. She loves hearing from readers, so please visit her website at


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