Review: Warrior By Nicole Blanchard

I thought it was just one night with my brother’s best friend. The boy I had dreamt about since he gave me my first kiss, under the lights of the Ferris wheel.

I knew he was about to leave for a year – no chance for a future.

But our one night together would create memories for a lifetime.

Our paths crossed again, but I had lied, and he was no longer the man he once was. He was warring against demons. Against the silence that was threatening to swallow him. And I had kept a secret from him, one he would never forgive me for.

But my secret was about to be ripped open. Displayed for the world on national news. And I had only one way to repair the damage. 

I had to trust the man I lied to. 

The man I never got the chance to make a life with. 

The only man who could save what we had created together.

By now you all know that I have a special love for military romances, especially ones with wounded warriors or those who live with PTSD.  When I signed up for Warrior I didn’t know from the synopsis alone that this was the type of book it would be but it sounded good so I said “sure, why not”.  Nicole Blanchard is a new to me author so I wasn’t sure what to expect when I began to read.
Ben and Olivia share one night after years of tip toeing around the attraction they felt towards each other.  Olivia is Ben’s best friends little sister and he doesn’t want to hurt her but he can no longer hold back.  Their one night is filled with passion and they say goodbye before Ben deploys.  With promises to stay in contact as best as possible they part.  Later on Olivia finds out that their one night has created more than just memories, she is pregnant and this will not be an easy road for her.  Ben suffers as well, after being injured in battle he will never be the same as he was before.
I loved the banter between Ben and Olivia when they would start to bicker, you could feel the underlying friendship that was the base of their relationship.  I loved Ben’s character, even when he was pushing Olivia away I understood by.  Unless you experience PTSD yourself or someone who you love lives with it, you can never understand why at times they struggle to not only feel normal once more, but to not push their loved ones away.  Olivia, for me, really annoyed me at times when she didn’t stop to consider that Ben was suffering from more than the injury she knew about.  Yes, she had her own stresses but I think her lack of even telling his family certain things made me like her less.  Sadly Olivia kind of ruined it for me I think. 

Warrior has friends to lovers, a military man, secrets, drama, angst and some lessons that everyone needs to learn in life.  I liked this book, even with the issues I had with Olivia.  I am anxious to see who the next book is about.  I have an idea but I am not 100% positive that I am right so I don’t want to say.   This was a good start to the series and I look forward to reading more. 

Virtual Tour: Blurred Lines By Lauren Layne

In a novel that’s perfect for fans of Abbi Glines and Jessica Sorensen, USA Today bestselling author Lauren Layne delivers a sexy take on the timeless question: Can a guy and a girl really be “just friends”?

When Parker Blanton meets Ben Olsen during her freshman year of college, the connection is immediate—and platonic. Six years later, they’re still best friends, sharing an apartment in Portland’s trendy Northwest District as they happily settle into adult life. But when Parker’s boyfriend dumps her out of the blue, she starts to wonder about Ben’s no-strings-attached approach to dating. The trouble is, even with Ben as her wingman, Parker can’t seem to get the hang of casual sex—until she tries it with him.

The arrangement works perfectly . . . at first. The sex is mind-blowing, and their friendship remains as solid as ever, without any of the usual messy romantic entanglements. But when Parker’s ex decides he wants her back, Ben is shocked by a fierce stab of possessiveness. And when Ben starts seeing a girl from work, Parker finds herself plagued by unfamiliar jealousy. With their friendship on the rocks for the first time, Parker and Ben face an alarming truth: Maybe they can’t go back. And maybe, deep down, they never want to.

Blurred Lines is about one of my favorite romance themes, friends to lovers.  There is just something about falling for your friend that could go oh so very wrong, or could be the best thing to happen because this person is your friend, they know you, they are already a big part of your life and then you move into the romance side.  Maybe that is a little bit of the fairytale that all people who fall in love want to believe in, that the person who you love will also be your friend.  So I was super excited to start Blurred Lines because of all those things I just mentioned above.  Sadly for me, it didn’t really work for me, I had a hard time staying interested in Ben and Parker’s story.  It just fell flat for me, I just didn’t feel the connection between the two; and Parker was not a favorite character for me at all.  I really wanted to like this one but in the end for me it was just okay.

This is only the second book that I have read by this author and I am still up in the air about if this is one that I want to continue reading or not.  Now please don’t take that as a negative.  Her books are good, but for me they haven’t been “oh my god that was amazing!”, I am not sure if I haven’t clicked well with her style yet or as a reader I just don’t have that connection with her characters.  What hasn’t worked for me personally may work for someone else.  I am not willing to throw in the towel just yet with this author.


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Lauren Layne is the USA Today Bestselling author of contemporary romance.

Prior to becoming an author, Lauren worked in e-commerce and web-marketing. In 2011, she and her husband moved from Seattle to New York City, where Lauren decided to pursue a full-time writing career. It took six months to get her first book deal (despite ardent assurances to her husband that it would only take three). Since then, Lauren’s gone on to publish ten books, including the bestselling Stiletto series, with several more on the way in 2015.

Lauren currently lives in Chicago with her husband and spoiled Pomeranian. When not writing, you’ll find her at happy hour, running at a doggedly slow pace, or trying to straighten her naturally curly hair.

Blog Tour: Hold On By Kristen Ashley

Since she was young, Cher Rivers knew she was not the kind of girl who got what she wanted. A girl who could hope. A girl who could dream. She knew a happily ever after just wasn’t in the cards for her.

In love for years with the last bastion of the ‘burg’s eligible bachelors, Garrett Merrick, Cher worked hard at making him laugh. Being one of the guys. Having him in her life the only way she could. All this knowing he was in love with another woman.

The Merrick Family is known for loving deep. So when Cecelia Merrick was murdered, it marked the Merricks in a way none of them recovered. Both Cecelia’s children found love. Both turned their backs on it. But Garrett “Merry” Merrick knew in his soul the woman he divorced years ago was the one for him.

Until the night when Cher took Garrett’s back and things changed. The Merrick family loves deep. They also protect fiercely. And with his eyes finally open, Garrett sees the woman who truly is for him and he goes after her.

It is always an emotional thing when a favorite series comes to an end.  It is even more emotional when the author has the ability to completely draw you into her worlds, make you feel like you are a part of the family, like what you are reading isn’t just words on paper, but that it is real.  Kristen Ashley has been able to do all of those things and more for me ever since I first discovered her books years ago.  When I was told I was selected for an ARC I was at the street fair, so totally something the Queen herself would be doing, I literally danced in the street embarrassing my husband.  He just didn’t understand the excitement I had for Hold On being on my kindle before most of my friends.

Hold On brings us full circle.  We met Cher in For You when she was the girlfriend of the psycho who was after February, we learned then that she had no idea what was going on and her luck with men really sucked.  What we didn’t know was that beneath that tough girl exterior, was someone who had been burned by love more than once that she felt she wasn’t good enough for her own happily ever after. 
Garrett, aka Merry we know has gone through his own hurt.  He lost the love of his life when he pushed her away and divorced her.  If you have read Golden Trail you know what happened to cause this but you don’t know it all.  When Merry finds out his ex is moving on for good he doesn’t take it well and ends up at the bar where Cher is tending that night.  He knows his friend will be there for him.  Sometimes though, the person who you thought was the absolute one for you, the only one you would ever want ends up being the wrong person.  It just takes something to happen to open up your eyes to see what is right in front of you.
The first 6% of the book had my feeling so many emotions; I had tears in my eyes for Cher after a certain scene. I wanted to just take her in my arms and say you are worthy of love.  My heart hurt for her, my eyes stung with tears and I wished I could have taken that hit away from her.  I wanted to hate Merry after that, for causing that pain.  I’ve felt pain like that and I never want anyone, even a character in a book, to feel that type of pain.  Merry does redeem himself in my eyes; it actually took me longer than any other of Ms. Ashley’s other males to win me over after they hurt their woman.
The epilogue, oh sweet baby Jesus that epilogue.  If you are a fan of her books you know that Kristen Ashley is the queen of writing an epilogue that will not only wrap up the book, but show you that happily ever after does exist, and even after going through pain, that love will heal your wounds and allow you to have a beautiful life.  I loved reading about all of the couples and their children at the end, it almost makes you think you are there for the event (not saying what event either).  It was the perfect way to end a series that will always be a favorite for this reviewer.
Through this, my leg hit an end table and I adjusted. We cleared the couch, I shifted again too soon, both my calves hit the coffee table, and my ass went down on it.
I looked up. Cell flat to the table, I braced my hands to push up, but Merry was there, chin in his throat, eyes on me, and when he spoke again, his mind was clearly on my location.
“Tried to get your mouth on me more than once when we tore at each other up last Friday, but I was in the mood to use mine. Lookin’ forward to learnin’ what you can do with yours, but like I said, baby, right now, don’t got the time.”
My only response that he couldn’t twist was to glare at him, which was what I did.
“But got time before I go for a kiss,” Merry informed me.
“Only kiss I’ll give you is tellin’ you to kiss off,” I informed him.
“Who knew warm brown eyes like the ones you got could spark that kind of fire,” he muttered as if he wasn’t even talking to me.
“Step back,” I demanded.
“No,” he denied.
I continued to glare up at him, then I realized I was not the kind of woman who sat on her ass, glaring up at a man towering over her and pinning her in. So I stood, which put me smack in Merry’s space, my breasts brushing against his abs and up his chest on my way.
They kept brushing when he didn’t move back, but I didn’t attempt escape, even to get away from the shafts of electricity this all caused at my nipples, shafts that headed south.
I glared at him from closer.
He stared into my eyes, his gaze moving down to my mouth then back up as one side of his lips curved.
He was getting off on this.
I didn’t get that and I didn’t want to get that.
I wanted this done.
“In the mood to play, Officer?” I whispered.
“Told you, sweetheart, don’t got the time.”
I shook my head but held his gaze. “Not what I mean. Single mom, all alone. Switch out her storms. Offer info to help her out of a jam. Been a while since I was in the know about these things, so tell me, what’s the price for all that? You mentioned a blowjob. You got stamina, but I got talent. Balance that out, I’m thinkin’ it’ll take more than the usual ten, fifteen minutes. We’ll give it twenty. So I can manage my time, is there more?”
I wasn’t even done talking before I learned his eyes could spark fire too.
I also learned he was in the mood to play, that being, playing me at my own game.
And doing it better.
He dipped his face close, his voice low. “Storms get me the blowjob, brown eyes. I get the intel you need, that buys me sinkin’ deep in wet pussy.”
I felt my nipples get harder at the same time something else happened to me that, if he was of a mind to take his payoff right then, he’d get what he wanted.
I hid this reaction and asked, “You want this all in one go, or you wanna spread payback out for a while?”
“Keep plenty of time open, Cher. I intend to earn a fuckuva lot more and draw it out collecting.”
I nodded, still keeping a lock on his eyes. “I get it. Girl like me, only payback expected for me to be able to give.”
That didn’t get me fire.
That got me ice.
“I hear you talk down about yourself one more time, Cher, shit will get extreme.”
That made me ice over.
“Do not hand me that crap, Merry. You come into my home and got no problem talkin’ about wet pussy right to my face tells me the woman you know me to be.”
He dipped his face even closer, to the point it felt like if I blinked, my lashes would sweep his in a butterfly kiss.
“Do not hand me your shit, Cher,” he growled. “That hang-up is yours, not mine. And how I know that is I made you come just finger fuckin’ you and talkin’ dirty in your ear, and it was the talk and not what my fingers were doin’ that took you there. I like that, a woman who can let go and let me give her that without gettin’ uptight and closin’ down on me. You liked it too, a fuckuva lot more than me. So don’t stand there handin’ me your shit when I know you’re wet for me now and I haven’t fuckin’ touched you.”
I refused to reply to that because he was right and I had no intention of confirming that information.
But it was then he hit me with a verbal blow, the intensity of which, not in my whole shitty-ass life I’d ever received.
“Christ, if I didn’t know you were worth it, I’d walk out the door and this would be done—all we got, over.”
I could stand.
I could stare.
But I couldn’t breathe.
Merry could.
He could also speak.
“Hope like fuck no one takes off with those storms while I’m gone. You think they will, move ’em into garage and leave the key under the mat. I’m switchin’ ’em out, Cher. I come back tonight and they’re done, I’ll find you, and I won’t be collectin’. I’ll be dishin’ it out, but you won’t get it until you beg for it and do that shit for a really long time.”
His words were lost on me.
I continued to stand.
I continued to stare.
But my lungs had started burning.
If I didn’t know you were worth it…
“When’s Ethan’s next sleepover?” Merry bit out.
“Friday,” I whispered. “But his friend’s comin’ here.”
“Fuck,” Merry clipped. “Find a time, babe. You don’t, payback’ll stack up and I’ll have to take personal days and hole up in a hotel with you for a week. And there’s not a doubt that stick-up-her-ass church lady your ex tied his shit to won’t appreciate you bein’ gone from your kid for a weeklong fuckathon.”
That was kind of funny as well as hot.
I still said nothing.
Merry fell silent and stared at me.
Then he dealt the second biggest verbal blow I’d ever received in my life.
“Christ, you’re pretty, even standin’ there plotting my murder.”
After that, he lifted a hand, grabbed me gentle but firm at my neck, yanked me up so my mouth hit his hard but brief, then he let me go.
“Later, babe,” he said, strolling to my door. He stopped in it, turned to me, and bid his farewell by saying, “You touch those storms only to put them in the garage.”
He closed the door on that.
I stood where he left me.
If I didn’t know you were worth it…
What was I worth?
What was I worth to Merry?

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ARC Review: HIM By Sarina Bowen & Elle Kennedy

They don’t play for the same team. Or do they?

Jamie Canning has never been able to figure out how he lost his closest friend. Four years ago, his tattooed, wise-cracking, rule-breaking roommate cut him off without an explanation. So what if things got a little weird on the last night of hockey camp the summer they were eighteen? It was just a little drunken foolishness. Nobody died.

Ryan Wesley’s biggest regret is coaxing his very straight friend into a bet that pushed the boundaries of their relationship. Now, with their college teams set to face off at the national championship, he’ll finally get a chance to apologize. But all it takes is one look at his longtime crush, and the ache is stronger than ever.

Jamie has waited a long time for answers, but walks away with only more questions—can one night of sex ruin a friendship? If not, how about six more weeks of it? When Wesley turns up to coach alongside Jamie for one more hot summer at camp, Jamie has a few things to discover about his old friend…and a big one to learn about himself.

Warning: contains sexual situations, skinnydipping, shenanigans in an SUV and proof that coming out to your family on social media is a dicey proposition.

I love a great hockey book, I love a great M/M book even more, but what I love even more is when the two genres are combined into one.  HIMhad me from the very start, I absolutely loved how we not only got to see Jamie and Ryan’s relationship in the present, but also glimpses at how they were as best friends in the past.  You wanted Jamie and Ryan to not only work through what caused them to drift apart all those years ago but you want these two to be together as a couple; because you can just tell these two are perfect for one another.
Jamie is straight, or is he?  Well he does have a female friend with benefits that I personally wanted to vag punch on more than one occasion.  Why you may ask?  Well it is because I wanted Jamie and Ryan together, even if Jamie didn’t know at first he would be attracted to guys as well, and well she was kind of bordering on pathetic and clingy if you ask me.  Yep he is Bi but once his eyes are opened I don’t see him ever going back to the females.  Ryan is the prankster, the one who you can dare to do just about anything and he would have done it.  He is also the one who I think has the bigger heart of the two, I say this because he is worried that for Jamie it isn’t what it is for him, finally being with the man he has been in love with for years.  I loved not only the chemistry these two shared, but the friendship, the history and the love they had for each other.  And for me that is what will make a relationship stay strong and last, when it is more than just about the sex (oh hush yeah I know I love me some sexy times but I am trying to be serious here people) but about a connection that only grows stronger with time.
The authors did an amazing job in flowing everything so smoothly that you can’t tell that two authors not just one wrote this.  A lot of times you can see the switch up because the styles aren’t the same or their writing style is different but Ms. Bowen and Ms. Kennedy did a beautiful job at writing HIM and making this reviewer fall in love with Jamie and Ryan.  I hope we get to read more of these authors working together in the future because these two ladies are two of my favorites.

Blog Tour: Double Tap By Lani Lynn Vale

Nico met the love of his life when he was seventeen. 

Immediately, he realizes that the gap in their ages is too significant to make a move on her until she’s legal in the eyes of the law. So he joins the United States Navy, killing time until he can come home to her again. 

But a tragedy strikes while Georgia is alone and vulnerable, and with no other recourse, Georgia leaves, disappearing without a trace. 

After months of searching, he finds her, but quickly realizes that she needs the time to herself to work out her problems on her own. 

So he leaves her be, knowing that if she ever felt anything for him, she’d come back home to him. 

But it takes her years to return, and in those years, Nico changes, too. 

He’s seen too much. Done too much. Lost too much. 

He lives his life as a SWAT officer for KPD, goes through the motions of everyday life, but only as half a man. And not even the good half. The US military saw to that. 

When the two finally come back together, one question remains. Will she love him as the man he is now, or leave him because he’s not the same man he used to be?
Lani Lynn Vale has done it again and made me love another one of her alpha men, this time it being the sexy, brooding, quiet, make your panties drenched with a single look Nico.  If you can’t tell by my description of him he is one sexy as hell alpha male cop, but there is so much more about him that I NEVER would have expected, and that something not only shocked me but made me love him for who he is even more.  Nico has known from the first time he ever laid his eyes on his little sister’s best friend, Georgia, that she was it for him.  Even though the age difference made it so he had to wait to claim her, it didn’t matter because she was it for him.  When something so heartbreaking has her moving away and not returning for years later, you wonder if he will still feel the same way about Georgia, and that answer is one you will have to read the book to get. 
Georgia has a very heartbreaking past, something happens to her that had me shedding tears because it was very hard to read and extremely sad.  Georgia never wanted to leave Nico, but didn’t have much of a choice.  She knew when she returned she would have to face him.  I loved the connection these two share.  Georgia is sassy, strong, hilarious and oh boy can she hold a mean grudge about something and while I may have had him running after I started shooting at his ass for what he did, I will say that I loved Nico’s reaction when a secret she was hiding comes to light.  But let me tell you I wouldn’t want to be around her if she umm goes through that again lol.
In true Lani Lynn Vale form Double Tap is filled with sexy as sin alpha males, sassy strong females, smoking hot sex scenes that will have you catching fire, drama, action, hilarity and most importantly, Double Tap will have you loving this series with each word you read.  I know I am always singing strong praises for this author but please believe me she deserves them.  I know when I read one of her books that I will be laughing my ass off and smiling in the end.  So please, if you haven’t given her a chance, grab one of her books and just sit back and be prepared to laugh and fall in love with these men.
“Hey, this is Nico. I wanted to see if you could come clean my house later this week. I’ve got a bit of a mess going on right now, and you know how I am. Let me know when you can do it. Thanks, bye,” I said to Candice’s voicemail.

I hung up and glared at my still dirty floors.

That was the third time I’d called her in three days.

“At least it wasn’t the thirty fifth like someone I know,” I snarled as I threw down my phone and went outside.

Feeling the need for an exhausting workout, I went outside and gathered up my axe and wedge, then took them to the large pile of wood I’d stacked in a heap at the corner of the house.

A tree had fallen a couple of weeks ago during a storm, and I’d cut it up with my chainsaw, leaving the large chunks to cut up for fire wood at a later date.

I’d been doing it nearly an hour when I heard wheels crunch on the gravel road that led up to my driveway.

I didn’t turn around.

I knew whom it was as soon as I heard the engine whine.

So the little coward had decided to finally show after three fucking days.

Imagine that.

I felt her stare, but I never stopped chopping the wood.

Set the wood up on the stump. Swing back. Strike hard and fast.


I repeated it over and over, waiting on her to say something.

It took her a long time.


I counted thirty five pieces before she finally spoke.

“I’m mad at you,” she said softly.

She was crying.

I hated when she cried.

I didn’t stop, however.

I just kept going, waiting for what she had to say next. The only outward sign that I was listening was the bunch of my shoulders.

“You should’ve told me about her suicide the night she did it,” she said tearfully.

I whirled on her. “Is that right? And how exactly did you expect me to do that? I fucking called you seventeen times that night, and left you at least a fuckin’ million text messages. I know how to take a fucking hint.”

Her eyes widened at the vehemence in my voice, and she took a step away.

I was on a fucking roll, though, and really let her have it.

“All you had to do was be understanding. If you can’t handle this, what makes you think you can handle it when I have to take down a goddamned kid because he pointed a gun at his big sister?” I asked irately.

I walked past her, going inside to the kitchen to grab a drink.

She followed.

I heard her stomping feet behind me as I walked up to the fridge and pulled out a bottle of water, twisting the cap off viciously.

“I don’t like it when you’re right. It makes me mad when I have to admit that I’m wrong. I know I was wrong, but you were wrong, too,” she snarled.

I looked at her incredulously. “You’re so full of shit. You piss me the fuck off.”

She crossed her arms. “Well, maybe if I’m so full of shit, and I piss you off so fuckin’ much, we shouldn’t be together.”

I shook my head at her and gave her a droll look.

“We fight. We yell. You throw shit and I glare at you. That’s just how we are. We don’t have the type of relationship where it’s all hearts and goddamned flowers. We have the type of relationship that’s real. We fight hard, and make up harder. And you need to get over your fucking snit, because I’m so fucking hot for you that I might not be nice when you really need it,” I growled in Georgia’s face.

She tried to push me away from where I was pinning her to the wall, but she didn’t get me far. In fact, it was only the barest of millimeters, and that was only because I didn’t want her to hurt herself when she slammed her wrists against my chest.

“I fucking love you, Georgia. Get the fuck over it,” I yelled.

I’m a married mother of three. My kids are all under 5, so I can assure you that they are a handful. I’ve been with my paramedic husband now for ten years, and we’ve produced three offspring that are nothing like us. I live in the greatest state in the world, Texas.

Release Blitz: Shuttergirl By CD Reiss

ONE movie star on the cusp of greatness

ONE broken girl who touched him
TEN years to forget her
A MILLION stories in Hollywood
I am not hurt.

I don’t need a second chance with him, or a life I thought I had.

While he was out forgetting me to become a movie star, I was building a career out of nothing. A career as a paparazzi, but a career. For a foster kid who bounced around every home in Los Angeles, that wasn’t easy.

This camera is all I have.

He’s nothing to me. Every time I take his picture and sell it, I remind myself that I did it all without him or his approval, his cinnamon smell or his clear green eyes. He lights up the screen like a celestial body, but he’s nothing but a paycheck to me.

He can throw my camera off a balcony, and nothing has to change. We can stay king and queen of the same city, and different worlds.

Except this is Hollywood, and here, anything can happen.

I had previously tried to read other books by CD Reiss but didn’t really like them so I wasn’t sure if I would like Shuttergirl but decided that sometimes it is just my mood at the time that I don’t like a certain book so I wanted to give this one a chance.  I am happy that I did.  I really enjoyed reading Shuttergirl so much that I plan to give the other book a second shot. 
The author had a way to just paint the picture she wanted you to see with the right words.  I almost felt like I was looking through a lens and seeing what she did when she was trying to describe what was happening between Laine and Michael.  I really hope that makes sense to everyone reading this because it does to me and I am just having a problem describing it correctly.  Anyone can write a love story, but for it to be a great love story for me there has to be a connection between the characters that you can just feel, that if you closed your eyes and pictured them that you could.  CD Reiss was able to make that happen for me.
I am anxiously awaiting the next book in this series, if it is anywhere close to being as good as Shuttergirl was, then fans of her books will be ecstatic.   I know I am so happy that I gave this author another shot because if I hadn’t I would have missed out on a damn good book.
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Excerpt #1
I stroked his hair, waist deep in peace, all worry gone for the moment, and floating in no more than an ocean of gratitude. I must have been more vulnerable than I realized, or he’d reopened some wound with his kindness, because though my sweet reverie stayed, as the minutes passed, a layer of need fitted itself on top of it.
I needed to tell him, if not the details, the outlines of who I was.
“I want you to know,” I whispered, starting somewhere small, then everything I didn’t want to say spilled out. “I have stuff. I’ve never been to jail, but you know, it’s stuff, and it’s ugly, and it scares me. Because, I mean, you’re so perfect, and I’m… I’m just a mess. I’m not whole. I’m a bunch of pieces of a person I cobbled together.” My eyes got wet when I thought of the comparisons between us and that picture in my silverware drawer. “So if you have to move on when you realize that, I’ll understand. You have an image, and if anyone understands protecting a career, it’s me. I mean, I’ll be mad, don’t get that wrong, but also.” I swallowed and blinked, shifting my head so he wouldn’t feel the tear on his forehead. “I won’t blame you.”
I waited for an answer. Anything. A change in position or a word on any subject. The weather. Sports. Something. But all he did was breathe.
I smiled so wide, tears fell into my mouth. He was sleeping.

CD Reiss is a USA Today and Amazon bestseller. She still has to chop wood and carry water, which was buried in the fine print. Her lawyer is working it out with God but in the meantime, if you call and she doesn’t pick up, she’s at the well, hauling buckets.
Born in New York City, she moved to Hollywood, California to get her master’s degree in screenwriting from USC. In case you want to know, that went nowhere, but it did embed TV story structure in her head well enough for her to take a big risk on a TV series structured erotic series called Songs of Submission. It’s about a kinky billionaire hung up on his ex-wife, an ingenue singer with a wisecracking mouth; art, music and sin in the city of Los Angeles.
Critics have dubbed the books “poetic,” “literary,” and “hauntingly atmospheric,” which is flattering enough for her to put it in a bio, but embarrassing enough for her not to tell her husband, or he might think she’s some sort of braggart who’s too good to give the toilets a once-over every couple of weeks or chop a cord of wood.
If you meet her in person, you should call her Christine.

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I am so happy with the response to Shuttergirl, and I cannot wait to send Michael and Laine out into the world, because who doesn’t swoon over a second chance at love?

It’s a new genre for me, and I’m exploding with excitement, so I’ve dropped some fantastic reasons for readers to get the book right away.


$500 Spa Gift Card

If you could get an hour, or ten away from the daily grind of paparazzi and interviews (or the job and kids), what would you do?

Get a foot rub/slash/pedicure? A massage? Maybe something called a Sleep Treatment that right now sounds better than sex?

Maybe you’d bring a friend or two, or maybe you’d just get a manipedi when you wanted one. Because the life of a megastar ain’t for the weak-willed or lazy, and running from paparazzi can really wear down a girl’s nails.

Woodhouse Spas are no joke. They’re all over the country and they’re….sigh. Fabulous. But if you don’t live near one, we can do Burke Williams, Halcyon Days or Red Door.



The link to the quiz is in the back of the book, and yes, that’s the ONLY place to find it! There are bonus questions relating to Jonathan and Antonio for extra prizes. You have until June 3rd to enter! That gives you a solid two weeks to read the book and get your chance at a $500 movie star spa treatment!

If you are a paperback reader, email me and we’ll work it out .

Blog Tour: Falling For His Best Friend By Katee Roberts

He’s going above and beyond the call of duty…

Avery Yeung’s biological clock just went off early. Thanks to her family’s medical history, she’s running out of time to get knocked up. And the only guy within donating distance? Her overprotective-and irritatingly hot-best friend. So clearly she needs an anonymous donor…

Anonymous donor? Over Sheriff Drew Flannery’s dead body. While daddyhood will never be in the cards for a man with his past, Drew won’t let Avery shop for a “popsicle pop.” He’ll do what’s right for his best friend by doing his best friend. But only if they do it properly.

But there’s nothing “proper” about it. Between the bed, the kitchen counter, and against his squad car, Avery and Drew are having the hottest sex ever. They can’t get enough of it-or each other. And without knowing it, they’ve crossed the one line that could ruin their friendship forever…

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He jumped, and then climbed to his feet when Avery did, and followed her to the plump older nurse. She smiled at them, making him wonder if she were someone’s grandmother—the kind who made cookies and read bedtime stories and…
What the hell was he even thinking?
As soon as they turned the corner from the waiting room, she handed him a small clear cup that had a sticker with his information on it. “You’ll put the specimen in here, please.”
The nurse opened a door. “You can leave the cup in the room when you’re done.” She smiled at Avery. “You’re welcome to go into the room with him, but we ask that you ensure there’s no saliva or other fluids involved so you don’t contaminate the specimen.”
Avery made a choked noise. “That’s so not going to be a problem.”
The nurse laughed and patted her shoulder. “I’ve heard that one before, honey. I’ll just leave you to it.”
He barely waited for her to disappear back around the corner before he turned to examine the room. It looked like an entire frat house’s stash of porn had exploded in there. “Isn’t this a little much for a few tests?”
She looked at him like he was an idiot. “How else are you going to get your engine running?
Besides, this isn’t about tests—though I’m sure they’ll run a few. You wanted to help me make a baby, so let’s make a baby. Now go get ‘em, Champ.”
Jesus Christ. She expected him to leave a specimen so the doctor could shoot it up her…
Apparently when they’d talked about making a baby, something had gotten lost in translation.
“You’re shitting me.”
“Nope.” She slid past him into the room and meandered around, stopping in front of the television and eyeing the collection of DVDs on the shelf next to it. “Oh, look, they have Busty Blondes #37. I seem to remember you having one of these videos back in high school.”
He grabbed her shoulders and tried to steer her away from the shelf. “Not interested.”
Truth was, his inspiration for self sessions had migrated toward pretty Asian women who looked a whole lot like the one standing in the room with him.
“If you’re not into the DVDs, they have magazines, too.” She poked one with her finger. “Though this one appears a bit crusty.”
“Christ, stop touching things. Do you know what men do in here?”
She rolled her eyes. “Yeah, Drew, that’s kind of the point. They come in here, watch or read whatever tickles their fancy, and then masturbate into that sanitary little cup right there.”
When she said ‘masturbate’ he thought his head might actually explode. “Avery—”
“Are you worried about hitting your mark? That is kind of a small cup. Want me to go find something bigger?”
God, she was killing him. It would have been so much more bearable if he thought she was kidding, but Avery was drop dead serious. It was a sign of her nervousness that she hadn’t cracked a joke since he got into her Jeep.
He couldn’t do it.

Katee Robert
New York Times & USA TODAY Bestselling Author
Katee Robert learned to tell stories at her grandpa’s knee. Her favorites then were the rather epic adventures of The Three Bears, but at age twelve she discovered romance novels and never looked back.
Though she dabbled in writing, life got in the way—as it often does—and she spent a few years traveling, living in both Philadelphia and Germany. In between traveling and raising her two wee ones, she had the crazy idea that she’d like to write a book and try to get published.
Her first novel was an epic fantasy that, God willing, will never see the light of day. From there, she dabbled in YA and horror, before finally finding speculative romance. Because, really, who wouldn’t want to write entire books about the smoking-hot relationships between two people?
She now spends her time—when not lost in Far Reach worlds—playing imaginary games with her wee ones, writing, ogling men, and planning for the inevitable zombie apocalypse.

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Release Day Blitz: Just Say When By Kaylee Ryan

Saving myself for marriage, not hardly.

Saving myself for someone who will make my heart race, most definitely.

In theory it’s a good plan, however even the best-laid plans fall through. Seeing him, being around him, alerts all my senses and I dream about being his, wrapping myself in his arms and never letting go. The only problem – he sees me as his sister.

My name’s Ava Evans and I’m in love with my older brother’s best friend, Nate Garrison. 

Burying myself in work for the past two years, avoiding any thought of her, has worked, until now. She’s everywhere, in my dreams, in my gym, and in my heart. I’m not sure when I fell in love with Ava Evans, but I am completely in love with my best friends baby sister.

At first she was too young for me and that made it easy to stay away. Now, it’s a struggle to keep my distance.

How am I supposed to resist her when I can’t escape her? If he ever found out, it would ruin our friendship. Even with that knowledge all she would have to do is… 

Just Say When.
Just Say When was a cute romance that makes you wonder what you would do if you had feelings about your big brother’s best friend and how you would feel when you find out he feels the same way.  I am an only child so I didn’t have that type of crush growing up but I can totally see why it would be hard especially if you have a very over protective big brother who you know will not be happy about the relationship.
Nate won me over from almost the very start.  Even with just a few paragraphs I had a feeling that he was going to take his feelings for Ava seriously, and he proved me right.  Ava was okay for me.  I think in a way she was too immature at times with certain things, but I think she was perfect for Nate.  Ava and Nate took things slowly. I understood Nate’s reasoning up to a certain point, but since when does a relationship have to have a seal of approval from big brother especially when you know he is not going to react well.  Sometimes you need to do what is good for your relationship and not worry about everyone else’s feelings, thoughts or opinions.

I had a couple of issues overall with Just Say When and that is what kept me from loving it, just liking it.  One being the whole situation mentioned above and another is that it almost felt rushed and anticlimactic at the end.  It was just missing something that would have made it a great read for me.  I kind of hope that the author will write another book about some of the other characters and maybe tie up some loose ends that she left.  Pretty good read though, it just wasn’t great for me.

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I reach the table just in time to watch as Kara pulls Ava to the dance floor. They stop right at the edge as if they cannot wait a second longer to move to the beat. We watch them in silence, enjoying the show they’re putting on. That is until two guys join them. At first, it looks innocent enough, but when the one closest to Ava puts his hands on her, I know I have to squash this.

“We can’t let them have all the fun.” I motion to the dance floor. I’m pissed off this guy is mauling her, and I’m pissed off at Zach. I can’t believe he let his groupies pull him away from Ava. He doesn’t deserve her.

Tanner grins. “You don’t have to tell me twice.” He places his now empty water bottle on the table and heads straight for Kara.

I’m hot on his heels. I stop in front of Ava and she smiles hesitantly just as the song changes to “Talk Dirty.” The guy who was trying to make his move on her is no longer touching her, which is in his best interest. Ava seems nervous as to where she should touch me. This is new for us. I take her hands and rest them on my shoulders as I move my hips to the beat. I keep an eye on the jackass to make sure he knows she’s unavailable. I don’t want him touching her again.

I pull her tight little body close to mine, not caring that this is Ava Mae, my best friend’s little sister. She’s forbidden, but for tonight, for this time in which I actually have her in my arms, I don’t let it stop me. Instead, I pull her close and pretend she’s mine. Ava rocks her hips against mine and I tighten my grip. Her big brown eyes find mine and her stare is intense. If I didn’t know better, I would think that she wants me just as fiercely as I want her. Pulling her as close as I can get her, I bury my face in her neck and match the rhythm of her hips as they grind against mine. I wish like hell she were mine.

Author Bio

Kaylee Ryan has had a passion for reading since she was a little girl. That passion has slowly led to spinning romantic tales, and a one-click addiction. When she doesn’t have her nose stuck in her kindle or fingers glued to the keyboard, you can find Kaylee hanging out with friends and family. She loves all genres of music, and enjoys scrapbooking. She lives in Ohio with her husband (her real life happily ever after) and their rambunctious little boy.

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Blog Tour: Pretty Remedy By S.E. Hall

Envy is a silent, cold-blooded killer, extinguishing a little more life from me every day. 
Hitting sharp, fast and seemingly out of nowhere; struck by lightning not a storm cloud in sight… in she rolls. Reece Madison, a force to be reckoned with, head of the class- which means one thing- she’s out of mine. 
“You’re wasting your time Rhett Foster. Locks have keys and walls can be climbed. I’m not buying your cold, skeptical act for one minute.” 
And then there’s that…
But as much as she compels me to open up, show her what no one else gets to see…there’s guilty shadows lurking in the depths of her eyes that she cannot hide.
Pretty Remedy is the second book in S.E. Hall’s Finally Found series, and for me it was even better than the first book Pretty Instinct.  S.E. Hall just has a way that has you loving her characters from the start, and her hero’s are some of my favorite book boyfriends. 
Pretty Remedy is a funny, sweet read that slowly builds into something sexy and has you hooked from the first page until the last.  I loved how Rhett was basically knocked on his ass by Reece.  The chemistry between them is indescribable, the banter will have you snorting in laughter and even though both have their own personal issues that when you have the right person by your side and in your heart all of those things can be overcome.
If you haven’t had the opportunity to read this series yet, take the time to pick up Pretty Instinctand then Pretty Remedy.  I can’t wait for S.E. Hall to release the next book in this series because if it is as kick ass as Pretty Remedy was then her fans will be in for a special treat that is for damn sure. 

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It always happens the same way, every time. The second I finish coming, the blip of exhilaration dissipates, and I’m left feeling vapid and angry. I turn my back on my latest conquest and, blocking out the images of insincere, physical satiation, I scurry off like a criminal. Maybe I should quit fucking them.
Or maybe I shouldn’t. The tête-à-têtes, and unrequited clinginess as much their fault as my own—more in fact, if everyone’s being honest with themselves. I tell them, straight up, in plain English, no “code” or sidestepping what I’m really saying, that it’s one fuck. I offer absolutely nothing more, and they accept. But women have a specific order and purpose to everything they do. It shouldn’t eat at me when another woman discovers her plan didn’t work, and surprise, she isn’t the one “different” enough to change me. 
You want to be the lady worthy of a call the next day, flowers, a ring? Then don’t ride the dick until you get at least one of them. And if you do jump on—gyrating and grinding in what you’re just certain is some mystical, “He’s never had it so good before” kind of way, and it doesn’t work—don’t blame anyone but yourself. Who was really trying to manipulate who?

S.E.Hall, lover of all things anticipation and romance, is the author of The Evolve Series: Emerge, Embrace, Entangled, Entice and Baby Mama Drama, as well as the stand-alone novel Pretty Instinct. Her co-written works included The Provocative Professions Collection: Stirred Up, Packaged and Handled, One Naughty Night and full-length novel Matched with Angela Graham as well as Conspire, a romantic suspense with Erin Noelle. S.E. resides in Arkansas with her husband of 18 years and 3 daughters of the home. When not writing or reading, she can be found “enthusiastically cheering” on one of her girls’ softball games.
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Blog Tour: A Beautiful Kind Of Love By Ellie Wade

Every choice has a consequence.
I believe in soul mates. Why? Because I have one and his name is Jax Porter.
I have known Jax my whole life and I have loved him with every breath I’ve ever taken. The fact that we were born a mere month apart to mothers that are best friends has made us inseparable since birth.
What we have is so rare, one would think our story would be written, our fate sealed. But, unfortunately that’s not how life works. Life offers us many choices that can turn destiny into chance.
I now find myself heading toward a destination that I could have never imagined and I have to figure out where to go from here. 
Will the choices that have been made change our path forever or will fate find its way?
Shredded. Destroyed. Stomped on. Roller coaster ride.  Need tissues. Holy shit.  Those words can’t even begin to describe what my emotions and heart feel like after reading A Beautiful Kind Of Love.  I am still feeling all of those emotions days later, this is one book that will stay with me for a very long time. 
I am not going to write a long review because I am honestly worried that I might give something away and I don’t want to do that.  I want to just prepare you for your emotions to be all over the place and your stomach in knots and your heart breaking from the angst.  Jax and Lily are meant to be together, I just know it deep down in my heart that they are.

There is a cliffhanger, I really debated mentioning that because I don’t want people to shy away from reading it because of that.  I think that we will be in for more emotions, more angst, more tears before we find happiness.  I am very impressed with Ellie Wade’s writing.  I had not previously read anything by her but if A Beautiful Kind Of Love is just a sample of what she can write then I will be a fan for life.

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Our entire life together has been perfect. We have had eighteen years of foreplay. I don’t need candles or flowers. I need you. Take me to bed and make me yours in the only way that I’m not. ~ A Beautiful Kind of Love
What we have is the absolute rightness of two souls born into this world to complement the other flawlessly. Everything that Jax is and everything that he does is always exactly what I need. A Beautiful Kind of Love
I can’t compare what I’ve had with others to what I could have with you. You are my Lily. There is no comparison. A Beautiful Kind of Love
Our entire life together has been perfect. We have had eighteen years of foreplay. I don’t need candles or flowers. I need you. Take me to bed and make me yours in the only way that I’m not. A Beautiful Kind of Love
This right here with Jax and me, our bodies and our souls acting on pure instinct and desire, is what I was made for. A Beautiful Kind of Love

               JAX                    LILY



Ellie Wade resides in southwest Michigan with her husband, three young children, and two dogs. She has a Master’s degree in education from Eastern Michigan University and is a huge University of Michigan sports fan. She loves the beauty of her home state, especially the lakes and the gorgeous autumn weather. When she is not writing, you will find her reading, snuggled up with her kiddos, or spending time with family and friends. She loves traveling and exploring new places with her family.