Confessions: Priest by Ella Frank ~ Blog Tour w/ 4.5 Star Review & Excerpt!

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Confessions: Priest, book three in the steamy contemporary MMM Confessions Series from Ella Frank, is available NOW!

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I am complex.

My love is all-encompassing.

And when it comes to my heart, there is only one rule:

Don’t mess with what’s mine.

Until the age of seven, I was Joel Alexander Donovan, son of Jimmy.

The man who terrorized a town and made its citizens fear

the very ground he walked on. Including me,

the day I realized that ground ran red with blood.

At age eighteen, I became Priest.

A man without a past.

A man determined to right the wrongs of my father.

A man who never believed anyone could love the son of such a monster.

But then a thief stole my heart.

A sweetheart lit up my world.

And I forgot for a moment you should never turn your back on your enemy.

And thus begins a lesson to those who would seek to harm: Never underestimate what the Priest will do to protect the Princess and the Prick.

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Storyline: 5
Angst: 2
Tissue: 0
Value: 5
Panty Scorching: 5
Overall Rating: 4.5 Stars
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Reviewed by Robin

Priest life changed forever at age seven and at eighteen he became Priest. A man who does not talk about his past. The son of a monster. But then a thief stole his heart and a princess came into his life. And he will do anything to protect what is his. Even take down a monster.

“There is nothing more arousing to me than looking at the person – or people – I love, and knowing without a doubt that they are mine.”

I cannot tell you how in love I am with this trio. The story continues with Princess’ hurt feelings and I couldn’t help but feel for Robbie feeling a little left out. But I also can’t forget about everything Priest has been through. These three were made for each other though and as they’ve come together, their relationship has just grown stronger. And they’ve also grown as individuals. Each of them brings something vital to the relationship that smoothes out all of their rough spots, heals all of their hidden fears and brings them closer together. I love everything Priest is willing to risk to keep his men safe. He’s really protective to a fault and Robbie is like a special godsend who wants to also keep them safe in his own ingenious princess way. He’s just such an amazing addition. There’s a lot of action and your heart goes on wild ride but it’s all so worth it. I want these three cemented together for life.

Ok…so this can’t be the end. All of the characters in this world need their story and happy endings. Lots of happy endings. LOL! Every time I get a glimpse of my favorite people it just puts a huge smile on my face.

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Excerpt

CHAPTER ONE

CONFESSION

My name is not Joel Priestley.

My name is Joel Alexander Donovan.

And a long time ago, I was taught that things

aren’t always what they appear to be—and neither are people.

JOEL PRIESTLEY, A.K.A Priest, sat behind the wheel of his Aston Martin with his hands at the ten and two positions and his seatbelt fastened. He’d been sitting like that for the past thirty minutes or so. Ever since he’d pulled the vehicle into its designated parking spot alongside his and Julien’s—his husband’s—black Range Rover.

Sinatra had been keeping him company, as Priest tried to block out the phone call he’d made back in his office to Henri. But no matter how loud he played the charismatic crooner, nothing seemed to lessen the impact of Henri’s words and the way they had made Priest’s stomach coil.

“Nice to know you can at least follow an order if it’s to keep those you love safe… Be careful; keep an eye out…”

And that was what he’d been doing for the past thirty minutes or so. Sitting in his car, with his eyes trained on the rearview and side mirrors, as his paranoia over what used to only exist in the shadows began to slowly creep back out into the light of day.

Priest gritted his teeth and reminded himself that Jimmy wasn’t out of prison just yet and likely wouldn’t be for some time. He wasn’t about to appear out of thin air to exact absolution for what he believed was Priest’s biggest crime—abandonment. But that didn’t mean Jimmy hadn’t reached out to the others to find him. To track down the son who had turned his back on his family if, and when, he walked free.

Priest cursed and slammed the heel of his palm against the steering wheel, then he reached for the seatbelt’s release, and as it retracted across his chest, he reached up and shoved it off his shoulder where it caught. As it snapped into place, Priest pulled the handle of the door and got out of the car. He needed to get upstairs. To get inside a locked lobby, where a security guard walked the halls, and his condo had a deadbolt on the front door. It was one of the main reasons he’d been interested in Logan’s place to begin with. The additional barriers between him and those he loved—and anyone who may want to hurt them.

Julien had already texted to let Priest know he and Robbie arrived home safely. But as of yet, Priest hadn’t heard anything from Robbie, their boyfriend. Not that he’d expected to. The last image Priest had of their princess was an ashen face and betrayal in those usually bright blue eyes, and Christ, Priest wished he could erase that picture from his mind.

The three of them had been making such headway lately. They had moved past the getting-to-know-you, comfortable stage of their relationship, and had been thisclose to slipping into that space where the heart and soul of the one whose body you were worshiping was coveted.

But that had all changed now. The truth about his father having wiped out any trust he may have built with Robbie, judging by the expression on his face before Priest had left the brewhouse.

All the joy, and all the happiness, the closeness the three of them had been reveling in, had been smothered by the dark cloud that descended on them, and Priest had a feeling it was going to take a lot of explaining on his behalf before they could get out from under it—if they ever could.

Priest jabbed the button of the garage elevator, and when the doors slid open, he ran his key fob over the panel and hit the floor button. He leaned against the back wall and shut his eyes, and as the elevator ascended, he wondered how he was going to explain all of this to Robbie.

He’d only ever had to do it once before. Only ever found one other he deemed important enough to share this side of himself with. And he’d been just as apprehensive, just as sick to his stomach, at the thought of revealing all to Julien, as he was heading up to face Robert Bianchi.

Priest walked down the hallway toward their condo like a man heading toward his execution—or the execution of their new relationship—and when he got to the front door, he paused before entering.

Scanning the hallway, he looked to his left, where their neighbor lived on the other side of the corridor, before he took a final glance back in the direction he’d come. Once he was satisfied there was no one about, he unlocked the door and headed inside.

The first thing he noticed upon entry was how quiet it was. Lately, when he’d arrived home from work, the TV was on and there was the sound of someone doing something or other in the living room or kitchen. But not this afternoon.

Right now, the place felt more like a library. The kind of space where you should tiptoe and whisper in case you offended whoever was inside—provided there was someone there to offend in the first place.

But that was just his paranoia creeping in again. Of course someone was inside—two someone’s, in fact. Julien had told him so, and when Priest stepped out of the short hallway, he spotted his husband immediately.

Julien was curled up on the couch with a blanket over his legs and his phone in hand, and the second Priest moved into view, Julien’s legs came out from under him and he got to his feet. He dropped the phone on the cushion beside him, and as the blanket fell from his lap, it crumpled to the soft rug without a sound.

Julien rushed around the couch and hurried over to Priest, and when he reached him, Julien took his face between his hands and pressed a hard kiss to his lips.

Mon Dieu, Joel,” Julien said. “I’ve been a mess worrying over you. I’m so glad you’re home.”

Priest wound his arms around Julien’s waist, anchoring himself to the man who understood him in ways Priest had never imagined possible. “You don’t know how much I needed to hear that.”

Julien trailed his fingers down the scruff on Priest’s cheek and frowned. “Was there really any doubt?”

Priest shut his eyes and let Julien soothe him in the way that only he could. His touch, his words, this man’s mere presence—they were all vital to Priest’s survival. Priest let go of Julien’s waist to cover the hand still cradling his cheek.

There were so many things he needed to say: “I’m sorry”or “You were right.I should’ve told Robert about this the second I found out.”But right then, all Priest could manage was: “There was no doubt. Not about you. Neverabout you.”

Julien’s eyes softened as Priest’s shifted over his husband’s shoulder to the closed door of their bedroom. “Is he still here?”

Oui.”

“I…” Priest paused as he searched for the words. “I wasn’t sure that he would be.”

“I wasn’t either,” Julien admitted, and when Priest locked eyes with him again, Julien added, “He’s been in there since we got home. Hasn’t said a word.”

“That was more than an hour ago.”

Julien nodded. “I know. But he made it very clear he wasn’t ready to talk about things yet.”

Not knowing what to say to that, Priest put his keys on the coffee table, and Julien placed a hand on his back.

“Listen, he’s processing right now. What he found out about Jimmy… It’s a lot, mon amour.”

“It’s more than that, Julien. You saw his face when he found out.”

Oui, I did. I also spoke to him in the car on the way home.”

“He thinks I lied to him. Doesn’t he?” When Julien didn’t reply, Priest ran a hand through his hair. “Fuck,” he said. “Fuck. I should’ve told him about all of this before he moved in.”

“And when should you have done that? At CRUSH? On our first date with him? Or maybe the second, when he had dinner here? I’m surethat would’ve made him feel right at home. There hasn’t been a good opportunity. You know that,” Julien reminded him, and touched his fingers to the sleeve of Priest’s jacket. “He just needs time to—”

“No,” Priest said, shaking his head. “Time gives people a chance to distort things. To make them doubt what they once believed. You and I know that better than anyone. I won’t have him doubting this. Doubting us, Julien. Not because of fucking Jimmy. I’m going to go and talk to Robert, and he’s going to listen, and then the three of us are going to sit down and discuss this.”

Something flashed in Julien’s expression, but instead of saying what was on his mind, he let go of Priest’s arm and said, “Okay.”

Priest narrowed his eyes in question, but Julien remained quiet. So Priest turned on his heel and headed toward their bedroom to track down their boyfriend and try to make things right again.

About Ella

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Some of her favorite authors include Tiffany Reisz, Kresley Cole, Riley Hart, J.R. Ward, Erika Wilde, Gena Showalter, and Carly Phillips.

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Bring Down the Stars by Emma Scott ~ Blog Tour w/ 5 Star Review & Excerpt!

I fell for Connor Drake. I didn’t want to; I fought against it, but I fell in love with him anyway. With his words. With his poetry. With him. The gentleness and beauty of his soul that speaks directly to mine. He writes as if he can feel my heart, hear its cadence and compose the exact right lyrics to accompany every beat and flow.

I’m in love with Connor…so why do I feel an inexplicable pull to his best friend, Weston? Grouchy, sullen, brooding Weston Turner, who could cut you down with a look. Fiercely intelligent with a razor sharp wit and acid tongue, he’s the exact opposite of Connor in every way, and yet there’s electricity in the air between us. The thorny barbs Weston wraps around himself can’t keep me away.

But the more time I spend with these men, the more tangled and confused my emotions become. When they both sign up for the Army Reserves during a time of increasing strife in the Middle East, I fear I’ll never unravel my own heart that sometimes feels as if it will tear straight down the middle…for both of them.

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Bring Down the Stars is an emotional, angst-filled novel of unrequited love by bestselling author, Emma Scott, and is inspired by the classic tale, Cyrano de Bergerac. (Roxanne) It is Book I in the Beautiful Hearts Duet, coming this summer. Book II, Long Live the Beautiful Hearts, to be released a few weeks later. #lovetriangle #confusedhearts #notamenage

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Review

Storyline: 5
Angst: 3
Tissue: 2
Value: 5
Panty Scorching: 5
Over All Rating: 5 Stars
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Reviewed by Robin

Autumn Caldwell has been burnt before so she’s determined to be a little more cautious this time around with her heart. Until she meets two best friends who couldn’t be more different. Weston is cautious with his emotions because he’s learned the hard way what it feels like when they are crushed. Connor with his easygoing, friendly personality hides a man who just wants approval from his family. Soon the two men cement a lifetime of loyalty but with Autumn in the picture, will this be the one thing that can break this friendship apart?

“I wondered if Autumn ever saw a sky like this in Nebraska.

I hoped she had. I hoped someday she’d see something like this. I wished I could give it to her.

I would bring down the stars for her…

I really don’t even know where to begin with this beautiful story. It’s not just about a love triangle but more about loyalty, friendship and sacrifice. Autumn is fortunate enough to meet two men. Two friends. And she has feelings for both personalities but there’s just something deeper when certain emotions are shared from one. She believes it’s one of the guys. The one she’s dating. But little does she know the other man is helping his friend out. It’s so heartbreaking that Wes doesn’t feel worthy of Autumn’s love and is willing to sacrifice what his heart feels for his best friend. He has a beautiful soul and Autumn catches glimpses of it at times. Connor isn’t as good with words. He’s a charmer and wins everyone over with a smile but Autumn is the first girl he’s ever wanted more with. We are left with an impossible situation where Autumn’s romantic sensibilities are being torn into two. Will their friendship survive the woman they both love or will neither end up with the girl?

This was my first Emma Scott story and it just about killed my poor little heart. I was literally sobbing at the end of this book. She pulled me into these characters and soul was just aching for them. I’m dying to know how it will end.

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Excerpt

I took the cement stairs into the library and entered the cool, hushed confines of the main reading room. None of the long mahogany desks with green-shaded lamps were empty. One of the university clubs had taken over two-thirds of the space. The rest of the tables were filled with students like me, trying to get a head start their course load.

I finally found an empty seat at the end of a table, opposite a blond guy engrossed in reading. His open backpack spilled books and papers into what I hoped could be my table territory.

“Excuse me,” I whispered. “Can I…?”

He looked up, his expression vaguely hostile. Piercing blue-green eyes set in a stunningly handsome, if angular, face met mine. High cheekbones, sharp chin and long straight nose. He looked chiseled out of smooth stone at first glance, then his features softened for a moment as his gaze swept over me. Something like recognition lit up his eyes, and I could see the gears of his brain turning as he studied, analyzed, and then came to a conclusion. Not a good one, I guessed, because his expression hardened again.

“Yeah, sure,” he muttered. He stood up, leaning his tall, slender frame over the table to corral the books back into his pack.

“Thanks,” I said, thinking if he wasn’t a basketball player or a runner, he was a model.

All right, girl, get a grip.

I sat, cracked my textbook and settled in to read. I wasn’t through two pages when the words blurred to nonsensical gibberish and my skin prickled with the sensation of being watched.

I glanced up, straight into the ocean eyes of the guy across from me. A million thoughts swirled in their soft depths before they quickly glanced down. He slouched lower in his chair, disappearing behind his book—the collected poems of Walt Whitman. Part of me wanted to melt. Good lord, a hot guy reading poetry? I was only human.

And this is how you wound up with a broken heart in the first place.

I must’ve been frowning at the book because the guy held it up and said, “Not a fan?”

I blinked back to reality. “No,” I said. “I mean, yes. I love Whitman. And poetry in general. I just… Never mind.”

He regarded me a long moment, then slowly closed Whitman and picked up Atlas Shrugged from his short stack of books.

“Ugh, that’s even worse,” I muttered without thinking, and then shook my head. “God, sorry, I left my filter at home. Don’t listen to me.”

His lip curled. “Is there anything in my collection you approve of?”

A hot, smart asshole, I thought. Game on.

“Sorry,” I said. “I’m not in a good mood today and it’s making me forget my manners. I’ll leave you to read your capitalist propaganda in peace.”

The guy’s eyebrows shot up, disappearing under the blond hair that fell across his brow. “Not a fan of Rand either?” He smirked knowingly. “No, of course you aren’t.”

My blood heated at his flippant tone. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

The guy nodded at my textbook—Global Responsibility and the Third-World Hunger Epidemic—and shrugged, as if that answered everything.

“Oh.” I frowned. “Well… yes. I mean, Rand’s point of view is purely capitalist and mine isn’t. Not by a long shot.”

The student sitting to my right exchanged glances with the girl sitting across from him. Then both packed up their books and left.

“We’re being disruptive,” I said to my across-table neighbor. “We need to stop talking now.”

He leaned back in his chair, his eyes intent on me. “So what’s your point of view?”

“My what?”

“You said your point of view isn’t capitalist.” He raised a brow. “So what is it?”

“Humanist, I suppose. Since you asked. I think everyone, regardless of race, creed, income-level, or sex should be granted the same shot as anyone else.” I raised a brow at him. “But you don’t?”

“Are you asking me or telling me?” he said with a slight chuckle. “Since we’re tossing labels around, I’m a realist.” He held up his book. “And not a fan of Rand either.”

“You’re not?” I leaned back too, crossing my arms. “Are you just messing with me or what?”

“Maybe,” he said. “What do you care what I think anyway?”

My mouth fell slack. “I don’t. Thanks for reminding me.”

“No problem.”

“Wow, you’re rude.”

“That’s the word on the street.”

“I can see why.” I lifted my own book up to signal conversation over, but my eyes wouldn’t focus. I could feel the hum of his presence like a field of electrical wires, getting under my skin and infiltrating my thoughts. The buzz went beyond distraction. It felt like a challenge had been laid down.

And I never walked away from a challenge.

I lowered my book to see the guy’s glance hide behind his book again.

“Well?” I demanded.

“Well what?”

Why are you watching me?

“Why are you reading Ayn Rand if you don’t like her either?”

“Required reading for an English Lit minor.”

“And your major? Let me guess, pre-law.”

“God, no,” he said.

I raised my eyebrows but he offered nothing more. “Are you going to make me run through Amherst’s list of majors until I guess which one is yours?”

“Yes,” he said. “Alphabetically, please.”

A laugh burst out of me against my will, and the guy almost smiled. Every one of his hard angles softened.

“Economics,” he said. “But I don’t know what I’m doing with it.”

“That feels like the most honest thing you’ve said to me so far,” I said.

“And that’s important to you?”

“Yes,” I said, my laughter dying away as I remembered Mark and that girl, naked in the bed I’d slept in just the night before. “Honesty is very important.”

He lifted one shoulder.

“You don’t agree?” I asked.

“Being honest is sometimes mistaken for being rude.”

“You must be really honest,” I said.

Again, he almost smiled. “Must be.”

Satisfied that I’d held my own against this beautiful but hostile member of the opposite sex, I went back to my book…for eight entire seconds before my skin started prickling again. The electric hum of his attention was impossible to ignore.

When I looked up this time, he didn’t look away but cleared his throat.

“I’m Weston Turner.”

Emma Scott is a bestselling author of emotional, character-driven romances in which art and love intertwine to heal, and in which love always wins. If you enjoy thoughtful, realistic stories with diverse characters and kind-hearted heroes, you will enjoy my novels.

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Dirty Headlines by L.J. Shen ~ Cover Reveal!

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“I laughed, I swooned, I sighed, I smiled and cheered for these two lonely souls. By far one of my favorite books of 2018!”
– Kate Stewart, Amazon bestselling author

Dirty Headlines, an all-new sexy, enemies-to-lovers romance from USA Today bestselling author L.J. Shen is coming September 7th!

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Dirty Headlines by L.J. Shen
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Publishing Date: September 7th, 2018
Cover designer: Letitia Hasser, RBA Designs
Model: Lucas Loyola
Photographer: Leandro Franco

Synopsis

Célian Laurent.

Manhattan royalty.

Notorious playboy.

Heir to a media empire.

…And my new boss.

I could have impressed him, if not for last month’s unforgettable one-night stand.

I left it with more than orgasms and a pleasant memory—namely, his wallet.

Now he’s staring me down like I’m the dirt under his Italian loafers, and I’m supposed to take it.

But the thing about being Judith “Jude” Humphry is I have nothing to lose.

Brooklyn girl.

Infamously quirky.

Heir to a stack of medical bills and a tattered couch.

When he looks at me from across the room, I see the glint in his eyes, and that makes us rivals.

He knows it.

So do I.

Every day in the newsroom is a battle.

Every night in his bed, war.

But it’s my heart at stake, and I fear I’ll be raising the white flag.

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L.J. Shen is an International #1 best-selling author of Contemporary Romance and New Adult novels. She lives in Northern California with her husband, young son and chubby cat.

Before she’d settled down, L.J. (who thinks referring to herself in the third person is really silly, by the way) traveled the world, and collected friends from all across the globe. Friends who’d be happy to report that she is a rubbish companion, always forgets people’s’ birthdays and never sends Christmas cards.

She enjoys the simple things in life, like spending time with her family and friends, reading, HBO, Netflix and internet-stalking Stephen James. She reads between three to five books a week and firmly believes Crocs shoes and mullets should be outlawed.

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Clueless (Pier 70 Novella) by Nicole Edwards

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Loved Pier 70, But Curious About Milly? Here is her story!

CLUELESS a Pier 70 Novella by Nicole Edwards

Release date: August 14, 2018




*Contemporary Romance

She’s not ready for commitment…
Milly Holcomb has a history with bad boys. She knows what they’re after, and she knows they’re only good for one thing: a night of wicked orgasms. When she met AJ, she had been prepared for that.

He wants all of her…
AJ Ballard knew from the moment he laid eyes on the feisty blond that she would be worth the wait. However, he hadn’t anticipated their wild nights of passion would result in more than either of them was prepared for.

Sometimes it’s just meant to be.

Hearts flutter when this snarky good girl realizes this sexy bad boy is more than she bargained for.

Will Milly and AJ give in to the attraction they’ve been battling since day one? Or — because of the consequences of their actions — will they simply have to settle for being the best parents they can be?
Publisher: Nicole Edwards Limited

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May 29, 2016
AJ Ballard stepped into the banquet room, his eyes searching the masses to find someone he recognized. There weren’t many, but he hadn’t expected there to be. He was his brother Hudson’s plus one at this shindig, which meant he was the odd man out.
It only took a minute to locate Hudson, who was standing by the wall, his eyes locked on someone across the way. With a grin, AJ headed for the bar and asked for two glasses of water. When the bartender passed them over, he offered his thanks, then marched over to the big, brooding man in the corner.
“Hey, bro. What’s up?”
Hudson’s eyes cut over to him briefly.
They’d boarded the ship roughly an hour before and rather than race down to join the festivities, AJ had opted for a shower. He fully expected this trip to be full of activities because Hudson had already told him Gannon’s best friend/assistant was in charge and she wasn’t one to have everyone sitting around on their thumbs. Being that he was hoping to get a little downtime out of this cruise, AJ figured he’d take it where he could.
And now here he was, in a room filled with strangers, all of them there to celebrate the upcoming nuptials of Cam Strickland and Gannon Burgess, who would be wed in just a few short days.
AJ held up the two glasses of water—he wasn’t much for drinking, and neither was his brother—allowing Hudson to take one.
“You good?” AJ cast a curious glance at his brother, wondering why the frown.
As usual, Hudson answered with a simple nod before sipping his drink. The man might’ve thought he could pull one over on AJ, but he knew better. His little brother—if thirty-five years old could be considered little—couldn’t hide shit from him. Especially not when it came to his interest in one particular blond Hudson worked with.
“So, where’s this boy toy of yours?” he asked just to get a rise out of Hudson.
It worked. His brother flipped him off. He hadn’t expected anything less. Considering his brother was mute and couldn’t speak, his hands did all his talking for him.
When it was obvious he wasn’t going to get anything more from Hudson, AJ grinned. “Okay, fine. My turn.” AJ’s gaze strayed across the room until he located the sexy blonde he’d noticed talking to Cam, the owner of the marina Hudson worked at, a few minutes ago. “Who’s the blonde? She single?”
Hudson’s head snapped toward him, his eyes widening as he quickly jerked his head from side to side. AJ got the distinct feeling he wasn’t answering, per se.
“What does that mean? She’s not single?”
After setting his glass on a nearby table, Hudson started signing a response. You do not want to mess with Milly.
“Milly, huh?” He peered over at her again, admiring the pretty blonde in the sexy red sundress that showcased her tanned legs and her toned arms. Her hair was piled up on her head in some fancy knot, and her eyes crinkled when she laughed. She was, by far, the most beautiful woman in the room. “Interesting name.”
He wondered what it was short for. Unless it was simply an off-the-wall nickname, there were only a few possibilities. Of course, he could only think of one, but the woman did not look like a Mildred. Not at all.
AJ turned back to his brother when Hudson punched him in the arm.
No, not interesting. Nothing about her is interesting. Leave her alone.
AJ laughed. “Since it seems to me that you’re trying to warn me away from her, I’m gonna assume she’s single.”
Not warning you away from her. Her away from you.
“Oh, come on.” It’d been a long damn time since a woman had caught his attention the way Milly had. For whatever reason, he couldn’t take his eyes off her. Every move she made seemed oddly erotic in nature, calling to him on a completely cellular level.
Now he had to figure out how to introduce himself without coming on too strong. If he was lucky, and she wasn’t too busy, perhaps they could spend some quality time together while they were stranded on this ship for the next seven days.
Hudson elbowed him, then signed: Seriously.
“I promise, I’ll be good,” AJ assured him. “Plus, it looks to me like you’ve got someone who could keep you pretty busy if you’d stop pretending you didn’t want to bang his brains out.”
AJ walked away on that note, not waiting to get a retort from Hudson. He knew his brother was fighting every urge inside him when it came to the man who worked alongside him at Pier 70. AJ had known for a while that Hudson was interested in Teague Carter, but for some reason, he was fighting it.
While Hudson might have all the time in the world to hold out, AJ didn’t. At the ripe young age of thirty-seven, AJ wasn’t getting any younger.
Figuring now was as good a time as any to congratulate the couple gearing up for their nuptials, AJ headed toward them.
Cam noticed him first, a smile on his face as AJ approached.
“Glad you could make it, AJ,” he greeted. “You’ve met Gannon.”
AJ shook Gannon’s hand. “Good to see you again.”
“Likewise,” Gannon stated. His face had a slight green tinge to it, and AJ had to wonder if he was experiencing motion sickness.
Cam continued, “And this is Gannon’s assistant, Milly Holcomb.”
“That’s all I am?” she said with a huff. “Here I was thinking I was his best friend, the one who keeps him in line, who ensures he goes where he needs to go when he needs to go there. And most importantly, the woman ultimately responsible for the two of you getting together.” Her eyes widened. “Shall I go on?”
Cam chuckled. “Not necessary.” He peered back at AJ. “AJ, this is Milly.”
Unable to resist, AJ turned his full attention on the beautiful, sassy blonde. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Milly.”
Her smile was radiant, transforming her from beautiful to downright gorgeous. Those ruby-red lips beckoned him to step closer, but he fought the urge. He’d just met her, after all.
“Likewise,” she said sweetly, a gleam in her bright blue eyes. “I hear you’re Hudson’s plus one?”
“That I am,” he admitted. “What kind of brother would I be if I refused to accompany him on a cruise to the Bahamas?”
“There are certainly worse things,” she teased.
True. When Hudson had originally asked, AJ thought for sure the man was kidding. But, come to find out, Hudson had been serious about bringing him along, so here he was.
“Is it your first time on a ship?” she asked.
Cam caught AJ’s eye, nodding his head as he took Gannon’s hand and slipped away while Milly was otherwise preoccupied.
“No,” AJ said seamlessly. “And hopefully not my last, either. I tend to go at least once every couple of years.”
“A man of the world?”
“You could say that,” AJ admitted with a smirk, enjoying the way Milly’s eyes casually raked over him.
“So you haven’t settled down yet?”
AJ grinned at her obvious fishing expedition. He hoped like hell that meant she was interested. “Nope. You?”
Milly waved a perfectly manicured hand, the color on her nails matching her dress and her lips. “Not a chance. I’m the kinda girl who ends up with the bad boy, and while it’s fun to entertain them, they’re always looking for the next best thing.”
AJ was suddenly grateful for the idiots in her past. Anyone who would pass her up had to be out of their mind.
And fine, AJ knew more about Milly than he would let on. Being that she was Gannon’s best friend, he’d heard plenty of stories about her in the past year. Since Cam and Gannon had hooked up, they’d spent quite a bit of time at the marina. Because his brother worked there, AJ spent as much time with Hudson as he could, and quite a few of those hours were on the lake. When AJ wasn’t out of town on business, that was. And during that time, he’d heard plenty about the feisty blonde.
Milly’s eyes shifted away from him. She’d just realized Cam and Gannon had slipped away. AJ made a mental note to thank them later.
“So, what does AJ stand for?”
“Aaron James,” he said simply. “And Milly? It’s short for…?”
“I’d tell you, but then I’d have to kill you,” she said, flashing her pearly white teeth.
He laughed. The girl had spunk. He liked that. “Have it your way,” he said with a grin. “But don’t blame me if I end up calling you something else during the heat of the moment.” He purposely looked away. “A decent turnout, yeah?”
Milly cleared her throat and it was followed by a soft laugh. He glanced her way and noticed her smiling. At least she hadn’t shot him down yet.
“So far, so good.” Her bright blue eyes locked on his face. “Looks as though all the important people have arrived.”
Was he included in that count? Did she consider him to be important? For something other than the wedding, maybe?
“Well, as much as I’d love to stay and chat,” she said with a one-thousand-megawatt smile, “I really do need to keep the grooms-to-be from wandering too far.”
AJ hated to let her leave, but he understood. “Well, I hope to see you again. Maybe I could buy you a drink. You know, when you’re not keeping everyone in line.”
“Maybe,” she said with a coy grin. “Better chance of that passionate moment that way.”
Her witty comeback made him laugh out loud. “Noted.”
She continued to smile. “It was great to finally meet you, AJ.”
AJ nodded, then watched as she turned to leave. When Milly glanced back over her shoulder, he ensured they made eye contact again. Although he’d expected this to be an interesting adventure, he damn sure hadn’t expected this little twist.
And he hoped like hell he’d have the opportunity to get to know Milly more during the trip. A whole lot more.
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The Left Side of Perfect & The Right Side of Forever by Meghan Quinn ~ Cover Reveal!

 

The Left Side Of Perfect – Release Day – August 30

For better or for worse,’til death do us part . . .

The better captured me; she’s who stole my heart.

And made me realize I couldn’t live without this woman.

The worse of her took my breath away–kicked me when I was down and twisted me into a million knots.

When I first met her, I thought she was someone I would never see again.

The second time I ran into her, it was a random coincidence.

The third?

I didn’t know it at the time, but she was the girl I was going to marry.

But life isn’t always perfect. You have to take the better and the worse–even if it means giving her up, having her slip between your fingers, and letting her walk away.

I’m getting married.

This is forever, ’til death do us part.

 

 

The Right Side Of Forever – Release Day August 31

In sickness and in health, to love and to cherish . . .

It sounds so simple, to love someone unconditionally.

To give them your heart.

So why is she slowly eating away at my soul with every unanswered phone call, every unread text, and every door left unopened?

She said yes, and yet, in order for her to be with me . . . I need to let her go.

 

 

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Once she started commuting for an hour and twenty minutes every day to work for three years, she began to have conversations play in her head, real life, deep male voices and dainty lady coos kind of conversations. Perturbed and confused, she decided to either see a therapist about the hot and steamy voices running through her head or start writing them down. She decided to go with the cheaper option and started writing… enter her first novel, Caught Looking.

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Don’t Go There by Missy Johnson ~ Release Blitz w/ 4.5 Star Review & Excerpt!

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Title: Don’t Go There
Series: Awkward Love #5
Author: Missy Johnson
Genre: Romance
Release Date: August 14, 2018
Blurb
Vodka
should come with a warning:
Mixing with Karaoke will make you do stupid shit, like sing that song you wrote
when you were fourteen, about the boy who broke your heart.

At least he didn’t see it.

Oh wait. He did.

I should’ve just stayed home. The only reason I came was to stop Lily from
doing something stupid, like crash her ex-boyfriend’s wedding.

When I open my hotel room door to find Adam standing there, that sexy smirk
tells me he’s hasn’t changed. He’s still the same arrogant asshole who made my
childhood hell.

He insists on driving us home, and while he’s the last person I want to be
around, he and I both know it’s a bad idea for Lily to be anywhere near that wedding.

I’m on the road trip from hell with my heartbroken cousin, and the one guy I
can’t stand.

What was I thinking?

 

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Panty Scorching – 3
Angst – 3
tissues – 0
Storyline – 4
Value – 4.5
Overall – 4.5
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Reviewed by Ladyballs

This book had me laughing out loud the whole freaking time. It was chock full of witty one liners, quick banter and more then one hilarious predicament!!!

Katie is suckered into a trip with one of her best friends Lily to go to Vegas for a few days. Little did she know she would run into Adam, a boy from school that teased and tortured her in grammar school. Furthermore, she finds out that Lily’s ex boyfriend is in Vegas to get married and that is why Lily dragged her here. And naturally, Julian’s best friend is ADAM!! What a mess!!!

The storyline would have been great on its own but throw into the mix the real reason Adam is there and it’s hilarious (even a bit far fetched) but it somehow works. LOL. Adam and Katie are two of the funniest characters I have read in a long time.

Does Lily ever get to talk to Julian? What does she need to talk to him about that is so urgent? Will Katie forgive Adam for the bullying and secrets from when they were younger? What is Adam hiding?

All of these questions are wrapped up by the end of the book and I was truly sad to get to the last page. A great beach read for the summer and even better for the winter coming curled up by a fire. Definitely recommend this book!

Excerpt
It’s five
in the morning and I’m still awake. I’m bordering on delirium, because I’m so tired, but I just can’t get to sleep.
I’ve tried listening to music, clearing my mind, counting backward … nothing is
working.
There’s still one thing I haven’t tried
I hold my
breath, listening to the sound of his breathing as I creep my hand under the
blankets and down over my stomach. I freeze when he stirs, but he doesn’t wake
up. My heart pounds as I focus on the sound of his breathing and nothing else.
My body tenses
as a part my legs, just enough to slide a finger along my entrance. I hold my
breath, the air catching my throat, then I quickly exhale as I slide a finger
inside myself. I close my eyes and concentrate as I massage my clit, trying so
hard not to make a sound.
What would it feel like to kiss him?
I sigh,
imagining his lips brushing over mine, while I rake my hands over that thick,
uneven stubble. I swallow, my pussy aching as I tease myself, imagining my
fingers sliding over his muscular chest.
I work
myself faster and harder as my body reacts. The soft lapping of my finger
sounds a thousand times louder than it really is. I gasp as my finger slides
deeper inside me. I want to scream, but I can’t, so I force the sound back down
my throat and ride the last of my climax out in total silence, all while still
imagining his hands on me. It’s torture and bliss at the same time.
Holy fuck.
I stare at
the ceiling, unable to do anything other than lie there, listening to my heart
pounding in my chest. I kick off the blankets, my skin all hot and sweaty. Then
I smile and swallow a giggle. That was incredible. I’ve never experienced a
rush quite like that before.
Snuggling
into my pillow, I sigh. I’m so close to asleep …
And then I
hear that familiar chuckle.
Fuck.
I hold my
breath, not trusting myself to do anything other than lie there and panic. I
slowly relax when he doesn’t react. He’s asleep. It’s fine. I imagined it. I
breathe out and then close my eyes. Just as I finally feel like I’m going to
fall asleep, his sleepy voice cuts through the silence. I lie there, holding my
breath, my eyes wide open.
“Feels good
to be naughty, doesn’t it, Katie?”
His sleepy
voice cuts through the silence. I don’t answer, because I can’t.
“Next time you
do that? I’ll be participating.”
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three-year-old daughter, two cats, two dogs and turtle.  When she’s not writing, she can usually be
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Richer Than Sin by Meghan March ~ Review Blitz w/ Dual Reviews by Robin and Lindsey

 

From New York Times bestselling author Meghan March comes a brand new saga of forbidden love and second chances.

A Riscoff and a Gable can never live happily ever after. Our family feud is the stuff of legends.

Ten years ago, Whitney Gable caught me off guard with her long legs and grab-you-by-the-balls blue eyes.

I didn’t know or care what her name was.

Like any Riscoff worth the family name, I went after what I wanted. We burned like a flash fire until she married another man.

She hates me, and she should.

I objected on her wedding day.

Now she’s home, with those same long legs and man-eater stare, but there’s no ring on her finger.

They say a Riscoff and a Gable can never live happily ever after . . . but I’m not done with Whitney Gable.

I’ll never be done with her.

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Storyline: 5
Angst: 3
Tissue: 0
Value: 5
Panty Scorching: 5
Over All Rating: 4 Stars
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Riscoffs and Gables just can’t be together. They are like oil and water and this family feud dates back for over a century. But when Whitney Gable caught Lincoln Riscoff’s eye…they lit the sheets on fire. They promised they would stay with each other despite the obstacles but then she married her ex-boyfriend. But now she’s back. And Lincoln isn’t quite done with her.

“…why was I even tiptoeing toward the grand staircase to meet him?

Because I’m dick-struck. That was all. It was good sex. Great sex. I was hooked on what he could do in bed. I nodded my head like I was agreeing with myself when I knew it was all bullshit. I was getting in too deep. I felt things I shouldn’t feel.”

I love a good ol’ fashion family feud. And I loved the girl Lincoln first met. Whitney was a spitfire. But then she changed. And I missed her feistiness. She’s known for being the strong one in her family but I didn’t feel that and it made me sad. And Lincoln…don’t get me started. I loved that he was going to stand up to his family and be with the woman he loved. But then he sort of drove me a bit crazy too. It was maddening. I still have high hopes that these two characters work out their kinks for me. I love the premise and am counting down to see what happens in book two. I have so many theories over what’s going on. I love a good conspiracy too so I’ve spun some farfetched ideas in my head. Just throwing them around in my brain.

Everything that Meghan March writes I just love so I know as this trilogy unfolds I’m going to get sucked right in so hard it hurts. I want to see Lincoln and Whitney just say nah nah boo boo to their families and kick butt and take names.

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Angst 3
Tears 0
Value 3.5
Storyline 3
Panty Scorching 3
Overall Rating 3.5
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Reviewed by Lindsey

To be honest up front and have full disclosure, I’m still on the fence with this book. Extremely well written. Great flow of the story. I just had a hard time relating to the main characters. The secondary ones had me more in my feels than the hero and heroine. But, I think that’s just because it felt very Hatfield and McCoy to me. So much tension and things unfolding with the past that I was like dang, there’s MORE!? I know its supposed to be more modern day Romeo and Juliette, I just didn’t get that vibe yet. That ending though! I was seriously like WTF!? I knew there was a twist coming but wasn’t expecting that in the least. Definitely need to know what happens next and hopefully I can find a connection with the characters a little better.

Overall it was a good read and had me wondering what was to come. Which is always good! I look forward to more.

lindsey

 

Guilty until proven innocent.

That’s the way the world works, right?

I’m tired of being convicted without evidence, all because my last name is Gable.

The Riscoffs might own this town, but I’m done following their rules.

If only I could forget just how easily Lincoln Riscoff can drag me under his spell.

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Whitney Gable is the kind of woman you fight to the death to protect.

To keep.

To cherish.

I’ve finally learned my lesson, and it’s time to prove I’m the man who’s worthy of her.

I don’t care what it takes, because failure is not an option.

No matter who or what stands in our way—this time, she’ll be mine forever

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A New York Times, #1 Wall Street Journal, and USA Today bestselling author of over twenty novels, Meghan March has been known to wear camo face paint and tromp around in woods wearing mud-covered boots, all while sporting a perfect manicure. She’s also impulsive, easily entertained, and absolutely unapologetic about the fact that she loves to read and write smut. Her past lives include slinging auto parts, selling lingerie, making custom jewelry, and practicing corporate law. Writing books about dirty talking alpha males and the strong, sassy women who bring them to their knees is by far the most fabulous job she’s ever had.

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