The White Room by C.M. Albert ~ Release Blitz w/ Review & Excerpt

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 Title: The White Room
Author: C.M. Albert
Genre: Steamy Contemporary Romance
Publisher: Flower Work Press
Cover Designer: Alivia Anders of White Rabbit Book Designs
Editor: Erin Servais of Dot and Dash LLC
Publication Date: April 17th, 2018
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Blurb

“What we do behind closed doors reveals the naked truth of who we really are.”

The rules are simple:
No Names.
No Commitments.
Two hours.

They’re put into place to protect us—exclusive clients lucky enough to afford the cost of playing. But everyone knows some rules are made to be broken. When hearts and bodies collide, even the best intentions slip away…exposing the real reasons why we seek the White Room in the first place. Will the White Room set you free? Step inside and find yourself.

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Review

Angst 0
Tears 0
Value 4
Storyline 3
Panty Scorching 5
Overall Rating 3.5
Kindle eArc provided by Author
Reviewed by Lindsey

I’m not sure where to really start here. I really enjoyed the idea of the book. The White Room had me all excited. And I still was in some ways after reading it. There being so many different characters and almost insta love kinda stumped me a bit. There were definitely characters I enjoyed more than others and honestly you could skip them and not miss out a lot on the storyline at all. I felt like I didn’t get much story at all until the end of the book. The last five chapters or so maybe.

If you are looking for quick and dirty…well yeah, you’re in the right spot. But if you are looking for a book with a ton of story and a lot of angst, I don’t think this is it. However, at the end of the book there was a hint at things to come with the characters I liked best. I will definitely be reading that because I was intrigued with them so much. Not a bad read at all, just wasn’t really what I thought it was going to be.

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Excerpt

Exclusive White Room Excerpt from USA Today Bestselling Author C.M. Albert

“Stand for me, Wendy,” he commanded. Her sundress dropped to the ground and Asher took in the shape and delicate curves of her body as she stood before him, completely bare except for her long double strand of pearls. “My God, you are beautiful.”

Vironica stepped out of her sundress and kicked it gently to the side. She ran her hands down her chest, over her pert breasts, and to her stomach. It was slightly curved from the birth of her daughter, but she was trim, fit for her age. Her legs were long, and made to look longer in her high-heeled wedge sandals with complicated straps running up her taut calf muscles.

“Dear God, please leave those on,” Asher said, pulling her close. “Those, the pearls, and that fucking sexy braid are going to give way to many fantasies long after today,” he growled.

Her lips curved into a knowing smile. “A woman has to have a secret weapon or two,” she murmured. “But one of us is overdressed,” she said, wetting her mouth with her soft pink tongue as it slid over her full lips.

She tugged at Asher’s baby blue tie, loosening it and sliding it out from under the starched white collar of his button-up shirt. “Don’t you look adorable in your derby finest,” she said, eyeing his frame appreciatively. “You come from good stock.”

She smoothed her fingers up and down his biceps after she dropped his tie to the sofa. He leaned over to pick it up. “Not so fast, Wendy. I have something in mind for this.”

She rubbed her naked body against him and shivered. “Tell me what you want to do with it,” she whispered before finding his mouth. She bit playfully at his lower lip, her hands trailing up the hard muscles that lay beneath his crisp white dress shirt.

He grabbed both of her wrists and held them in one of his large hands. “First,” he said slowly, wrapping the tie around her wrists and securing them, “I am going to tie this so your hands are bound.” He yanked the tie to tighten the knot he’d formed. Her wrists weren’t going anywhere. “Then, I’m going to pick you up, bring you to the bed, and have my dirty way with you. Do you understand me, Mrs. Mason?”

About the Author

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USA Today Best Selling Author C.M. Albert writes heartwarming romances that are both “sexy and flirty, sweet and dirty!” Her writing infuses a healthy blend of humor, inspiration, and romance. She’s a sucker for a good villain but is a die-hard believer in everlasting love. In her spare time, she and her husband wrangle their two kids and enjoy spending time outdoors. When not writing or kid wrangling, C.M. Albert is also a Certified Medical Reiki Master, chocolate chip cookie aficionado, kindness ambassador, and seeker of naps.

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The Hardest Fall by Ella Maise ~ Blog Tour w/ Review & Excerpt

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The Hardest Fall, an all new tantalizing contemporary romance by Ella Maise is NOW LIVE!

Synopsis

The first time you meet someone, you make eye contact. You smile, say hello. Should be simple, if you’re anyone but me. The first time I met Dylan Reed, I found myself making eye contact with a different part of his body. You see, I’m very good at being shy, not to mention extremely well-versed in rambling nonsense and, unfortunately, rather highly skilled at making a fool of myself in front of a guy I’m attracted to.

At the time, I knew nothing about him and thought none of what I said would matter since I’d never speak to him again. Turns out, I was very wrong. He was the star wide receiver of the football team, one of the few players expected to make it into the NFL, and I ended up seeing him all over campus.

I might have also propositioned him, run away from him, attacked him with a cooking utensil…and…uh, maybe I shouldn’t tell you all of it. It’s pretty normal stuff, things you’d expect…from me. Eventually, the time came when I couldn’t hide anymore—not that he’d have let me even if I tried.

Before now, he never knew I was secretly watching him. Now that we see each other every day, he knows when I have a hard time looking away. It doesn’t help that I’m not the most subtle person in the world either.

He smiles at me and tells me he finds me fascinating because of my quirks. I can’t even tell him that I think my heart beats differently whenever he’s around.

He thinks we’re going to be best friends. I think I have a big thing for him, and the more I get to know him, the more I don’t care that I’m not allowed to be his friend, let alone fall for him.

The thing is, that’s exactly what I’m doing—what we’re doing, I think.

Falling.

Hard.

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Review

Panty Scorching – 1
Angst – 2
tissues – 0
Storyline – 3.5
Value – 3.5
Overall – 3.5
Kindle eArc provided by Author
Reviewed by Ladyballs

Need to ask a question…did you ever read a book and it seems too “wordy”? I know, I know what your thinking but it’s an actual thing! Four pages to try to make a point, inner monologues that last for pages with an actual spoken sentence here and there…just too wordy. No actions, no scenes, just thinking and pondering and explaining. Well, for me, that is what the first almost half of this book was. Just too damn wordy and not enough action. It could have taken half the time to set up the storyline and background than what it did. The first half was a little slow and to be honest I skimmed a lot and didn’t miss much.

It’s a college romance book that takes place over most of the 4 years of college. Dylan, who is the hot, alpha, is on his way to the NFL (jock, manwhore, yadda yadda yadda) I really did like him! Zoe is the quiet, shy, nerdy, pizza eating girl next door type who catches Dylan’s eye. After a few fateful and semi funny run ins these two find themselves roommates. Zoe is hiding a pretty big secret which leads Dylan to make wrong assumptions about her. I seriously thought the storyline was a good idea. There just was not enough content in the first half of the book and too much crammed in and rushed in the last half. This book could have been a great read but for me was just ok.

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Excerpt

I stopped speaking when Dylan’s gloved hand—his huge gloved hand—cupped my cheek and gently tilted my face up. The world around me slowed down, and I stood still. I swear to you, I watched his eyes roam my face in slow motion.

“I like having your eyes on me, Zoe.”

I managed to force a nervous smile. His thumb moved on my cheek, rendering me…basically completely helpless.

Forgetting myself, forgetting where we were, I whispered, “I like watching you.”

His tongue peeked out and touched his lower lip. “I know.”

Oh, Dylan, why did you do that?

“I meant I like watching you—liked watching you play tonight. I didn’t mean it to sound like I like watching you when you’re not playing. I definitely wouldn’t watch you if you were just standing there, or I don’t know…I wouldn’t watch you when you’re working out, and I would never watch you if you were—”

“You know why I like watching you?”

The question shut me up pretty quickly, which was probably for the best; who knew what else I would spew out.

“Because I can’t take my eyes away from you. Everything else…it all disappears, and…”

And… And…

“And?”

I tried my best not to look eager for his answer—or let’s say not too eager, because there was no way he couldn’t tell I was very interested and invested in hearing what he was about to say.

He let out a heavy breath and decided not to finish that particular sentence. I’d seen it in his eyes, a slight change, there and gone.

Goddammit!

About Ella

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I’m a big dreamer. And that’s how it all started for me, really. Reading and dreaming. I love nothing more than to escape real life to find those very few magical moments in a book. I love how it has the power of stealing your worries away, putting a smile on your face even when smiling is the last thing on your mind. Crushing on fictional characters is also another bonus. Through my words, if I can manage to make even one-person smile, it means I’ve done my job well.

Writing became my world and I can’t imagine myself doing anything other than creating new characters and telling their stories. You know how some things simply makes your heart burst with happiness? A really good book, a puppy, hugging someone you’ve been missing like crazy? That’s what writing does to me. And all the hard work, all the sleepless nights, all the anxiety that comes with publishing…everything is worth it at the end.

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Bloodlines by M.N. Forgy ~ Release Blitz w/ 5 Star Review!

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Synopsis

I’m Mac, the Intel guy of the Sin City Outlaws motorcycle club. When it comes to technology, there’s no reading between the lines or emotions to decipher. I prefer two interactions with people. I either fuck them or kill them. There’s no confusion between a woman gasping when I thrust into her, or someone gasping for their last breath of air while I squeeze their neck.

Then Simone Ray walks into my life with sad brown eyes, beautiful lips, and pregnant with a child that could possibly share the same bloodline of a fallen brother’s.
I’m the last person that should play daddy. I’m a biker and am no role model, but being with a woman who is anything but basic and far from a club chick, stirs a wind of chaos that I can’t escape.

I was ordered to protect her…

Falling in love with a woman and a child that’s not even mine was the last thing I saw happening.

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Review

Angst 4
Tears 2
Value 5
Storyline 5
Panty Scorching 4
Overall Rating 5
Kindle eArc provided by Author
Reviewed by Lindsey

Forgy does it again!!! She takes me on a journey with her words and doesn’t let go until she’s finished ripping my heart out and putting it back together. There’s something to be said about her biker books…they are effin’ amazing!

Mac and Simone won me over big time. They had a slow burn type of relationship and when it took off…hot damn! I loved their story. And Mac…omg. Swooooonnnnn!

Forgy, you get it, girl! I loved it!

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About M.N. Forgy

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M.N. Forgy was raised in Missouri where she still lives with her family. She’s a soccer mom by day and a saucy writer by night. M.N. Forgy started writing at a young age but never took it seriously until years later, as a stay-at-home mom, she opened her laptop and started writing again. As a role model for her children, she felt she couldn’t live with the “what if” anymore and finally took a chance on her character’s story. So, with her glass of wine in hand and a stray Barbie sharing her seat, she continues to create and please her fans.

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Too Much Information by Missy Johnson ~ Release Blitz w/ Review and Excerpt!

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Title: Too Much Information
Series: Awkward Love #3
Author: Missy Johnson
Genre: Romance
Release Date: April 16, 2018 

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We’ve all been there.

One minute, you’re sprawled out on your bed, minding our own business and the next you’re lying in the back seat of your best friend’s car as she races you to the ER.

And not the closest one either.

No. You’re headed to the one fifty miles farther out, because the one five minutes away is where you start your residency next week.

So there you are, lying in cubical nine, hoping like hell that the doctor about to examine you isn’t young, sexy or male.

Of course he’s all three.

Telling him about the clitmaster7000 I have lodged inside me is by far the single most embarrassing moment of my life.

Discovering he’s my brother’s new roommate is even worse.

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REVIEW

Panty Scorching – 2
Angst – 2
tissues – 0
Storyline – 4
Value – 4
Overall – 4
Kindle eArc provided by Author
Reviewed by Ladyballs

This book started out hysterical…I mean like laugh out loud, tears coming out of my eyes, my stomach was hurting hysterical. Luke and Laura…was the author a former General Hospital fan or am I just showing my age? LOL Anyway, Luke and Laura. Laura is a resident doctor, not much of a social life so to speak and has a hilarious best friend Becca, a brother Matt and sister in law. She leads a normal, quiet life until she finds herself in one of the most hysterical positions and I mean POSITIONS!

Long story short, she has to go to the emergency room. Not hers but one that is nowhere near her house or town. LOL It’s here under the most embarrassing and humiliating circumstances that she meets Luke, the doctor. He tries to add comedy to the situation to ease her a bit but Laura is beyond being consoled. She literally wishes the world would open up and swallow her. The time these two spend together trying to “fix” her situation was comedy gold!

As luck would have it when Laura turns up at a dinner party and guess who is there? Coincidentally, her brother knows Luke and the hits keep coming with more comedy gold during this interlude. As the story continues, Luke and Laura’s lives keep intertwining. It truly seems like fate is pushing these two together and this is where the comedy abruptly ends.

Laura has a secret. I mean a major secret that she hasn’t told Luke. There just never seems like the right time although she is prepared to tell him many times. Meanwhile Luke’s past comes back to chase him down. There are so many moving parts at this point and what started out as a lighthearted, humorous story took a more somber turn. It wasn’t that it wasn’t good..it was. I just was on such a fun high and it slowly lost humor and by the end it wasn’t what I expected. But the fun part was great while it lasted!

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EXCERPT

Becca pounds on the door just as orgasm number six tapers off. I can barely move by this point, but I made it to the door to unlock it before number six and that’s the main thing. Now all I need is for her to get this thing out of me.

“It’s me,” she calls out. “Are you going to let me in?”

“It’s open,” I manage to get out.

She walks in, her eyes widening at the sight of me hunched over the couch, thighs clenched, rocking back and forth on the floor. At least I’m not naked. I managed to half squirm my way into a dress that I found lying on the floor in my room—though I must look a mess—with only one arm through the hole and the skirt bunched up around my waist. Now that I think about it, I’m not sure why I even bothered. She sprints over to me, crouching down beside me.

“Jesus, are you okay?” She glares at me as I let out a strangled sob. “Tell me what’s wrong?” she says. She looks me over, her eyes wide with concern. “Were you attacked? Did someone break in and rape you? Talk to me, Laura. Should I be calling an ambulance? The police?” Her dark eyes study mine as I struggle to form words to answer any of her questions. “For God’s sake, Laura. Say something.”

“No ambulance,” I mutter.

I groan and clamp my legs together, gasping as my body begs for relief. This is a nightmare. I point to the bedroom, where the box is still lying on the bed. Becca stalks through to my room, returning a few seconds later with the box in her hands. Her eyes widen, to the point where they’re nearly ready to fall out of her head.

“No fucking way,” she hisses.

I nod, sweat pouring out of places I didn’t know sweat could form. She clasps her hands over her mouth and stifles her laughter, before quickly kneeling down next to me.

“What do you want me to do? Dig it out? I’ll do that for you,” she says as I glare at her. “Wait… I should’ve asked before offering. Front or back?”

“Becca,” I growl, my voice high noting at the end.

“What? I’m sorry, it was a legitimate question,” she cries, holding her hands up in defense. “You know I don’t handle poop. How on earth did you manage to get it stuck in there in the first place?” she asks, shaking her head.

“Can we discuss this later, after it’s been removed from my vagina?” I beg her.

“Yes, yes, I’m sorry. Okay, let’s get you down to my car.”

“Car?” I say, alarmed. “What happened to you offering to help me—”

“You seriously want me digging around in there like I’m looking for loose change down the back of the couch?” she asks seriously. Then she giggles, but she stops when she sees my expression. “Sorry. Disturbing mental image. You understand this is pushing the friendship boundaries, right?”

I nod weakly. Oh, I understand it, all right.

She sighs and helps me climb up properly onto the couch while I try to steady myself as my body begins to convulse. God, not again. I wipe a layer of sweat off my forehead and rock back and forth, riding out the orgasm as I whimper into the cushion. Then I gasp, clenching my thighs again, until it passes.

“You’re coming already? But I haven’t even worked my magic hands on you yet,” she jokes, flexing her fingers. “Hey, do you have any kitchen gloves, or—”

“Just get it out,” I beg her.

“Fine,” she grumbles as she gets down onto her knees. She lifts up the skirt of my dress and peers between my legs. “Hey, you smell really good. What kind of body wash do you use?”

Becs.”

“Right, sorry,” she mutters. “Focus.”

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 Missy lives in a small town in Central Victoria with her husband, and her confused pets (a dog who think she’s a cat, a cat who thinks he’s a dog…you get the picture).

When she’s not writing, she can usually be found looking for something to read.

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The Real by Kate Stewart ~ Blog Tour w/ 5 Star Review and Excerpt!

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Contemporary Romance
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Blurb

They say it happens when you least expect it.

It did for me.

It started the moment I saw the simple message pop up on my computer screen:

Cameron’s Mac: Hi.

And when I met the eyes of the gorgeous man messaging me from across the coffee shop, I never thought my reply would lead to the most intense, sexual, and passionate relationship of my life.

We both agreed to check our bags at the door and put our future hopes and aspirations on the table.

It worked.

I fell in love with his no holds barred attitude, sexy smirk, and undeniably good heart . . . and for a while we forgot about our baggage. We happily tripped over it to get to the other, neither of us willing to show the contents of our pasts in the off chance it could ruin us.

We built our love on a foundation of gray.

It was life in black and white that threatened to tear us apart.

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Review

Angst 4
Tears 1
Value 5
Storyline 5
Panty Scorching 4
Overall Rating 5
Kindle eArc provided by Author
Reviewed by Lindsey

Well well well. I simply don’t think I can handle another one of Kate’s books without doing a little squeal when I finish it. This book was amazing. I loved the flow of it. The storyline is completely unique and not something I have read time and time again. I fell in love with the blurb knowing that it would be an epic story…I was right.

The chemistry with the characters is insane. So so so insane. I fell for them immediately on their own. Not just together. Kate took real issues, brought them to light, and melted my heart. I cried happy tears, sad tears, and angry ones too. So worth it!!!

Kate is brilliant with her story telling and I cant wait for her next book!

lindsey

 

Excerpt

Cameron’s Mac: Hi.

I looked above my laptop and took a deep breath before I accepted his invitation.

Abbie’s Mac: Hi.

Abbie, he’s going to wear your skin! I tried to ignore my inner voice.

Cameron’s Mac: I saw you with the homeless guy.

Abbie’s Mac: Ok?

He took a sip out of his Real Men Love Pomeranians mug and shrugged before he typed.

Cameron’s Mac: So, that was nice of you. Most people in the city just walk on by.

Abbie’s Mac: Oh. Most people do walk past Bennie. But he’s different and I’m not most people.

He lifted a brow and bit his lip.

Cameron’s Mac: I see that.

Cameron’s Mac: Want to have your next cup with me?

Say yes, say yes! It’s only coffee!

Abbie’s Mac: No, thank you.

You idiot.

His brows drew tight with his frown.

Cameron’s Mac: Sure? How about some breakfast?

My pulse raced with the memory of my last reaction to that type of attention and the consequences, and I answered without another thought.

Abbie’s Mac: No, thanks.

His chuckle was deep and covered me, even across the space between us. He bit his full bottom lip as he typed, his smirk still intact.

Fuck. Me. Damn it, Abbie!

Cameron’s Mac: Well, I guess today is not my day.

Abbie’s Mac: That’s all you’ve got?

I had no clue why I sent that message . . . why I was bothered that he didn’t try harder. Just that fucking smirk. It was sexy as hell.

He read my message and shrugged as he typed.

Cameron’s Mac: You seem to enjoy coffee. I don’t have an agenda. You’re beautiful, I noticed. I wanted to drink coffee with you. You said no. I’m going to scrape up the rest of my pride now and head out.

He closed his laptop and stood while I deflated. Damn it. He was being nice. Since when are guys just . . . nice?

Am I a man hater? Have I become that woman?

I spoke up as he slipped his computer into a worn leather bag.

“I’m sorry,” I offered in quick apology. “I was expecting some horrible line or screwed up proposition. The web, messaging, anything that has to do with technology has been hazardous for me. I’ve seen enough unsolicited dick pics for a lifetime. I was just being cautious.” And that was the truth. But I’d said it aloud in verbal vomit. Did I really say “dick pics” out loud?

He chuckled again as he looked down at me from where he stood, then grinned.

“Today isn’t the right day.” The husky baritone of his voice matched the silky hue of his eyes, which seemed to darken as he looked me over.

“No?” I asked in a whisper as I sized up his six-foot-plus frame and imagined the possibilities.

“No,” he said. “Maybe we can not have coffee again sometime?”

He’d tapped out with a simple ‘no’ from me. He couldn’t have been that interested in the first place.

I couldn’t deny the disappointment welling up in my ovaries.

Okay.” I lifted the last syllable when he didn’t press further.

Cameron pulled out his wallet and set some money on his table then walked over to mine and did the same.

“At least let me buy your next cup.”

After setting the bills down, he stood over me briefly and I caught his scent—purely masculine. I inhaled as much as I could without being obvious. He didn’t smell like a psycho.

Cameron picked up his man–bag while I pictured running my fingers through his messy, inches thick, dark-brown hair.

Don’t let him leave. Tell him you aren’t that big of a bitch. But that would seem desperate. You aren’t desperate. But you are horny. Omg, are you horny??

As if reading my thoughts, I caught another flash of his teeth and had to bite my cheek to keep my reaction in check.

“I’ll see you.”

“Yeah, see you. And thanks,” I said to his retreating back, an octave louder than necessary. “For the coffee,” I added. Outside the window, Cameron bent and exchanged words with Bennie before sticking some cash in his hand.

Well, Abbie. Guess you’ll just have to wait until the next time you roll out of bed and a beautiful man hits on you. Should happen again, you IDIOT!

Once again, my hesitance had cost me. And I couldn’t help but feel like this time it cost me big.

Sagging into my seat, I continued to stare in his direction, watching those broad shoulders walk out of my life.

 

 

About the Author

Kate Stewart lives in Charleston, S.C. with her husband, Nick, and her naughty beagle, Sadie. A native of Dallas, Kate moved to Charleston three weeks after her first visit, dropping her career of 8 years, and declaring it her creative muse. Kate pens messy, sexy, angst-filled contemporary romance as well as romantic comedy and erotic suspense because it’s what she loves as a reader. A lover of all things ’80s and ’90s, especially John Hughes films and rap, she dabbles a little in photography, can knit a simple stitch scarf for necessity only and does a horrible job of playing the ukulele. Aside from running a mile without collapsing, traveling is the only other must on her bucket list. On occasion, she does very well at vodka.

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Chaser by Kylie Scott ~ Blog Tour w/ Review & Excerpt

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Chaser

CHASER
A Dive Bar Novel
By Kylie Scott
Release Day: April 17, 2018

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SYNOPSIS

Given his well-earned bad boy reputation, Eric is having a tough time scoring.. When single Jean moves to town, she seems heaven sent by the sex gods. Only problem is, she not only wants nothing to do with him, but it turns out that she’s pregnant.

Starting over in a small town, Jean is determined to turn her wild lifestyle around and be the kind of mother she always wished she’d had. Since local bar owner and all round hottie, Eric Collins, is now determined to steer clear of her pregnant self, it should be easy. When she goes into labour during a snow storm and her car slides on some ice, it’s Eric who comes to the rescue.

There seems to be a bond between them now, but is it enough? And can Eric give up his manwhore ways to be the man Jean needs?

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REVIEW

Storyline: 5
Angst: 1
Tissue: 0
Value: 5
Panty Scorching: 5
Over All Rating: 4.25 Stars
Kindle eArc provided by Netgalley
Reviewed by Robin

Bartender Eric Collins has been getting a rough time from his friends lately about his bad boy ways. Deciding it’s perhaps time to settle down, he turns his eyes to new girl Jean. But there’s one issue. She’s pregnant. Not sure if he is ready for all of that, Eric tries to be just friends but things still seem to drawing them together. Will Eric be able to be the man that Jean deserves?

“Obviously tired and in pain, she was still so damn pretty propped up on the hospital bed with her baby in her arms. The most perfect thing I’d ever seen.

And my heart hurt. It fell swollen and sore like it was about to explode. Maybe I was experiencing cardiac arrest or something. If so, totally in the right place.”

What a cute story! Eric is a bit of a manwhore but when Jean comes to town and the apartment across from his, Eric starts thinking about changing. Not to mention Jean is seven months pregnant. I loved the genuine attraction and just the easy friendship these two had from day one. None of Eric’s friends seem to think he can change and you’d think they’d realize when you finally meet the one…you just do! Nell drove me crazy…she’s supposed to be a Eric’s friend but she dogs him constantly. Friends just don’t do that so I don’t think after what happened between the two that I would consider them friends anymore. At least not at that point. My heart was just really touched with the slow burn this book took from friendship to lovers. The entire story and both characters were just really sweet.

If you are a fan of the Dive Bar series, this one definitely will give you the warm fuzzies. And we get a glimpse of our favorite guys from Stage Dive. Mal is still causing all sorts of trouble, and I really missed him pushing everyone’s buttons.

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EXCERPT

I’d been tricked. Betrayed.

After Andre and Jean ate their lunch, we headed outside to deal with her stuff. The cold wind suited my mood to perfection.

Talk about disappointed.

“Don’t lift that, it looks heavy,” I snapped.

Jean blinked. “It’s a pillow.”

“The world’s largest pillow ever. You can’t be too careful.” My gaze roamed over her swollen middle. “You’re . . .”

“Pregnant?” she asked with a voice dripping poison and sugar.

“Are you having trouble with the concept?”

“Absolutely not. I was just going to say huge, that’s all.”

She blew out an exasperated breath. “Thanks, Eric. That makes me feel so much better.”

“I just . . .”

“Don’t bother.” The woman turned back to her sensible, medium-sized SUV and got busy riffling through the contents. I was surprised she’d been able to squeeze into the driver’s seat.

Boxes and stuff took up almost every inch inside the vehicle. Each and every box seemed to have been neatly labeled with the contents.

The woman took her organization seriously. She looked over her shoulder. “You know, I can’t help noticing that Eric-the-smooth-moving-flirt has been suddenly replaced by Eric-the-awkward-jerk.”

“Well, you said you were single.” I folded my arms defensively across my chest.

“I am.”

And then there was an awkward silence.

“Yeah, but . . . I mean, in your condition . . .” I fumbled to a halt.

She turned, face all scrunched up. Like I was the one with the problem.

“Just hop out of the way so I can grab some boxes,” I said, voice gruff.

Still nothing from her. “It’s a second-story walk-up and you have a lot of stuff to get up there. You should be taking it easy.” Hands on hips, I tapped my black leather boot against the sidewalk, waiting her out. “Jean, I’m not trying to insult you. It’s the truth.”

She swore quietly, going back to fussing with the contents in the vehicle. I don’t think any woman has ever given me the silent treatment quite this quickly. Usually I’m good for at least a couple of hours after seeing them naked.

Man, I still couldn’t believe this was happening. God hated me or something. Pregnant women and me were enema. Anathema. Whatever. Now that I’d seen her out in the autumn light, however, she looked younger than I’d first guessed. Despite her tired eyes, her skin was smooth, soft looking. She was likely closer to her early twenties than mid.

“How old are you?” I asked.

“Why do you care?”

I shrugged one shoulder. “Just curious.”

“How old are you?”

“Nearly thirty.”

She sniffed. “I’m twenty-two.”

Young, like I’d thought. She was probably too immature for me, anyway.

“Come on, Jean. Let me get some of the boxes.”

Boyd ambled out of the Dive Bar, turning his head this way and that, looking up and down the street. I raised my hand and he started over in our direction. The big cook would make short work out of moving all this stuff. Behind us, Andre and Nell came out of the tenants’ entrance to the Bird Building. The place was a big brick building about a hundred years old. Just past the door was an entryway with stairs leading up to the second floor, followed by two empty shops, their windows covered in flyers about local events. Concerts and parades and shit. They’d been vacant for a while, unfortunately. Andre’s Guitar Den came next, then Pat’s tattoo parlor Inkaho, and the Dive Bar on the corner.

“Everything’s good to go. Alex and I gave it a cleaning last week just to be sure,” said Nell, smacking a kiss on Jean’s cheek.

“You’ll meet Alex later. She’s probably busy working or something now. She’s sort of a shut-in.”

“You two didn’t have to do that,” said Jean. “Thank you.”

“Anytime.”

Andre leaned against the SUV. “Your furniture got delivered yesterday too, so it’s all good to go.”

“Excellent,” said Jean. “I can’t wait to sleep in a decent bed again. Road trips when you’re seven months’ pregnant kind of suck.”

“I bet.”

“Who’s minding the kitchen?” I asked.

“Lydia will text Boyd if they need something,” said Nell.

“We’re only going to be a few feet away from the place.”

I frowned.

“I own the kitchen, Eric. Not you,” she said. “You’re in charge of the bar, that’s all.”

One of Jean’s eyebrows inched up slightly. So I might have implied that I was the sole owner. Shit happened.

I crossed my arms. “Fine. No need to bite my head off.”

“My best online friend just moved to town. We’ve been texting and skyping for months. She’s been an absolute rock for me through all the nerves of being pregnant again,” said Nell. “Stop messing with my happy.”

And then there was an awkward silence. Great. If only there was some way to get out of helping without looking like a raging asshole. The possibility of anything happening between me and Jean had been buried six feet deep, never to be spoken of again.

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ABOUT KYLIE SCOTT

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Kylie is a New York Times and USA Today best-selling author. She was voted Australian Romance Writer of the year, 2013 & 2014, by the Australian Romance Writer’s Association and her books have been translated into eleven different languages. She is a long time fan of romance, rock music, and B-grade horror films. Based in Queensland, Australia with her two children and husband, she reads, writes and never dithers around on the internet. You can learn more about Kylie from http://www.kylie-scott.com/

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Endorsed by Marni Mann ~ Blog Tour w/ Review & Excerpt!

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Endorsed by Marni Mann
Publication Date: April 5th, 2018
Genre: Contemporary Romance

Synopsis

My client’s younger sister is off-f***ing-limits.

Getting my first big client signed to the NFL was the second best moment of my life. Escorting his sister back to her hotel was the first. Imagining what she would feel like, look like, taste like—none of it was as good as the real thing.

If her brother found out, it would destroy my career, so I ended things between us.

Eight years later, the girl who got away still owns me.

First, I’ll make her forgive me, and then I’m going to make her mine.

 

He’s owned my body for far too long.

It’s been years since he touched me, and my skin still remembers every brush, stroke, and thrust. I want to forget how good it felt. Almost as much as I want to do it again.

We can’t finish what we started until I make my confession.

I have a secret—one that wasn’t mine to keep.

Before he can love me, he’ll have to find some way to forgive me.

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Review

Storyline: 5
Angst: 3
Tissue: 0
Value: 5
Panty Scorching: 5
Over All Rating: 4 Stars
Kindle eArc provided by Author
Reviewed by Robin

Signing his first big client, Jack Hunt is on his way in the public relations field…until he decides to get with his client’s sister Samantha Cole. Knowing that being together can jeopardize his career, he dumps her after a brief fling. Eight years later, he’s never been able to forget her and fate finally brings the two together again. But will Samantha’s secret keep them apart?

“Nothing about Jack’s hands was simple.

Because his touch wasn’t just physical. It triggered emotions; it induced memories. Ones that made me smile, ones that made me want to cry.

Having him back created a whole new set of challenges that was almost as scary as not having him here at all.”

I’ve been wanting Jack Hunt’s story and this one was an emotional kicker. Samantha Cole is the sister of Tight End Shawn who is Jack’s client. It’s all sorts of messy when Jack and Samantha first hook up and Jack wasn’t willing to risk that. My heart was really breaking for Sam and the way Jack ended things. After eight years, I don’t know if I’d be able to forgive. But then there are all sorts of complications and I found myself still Team Samantha. Are there teams? I don’t know and there are so many arguments you can throw out there but I was pretty torn up reading the coming to Jesus part of this book. The twist wasn’t too shocking but the aftermath was what shredded me. I really am invested in the agency’s family and I am on pins and needles for Max’s story.

I am addicted to all things Marni Mann. Her writing always sucks me in and makes me to write everything she creates. I don’t care if it’s dark or sexy or just sweet…just give me more.

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Excerpt

When my hand wasn’t on the gearshift, it was on her thigh. Her skin was hot. Tight. But it didn’t give me the heat I was after, so I went to search for it, dragging my fingers higher on her leg. My thumb then dipped below the hem of her dress, tracing a small pattern over her flesh.

“Samantha, I need you to do something for me.”

She took a breath that ended with the softest moan. “Okay.”

“I need you to shift when I tell you to.”

“Why?”

“Because I need one hand on the steering wheel while the other is inside your cunt.”

“Jack…”

“Shift into third.”

She quickly reached across my arm, grabbing the gearstick and moving it like I’d asked her to.

My fingers climbed several inches higher, feeling the space widen as she spread her legs apart. “Now, go to second.” As I rose to the outside of her pussy, I expected to feel her panties.

There was nothing.

Just a bare pussy and a clit that needed me to rub it.

“Jesus,” I hissed. “Neutral. Shift right now.”

We were coming to a stop at the red light. Before the car completely slowed, my pointer finger traced around her entrance to wet the tip, and I slid right in.

“Oh my God,” she groaned. “Your hands.”

She’d missed them.

They’d missed her.

And she was about to get a hell of a lot more.

About Marni

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Best-selling Author Marni Mann knew she was going to be a writer since middle school. While other girls her age were daydreaming about teenage pop stars, Mann was fantasizing about penning her first novel. She crafts sexy, titillating stories that weave together her love of darkness, mystery, passion, and human emotion. A New Englander at heart, she now lives in Sarasota, Florida with her husband and their two dogs who subsequently have been characters in her books. When she’s not nose deep in her laptop working on her next novel, she’s scouring for chocolate, sipping wine, traveling to new locations, and devouring fabulous books.

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