Boomerangers by Heather M. Orgeron ~Release Blitz w/ Review

 

Title: Boomerangers
Author: Heather M. Orgeron
Genre: Romantic Comedy
Release Date: April 27, 2017
Blurb
Boomerangers [boo-muh-rang-ers] noun, informal: an adult that moves back home to live with a parent after a period of independence.Spencer

I love sex. I love the power, the intimacy, the euphoria it brings. Too bad I’m not having any . . . You’d think as New Orleans’ most renowned sex therapist that I’d be swimming in single men. In a way, I am . . . except for the fact that one is in diapers and the other two are drowning in preteen hormones. As a single mother of three, my days are devoted to my clients and my kids, and my nights are spent with Fabio, my trusty vibrator. When my world begins to unravel, I have no choice but to move back home. And when my high school sweetheart comes waltzing back into my life, comedy and chaos ensue.

What can I say? I never said I could pick ’em, but you can bet your ass I know how to fix ’em.

Cooper

As soon as the ink dried on my divorce papers, I made myself a solemn vow: I was done with relationships. Moving home to take over my father’s firm was the plan, until Spencer decided to return, along with three souvenirs from the life she’s lived without me.

I’ve been in love with the girl next door for nearly all of my life; the rest was spent trying to forget her. I’d give almost anything for a second chance with her, but I have no time for distractions—especially the kind that involve diapers, bottles, and eighteen-year commitments.

The problem is, she’s already got me by the balls . . . and I’m beginning to feel the noose tightening around my heart.

 

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Review

 

Panty Scorching 3.5
Angst 2
Tissues 0
Storyline 4.5
Value 4.5
Overall 4.5
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Reviewed by Ladyballs

What a great, funny, lighthearted read. I highly recommend you to grab this book, kick your feet up with a glass of wine and enjoy!

Spencer, who has 3 kids by 2 different baby daddy’s has come to find herself moving back home with her mom after she loses her job. There is much background given on the kids and their dads and it’s captivating. She feels like she is in over her head with life and struggling to get a grasp on things. Little does she know that her high school sweetheart and first love has also moved back home with his mother…who happens to live next door.

Cooper and Spencer…back together again but the only difference now is she has kids…again from 2 different men. Cooper feels gutted by this…he see’s her being a mom to these boys and it pains him to think that those kids could have been his. That they would be sharing that experience together. He also makes it painfully clear that he does not want kids and doesnt even really like kids. After Spencer moved away and moved on with her life, he sort of gave up on that dream…

But wouldn’t you know it, after Cooper starts spending time with Spencer and her boys, they start to grow on him…alot. He is not only rekindling his relationship with Spencer but becoming a “father figure” to her boys. He starts to get especially attached to the youngest, Kyle. Oh my god…there is a scene where he has to change his diaper…I laughed out loud for at least 5 minutes and actually re-read the scene over and over…then screenshot it and sent parts to my mommy friends. It was classic and one of the funniest scenes I have read in a long, long, time. The stuff that comes out of this kids mouth is just as humorous. The relationship that is blooming between these two is not only hilarious but heartwarming.

Sneakily, the author has to burst this bubble of bliss and laughs by bringing back this young childs father into the picture and stirs up trouble with this happy lot.

It was a great time to read these two characters build back up there lost relationship and to see how the kids fit into it. There was so much humor and laughs and a few hot steamy scenes, angst, drama and even more laughs. I was sad to get to the last page of this book!! Look forward to more from this author!!

Author Bio

 

Heather M. Orgeron is a Cajun girl with a big heart and a passion for romance. She married her high school sweetheart two months after graduation and her life has been a fairytale ever since. She’s the queen of her castle, reigning over five sons and one bossy little princess who has made it her mission in life to steal her Momma’s throne. When she’s not writing, you will find her hidden beneath mounds of laundry and piles of dirty dishes or locked in her tower(aka the bathroom) soaking in the tub with a good book. She’s always been an avid reader and has recently discovered a love for cultivating romantic stories of her own.
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Play Along by T L Swan ~ Release Blitz w/ Review & Excerpt

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Title: Play Along
Author: T L Swan
Genre: Romantic Thriller
Release Date: April 23, 2017
Blurb
 
I witnessed a
murder and became his hostage.
Held captive
beneath the deck of a shipping container…. I realise to save my life I need to
become valuable.
My body is my
only weapon.
His pleasure to
my pain.
28 days is a long
time to Play Along with his perverted demands.
He thinks I enjoy
them.
It disgusts me
that I secretly do.
I hate him.
I crave him.
But my mind is
stronger than my body and this time he picked the wrong girl to mess with.
When the player
becomes the played, escape will be my reality.
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Review

Storyline: 5
Angst: 2
Tissue: 0
Value: 5
Panty Scorching: 5+++
Over All Rating: 4.5 Stars
Kindle eArc provided by Author
Reviewed by Robin

After discovering the betrayal of the people she thought she could rely on, Roshelle is taken and wakes up on a container ship. She has no choice but to “play along” with Mac and her kidnappers until she can figure out how to escape. With all of the danger she sees around her, she doesn’t know who she can trust. Will he let her go? Or will Mac find out that Roshelle have some secrets of her own?

“I get goosebumps seeing my hand cup his beautiful face. ‘You taught me what it was like to be unable to…’ I frown as I swallow the lump in my throat.

‘To what?’ He rolls my hand over and kisses the inside of my wrist, his tongue gently caressing my skin.

If I was a cat I would be purring. ‘To defy all logic. To want someone so bad that you don’t care about the consequences,’ I whisper.

Our eyes lock and the look he gives me feels like it could get me pregnant. I’m not even joking. Get here, straddle me, and ride my f*cking c*ck are its precise words.

Well that’s what it says to me anyway.”

This book was raw, sexy fun. Intense but full of lots of one-on-one time with dirty drug criminal Mac. There was so much more to Roshelle than the kidnap victim. Both of these two had secrets and were trying to survive the drug ship they found themselves on. One by choice…the other by fate. I really loved their connection and how these two revolved around one another. The story was extremely hot and steamy…just what I was in the mood for. I loved the little twists thrown in there and just when you thought you knew what was going on, you were thrown another surprise. Rochelle was definitely a feisty character and always had a plan of action to survive. That girl was very independent. I really admired her grit.

If you like sexy suspense and a bad boy who gets your motor running, you have to read this book. There is tons of hot loving that will leave you having to take cold showers or find some company quick. Whoa, baby.

robin

Excerpt
Chapter 1
In a world full of deceit and lies, who do you trust?
I stand alone in the corner of the nightclub, watching him take her in
his arms before he kisses her.
The air evaporates from my lungs. I can’t breathe.
Despair is pumping through my bloodstream, but for some sick
self-destructive reason, I can’t bring myself to look away. I have to see
this—see what he is capable of and exactly how far this has gone.
The signs were there, I saw them. But like a fool I ignored them for as
long as my gut instinct would allow.
I believed that he loved me.
I believed that she loved me.
As I stand there and watch my boyfriend of two years kissing my best
friend and roommate of five years, I realize I have never felt so betrayed on
so many levels. I can’t even begin to comprehend what I am witnessing.
The hairs on the back of my neck stand to attention. I feel like I am
having an out of body experience watching the horrific nightmare unfold.
This can’t be happening.
My first inkling was two weeks ago. Melissa, my roommate, had a date
with a guy she has been seeing for a few weeks and when he arrived to pick her
up, Todd, my boyfriend, was really nasty to him. I watched him glare at her as
she left and I saw her practically run from the apartment just to get Todd away
from that man.
Why?
Why wasn’t he happy that she was dating? They had become friends and
hell, had spent many nights alone in my apartment as he waited for me to get
home from my nightshift. A sick thought had crossed my mind that night… was he
jealous?
No, he couldn’t be.
So, I thought I would test the theory. Over the following week I was
overly affectionate towards Todd in front of Melissa, and every single time she
went to bed early, acting happy even though I knew she was fuming inside. The
catalyst came on Thursday night when I decided to call in sick for work and
Todd and Melissa were both openly annoyed that I wasn’t going in.
 I had obviously ruined their
plans of having sex, and that’s when the deep sickening truth slayed me.
Did they have sex in her bed or mine?
How often did my roommate satisfy my lover?
Unable to help myself, I put a tracking device app on Melissa’s phone. I
knew her password. Of course I did. We shared everything.
Even a cock, it seemed.
On Friday she announced that she was going away for the weekend and Todd
announced that he had a night away planned to somewhere else for work.
Coincidence? I didn’t think so.
I knew they were meeting up and probably going to be fucking in a hotel
room somewhere.
I took my time. I waited.
And now it’s 11 p.m. on Saturday night and I’m in a different town, in a
nightclub where I know nobody, witnessing my worst nightmare.
He can go. A leopard never changes his sickening spots… but why the
fuck did he have to take her from me?
I watch them through unshed tears as my heart tries to escape my chest.
My best friend—the only constant in my life since my mother passed away five years
ago. My father, an abusing control freak, left when I was a kid, and then when
Mom died I moved here for college and met Melissa.  My life changed that day. Mel was happy,
confident, and attractive.
More than I was… than I am.
I watch her grind herself against him while he looks down on her
seductively as she dances. His hands are on her behind. He’s smiling as he says
something and then they laugh together, and I feel myself die a little inside.
They are not just fucking.
They have feelings for each other.
He kisses her again and his hands go to the back of her head to hold her
exactly how he wants her. Their kiss is long, deep, and erotic.
Through blurred vision, I try to make myself look away.
No.
I can’t look away because I know when I leave this nightclub two of the
most important people in my life will no longer be a part of it. The floor
sways beneath me. How is this possible?
What have I done to deserve this betrayal?
I can’t move.
He kisses her again and they fall back against a wall where he pins her
and then they start to really go for it.
No. Stop it!
The tears burst the dam and I start to stride toward them as the
adrenaline hits its crescendo. I need to stop them, stop everything.
Stop kissing her, you fucking asshole!
Please, stop it!
But then I pause mid-step.
Don’t do this. Don’t lower yourself. Go
home and move out. Don’t give them a chance to deny or defend it.
I am better than this.
I stand for a moment and stare at the square pattern on the carpet
beneath my feet. I’m dizzy and disorientated. I stay there for a while longer
with my eyes firmly on the dirty treasons. He kisses her and lifts her thigh up
to wrap around his, a move he always pulls on me.
Does he like to do her from behind, too?
That last thought snaps something deep inside. I don’t remember getting
over to them, but I push him in the back as he pins her to the wall, he falls
forward and then looks around, his expression drops in horror. Before I know
what I’m doing, I’ve punched him in the face.
Melissa’s hands fly to her mouth. “Oh my God!” she gasps. “T-this isn’t
what it looks like,” she stammers.
“You slut!” I scream, unable to control myself. I grab a drink from a
man walking past and throw it in her face, following it up with a hard slap
across her cheek. She staggers back in shock, her hand flying up to her
smarting face.
“Roshelle,” Todd cries as he grabs my arm to try and control me. “Calm
down.” He pulls me away from Melissa, clearly scared that I am going to hit her
again.
“I will not fucking calm down.” I push out as the tears fall. I turn to
him and a myriad of emotions fill me, but it is his betrayal that steals my
voice. I have so many things I want to say, so many things that have escaped my
brain. My eyes search his and he tries to grab my hand.
“Don’t touch me!” I yell as I whip my hand away from him. “Never again.”
I turn to Melissa. “Get your things and get out of my house.” I sneer.
“Roshelle,” she whispers. “I’m so sorry.” She shakes her head in
disbelief. Suddenly the walls start closing in, and I know I have got to get
out of here.
I have got to get away from this hurt.
I see an exit sign and make a beeline for it without looking back. I
push out into the cold night air, the door slamming behind me.
“Shut the fuck up before I blow your fucking head off!” a man’s voice
yells.
“You don’t have the fucking guts,” someone else sneers in reply.
Huh?
I try to focus, despite my tears, and I angrily swipe them from my eyes.
It’s dark and there are people out here. I try to focus on the shadows in front
of me, then I turn back and try to open the door I just came out of. It’s locked
and there is no handle on this side. It’s clearly a fire door.
What? Where am I?
The tears are streaming down my face.
A gunshot rings out and a man drops in front of me clutching his
stomach. My eyes widen in horror as I grasp the situation I have just unknowingly
stumbled upon.
What?
Suddenly, I’m surrounded by five men on all sides.
I’ve interrupted some kind of deal.
Oh no.
“Who the fuck is she?” one man calls out.
I shake my head in a panic. “I didn’t see anything, I swear.” I push
through the group of men and one of them grabs me by the arm. “I need me some
clean ass tonight.”
I try to rip my arm from his clutches, but he hits me hard across the
face with his gun, the pain ringing through my head like a lightning bolt
before I fall to the ground.
“Bring her with us,” someone yells.
“No, we don’t need that baggage. Leave her, she said she didn’t see
anything.”
They continue arguing.
“Yeah, well, my cock needs new pussy. “Bring her.” The shooter growls.
I feel my body being lifted and then thrown into the tight space of a
car trunk. “No,” I whisper. “No.” My handbag falls to the ground and I see
someone pick it up and throw it in the car.
The trunk lid slams with a thud.
I taste blood in my mouth as I lie in a semi-conscious state in the
dark.
The pain from my head throbs. What has just happened?
I put my hands up in the darkness and feel the cold metal that encases
me.
The reality of the situation rings true as the car starts to drive and I
hear them talking to each other in the backseats behind me. Everything is foggy
and my head, it hurts so much. I feel something hot run through my hair. What
is it? I put my hand up and feel a deep gash in my head, the dripping blood hot
and sticky. What the fuck? Oh no. They will kill me.
With renewed purpose and splayed hands I start to hit the roof in a
panic.
They just killed someone.
I need some new pussy.
His words run through my head. Oh my God, they are going to rape me
before they kill me, all five of them.
I start to run my hands frantically over the metal that encases me. How
do you get out of a car trunk? Is there a latch?
“Help!” I scream. “Help me,” I call out as I slam my open hands on the
roof. The car slows down. Shit! My eyes widen.
Is this it? I pant as I listen to their movements and I hear the whirl
of the traffic lights walk indicator. Now! I need to scream now. We are static,
stuck in traffic.
I start to bang on the roof with force. “Help me!” I scream. I lift my
legs and try to push the lid open, but fuck, it’s so cramped in here. I bang
frantically on the ceiling and I feel around underneath me, grabbing the corner
of the carpet. Tools. There will be tools under here. I half roll over and tear
back the carpet and grab a metal toolbox. “Help me. I’m in the trunk. I’m being
kidnapped. Heeeeeeelp!” I scream.
“Shut the fuck up or I’ll come back there and shut you up,” a male voice
growls from inside the car.
My eyes widen. Oh, he sounds scary. I really begin to freak out. I have
to get out of here. Now.
I struggle to open the toolbox in front of me in the dark, but
eventually it flies open in a rush and a tire iron flings back, hitting me
straight in the nose.
“Ah, fuck!” I scream.
Ouch, that fucking hurt. The impact brings tears to my eyes and I clutch
my face. Oh, crap, I think I broke my own nose. I grab the tire iron and hit it
on the roof with all of my strength. The impact makes it ricochet back and hits
me straight in the eyebrow.
“Ahh!” I scream again. I feel a hot trickle run down the side of my
face. If they don’t kill me I am doing a good job of it myself here.
I keep banging the tire iron on the roof. This has got to be gaining
some kind of attention. “Help me,” I yell. “Someone… call the police. Help.”
The car speeds up and I am flung to the back of the trunk. The lights
change, the car flies around the corner, and I go flying, sending the tools
scattering throughout the trunk so they hit me. The driver turns a right like a
maniac and I slide and hit my head against the side.
“Fucking assholes,” I scream, and I hear them all laugh inside the car.
Then the vehicle flies around a left corner and I go sliding again. I can hear
the tires screeching as the car races down the street.
I’m going to die. Oh God, I’m going to die. I try to grip onto the metal
roof to stop myself from hitting the edge, but I can’t, and as the car flies
around the corner I crumple into the hard metal end of the trunk. The tools are
flying around and hitting me. Shit. I feel around frantically for the tire iron
again. I may need it, but I can’t find it, and my hand feels around the
carpeted floor.
Where are you? Where are you?
I bend and feel along the other end of the trunk and finally feel the
cold hard metal. My heart is racing as the car races out of control. I need a plan,
but what is the damn plan?
Think.
I clutch the tire iron in my hand with white-knuckle force as I try to
stop myself from flying around. Whoever opens the trunk is getting knocked out
with this fucker. My thoughts cross to Oprah and her sound advice to never go to the second location. I don’t
remember much from Oprah, but I do know that she said never go to the second
location if being kidnapped—fight like hell to escape because they are going to
kill you as soon as you get there.
Oh God, this is great.
I’m already in the fucking car on the way to the second location. I
begin to get mad, like, furious mad. How dare they? I’ve had a really fucking
bad night and I’m not in the mood for this shit. After about twenty minutes and
sixty attack plans, the car slows down and goes over speed bumps.
Where are we?
Adrenaline starts to pump through my blood.
Speed bumps are in parking lots… So that must mean we are in a deserted
parking lot.
The car stops and the men go silent. I close my eyes, knowing this is it.
Holy shit.
My heart is hammering and I grip the tire iron in one hand and the car
jack in the other. If I’m going to die tonight, someone is coming with me. I
wriggle around so my feet are facing the opening, and I pull them back towards
my chest. I can hardly breathe, I’m so scared. I hold my weapons in my hand and
wait. The car doors open and the whole car lifts as the men get out.
Where are we?
I hear them begin to talk as if I have been totally forgotten about and
another sickening thought crosses my mind. What if they just leave me in here?
What if I just die a slow death in the car from no water or food? Oh my
God.
What do I do? What do I do?
I stay quiet for five minutes as I try to think until I can’t stand it
any longer.
Screw this. I am not dying alone in the trunk of a car in a deserted
parking lot. I put my tire iron down next to me on the floor and I bang on the
trunk lid. “Help me. Let me out,” I call.
The men go silent.
“Just get her out and let her go,” someone says.
“I will be having some fun first,” another answers.
I can’t understand what is said next but they all laugh out loud and I
grip the tire iron in my hand.
Assholes.
I pull my legs back, and as the trunk is opened I kick out with all my
might and connect my feet with a man’s face, knocking him to the ground. I jump
out of the trunk and one man comes at me. I swing the tire iron as violently as
I can and hit him hard in the head, watching as he falls away. The other men
all laugh at their two friends on the ground. Another man comes at me and I
swing the car jack as hard as I can and cut his face open.
Then I run.
As fast as I can, I run across the cement. It’s dark and we are in a
parking lot that seems to be near the ocean. I can smell the sea and hear the
seagulls. I run with two men chasing after me. I have no defense in these damn
high-heeled shoes. They catch up with me easily and tackle me to the ground.
“Get off me,” I scream as I fight and kick. One man hits me across the
face and they struggle to contain me as I wrestle to get out of their grip.
They are too strong.
They drag me up from the ground, one on each arm, as I kick my legs out
and wrestle to try and get away. They fight with me through the darkness,
guiding me back to the car.
One man has his t-shirt off and is holding it up against his face to try
and stop the bleeding from my car jack attack and the other two men watch.
One man is leaning on the car watching me intently.
I glare at him and he smirks back.
“Let me go!” I yell as I try to break the gorilla grip the two men have
on me. I bend down and they struggle. I kick out again and connect with the man
on my left, hitting his balls and he cries out and doubles over. The
distraction lets me rip from the other man’s grip and I punch him hard in the
face. The man who I hit with the tire jack comes to their aid and helps them
hold me down.
“You’re coming with us, bitch.”
“She’s going to be fun to break in.” The man on my left laughs.
“Fuck you!” I scream as I kick him in the balls again.
He doubles over in pain and the man leaning against the car laughs out
loud.
My eyes glance over to him. He’s tall, scary looking, and the other men
all seem to be looking to him for guidance. He’s calm and controlled, not like
them. He’s clearly the alpha of the group.
Their leader.
He smirks as he watches me and lights a cigarette as if thinking and
shakes his head.
“I don’t have time for this shit.” He sighs.
I kick out and connect with the other man’s shin, he cries out. “I’m
going to fucking bash you in a minute, bitch.” He growls. “What are we fucking
doing with her?” he yells at the man leaning on the car. “She’s out of fucking
control.”
The tall man takes a drag of his cigarette, his eyes dropping to my feet
before rising back up. He smirks darkly. “Bring her.”
I shake my head and start to fight. “Like fuck you will,” I scream as I
kick out.
His eyes hold mine, and he smiles darkly and takes another drag of his
cigarette. He licks his lips as his eyes drop to my breasts.
Fear runs through me. I start to go animalistic and fight like hell.
“Get the cloth,” he says to the two the other man standing next to him.
The guy disappears to the car and shuffles around as I fight and kick the two
men on either side of me. He reappears with a black cloth and holds it over my
face as I struggle with the two men who are holding me down.
“No.” I scream as I try to move my head out of their reach. I can’t get
away from the black cloth that smells like chemicals.
I struggle.
I fight.
I feel faint.
I lose consciousness.
I wake as a wave of nausea rolls through my stomach and I go to wipe the
perspiration from my forehead. I can’t move my arm.
Huh? I pull my arm, but it won’t move, and I glance over my head to see
it is tied to a post.
I struggle and look down at my body. Horror dawns on me.
Oh my God.
I’m naked, spread-eagled and tied to a bed by my hands and feet.
My eyes flicker nervously around the room as I try to focus. I see the
tall man leaning up against a dresser in the corner, completely shirtless. He
is looking through my wallet from my handbag.
What the fuck?
I start to struggle frantically. I have got to get out of here. I jiggle
my whole body to try and loosen the ties. “What do you want?” I cry.
He ignores me and pulls my licence from my wallet. He holds it up and
reads it.
“Roshelle Meyers,” he murmurs.
“Get out of my things,” I snap.
He glances up and smirks, walking towards me before he kneels next to me
on the bed. “I have already been in your…” He hesitates and runs his fingers
through my open sex and then puts them into his mouth. “Things,” he replies
dryly, arching his brow.
My eyes close. Oh God. I don’t remember.
Shame fills me.
“Let me go,” I whisper as tears escape and roll down my cheeks.
His hand travels slowly up my torso. He cups my full breast and then
bends and takes it in his mouth. “I like these,” he whispers into my breast.
I screw up my face and shake my head. “Please… stop it. Please, I beg.
What do you want? Let me go. You have had your fun.”
He bites my nipple hard and I gasp in pain.
“I haven’t started to have fun yet,” he whispers coldly.
“Untie me. Please, untie me,” I beg.
He shakes his head as he runs his fingers back toward my sex and slides
them through my lubricated flesh. I’m wet. Have
I had sex
? “Did you…?” I hesitate.
His dark eyes dance with delight. “My tongue did.”
My eyes widen in horror.
He bends and kisses my sex and I buck off the bed to try and get him off
me.
“I couldn’t help myself,” he whispers.
“A sweet smelling pussy tied open for my gaze is something that I can’t
resist. You enjoyed it, by the way.”  He
lies next to me on the bed and rests up on his elbow. He looks down at me as
his hand slides back up my body to cup my breast. “Let’s get one thing
straight.” He sneers.
I turn my head away so I don’t have to look at him and he grabs my face
and drags my eyes to meet his.
“I’m the boss here.”
I glare at him.
“You do what I want, when I want.”
“Like fuck I do,” I whisper angrily.
 He smiles an evil smile. “If what
I want is my cock splitting your virginal ass in two… then that’s my call. Not
fucking yours.”
I swallow the fear in my throat as his cold eyes hold mine.
“Go to Hell,” I whisper.
“I’m the gate keeper of Hell, baby. Welcome home.”
Author Bio
Lover of her
husband, children, words, chocolate and margaritas.
When she is not
writing her next novel, you will find her in a café drinking coffee with
friends.
Writing is her
passion.
Books by T L Swan
Stanton Adore
Stanton Unconditional
Stanton Completely
Stanton Bliss
Find Me Alastar
Play Along
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How We Fall by Melissa Toppen~Release Blitz

How We Fall Release Blitz
 
 
 
It’s not always about how we fall- it’s about where we end up once we land.
 
I remember the very first time I laid eyes on Cole Lincoln. It still feels like yesterday when he stumbled into my life with his messy brown hair and dark eyes. Even though I was only ten years old at the time, I knew right then and there that he was going to change everything.
 
From that point on Cole and I were always together—inseparable—and I naively believed we’d be best friends forever. But forever didn’t last nearly as long as I expected.
 
We grew up and grew apart, life driving the distance between us, but my love for Cole never faltered. Even long after he moved away, leaving me and our little town behind, I still carried a piece of him with me every single day. Because Cole wasn’t just my childhood best friend- the boy who knew me better than anyone else in the whole world. He was also my first love- a part of my very core.
 
When a tragic death brings us face to face again after six years, every single memory comes rushing to the surface. Only this is not the boy I fell in love with all those years ago. The man before me is hardened, intimidating, and so damn sexy I practically melt when those dark eyes meet mine for the first time in six years.
 
And like the first time he walked into my life, I know with complete certainty that everything is about to change.
 
How We Fall is a STANDALONE Contemporary Romance.
 

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Melissa Toppen is a Reader’s Choice Award Winning and
Bestselling Romance Author of New Adult, Contemporary, Erotic and Romantic
Suspense. She is a lover of books and enjoys nothing more than losing herself
in a good novel. She has a soft spot for Romance and focuses her writing in
that direction; writing what she loves to read.


Melissa was born and raised in a small town in Ohio
and now resides in Cincinnati with her husband and two children, where she
writes full time.


In addition to spending time with family and friends, Melissa loves going to
concerts and is obsessed with the T.V. shows Game of Thrones, The Walking
Dead, Once Upon a Time and Outlander.


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Damaged Locke ~ Release Blitz ~ Review

 

 

 

 

 Aston Locke
Whispers of the Locke brothers fill the town, facts and reality twisted to fit what these motherfuckers believe they know about us.
That we’re sadistic bastards, incapable of any real emotions or fear.
Maybe they’re not wrong about that.
That is, until I set my sights on Kadence King, getting just as drawn to her as I am the darkness. It’s the first time I’ve felt anything in a long time.
But would she really be scared knowing the depth, the lengths I go with my brothers to make any fucker who crosses us pay?
I need a woman who can accept me for who I am.
For what I am.
I’m hoping like hell it’s her, because I want nothing more than to claim her as mine…

Kadence King
I know Aston’s dangerous, know people fear him. But I want him. I’m drawn to him, just as he’s drawn to the darkness.
I should be afraid of him, should turn the other way, but I can’t. I’ve gone mad and let him in my room, in my life, allowing him to consume me.
He possesses me, dominates me. Aston Locke shows me what it means to want to be claimed by him and only him.
And when he tells me I’M HIS, I have no doubt that’s the truth.
Because in the end it’s what I want too.
No matter how dangerous he is…

I’m crowding her. She’s nervous because of it, maybe even second-guessing letting me into her room.

I inhale. Fuck, she smells good, really damn good.

“I’m Aston Locke, a mean motherfucker that you just let all up in your space.” I lower my gaze to her throat, see her swallow, watch the slight curve move up and down. “Tell me your name,” I demand with a growl.

I could have said it a little nicer, tried to pretend and be sweet, gentle. But to hell with it; I’m not going to pretend to be someone I’m not.

“Kadence.” Her voice is soft and so damn innocent. “Kadence King.”

Kadence King.

God, how I want to defile her, make her see what all the hype is about concerning my brothers and me. I can imagine her naked, spread out for me, willing to do whatever the fuck I say. And she would submit to me, let me leave my marks on her, pretty purple and blue fingerprints that showed my ownership.

“What have you heard about the Lockes?” I want to hear her speak, want to know what she knows. Hell, I want to be pressed right up against her, her small body so soft where mine is hard.

I want to breathe the same air as her.

I want to fucking own her.

What the hell?

She swallows again, her breathing hard, fast.

She’s nervous.

I lower my gaze to her chest, see the way her tits press against the stretchy material of her shirt. Her nipples are hard, and my fingers itch to touch them.

I might be a dangerous bastard, a violent fucker, but I don’t touch a girl without her wanting me to. I’ll wait until Kadence begs me, asks me to push my dick deep inside her, making her mine.

“I heard you guys aren’t to be messed with.” Her voice is low, really damn low. “I heard you keep to yourself, aren’t social, and if someone crosses you guys…” She trails off, and I lift my brow, wanting more. “That you take care of it in the only way you know how.”

“The only way we know how?”

She nods and licks her lips. “With guns and bats, hammers, or whatever else you can find to make it bloody.”

I chuckle low. That’s about right.

“And you thought it was a good idea to let one of us in your room, this close to you?”

She shrugs, and I see something shift over her face. She’s trying to be strong.

Cute.

“Maybe not, but too late now.”   

 

*REVIEW*

Panty Scorching- 5
Storyline-5
Angst- 1
Tissues-0
Value-5
Overall Rating- 5
Received an ARC for review

There have been many short “novellas” I have read… didn’t leave me wanting MORE…any more than this story. Dang it was HOT and STEAMY and OH SO DIRTY! And I LOVED IT!

You have the “BAD BOY” Aston Locke who the entire town fear him and his 2 brothers. Why? Well you will have to just read this story and find out. But when he locks eyes with Kadence King, with blood on his hands, the sparks fly and there is no stopping either one of them from finding out who each other is.

“A blond-haired, blue-eyed evil son of a bitch to be feared”

Kadence King won’t listen to the warnings her roommate gave her when she first moved to town a few months ago, “Stay away from the Locke Brothers”.

“When it comes to Aston Locke, I’m flirting with danger, playing with fire right in the palm of my hand.”

“Aston Locke is misunderstood. He’s feared by the whole town. And I want nothing more than to see the real him. The one that somehow has a way of making me feel safe around him.”

The heat between the two was off the charts. I could not put this down… and now I can’t wait for the next one to come out. I need more of the Locke brothers. WOW

Victoria Ashley

 

New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author

Victoria Ashley grew up in Rockford, IL and has had a passion for reading for as long as she can remember. After finding a reading app where it allowed readers to upload their own stories, she gave it a shot and writing became her passion.

She lives for a good romance book with tattooed bad boys that are just highly misunderstood and is not afraid to be caught crying during a good read. When she’s not reading or writing about bad boys, you can find her watching her favorite shows such as Sons Of Anarchy, Supernatural and The Walking Dead.

 

Jenika Snow

 

Jenika Snow is a USA Today Bestselling Author that lives in the northwest with her husband and their two daughters. Before she started writing full-time she worked as a nurse.

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Mister Moneybags by Vi Keeland & Penelope Ward ~ Release Blitz w/ Review

 

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IMG_5273I met Bianca in an elevator.

She was on her way to interview me when we got stuck.

The beautiful, raven-haired reporter assumed I was a delivery guy because of the way I was dressed.

She had no clue I was really Dex Truitt, the wealthy, successful businessman she’d dubbed “Mister Moneybags”—her afternoon appointment.

Bianca told me how much she hated Dex’s type—snobby, over educated, silver- spooned men who didn’t appreciate the simple things in life.

So, after the elevator finally started moving again, I cancelled the interview and let her believe I was someone I wasn’t—a bike messenger named Jay. I loved the way she looked at the fake me and didn’t want it to end.

I began dating her as “Jay”—all the while letting her interview the real me over email.

I didn’t expect that our chemistry online would be just as hot.

I didn’t expect the mess I’d gotten myself into.

I didn’t expect that Jay and Dex would fall in love with her.

And she was falling for two men.

Only, both men were me.

And when she found out, we were both going to lose her.

Nothing could have prepared me for that day. And I certainly wasn’t prepared for what came after.

All good things must come to an end, right?
Except our ending was one I didn’t see coming.

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Review

Storyline: 5
Angst: 4
Tissue: 0
Value: 5
Panty Scorching: 3
Over All Rating: 4.25 Stars
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Reviewed by Robin

When Bianca is stuck in the elevator on her way to interview Dexter Truitt, she never guessed she’d meet cute bike messenger business owner Jay Reed. He charms her and before she knows she’s going out with him. Little does she know that Jay is really Dex, her elusive CEO of Montague Enterprises. As she gets to know both men, Dex starts to feel guilty and wishes he could get out of this mess. Will Bianca ever forgive him for misleading her?

“It took weeks, if not months, to get into this place.

Unfolding my cloth napkin, I said. ‘I’d ask how you managed a reservation, but I assume you can pretty much get whatever you want in this city.’

‘Well, if that isn’t the most ironic statement of the year. I most certainly cannot get whatever I want. If that were true, I’d be underneath this table right now with my head between your legs.’”

I wasn’t expecting this story when I first started out. For the first 75% or so everything progressed as I guessed then bam! I never knew all those twisty, curvy things were coming! I loved how Dex pretty much was “gone” on Bianca. He fell hard and didn’t want to let her get away. It seemed like fate brought the two of them together. There were so many things I enjoyed about this story. Dex’s relationship with Jelani. Everything about Bandit. Dex’s obsession with the Europeans. It was truly just a fun story.

Vi Keeland and Penelope Ward’s collaborations have definitely yielded some complex romantic comedies. Whenever I start one, it always seems like I think I know everything that’s going to happen then something comes at me out of left field. They keep me guessing and that’s something I always like in the books I read.
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Author photoVi Keeland is a #1 New York Times Bestselling author. With more than a million books sold, her titles have appeared in over fifty Bestseller lists and are currently translated in twelve languages. She resides in New York with her husband and their three children where she is living out her own happily ever after with the boy she met at age six.

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Penelope Ward is a New York Times, USA Today and #1 Wall Street Journal Bestselling author. She’s a fifteen-time New York Times bestseller of twelve novels.

Having grown up in Boston with five older brothers, she spent most of her twenties as a television news anchor, before switching to a more family-friendly career. She is the proud mother of a beautiful 12-year-old girl with autism and a 10-year-old boy. Penelope and her family reside in Rhode Island.

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Cocky Bastard
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Stuck-Up Suit
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Playboy Pilot
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First Thing I See

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Life on Stage series (2 standalone books)
Beat
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Throb

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MMA Fighter series (3 standalone books)
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Worth the Chance

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Worth Forgiving

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The Cole Series (2 book serial)
Belong to You

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Made for You

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RoomHate
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Stepbrother Dearest
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Neighbor Dearest
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Sins of Sevin
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Jake Undone (Jake #1)
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My Skylar
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Gemini
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The Banker by Piper Rayne ~Release Blitz w/ Giveaway

 

 

Title: The Banker
Series: Modern Love #3
Author: Piper Rayne
Genre: Romantic Comedy
Release Date: April 5, 2017


Blurb
Who knew my brother’s friend could be Mr.
Right, and not just Mr. Right Now?
 
My brother refused to introduce me, so I blame him. If he’d just
caved, and introduced me to Jasper, I wouldn’t be in this mess. I mean, really,
what’s the big deal? I’m not interested in the guy’s looks. 
Oh no, I want his cold hard cash. (Be honest, you were expecting
that other four letter ‘c’ word weren’t you?) 
Now, before you go getting all judgy, I’m not a gold digger. I
have a legitimate business opportunity for Jasper to invest in. The problem is
that my stick-up-his-ass brother is embarrassed that his twin sister invents
kick ass sex toys. His problem, not mine. 
So, I took matters into my own hands. Defeat isn’t a word in
Lennon Hart’s dictionary. 
Using my stealthy P.I. moves, I narrowed my search to a time and
place where I knew I could find him. It was completely innocent. A chance
meeting that would give me the opportunity to pitch my business. 
It wasn’t until I sat down across from the gorgeous panty soaking
man in front of me, that I realized I wanted so much more than just his money.
I could very well want his heart if I wasn’t careful. 
Apparently my P.I. skills aren’t as stellar as I thought because
Jasper had his own secret—and it changed EVERYTHING. 

 

 

 

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Piper Rayne, or Piper and Rayne, whichever you prefer because we’re not one author, we’re two. Yep, you get two established authors for the price of one. You might be wondering if you know us? Maybe you’ll read our books and figure it out. Maybe you won’t. Does it really matter?


We aren’t trying to stamp ourselves with a top-secret label. We wanted to write without apology. We wanted to not be pigeon holed into a specific outline. We wanted to give readers a story without them assuming how the story will flow. Everyone has their favorite authors, right? And when you pick up their books, you expect something from them. Whether it’s an alpha male, heavy angst, a happily ever after, there’s something you are absolutely certain the book will contain. Heck, we’re readers, too, we get it.What can we tell you about ourselves? We both have kindle’s full of one-clickable books. We’re both married to husbands who drive us to drink. We’re both chauffeurs to our kids. Most of all, we love hot heroes and quirky heroines that make us laugh, and we hope you do, too.

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Breaking Gravity by Autumn Grey ~ Release Blitz w/ Review & Giveaway

Breaking Gravity (Fall Back #2) by Autumn Grey

Genre: Standalone Contemporary Romance

Cover Design: Sarah Hansen, Okay Creations

Release Date: March 29, 2017

Synopsis

I’ve always followed my dreams with ruthless determination.

My life was going well. Success was at my fingertips.

Until it wasn’t.

All it took was three seconds to send my world crashing down around me, ripping my dreams to shreds.

Then I meet her, with her large hazel eyes that slay me at first glance.

And everything starts to make sense again.

I try to keep my distance.

To remind myself I am her mentor.

That we can’t be more,

but every time I push away, I’m pulled deeper into her.

The line between student and teacher is blurring.

One kiss.

One taste.

They’re all it would take to cross the line.

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Review

Storyline: 5

Angst: 3

Tissue: 0

Value: 5

Panty Scorching: 5

Over All Rating: 4.5 Stars

Kindle eArc provided by Author

Reviewed by Robin

Elon hasn’t had the best childhood but now she’s doing well. She has dreams and she’s been focused for so long. They are within her grasp. Until she sees Nate, her new professor. Her new crush. Both of them have experienced devastating events but once they touch, they can’t seem to deny this attraction. Will it be worth the risk to have a taste of the forbidden?

“His mouth hovers above mine, his breath fanning my lips. I’m a star, burning through the sky. I’m falling, plummeting to Earth faster than gravity. I’m smiling now because this feels like being adored, appreciated. Wanted. Something I’ve never experienced before. My eyes fall shut as his lips brush my brow, cheek, jaw, whispering words that mean nothing and everything, and I’m no longer dropping. I’m flying, breaking gravity.”

This was my first book by Autumn Grey but the beautiful cover just called out to me to give it a try. This student/teacher story was so much more than your typical alpha teacher and timid student wanting to walk on the wild side. Elon has an abusive background from an ex-boyfriend and her father. She seems to be getting stronger and deep down looking for a healthy kind of love. Nate has always been her musical inspiration. Fate made him her professor. He’s also recovering from a tragic past and I liked that throughout the story they appear to be healing each other. And yes, there are lots of sexy scenes. Ok…I’m not saying there aren’t. Between those and the twists this story takes, I was pretty entertained right from the beginning to the end.

I did not read the first book in this series, Fall Back Skyward, but I think I want to. These sisters have me intrigued and I want to know their stories. They have a close family connection that really makes my heart sing.

robin

Aspiring singer Iris Easton’s life has never been easy. First, her mother walked out on her when she was a kid. Now she’s buried in debt, weeks after losing her beloved grandmother. When a mysterious and sexy new guy moves in next door, Iris can’t help but be drawn to his soulful gaze. She can tell there’s something from his past haunting him—something he’s not telling her.

Just as Ace starts falling for Iris, the media go on a worldwide hunt to find the missing rocker. Will true love conquer all, or will the truth be the very thing that tears the couple apart?

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Title: The Thirty-Eight Series Box Set
Author: Len Webster
Release Date: Sept 2015

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Nolan Parker and Clara Lawrence never saw eye to eye. In fact, if you asked Clara she would tell you that Nolan hated everything about her. They never shared any form of connection beside Alex Lawrence.
She was Alex’s bratty sister and he was Alex’s best friend, they never stood a chance.
That was until the very moment Clara opens her front door to find Noel at her doorstep.
Falling in love with each other was the last thing either of them expected.
But then it happened.
And sometimes, you just have to love for all your days and all your reasons.

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Clara’s squinted her eyes at Noel, and he stopped his laugh immediately.
“What?” he asked.
“If we are going to enjoy the sun and this day then you need to take that shirt off… now!” Clara ordered before she stood up and looked down at him with a raised eyebrow.
“What have you done with my Clara?” Noel sarcastically asked as he, too, stood.
“Yours, you say?” Clara tilted her head and a smile spread across his face. He wrapped his arms around Clara’s waist, bringing her closer as she circled her arms around his neck.
“Yes, but you should know that it’s you who completely owns me. Clara Lawrence, you own the one thing no woman has ever come close to holding and that’s my heart. I may have been with other women before you, but they don’t matter. You should know that if you take off, I won’t make any promises about watching you walk away. I plan on running after you and making you change your mind. I plan on begging you until my very last breath to stop running from me.
“I don’t want you to feel another inch of sadness again. Not when I’m around, because I intend on making you happy for the rest of your days. I promise, Clara, I’ll count every grain of sand on this beach if it makes you happy. I’ll do what it takes, because it was always you, and it took me a stupid amount of time to realise it.” Not a single lie came from his mouth.
She looked stunned at his words. Her eyes filled with unshed tears. Clara removed her arms from his neck and placed both hands on his cheeks, running her thumbs along his cheekbones.
“What happened to the jerk?” she asked. Clara’s unshed tears glistened her big brown eyes. She blinked, and they fell freely.
“The jerk?”
“Yeah, the jerk that stood at my front door and called me a brat. Said he’d rather swim with sharks than be around me, who teased me and pranced around my apartment naked. I kinda miss him. What happened to him?” Her teasing smile had Noel smirking.
That stupid jerk fell in love.
“Is that so? You miss me being a jerk?”
“Correction, you’re still a jerk, but you’re a sweet jerk,” Clara teased, and he let go of her waist.
“That’s it!” Noel yelled as he grabbed the hem of his shirt and lifted it over his head, dropping it on the sand. Clara’s eyes made their way down his solid chest before returning to meet his; he could see the anticipation shining through, but then Clara frowned.
“You wouldn’t.” She cocked an eyebrow.
“You better run.” He watched her contemplate if he’d deliver on his unspoken warning of throwing her in the water, like when they were kids. When Clara looked at Noel’s smirk, she bolted towards the lifeguard house and away from the water.
He counted to three before he ran after her. It didn’t matter how many seconds he’d give her. He’d always catch her; he’d never stop until he did. Noel reached out and grabbed her by the waist to stop her running. He pulled her in close, bent his knees, and swept her in his arms.
“No! Please, Noel! Don’t!” She fought in his arms and started to squirm. When she realised that he was going to dump her in the water, she wrapped her arms tight around his neck. He carried Clara closer to the shore; she breathed in and out as her arms tightened around him. When his feet touched the water, Clara’s eyes widened. Noel let out a chuckle.
He concentrated on making sure he didn’t lose his balance with each step he took. Clara squeezed her arms around him and her lips touched the spot on his neck just below his earlobe. He tried to ignore the feel of her ghosting kisses up and down his skin, but they were hard to ignore. Each small kiss igniting the fire inside of him, and each one felt like little shots of electricity that raced through his veins.
It didn’t take long until the water reached just under his ribcage. The water had darkened, and he couldn’t see the sand below. Trying to concentrate while having Clara kiss his neck was extremely hard, considering all he wanted were those soft lips on his. It seemed like Clara knew what he wanted as she maneuvered herself in his arms and placed a lingering kiss on his lips that sent his balance flying out the window.
“Noel!” Clara squealed before the both fell into the water. The coolness of the water washed over Noel’s body and provided him with the relief he desperately needed. Even when they fell in the water, he didn’t let go of her; in fact, he held her tighter and emerged from the water still holding her.
“You okay?” he laughed. Noel set Clara on her feet and watched droplets of water shimmer against her hair and skin.
“You didn’t lie when you said you’d chase me,” she replied, trying to dry her face with her hands.
“Not a promise I’m willing to break.” Noel winked and slowly swam around to Clara’s back. He stood up in the water, wrapped his arms around her waist, and placed a kiss on her cheek before resting his chin on her shoulder.
“I believe you,” Clara replied as she tilted her head slightly and snuggled into his embrace. The sound of children laughing and the busy beach slowly started to fade away as he held Clara in his arms, lost in their own world.

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Len Webster is a romance-loving Melburnian with dreams of finding her version of ‘The One.’ But until that moment happens, she writes. Having just graduated with her BBusCom from Monash University, Len is now busy writing her next romance about how a boy met a girl, and how they fell completely and hopelessly in love.

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