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Show Me the Way

The first stand-alone novel in A.L. Jackson’s brand-new Fight for Me series…

“This book is absolutely perfect.” – Corinne Michaels, New York Times Bestselling Author


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The first sexy, captivating, stand-alone novel in the brand-new FIGHT FOR ME series from NYT & USA Today Bestselling Author A.L. Jackson . . .

Rex Gunner. As bitter as he is beautiful.

The owner of the largest construction company in Gingham Lakes has been burned one too many times. His wife leaving him to raise their daughter was the last blow this single dad could take. The only woman he’ll let into his heart is his little girl.

Rynna Dayne. As vulnerable as she is tempting.

She ran from Gingham Lakes when she was seventeen. She swore to herself she would never return. Then her grandmother passed away and left her the deed to the diner that she once loved.

When Rex meets his new neighbor, he knows he’s in trouble.

She’s gorgeous and sweet and everything he can’t trust.

Until she becomes the one thing he can’t resist.

One kiss sends them tumbling toward ecstasy.

But in a town this size, pasts are bound to collide. Caught in a web of lies, betrayal, and disloyalty, Rex must make a choice.

Will he hide behind his walls or will he take the chance . . .


Show Me the Way

AL Jackson

The emotions ripped from my soul may never be the same again. A story that will stick to you for the remainder of your days. The writing is purely magical. With characters that are flawed and completely relatable, there is no way I could put this down.

Two broken people fighting to just make it to tomorrow find each other and start to heal. This story is touching super sexy and a must have. I can not wait for the next book in this series and the trance I know I will be in while reading it.

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A.L. Jackson is the New York Times & USA Today Bestselling author of contemporary romance. She writes emotional, sexy, heart-filled stories about boys who usually like to be a little bit bad.

Her bestselling series include THE REGRET SERIES, CLOSER TO YOU, and BLEEDING STARS novels. Be sure to check out her newest series, Fight for Me. The first novel, SHOW ME THE WAY, is out now.

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#BlogTour #NewRelease Still (Grip #2) by Kennedy Ryan @Kennedyrwrites #6Stars #MustRead #GripIsMine 

 Still by Kennedy Ryan is an absolute must read!!  

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I wish I knew how to put into words how very special this book and this series is. On the surface it is a love story, an amazing beautiful love story. It is a story of prejudice and preconceived ideas. It is a story about this spunky girl and this tough man who find in each other a perfect fit. 

“And when the years have passed, 

and we have watched a thousand sunsets, and we are bent, 

our bodies crooked with age  

ask me again. 

In the twilight, 

in the shadow of the life we have shared, 

ask me if I love you, 

and my heart will answer before my lips can part. 

My love, my life,  

my heart never left your hands. 



even after. 


I highlighted so much in this book! Beautiful passages, funny quotes, outrageous incidents. So many parts that I just want to go back to and experience again, feel again. 

Really, I highlighted the entire powder room scene! So HOT and also So FUNNY!! 

“Grip.” She squeezes her eyes closed, her face wreathed in pleasure. “I do need to walk tomorrow.” 

“Yeah?” I press into her, holding her hostage between my body and the brick wall. “Well you should have married some other guy if you need to go around walking all the time.”

There is so much ‘real’ in this book and series. Real life situations, real heartache and heartbreak. But more than anything else, real beauty and humor and love. 

“I want a love with no walls. This world uses whatever it can—race, politics, religion—to divide us. We can have differences, but promise me they won’t be walls that divide us.”

I feel so privileged that I got to experience Bristol & Grip’s love. I think everyone should read this and we all will owe author Kennedy Ryan a huge thank you note for giving this amazing part of herself to us! 

6 Stars!!



“Grip is my ultimate…If I was forced, gun-to-the head, to make one book boyfriend real to be mine, it would be him. No questions asked.”

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I’ll be there.

Through thick and thin.

Ride or die.

You can count on me.


The promises people make. The vows we take.

Assumptions of the heart.

Emotion tells us how we feel, but life…life has a way of plunging us in boiling water, burning away our illusions, testing our faith, trying our convictions.

Love floating is a butterfly, but love tested is an anchor.


For Grip and Bristol,

Love started at the top of the world

On a Ferris wheel under the stars

But when that love is tested, will they fly or fall?


“Mmmmm, that looks good.”

   ​​The comment grabs my attention, and I find myself smiling for the first time since I left Bristol. As she walks toward me, the approaching sunset paints the roof in shadows, but I see her clearly. Dark hair, burnished in places, falls around her shoulders. She has already discarded the dress she wore at lunch today in favor of a T-shirt and nothing else; it’s the one I just tossed into the hamper.

   ​​She tugs at my HABITUAL LINE STEPPER T-shirt, the hem landing at the top of her thighs. Where the T-shirt stops, my eyes keep going, past the lean muscles of her legs and the cut of her calves, the delicate bones of her ankles and to her bare feet. I love this girl, head to toe. Beyond this gorgeous packaging, it’s everything beneath that makes me beyond grateful she’s mine. The loyalty, the bottomless pit that is her heart, her sense of humor. The toughest girl I know is also the most tender, and I’m so honored I get to see both sides, all her sides.

   ​​“You out of clean clothes?” I nod to my T-shirt. “You gotta wear my dirty stuff now?”

   ​​An impish smile tugs at her bare lips. She’s washed away her makeup, and with it, all the sophistication she wraps around herself for her job. Up on this roof in my T-shirt, she’s just my girl. I love her in every iteration, but this is the one only I get to see, so it’s probably my favorite.

   ​​“I have clean clothes.” She steps close enough for me to smell her scent and mine mingling in the fabric. “I like the way this shirt smells.”

   ​​I drop a look over her, my eyes resting on the curves of her breasts in the soft cotton, where her nipples have gone taut under my stare.

   ​​“How does the shirt smell?” I ask, my voice as smoky as the steaks I should be paying attention to.

   ​​“Like you.” She leans forward until her breasts press into my chest. “It smells like you.”

   ​​My hands are twitching to touch her, and I finally surrender, slipping under the shirt to grasp her waist, pulling her up the few inches until our lips meet. I’ve been thinking about these steaks all day, and before Bristol arrived, I thought I was starving—but this, what I feel having her in my arms after hours apart, this is starving. It starts in my balls and tunnels up through my chest, infiltrates my heart, and presses its way to my mouth, which is open and devouring in a lips-searching, tongues-dueling kiss. I grip her by the ass, grinding our bodies together until the texture of her skin and mine, the scents of her skin and mine meld into this one panting, voracious thing that never seems to get enough.

   ​​“You better not burn my steak,” Bristol pants in between kisses.

   ​​I angle my head to send my tongue deeper into her mouth, holding her still, teasing her until she’s straining up, open and begging when I pull back.

   ​​“Grip.” My name is a whimpering complaint. She cups my neck and tugs my head back down.

   ​​“Oh, no.” I resist, laugh, and turn to the grill. “You were so concerned about me burning these steaks, Ms. Medium Rare.”

   ​​“I am.” She slides her arms around me from behind and I feel a sweet sting, her teeth gently biting my shoulder through my T-shirt. I love it when she bites me, but I’m not giving her that satisfaction yet. “But that doesn’t mean you get to stop kissing me. You have to multitask.”

   ​​One slim hand slides over my abs and past my belt to cup me through my jeans.

   ​​Damn. Not sure how long I can keep up this charade that I don’t want to screw her into the wall on the roof where anyone with half a telescope could see.

   ​​“Wow,” I say, keeping my tone unaffected, though she’s gotta feel me getting longer and harder in her hand. “Somebody’s horny as hell.”

   ​​She makes a sound that’s half outraged laughter, half indignant grunt before stepping around to stand in front of me by the grill.

   ​​“I will not be slut-shamed by my own boyfriend.” Amusement lights her eyes, turning them to quicksilver.

   ​​“Shamed?” I put down the grilling fork I’m using for the steaks and reach for her again. “No shame in being horny for me, baby. I wanna give you a gold star.”

   ​​Her eyes slide down to the erection poking her in the stomach. “Is that what we’re calling it now? Should we name it?”

   ​​“Guys who have to name their dicks probably aren’t using ’em right.”

   ​​“So I ask again . . . should we name it?”

   ​​I cock a brow and press our hips together.

“Are you implying that I don’t know how to use mine? Because that’s not the impression I got this morning when you came so hard you were singing like a bird.”

   ​​She tilts her head, her eyes wide and considering. “Did you say like a bird?” A small smile plays around her lips. “What made you say that?”

   ​​“I don’t know.” I give a careless shrug. “Why?”

   ​​“It’s silly,” she says, rolling her eyes in self-derision. “I was thinking today when I laughed it sounded like . . .”

   ​​Bristol blushes about once every Halley’s Comet, so the color washing across her cheeks makes me wonder.

   ​​“What?” I probe. “Your laugh sounded like what?”

   ​​“Like a happy bird,” she mumbles, peering up at me like I’m going to laugh in her face.

   ​​Which I do.

   ​​“Stop laughing at me.” She narrows her eyes in mock warning.

   ​​“Right.” I dip my head to catch her eyes and tease her. “Because when you tell me you laugh like a happy bird I’m just supposed let you get away with that.”

   ​​“I’m not telling you things anymore.” She narrows her eyes and folds her arms over her chest.

   ​​“Yeah, right. I’m your best friend.” I pull her back into me. “You’ll tell me everything like you always do.”

   ​​“You are, you know.” Her voice softens. “My best friend, I mean.”

When she looks at me like this, her eyes stripped of every defense, no guard in sight, completely honest and open and vulnerable, I feel slightly invincible. It’s a trick of the heart, I know, but I can’t help but think that as long as she looks at me like this, there isn’t anything I couldn’t survive, that our love is the stuff of legends, rolled in Teflon, disaster-proof. I’m as fanciful as Bristol, my laughing bird.

“You’re mine, too,” I echo her sentiment. “My best friend.”

“I won’t tell Rhyson,” she promises with a grin.

“I’m pretty sure he spits the same line to Kai.” I keep a straight face. “We have to say that shit to get laid.”

“I hate you.”

“Orrrrrrrrr do you love me and want to blow me after dinner?” I shrug and lift my hands, my palms up. “Just saying. Listen to your heart, Bristol. Listen to your heart.”

“I’m listening to my belly right now, smartass, and it’s growling. Feed me.”

“Like my mama used to say, ain’t no freeloaders in this house. What’ll you give me for feeding you?”

“Um . . .”

“I do have a suggestion, if you’re searching.”

“Let me guess—you have a ‘Will fuck for food’ sign up here somewhere?”

“I used bubble letters.” I laugh and give her ass a light smack. “You can barter that booty.”

It’s so damn easy with Bristol—our banter, the chemistry, the perfect rhythm of our conversation. It was one of the first things I noticed when we met all those years ago. We didn’t read each other’s minds or finish each other’s sentences. It wasn’t cosmic, but it was a connection that seized me by the brain and grabbed me by the balls. She was as smart as she was sexy, as curious as she was forthcoming. There were years in between when we made things complicated, when things were strained, but now with our hearts settled on each other for good, it’s simple.







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Kennedy Ryan is a Southern girl gone Southern California. A Top 100 Amazon Bestseller, Kennedy writes romance about remarkable women who find a way to thrive even in tough times, the love they find, and the men who cherish them.


She is a wife to her lifetime lover and mother to an extraordinary son. She has always leveraged her journalism background to write for charity and non-profit organizations, but enjoys writing to raise Autism awareness most. A contributor for Modern Mom Magazine, Kennedy’s writings have appeared in Chicken Soup for the Soul, USA Today and many others. The founder and executive director of a foundation serving Georgia families living with Autism, Kennedy has appeared on Headline News, Montel Williams, NPR and other outlets as a voice for families living with autism.


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***He wants a second chance. I want a divorce. To get what I want, I’ll have to give him what he does.***

From New York Times & USA Today bestselling author, Nicole Williams:

The only benefit I want from my ex is a divorce.

We got married for all the wrong reasons. The one thing we got right was our separation. I should have known better than to think I could bet on forever with a guy like Canaan Ford. Everything about him screamed impermanent, from his wild eyes to his restless soul. 

When I left him and the small town I’d spent my whole life in, I swore I’d never go back. Never only turned out to be five years. Canaan claims he’s changed, but he hasn’t—same knowing smile, same rough demeanor, same body crafted from sin and sinew. And yet, something is different. He thinks this is his chance for redemption. My disagreement comes in the form of divorce papers dropped in his lap. He refuses to sign them. Unless . . .

He wants a month to prove himself to me—that’s his offer. One month to make me fall in love with him again and if I don’t, he’ll sign the papers. As much as I want to say no, I agree. I can suffer my ex for a short amount of time if that’s what it takes to be free of him once and for all. I fell for him once; I won’t make that same mistake twice. 

He says we’re not over. I say we were over before we got started. Only one of us can be right, and I can’t let it be him

🖤🔥🖤🔥 Review By TashaM 🔥🖤🔥🖤

 I was really scared going into this Book. It took me some time to even start it. But once I started it I instantly connected with this story and these characters. I absolutely understood how mistakes can happen when you fall inlove at a young age.

This book about Maggie and Canaan represent many many Young married couples that fought hard to be together, went through many heartbreaks and heartwarming moments. This book was Raw and So damn real. It’s something I went through so I know how that when left why she had to and I know why Canaan let her.

I loved watching him fight for her, I loved watching him support her and I loved watching him show her how much he has grown up and changed. Boy did I connect with that.

Like in this beautiful book there is so much truth in if you love them set them free and when they come back they are truly yours. I know that down to me very soul.

Grab this Fantastic Book and be prepared to be taken on Amazing Journey. Know that there many ppl that have been through this very strong and come out on the other side happier, more inlove and sure right to their Soul that they with the right Person.


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Before I could attempt to figure out how to follow that, he lifted his hands. “I’m here to help. That’s all. No hidden agenda. I swear,” he added when I eyed the stack of packing supplies like there was a secret code I was meant to decipher.
“I don’t want to fight. Or argue. Or debate. Or anything else you and I could never stop going on and on about.”
“I don’t either.” He kept his hands raised for another moment before dropping them at his sides. “We didn’t always used to be like that, you know?”
“I remember. And then we turned thirteen and hormones got the better of us and we couldn’t seem to stop fighting.”
“I remember times we weren’t fighting. Lots of times.”
“The only times we weren’t fighting was when we were making out or making something.” I closed the door and cleared my throat.
“Fighting and fucking. We were damn great at both.”
If it wasn’t for the boyish grin he gave me right then, he would have gotten more than a grumble from me.
“We should have just stayed friends. That was the only relationship we were good at.”
“We never could have just stayed friends.”
“Why not?” I glanced around for a sweater to throw on, since that was the second time he’d looked at me like he had to convince himself not to misbehave.
“Chemistry. You and I had it.” He started folding the first box, his hands working with all of his attention directed at me. “You and I still have it.”
The warm jolt that shot through my veins whenever he came close confirmed his theory. However . . .
“You need a lot more than chemistry to make a marriage work. To make any relationship work.”
His shoulder lifted as he taped the box. “Of course you do. But a hell of a lot of chemistry sure doesn’t go bad with all of that other love, trust, and respect stuff. Does it?”
Grabbing a box, I put a good distance between us before starting to make it. “I wouldn’t know.”
Canaan stopped in the middle of yanking a strip of tape. “I felt like we had those things. Maybe not in the amount we should have, but I always loved and trusted you. And I respected the shit out of you too.”
I thought back to all of those nights I stayed awake, waiting for him to come home. My hand cupped around my telephone, whispering silent prayers to whatever god was listening at the time. I thought about the empty bottles and mornings of him not being able to recall anything of the night before. The scents of other women on him. I remembered tending to wounds and mending injuries.
Although the real ones that needed fixed I was never able to heal.
My eyes met his and lingered there. “You had a funny way of showing it.”
His mouth opened instantly, but it closed just as fast. He took a full breath. “I know.”

DEAR BRIDGET, I WANT YOU #hotDr @Vikeeland @PenelopeAuthor #DynamicDuo


Dear Bridget, I Want You

Bridget and Simon rocked my world. I love this story hook line and sinker. I couldn’t help but laugh throughout the whole story.

There was so much greatness going on here with NO unnecessary drama.

Oh wait and the twist!! OMG THE TWIST. I never saw that coming not even a little bit.

Seriously this story was utter perfection a story that you need to experience for yourself. I mean heck who doesn’t LOVE a hot doctor with a British accent.

5 totally Hooked stars


(A standalone novel)

Release date 9/18/2017

A Contemporary Romance Novel

New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal Bestselling Authors

Penelope Ward & Vi Keeland


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Dear Bridget,

I’m writing this letter because it’s highly doubtful I’ll ever garner the courage to say this to your face.

So, here goes.

We’re totally wrong for each other. You’re the proper single mum with a good head on your shoulders. I’m just the carefree British doctor passing through town and temporarily living in your converted garage until I head back to England.

But here’s the thing… for some bloody reason, I can’t stop thinking about you in very inappropriate ways.

I want you.

The only reason I’m even admitting all of this to you right now is because I don’t believe it’s one-sided. I notice your eyes when you look at me, too. And as crass as I appear when we’re joking around about sex, my attraction to you is not a joke.

So, what’s the purpose of this note? I guess it’s a reminder that we’re adults, that sex is healthy and natural, and that you can find me just through the door past the kitchen. More specifically, it’s to let you know that I’m leaving said door cracked open from now on in case you’d like to visit me in the middle of the night sometime.

No questions asked.

Think about it.

Or don’t.

Whatever you choose.

It’s doubtful I’ll even end up sliding this letter under your door anyway.


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Penelope Ward

Penelope Ward is a New York Times, USA Today, and #1 Wall Street Journal Bestselling author of thirteen novels. With over a million books sold, her titles have placed on the New York Times Bestseller list seventeen times. She is the proud mother of a beautiful 12-year-old girl with autism (the inspiration for the character Callie in Gemini) and a 10-year-old boy. Penelope, her husband, and kids reside in Rhode Island.


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Vi Keeland is a #1 New York Times Bestselling author. With more than a million and a half books sold, her titles have appeared in over eighty Bestseller lists and are currently translated in seventeen languages. She lives 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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❣️❣️Something Worth Saving ❣️❣️

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They had it all. 
Or so they thought. 
A fairytale kind of romance that started with a girl and a boy falling head over heels in love. 
This isn’t that part of the story. This is what happens after the happily ever after. After careers blossom, babies, stretch marks, and carpools.
Nadia is lost. As much as she loves her life, she hardly recognizes the reflection in the mirror. All she sees is his wife, their mom.
Owen works hard. Somewhere between his career and life, working to provide everything possible for his girls, he lost track of what was important. 
After one too many broken promises, cold shoulders, and nonexistent attempts at trying to work on ‘them’, she is ready for her life to change. When she does, he wakes up and realizes his own mistakes. 
Do Owen and Nadia have something worth saving?


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 I’m surprised you noticed.

Her voice chimed through his head again in a tone that made his stomach roll and his heart ache. It was her tone. God, that damn tone in her voice.


Was it because he’d had to cancel their date? He rolled onto his back and looked at the ceiling. The ceiling fan’s soft whirling too loud in his ears, making it impossible for him to shut his mind off, he turned again and faced the closet.

Hanging there was his black suit. The one she liked him to wear. Her favorite, she’d told him once, grinning, slightly drunk and so fucking beautiful it almost hurt to look at her. The only pain greater would be not to look. His suit was freshly dry-cleaned. Hanging over it was a dark hunter-green dress. New from the look of the tags still hanging off it. Hunter green. His favorite color. She’d bought a new dress for their date. How long ago? He tried to think about her mentioning going shopping, but he couldn’t remember.

All he could seem to remember was her talking about gymnastics, ballet lessons, what crazy stunts Simone was up to, and PTA meetings.

She used to share every bit of her day.

When had she stopped sharing?

Or had he stopped listening?

I’m surprised you noticed.

He turned again to look at her, watching her face twist slightly, a tear falling from the corner of her shut eyes, and his heart stopped. What could she be dreaming about to make her cry? Instinctively, he moved into her, pulling her body close to him, loving the way she felt next to him and how easily she molded into his body, wrapping her leg over his thigh. He breathed in the scent of her hair and tried to remember the last time he’d held her close. He closed his eyes in pain, not able to bring it up.

I’m surprised you noticed.

She wanted to take the girls to Santa Barbara, to a house that was a mess and needed work, over staying here. Instead of staying in their home?


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 💞💞 💞💞Review By TashaM 💞💞💞💞

This book was Classic Mayra Statham unique style. It was so Real and Beautiful. It’s about after the HEA, after the kids and after The Honeymoon phase. 

It’s Honest and true, This outstandingly Written book tells us how it’s ok to get into that rut after so many years of marriage. It’s almost teaches you how to fix and repair that. 

It shows you that as long as you love someone you should fight to the death to save that relationship. 

This book, These Characters and especially the kids stole my heart Completely. This book will remain with you for Forever. 

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 Title: The Long Way Home 

Genre: Contemporary Romance 

Re-release Date: 9-14-17 

Broken. Shattered. Destroyed. 
Healing seems impossible. 
Moving on…


I can’t let go of the past. The overwhelming guilt won’t let me. I fight the pain every single day but it’s not getting any easier to carry, and there are days when I wonder if I will ever find happiness.
Or if I even deserve it.  
Determined to endure my misery alone, I’ve pushed everyone out of my life, including my best friend, Linc. Now he’s back and he won’t leave without a fight. He’s tearing down my walls and forcing me to face what I’ve kept buried for so long. Because of him, I feel like I can finally breathe again, and there’s a sliver of hope weaving its way into my heart. 
Will it be enough to save me from the darkness that threatens to drown me?  
Love isn’t always easy.  
But it’s always worth it. 
Author’s note: The Long Way Home is a new edition of the previously published book titled Sylvie. With the exception of a new cover, blurb, title, and added bonus material all other content remains the same.

 Excerpt #1 
The light in the bathroom is bright, revealing the dark shadows coloring the skin beneath my eyes. Even good makeup can’t conceal what I’m trying to hide, the pain that is locked away with the mountain of regret. My worst enemy is my memory, reminding me every single day of the chances I didn’t take and the decisions I waited too long to make. 
The knot in my throat is tight, and I just can’t seem to swallow past it today. 
God, will I ever be able to go a day without crying? 
Turning away from the mirror I press my back to the wall, trying to stifle a runaway sob. But they rack my body in relentless waves of grief and despair. I ride it out, until I feel a little bit of the weight ease from my shoulders. 
But it’s only temporary. The heaviness is back with a vengeance when I look in the mirror once more. I can’t escape it. No matter how hard I try. 
Wiping my nose, I dry my eyes. Grateful my small breakdown hadn’t been worse. 
Usually once I start, it’s nearly impossible to stop. 
I stand facing the mirror as I release my blonde hair from a ponytail then pull it neatly back in place, a meager attempt to conceal the evidence of my consuming misery. 
It’s a wasted effort. 
I’m still a mess. 
Feeling only slightly better, I make my way back out front, refill several glasses and serve another table before noting the hostess has seated a new customer in my section. 
I retrieve my pen and pad from my apron as I make my way over. “Hey there, what can I…” I blink, my brain and heart still trying to play catch-up while a flock of butterflies take flight in my belly. 
Am I dreaming? 
He smiles. 
A smile I haven’t seen in a long, long time, and it’s such a welcome sight. Tears burn behind my eyes, and I swear my heart damn near stops altogether when he stands from the table. 
My name is like a solemn vow, wholesome and pure, tugging at the strings of my stumbling heart. Without hesitation, he pulls me into his strong arms, and I immediately sag against him, soaking up his warmth. 
It feels like it’s been a lifetime since I could breathe without it hurting. 
I steal a moment of comfort in his arms and his familiar scent has me struggling to let go. 
“What are you doing here?” I ask, forcing myself to release him. 
Guilt gnaws at my stomach, remembering the hateful words I’d said to him the last time we saw each other. Linc and I were once best friends. We told each other everything. But we haven’t spoken in over a year and even though there was still so much left unsaid, it was as if he never really left. 
His brown hair is a little longer but it looks good on him. A light dusting of scruff covers his sharp jaw, making him appear rugged and hard, but his soft green eyes remind me of his kind heart and kindred spirit. 
His warm smile slowly fades, and that’s when I notice the pain in his eyes. “Mama has cancer,” he says softly. 
I fall to the chair next me, my knees unsteady from the blow of this devastating news. “Oh God, I’m so sorry, Linc.” 
He takes the seat across from me. “Doc says her chances are really good. They caught it early, but her treatment will be aggressive, so she’s got a long road ahead.”
I cover his hand with my own, a sharp pang piercing my chest. He lost his father when he was seventeen. His mother is all he’s ever had; it would kill him if he lost her, too. “Please let me know what I can do to help. I had no idea she was sick. I…I haven’t seen Gwynn in a while. I should go visit.”
He smiles again, but this time it’s weak, sad. “She’d love that,” he says. “She misses you and Caroline.” 
I miss you, too. 
He doesn’t say the words out loud but he doesn’t have to. Those eyes of his tell me more than I care to know. We’ve always had a way of communicating without speaking. 
A smile.
A touch.
A look. 
He knows me in ways no man does. Or ever will. There’s a heavy amount of comfort in that but there’s also an incredible amount of guilt.
I stand, eager to put some distance between us. “What can I get you to drink?”
He clears his throat. “Sweet tea.” 
“Comin’ right up.” 
I feel his eyes on me as I move through the tables. I cash out one of my customers and refill a few glasses before eventually pouring his glass of tea. 
My skin prickles all over as I approach. “Have you decided what you want yet?” I pull my order pad from the pocket of my apron. 
Linc pins me with his sharp, unforgiving eyes. “Yeah, I know what I want, Sylvie.”
 “What’ll it be?” I ask, my voice just as shaky as my hands. 

 Excerpt #2
It’s nearly dark when I wander out onto the porch and find Linc packing up his tools and loading up his truck.

“I won’t be here tomorrow so make sure you bring water and your lunch.” 

He chuckles, the sound soothing and warm. “I will.” 

Slamming the tailgate of his truck, he walks to the foot of the steps. The porch light illuminates his face as a smile teases the corners of his lips. 

I fold my arms across my chest. 

I’ve never had to fight so hard at it. When Dean was here it was easier to mask. But now that he’s gone, it’s taking everything I have to cover it up. 

He props a booted foot onto the bottom step. “We’ll be finished tomorrow.” 



“Doesn’t mean I’m finished with you though.”


“Told ya I ain’t goin’ nowhere.” Linc plants his feet on the porch, standing directly in front of me, eyes gleaming with affection. The green irises set my body on fire and build an inferno of heat, raging in my heart and between my legs. 

“What’s for dinner?” 

I smile because, damn it all to hell, when it comes to him, I can’t help myself. “Fish sticks and macaroni and cheese.” 

He smirks. “You know that’s my favorite.” 

One minute I’m standing on my front porch, trying desperately to resist him. And the next minute, I’m in his arms…

Giving in. 

His lips claim mine, soft yet hard paired with unmistakable determination. His warm tongue tangles with mine, tasting of deep longing and strong desire. 

The kiss of that desperate boy long ago pales in comparison to that of this unyielding man. 

I throw my arms around his shoulders as he backs me into the door. “I’ve waited a fucking lifetime for this?” he whispers across my lips before seizing them once more, renewing his passion. 

I’ve dreamed of this moment for so long, to feel his touch, to taste his lips once more. The possessive manner in which his fingers brand my skin, the way his tongue greedily slides against mine.

Linc begins to slow the kiss but I’m not ready for it to end, so I dig deeper and pull tighter, in my vain attempt to soar higher. 

I don’t want to let this moment go. 


His hands cup my face and I can sense him trying to pull away, so I let him, because otherwise I’ll beg him to take me right here and now. His forehead rests against mine, and I take this opportunity to breathe him in. 

“God, I’ve missed you so much.” 

“I’ve missed you, too,” I say, still trying to grasp the reality of what is happening. “I still can’t believe you’re here.” 

His eyes meet mine as confusion settles on his face. “Why?” 

“Because of everything that’s happened between us. Because of everything I said to you. I thought you would hate me forever. It’s what I wanted.” 

“I could never hate you.” 

“I would hate me,” I whisper.

His hands move to my back, pulling me into his chest. “Know what I hate? I hate what he’s done to you. I hate what he took away from us, and most of all, I hate that you’re still letting him.” 

God, I hate it, too. 

“It’s time.” 

“I know.” I agree, because even though I don’t deserve him, I need him in order to survive this. 
Excerpt #4 
When we pull to a stop, I let the engine run. It’s already ten forty-five. I have to be home by midnight. We can’t stay long. My sweaty palms grip the steering wheel while blood rushes my ears, anxious to know what will happen next.
The alternative rock station we’re listening to switches songs and “All I Need” by Radiohead pours from the speakers, the dark sound setting the tone as he catches my eye, turning it up. 
“Love this song,” he says. 
“It’s one of my favorites, too.” 
He continues to smoke his cigarette casually and damn it all to hell if he doesn’t look hot doing it. Then he swings his eyes to mine once more as the dark lyrics fill the space between us, his gaze bringing me down to a level of need I don’t understand. 
But the need is not within me. 
It’s in him. 
With a sense of resolve, he drops out of the truck and rounds the front, flicking what is left of his cigarette into the night before opening my door. 
Reaching for my hand, he pulls me out. “Dance with me.”
There, on a dirt road in the middle of nowhere, with nothing more than the low beam headlights guiding our way, we dance. His arms wrap around me and so does his scent, intoxicating and new. 


He pulls me closer, our cheeks touching, breaths meeting warm skin while my heart races in my chest. I want him to kiss me. He’s probably kissed tons of girls, good-looking as he is. 
Girls who know how to kiss. 
Girls who know how to do lots of things I don’t. 
He is a man, after all. And I’ve never kissed a man before. I’ve only kissed two boys and their sloppy tongues and groping hands were nothing to write home about. 
His fingers press into my lower back before his warm mouth whispers in my ear and my body tingles. 
“I’m going to kiss you now, Sylvie.” A rough thumb works back and forth across my fevered skin as he pulls back to gaze down at me, my heart thunders so hard in my chest I think I might pass out. His face is but a shadow in the still of the night, however, there is no mistaking the want in his eyes. 
It tugs at something inside of me, calls to me in a way that I cannot fathom. 
Then his mouth descends on mine, paralyzing me. I’m not sure what to do with my hands so I let them hang loosely by my side, but the moment he backs me into the front of the truck they gain purchase, fisting in the sides of his shirt.
He tastes of smoke, fire, and desperation. It’s overwhelming, frightening, and addictive—his need for me. 
The kiss begins to slow but my blood rushes faster, eager for more. 
“Sylvie,” he breathes against my lips.
My panting heart grows sluggish and weak as he brushes his thumb across my swollen lips. His forehead drops to mine, his shoulders tense and tight beneath my hands. Something flickers in his eyes, something dark and mystifying, luring me in. 
“You’re going to make me fall in love with you, aren’t you?” Warmth sings in my blood while resolution settles in his eyes. He breathes the words against my lips, a whisper of possibility that has me flying across the star-

🌼💥🌼💥 Review By TashaM 🌼💥🌼💥

 When I saw this ARC I was so so happy yet terrified. I knew it would be different but I really didn’t know how excellent it would be.

I think it’s my 3rd book by K.Langston and this woman is definitely an automatic one click Author. She writes so beautifully. With this book she has proved she touch people’s Souls so profoundly.

This book Gosh will it damage you. It will have you sobbing. You will want to slap Dean and shake him. Ask him how can he be so selfish. What type of a man does this to his family. God knew I could see he was lost but Fuck me I still hated him and the situation he put Sylvie and Caroline in.  When you have the world in your palms and you refuse to see how you are destroying it until it was to damn late, that is it own damn fault.This book Proves an Age Old Truth. You can’t help Someone when they don’t yet know they need it.

Sylvie….My heart shattered for her. I wanted to hold her and be her friend. I wanted to say you tried. I was so proud of her and how she faced her responsibility head on. She was willing to fight for Dean, for his well being and even when she knew it was lost and she had to put herself and Caroline first she still wanted to see him through his dark times…

This woman’s strength and courage awed me. She was so Brilliant and it was a shame she blamed and hurt herself for something she had no control of.
To say Dean was a selfish Bastard feels so good. But how do we Judge when we know nothing about a person’s demons. His demons were so powerful that it almost took Sylvie as well. They day he fought and didn’t do what his mind was forcing him to do, I wanted to Hug him. Gosh the Pain, the Struggle the hurt fuckity it cut deep. You feel all their emotions. What one person’s actions can do to so many lives.

Linc was an Angel in disguise. Yes he was Slyvie’s best friend. Yes she loved him so much but even a blind person knows that the Best Love Stories start with Amazing friendships. Dean definitely saw this and I don’t understand why he stood in the way of it. Why he never set Sylvie free without Hurt and Guilt. That was not love. Love always wants you to be happy not trapped. You love someone you set them free if they don’t feel the same.

Linc the Polar opposite of Dean. This man’s patience and love has the brightest light ever seen. His hope was unwavering. His knowing and understanding towards Sylvie was astounding. His love was Pure Magic. Love that was from the Depths of his soul and you feel it all. He knew. He understood that what you love set it free and if it’s meant for you it will find its way back. He knew Sylvie was his and eventually would be by his side. That unwavering faith can shake a person.

God really put Linc  on this earth for Sylvie. He was what she needed every single moment in this book.

This story teaches you about healing and letting Go of things you don’t have the ability to change…Yet it is so Breathtakingly Beautiful. The words written by this Author will have you hooked from the Prologue.

Grab this book ladies and be prepared to not want to put this book down till you read the Epilogue.

Floved this book. Enjoy Ladies.

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I’m Dr. Nick Raines.

Brain surgeon and notorious over-thinker, I take the analytical approach with everything, until I can determine the best, carefully calculated plan of action. It’s no shock the producers of the popular reality series The Doctor Is In have decided to call me Dr. Neurotic.   


Besides my more than full-time job as Chief of Neurosurgery at St. Luke’s Hospital, I’m a single dad and my number one priority is my daughter.     


But life had plans to add another priority to my list.

Charlotte Hollis. Outspoken, impulsive, and beautiful, she’s everything I didn’t know I was craving.


She makes me wonder What if?


What if I don’t have to be alone for the rest of my life to give my little girl the father she deserves? 

It’s a battle—my battle: Head vs. Heart. 


Authors are not responsible for any brain injury incurred in an effort to meet Dr. Nick Raines. Please just read the book.

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With a quick smack and a groan, I silenced the alarm and rolled over to my stomach to shove my head into the fluff of my pillow.

      “Oh my God,” I grumbled.

      Even the sound of my own voice was grating.

      Great, I thought. This should make work interesting.

      I grabbed my phone off of my nightstand, rolled back onto my back, and typed out a quick message.


      Me: So, apparently, you’re a sadist.


      A reply popped up nearly immediately.


      Charlotte: Wimp.


      Me: I’m actually sore.


      Charlotte: It takes time to acclimate to the dance life. You’ve got good moves, though. Be proud, soldier, be proud.


      Me: Oh, so I suppose you’re completely fine?


      Charlotte: Yep. 😉


      Me: I kind of hate you.


      Charlotte: That wears off. Trust me. Pretty soon you won’t be able to live without me.

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I’m Dr. Nick Raines.

Brain surgeon and notorious over-thinker, I take the analytical approach with everything, until I can determine the best, carefully calculated plan of action. It’s no shock the producers of the popular reality series The Doctor Is In have decided to call me Dr. Neurotic.   


Besides my more than full-time job as Chief of Neurosurgery at St. Luke’s Hospital, I’m a single dad and my number one priority is my daughter.     


But life had plans to add another priority to my list.

Charlotte Hollis. Outspoken, impulsive, and beautiful, she’s everything I didn’t know I was craving.


She makes me wonder What if?


What if I don’t have to be alone for the rest of my life to give my little girl the father she deserves? 

It’s a battle—my battle: Head vs. Heart. 

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The heroine of this novel just might threaten to slap you with a d*ck if you don’t like her…or if she doesn’t like you.

Disclaimer for the disclaimer: Theoretically, we support this. Physically, we do not. Direct all fictional lawsuits to Charlotte Hollis directly.


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🖤🔥🖤 Review By TashaM 🖤🔥🖤

OMFG MAX MONROE ARE ABSOLUTELY GUINNESS…. This book was Everything. Stop what you doing and grab this Fucking book now. Remember you not gonna wanna put this book down to cook or clean.

Nick as we know is Winnie’s Ex and Lexi’s dad. He was an arse but OMFG did he make up for it in the biggest way ever. This book was Undoubtedly my Favourite Max Monroe Book.
Yes I say that every book they write but they fucking Wow me with every book.

From page one you fall inlove with these Characters. Charlotte and Nick are so amazing. They are what you call the Perfect Ying to His Yang. They are made for each other.
Their Dialogue and banter was Outstanding. Never, not one second you lose interest or get bored..
Everything thing was absolutely perfect.
Lexi who I fell in love with when I met in Winnie’s book was just another Beautifully written addition here. Seeing with her dad was so Amazing, so beautiful… Watching Nick repent and make good for all the wrong was also Awe inspiring to watch. He knew his mistake and would stop at nothing to make things right
Boy did he repent. Nothing comes before his daughter now.

Trust me when I say nothing comes before Lexi. It’s all a ClusterFuck when it gets to that part. I was like OH MY FUCKING GOD THIS CAN’T BE HAPPENING. I so didn’t see it. Not at all. But I understood their decisions. I would have so done the same. But Boy did it fucking it.

Grab this book ladies… Nick and Charlotte will melt your panties, make you Giggle like school girls, swoon like teenage and Laugh till tears roll down your eyes.

Beautifully, Brilliantly Written.

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Cockloft: A firefighter term used as a structural space above ceiling and below rafters, often connecting adjacent occupancies and permitting fire to spread laterally, often unseen.
Gabriel Martinez is the most arrogant and infuriating man I’ve ever met. He has a knee-weakening smirk that makes me want to kiss—no—slap it off his rude, sexy face. Judging by his ego, you’d think the hose in his pants is as big as the one on his fire truck. Not that I know anything about that nor do I want to. Nope, not at all. He’s already been forgotten like last season’s Michael Kors.
CeCe Kensington is as pretentious and spoiled as they come. The ridiculous purses she shoulders around are as big as her attitude. And don’t get me started on her mile-long legs or full, glossy lips that are meant to be wrapped around a guy’s… If she only knew the dirty things I think about doing to that sassy mouth of hers, she’d be hightailing it back to her side of town.

When the beautiful boutique owner and sexy firefighter meet in the most unlikely situation, their two worlds collide, creating an explosion of misperceptions and combustible heat, trapping them in a fire they never saw coming. 

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🔥❤️🔥 Review by TashaM 🔥❤️🔥

As always 6 stars to K.C Lynn. Boy this woman knows how to write. There has never been a book by her that I didn’t love. That didn’t have me sitting up all night reading. This book most definitely is Top 10 of the Year.

So Cockloft is CeCe’s book and if you loved her before. You in for a treat. From start to end I hooked. CeCe is everything we love and more. This woman is who I wanna be when I grow up. I love her Jist for life and her Fun, Sassy attitude. I adore her saying it as it and never being someone she is not.
I love how easily she drops her Walls around Gabe.
Then again no stands a chance with him. The man is One in a Million. No way you not gonna fall inlove with him. He is exactly what CeCe needs in a man.
I love their Banter, their Sexy talk, their Pillow talk but most of all the comic Lines in this book will have you Giggling like a school girl. Well in my case trying not to laugh too hard cos I might Pee Myself.

This book is damn Good. It definitely gets all the stars. From Start to end was just Beautifully written. The low Angst and Drama is exactly what the Doctor ordered for me., And boy did I get in buckets. I have to tell you there are moments you can’t help but tear up and there are moments that will set your panties on fire.
This book is the perfect example of just a little of everything at it’s perfection.

Grab it now and be prepared to be Laugh and swoon and Fan yourself.