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Release Date: January 30, 2019
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Synopsis

She’s just a tool, and I’ll ruin her, because I need to.
From the moment I first saw her, Ivy Prescot has been a bad idea. Strong willed, beautiful, intelligent–she is my perfect storm. The attraction is palpable, undeniable.
The problem is she’s the assistant to the CEO of a hundred-million dollar company.
She’s my assistant.
The other problem? She was previously the assistant to my rival and the man I have sworn to destroy at all costs.
I need her to achieve my goal, but I will rip apart anyone that stands in my way.
In the game of crushing kings of men, I never planned on my heart being a sacrifice.
Everything is in motion, unable to be stopped. I can only hope that when the dust settles she will forgive me.

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The tyrant was back. I blamed the doctor’s appointment and lack of food and coffee. His mood was atrocious and I’d come so close to smacking that sneer from his face.
I had so enjoyed our conversation the day before. For a few brief moments I actually liked him, but those seemed like a distant memory from long ago.
“Did I not say I didn’t want to be disturbed?”
“Yes, but I didn’t think I was included.”
“You are. Out.”
My teeth ground together as anger flared. I was tired of being tossed out, ignored. How were we supposed to work together with his constant attitude? “What is wrong with you?”
“I don’t want to be disturbed and yet you are still standing here.”
“I’m your assistant,” I ground out, hating that he would even give me the courtesy of looking at me.
“And the biggest fucking distraction. Now get out.”
I was done playing nice. “Why do you have to be such an ass?”
He turned and finally leveled that steely glare on me. “Why can’t you follow the simplest of instructions?” he lashed out.
“Throwing me out of your office is not an instruction,” I snapped back. “For weeks, I’ve been grinding hard to learn all I can, to understand you and how you work, but you make that an almost impossibility. You lock yourself away, won’t open up, let me see how you work. How am I supposed to meet your expectations if I’m never given the opportunity to figure out what those are?”
I watched his fingers clench, then release, only to clench again.
“There is a reason for that.”
“What reason?”
His entire body was coiled so tightly it felt like I was waiting for the inevitable snap. Had I pushed him too far?
“It’s obviously your failure to understand, to connect. It’s not my job to spell everything out, to tell you how to do things.”
I stared at him in stunned silence. Somehow, I was being blamed for our lack of communication, for my inability to do my job. Not him or the lack of training. Me.
I had done so much to learn about him and his habits, to be able to anticipate his needs. Months of stowing away little bits of information and categorizing him just like the software he worked so hard to cultivate.
I wasn’t the issue.
Anger boiled up. The tension that moved between us like a live wire only grew. We were at the end of the fuse, and I did not want to be looking for a new job when the dust settled. Something had to change.
But fuck it, I was mad.
I grabbed the nearest thing–a pen–and threw it at him. His brow furrowed as he looked down at the spot, then back to me.
“You’re the issue, not me!” I cried out as I grabbed the next item. It bounced off him like the first, a completely unnoticeable hit. “I just want to help, to do my job, and you make that so unbelievably difficult!” The next item felt much heavier than the previous ones, but that didn’t register until it was on its impact trajectory.
Time seemed to slow. His eyes went wide and he ducked before being struck. It wasn’t until the item smashed into the wall, exploding into multiple pieces, that I knew what it was.
A stapler. Shit!
In two large steps he was able to reach out and grab me. I spun until I was sandwiched between the wall and a very angry Lincoln Devereux.
It was so different from the last time I was in his arms, but no less intoxicating.
His chest was pressed up against mine, while I attempt to push away, but there was no way I was breaking through the wall behind me. My gaze was glued to his Adam’s apple and I could see the tick of his jaw.
“Miss Prescot, you are way out of line,” he said in a low growl.
I shot my eyes up to his. “Me? Are you serious? Do you even register what you’re doing right now?”
“You threw a stapler at my head,” he seethed.
I glared at him. “I knew it would fly straighter than the file next to it.”
His hands landed on my waist before slowly moving around to my back. The sound of my heart beating was deafening. The way my body burned under his touch, the way I desperately wanted to melt into him, was even stronger than the only other time his arms were around me. Turned on didn’t come close to the feeling pulsing through me.
He learned down, his mouth an inch from my ear. “You’ll pay for that.”
A shiver ran through me and my fingers clenched the fabric of his suit.
Since I first bumped into him I had wondered what his lips felt like. Were they soft? Was he a sweet kisser or a taker?
I didn’t have to wonder any longer, because no sooner had he finished his sentence his lips crashed to mine.

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#NewRelease A PLACE WITHOUT YOU by Jewel E Ann @JewelE_Ann #5Stars #Emotional #Romance #Standalone #OurReviews #NewAdult

#NewRelease A PLACE WITHOUT YOU by Jewel E Ann @JewelE_Ann #5Stars #Emotional #Romance #OurReviews #NewAdult

A Place Without You, an all-new emotional New Adult romance from Jewel E. Ann, is available now!

OUR REVIEW:

At the start of A Place Without You, I was pretty sure this book was not going to be for me. As much as I loved the writing and the story, there was one aspect of the story that made me feel uncomfortable and I wasn’t sure that I could get beyond it. But the subject was handled so well and it “fit” the story, I was just caught up and immersed in the storytelling.

“Vulnerability takes more strength than anything else in life. You have to be willing to feel absolutely every emotion. Vulnerability is the sharpest knife, the longest marathon, the highest mountain.”

Henna is behind her friends in school and having to redo senior year. She has survived a horrific accident but was left with physical and emotional damage. On the outside, Henna seems to be taking everything in stride with a carefree attitude.

“I can do the right thing, or I can love you, but I can’t do both.”

Bodhi is the opposite of carefree. He is tortured and guilt-ridden, living a life that he feels is all he deserves. As much as he cannot resist Henna, he thinks that she is completely out of reach.

“Timing guides our lives more than love. Love is just an emotion—timing is our destiny. Missed opportunities. Serendipity. Fate … it’s all about timing, not love.”

A Place Without You is forbidden, angsty, heart breaking and absolutely beautiful. It is a love story with characters who are real and flawed but ultimately stole my heart.

-5 Stars!!-

-Diane-

 

The Law of Henna and Bodhi:

When love breaks, fall inward, fall together, and fall hard. Then let time pick up the pieces.

 

Everything feels temporary when you’ve experienced tragedy—until Henna Lane meets Bodhi at a music festival.

 

Young and spontaneous, they have a lust for seizing the moment, falling hard and fast.

When Bodhi is forced to leave without a goodbye, Henna thinks she’ll never get over him. But then she meets Mr. Malone, her sexy, new guidance counselor.

 

They are reckless.

They are forbidden.

 

When their secret is discovered, Henna has to choose between finishing school—banned from seeing Mr. Malone—or dropping out to follow her nomad dreams.

 

Henna chooses her dreams.

Over time, she learns that life is not a destination or a journey, some things are more than temporary, and the forbidden can never be ignored. But if she returns for him, will he still be hers?

 

A Place Without You is an emotional story of young love, shattered dreams, and impossible decisions.

 

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Excerpt: 

 

“Let’s eat before we leave. I’m sure there’s quite the spread downstairs.” 

“Rich people breakfast?” I ask.

She furrows a brow for a few seconds. “Yes. I suppose so.” Rolling away, she swings her legs around and stands up, stretching like a cat. 

“Do you eat rich people breakfast every morning?” My curiosity has been piqued.

After a long yawn, she cocks her head to the side, lips slightly twisted. “Shredded Wheat with cut-up banana and almond milk. Is that a rich person’s breakfast?” 

I sit up, doing a bit of my own stretching, loving the way her gaze roams along my bare chest, her lips parting ever so slightly. “No. I think that’s a solid middle-class breakfast.” 

“Middle. That’s average. Average is good, right?” 

“There’s nothing average about you, Henna.” I stand, following her into the bedroom. 

“I’m going to shower quickly, and by quickly I mean I need an hour. Do you have an hour?” 

“To shower with you?” I try to play it cool, like I’m serious. 

I’m a little serious.

The color leaves her face. “Oh, um …” She twists her fingers together, drawing her shoulders inward. 

“I’m kidding.” 

A little kidding.

Henna’s posture relaxes as her cheeks pink up again. “We could.” Her gaze darts around the room before landing on mine for two seconds only to wander around the room again. 

“My clothes are at my hotel. I’ll shower there. I need to get going.” 

A slow sigh deflates her chest as she tries on a smile that misses the confident mark by a few centimeters. “Okay.” 

“But thanks for the offer.” I wink. 

More color paints her cheeks, and it looks stunning on her. “I kinda sorta thought we’d have sex last night, but we didn’t, and that’s fine, but now I don’t know what comes next.” 

Does that make me the world’s biggest idiot for not taking what she was planning on offering? Or does that make me a gentleman? I’ve already fucked her a hundred different ways in my head, so I’m going to shy away from the gentleman label. 

“How about you put my number in your phone and I’ll call you later today? That feels like a good next, don’t you think?” 

Henna nods and turns, walking toward the bedroom door. Digging through her purse, she retrieves her phone. When she pulls it out, a string of three condoms comes out with it. “Oh jeez.” Quickly snatching them off the floor, she shoves them back into her purse. 

I don’t respond because I’m not sure what the correct response should be. 

“I was conceived at Coachella.” She hands me her phone with the contact screen open, ready for my information. 

Taking her phone, I give her an expectant look, but she withholds all elaboration. 

“And by conceived, you mean physical conception, not merely an idea kind of conception?” I hand her phone back and give her mine.

“In the shadows behind a stage. I know more details than most people should actually know about the moment they were conceived.” She lifts a shoulder in a small shrug. “But Juni is my best friend. She’s the absolute coolest mom ever, and the story of how she met my dad is my favorite story ever.” 

I nod as she keeps her chin tipped toward the screen to my phone. “Why is that?” I take my phone back when she holds it out to me. 

“Yin Yang. Opposites. Laws of the universe.” She wears a satisfied smile. “My parents were temporary. I was permanent.” Holding out her arms, she inspects her henna tattoos as if seeing them for the first time. “My mom had henna tattoos on her body when she met my dad. Henna grows in intensity over a few days before fading to nothing. It’s magical and beautiful and then it’s gone. My parents say that about their love for each other. It grew quickly into something deep and intense, but over time it faded. Their love—like most everything in life—was temporary.” 

“We’re temporary.” 

Her empty stare shifts to meet my gaze and she nods. “Don’t sweat it. Everything is temporary. But today…” she walks into my chest, and my arms wrap around her as she looks up at me “…we should be at our brightest, our most intense.” 

 

 

 

About Jewel:

Jewel is a free-spirited romance junkie with a quirky sense of humor.

 

With 10 years of flossing lectures under her belt, she took early retirement from her dental hygiene career to stay home with her three awesome boys and manage the family business. 

 

After her best friend of nearly 30 years suggested a few books from the Contemporary Romance genre, Jewel was hooked. Devouring two and three books a week but still craving more, she decided to practice sustainable reading, AKA writing. 

 

When she’s not donning her cape and saving the planet one tree at a time, she enjoys yoga with friends, good food with family, rock climbing with her kids, watching How I Met Your Mother reruns, and of course…heart-wrenching, tear-jerking, panty-scorching novels.

 

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#ChapterReveal A PLACE WITHOUT YOU by Jewel E Ann @JewelE_Ann #ComingSoon #NewAdult @jennw23

A Place Without You, an all-new emotional, new adult romance from Jewel E. Ann is coming January 2nd, and we have a sneak peek for you!

 

#ChapterReveal A PLACE WITHOUT YOU by Jewel E Ann @JewelE_Ann #ComingSoon #NewAdult @jennw23

The Law of Henna and Bodhi:

When love breaks, fall inward, fall together, and fall hard. Then let time pick up the pieces.

 

Everything feels temporary when you’ve experienced tragedy—until Henna Lane meets Bodhi at a music festival.

 

Young and spontaneous, they have a lust for seizing the moment, falling hard and fast.

When Bodhi is forced to leave without a goodbye, Henna thinks she’ll never get over him. But then she meets Mr. Malone, her sexy, new guidance counselor.

 

They are reckless.

They are forbidden.

 

When their secret is discovered, Henna has to choose between finishing school—banned from seeing Mr. Malone—or dropping out to follow her nomad dreams.

 

Henna chooses her dreams.

Over time, she learns that life is not a destination or a journey, some things are more than temporary, and the forbidden can never be ignored. But if she returns for him, will he still be hers?

 

A Place Without You is an emotional story of young love, shattered dreams, and impossible decisions.

 

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Excerpt from Chapter One

 

His lips move. I stare at them for a few breaths before I realize he’s talking. My hand tugs out my earbud again. 

“Sorry. Did you say something?” 

“What are you listening to?” he asks in a voice as smooth as his Mediterranean eyes. 

“That’s kind of a personal question. Like asking my underwear color.”

He grins. It’s all kinds of wicked. “Personal?” He shrugs. “I don’t know about that. Depends on the song … and the color.” 

“Amy Shark, ‘Adore.’And red and silver polka dots.” 

“Mmm …” He nods slowly. “Good choice.” 

“The song?” I bite the corner of my lower lip to control my grin. 

“The underwear.” 

My heart wakes up as if to say, “Whoa, is something going on here I should know about?” 

“Wanna see mine?” 

My eyebrows lift a fraction. “Your underwear?” 

He digs his phone out of his front pocket. “Do I look like a perv? My song.” 

Damn. He’s good. My tummy joins in on the little dance happening inside of me. 

Twisting his wrist, he shows me his phone screen.

“Apocalyptica, ‘Nothing Else Matters.’ Hmm … that’s unexpected.” I let my gaze fall into his, a dangerous place to be. “You going to Coachella?” 

He nods several times, glancing over the seats to the road before us. “I’m working there.” 

“Oh, cool. Doing what?” 

He inspects my hair. I’d planned on changing clothes and doing something a bit more original with my crazy, dark auburn hair than a messy braid over one shoulder, but sushi dad took away my hotel room. Sexy stranger grins like either my question or my messy hair pleases him. “I’m an in-house tech—audio, lighting, video.” 

Dear God, he’s the full package, especially when that grin of his grows as I continue to violate him with my eyes. Maybe it’s just the lollipop I had on my way to the hotel. Everything seems aesthetically pleasing when I’m a little high. 

“So, I’ll know who to blame if the sound is a bit off while one of my favorite bands performs.” 

“You’ll know who to thank when it isn’t.” He leans toward the middle of the backseat. I follow his lead because I’m curious if he smells as good as he looks. “But I get this feeling that in your state, everything will sound good.” 

Ignoring his whispered accusation that I’m high, I sniff. “You smell like lemon.” 

He sticks his tongue out, revealing a half-melted lemon drop. 

I grin as we sit straight again. “Last year my mom brought back lemon drops from the Limoncello factory in Sorrento. They were amazing.” 

Sucking more intensely on his sour goodness, he nods slowly. “I’m sure they were. Sadly, I don’t think my lemon drop was made in Italy.” 

“That is incredibly sad.” 

He chuckles. Is he laughing at me?

“Nice tats.” He nods to my arms. 

Holding them out, I admire my art. “They’re henna, like me.” 

“Like you?” 

“Yes. My name is Henna. And these will be much more intense tomorrow.” 

“Like you?” His teeth scrape along his bottom lip. It’s ridiculously sexy. 

“Are you flirting with me?” 

He chuckles. “We met less than five minutes ago. I have a little more tact than that.” 

“Tact? Like asking the color of my underwear?”

He runs his hands over the legs of his jeans. Is he sweating? Am I making him sweat? That possibility gives me a whole other kind of high. 

“I didn’t ask. You freely offered that information. Besides, I have rules about flirting.” 

“Well, I despise rules, but you must share your rules anyway.” 

“Never flirt with someone who is not sober.” He stares out his window like his rule is the end of our friendly conversation. 

“Sober? Dude, this is as sober as I get.” Leaning forward, I shove down the waist of my shorts in back, exposing a long L-shaped scar.

He glances over, forehead wrinkled. 

“If I sit too long or stand too long or do anything too long, life kinda sucks. But a little high can go a long way with making said life a lot less sucky.” 

Sitting back, I exhale. Sexy stranger seems at a loss for words. 

“Tell me, tech guy, do you have a name?” 

The driver stops at the crowded entrance. 

“Thank you,” we say while getting out of the car. 

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About Jewel:

Jewel is a free-spirited romance junkie with a quirky sense of humor.

 

With 10 years of flossing lectures under her belt, she took early retirement from her dental hygiene career to stay home with her three awesome boys and manage the family business. 

 

After her best friend of nearly 30 years suggested a few books from the Contemporary Romance genre, Jewel was hooked. Devouring two and three books a week but still craving more, she decided to practice sustainable reading, AKA writing. 

 

When she’s not donning her cape and saving the planet one tree at a time, she enjoys yoga with friends, good food with family, rock climbing with her kids, watching How I Met Your Mother reruns, and of course…heart-wrenching, tear-jerking, panty-scorching novels.

 

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Long Road Home by Stacey Lynn
Publication Date: November 5th, 2018
Genre: Contemporary Romance

A beautiful and emotional second chance romance with a strong heroine and a swoon-worthy hero. Must read! ~ USA Today Bestselling Author, Melanie Harlow

I left home ten years ago, promising myself I’d never return to the place where I had never been accepted. I was despised and ridiculed for circumstances completely beyond my control.

But when my grandmother passes away, I’m forced to return to Kansas. I will have to face everyone who hated me. But they’re not who I’m most afraid of.

My biggest fear? Facing him.
Jordan Marx.
The boy I once loved more than life itself. The boy who defended me from them. The boy I’d disappeared on, leaving him nothing more than a horrible nasty lie and hastily scribbled note.

When Jordan finds out the secret I have carried for so long, I’m in for the battle of my life.
Or so I thought.

I might have wandered for years on a path riddled with thorns but with Jordan by my side, taking the long road home means more than reuniting with the only man I’ve ever loved. It might just mean finding myself, and the family I never thought I could ever have along the way.

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God. How screwed up was I?
“It pisses me off how smart you can be sometimes,” I muttered and sipped my wine, eyes drifting out the window. If that had been the case, then I’d twisted reality for years. Believed it and based a life off it. I pressed my hand to my forehead and sighed. “I’m such a disaster, Jordan. A complete mess. I honestly don’t know why you bother.”
“Because when you let your guard down and let people see you, you’re still the most stunning woman I’ve ever met. You only have to start believing it.”
I dropped my hand as pleasure whipped through my veins. He was always bold and confident. I wasn’t used to this new bluntness. “It’ll take a while.”
“I’m a patient guy. And I’m hoping that at the least, you’ll start to believe how I see you, and the rest will come. You just have to trust me this time. Can you do that?”
Could I trust him? God, I’d trust him with my life. It was a ridiculous question. None of the decisions I made were because I didn’t trust him. It was simple self-preservation.
“I can do that,” I finally said.
“Good.”
“Good.” He grinned.
I blushed.
We were ridiculous.
“So what happens now?” I asked. He gestured to my almost empty wineglass.
“Would you like another?”
“No. It’ll probably put me to sleep.”
He took his to the sink and dumped it. I drank the last two sips while he rinsed out the glass, cleaned up the small mess we’d made and resettled the wine in the fridge.
“You didn’t answer my question,” I said once he turned and headed in my direction.
“Now,” he said, and he shot me that smoldering look of his. Furrowed brows, head dipped, heat in his eyes I remembered oh so well, and continued, “We’re going to make out on your grandma’s couch like we used to. We kiss until we can’t breathe. Maybe, if I’m lucky, you let me feel you up a bit, and then I go home with a hard-on like I used to, and tomorrow, we try to do better than we did tonight.”
His hands hit my hips. His head dipped. A furious heat swam on my cheeks and spread, warming other parts of me with precision like my libido was directly connected to his voice.
And as his lips brushed my cheek, went to my neck, his hands slid up to my waist and I fell into him, the feel of him, his touch, and the way he moved so slowly and seductively, there was really only one word I could give him.
“Okay.”

🔥😍🔥😍 Review By TashaM 😍🔥😍🔥

I’m just wowed. As I sit here I can’t put my feelings for this book into words. It’s so magnificently written and I’m not just saying that because I’m a Stacy Lynn fan. But boy did this book take me to Second Chance Heaven….

This story is told in duel POV which was perfect cos we needed both sides of the story. Jordan whom we already met and I was already in Lust with him did not disappoint me one bit.

Watching these two brave it all to come for a funeral was nail biting. Watching them work through the bitterness, heartache and secrets was utterly Heart breaking. It was emotional and heartwarming. They had to heal and gain trust again. We were lucky to be in this journey because it was an utterly beautiful Journey.

Stacy is never Meanji with her sexy and chemistry so trust me when I say that when these two come together it’s fireworks.

Grab this book ladies, there twists and turns… You will wanna bitch slap then hug them. Most importantly you will end this book with happy tears and a full heart.
Enjoy….

About the Author
When Stacey Lynn isn’t conquering mountains of laundry and fighting a war against dust bunnies and cracker crumbs, you can find her playing with her children, curled up on the couch with a good book, or behind closed doors, imagining the next adventures she’ll soon write.
She lives off her daily pot of coffee, can only write with a bowlful of Skittles nearby, and has been in love with romance novels since before she could drive herself to the library.
Stacey Lynn lives with her husband and children in North Carolina.

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Good Time by Jana Aston

Release Date: November 6th
Cover Designer: RBA Designs/Romantic Book Affairs

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BLURB
There’s one thing you should know.
I wasn’t that drunk.

I was more than sober enough to put a stop to it.
The truth is, it was my idea. I’m the one who suggested it.

I knew it was crazy, but it’s not as if I’d be the first girl to get married on a whim in Las Vegas. I wouldn’t even be the last girl to get married on a whim in Las Vegas.

So what’s my excuse? I liked him. I liked the idea that he’d be stuck with me, just for a little bit.

Because nothing good ever lasts, so you might as well have a good time while you can.

GOOD TIME is a standalone romantic comedy set in the same world as Good Girl.
This is Payton & Vince’s story.

EXCERPT
He thinks I’m funny. And exasperating. And bossy. And beautiful, he said that I was beautiful.

It’s not the worst start in the history of starts, but I’d like to know more.

I pull out a stool and sit down at the island countertop so I can watch Vince work. It occurs to me once again what a shit wife I am. I don’t cook. I don’t give blow jobs. I haven’t asked if he needs anything dropped off at the dry cleaner. I don’t wear sexy lingerie. Maybe I should change? To be fair, the blow job thing is not my fault. I did offer that first night. I meant to yesterday, but he distracted me with his tongue and that was that. Gah, I’m just the worst.

“What are you thinking about?”

“Giving you a blow job.”

“Yeah?” Vince responds easily, as if we’re talking about where the cutting board is. “Do you have a list of specific requirements for how you’d want that to happen?”

So he’s open to the idea, is what I’m hearing. Maybe he’ll want to date after the annulment and he’ll fall in love with me? It’ll make a great story for our grandchildren.

“You say that like I’m demanding.”

“You are.”

“I’m extremely easy-going! Everyone says so!” No one says that, actually. But it’s probably just because it’s never come up. It’s not as if I go around asking people if they think I’m easy-going, but if I did, they’d say yes. Probably. At least everyone except Vince would.

“You have a very easy-going way of getting your own way,” Vince states as he sets a pot of water on the stove to boil.

I suppose I can see where he might think that. That might even be a fair assessment.
I’m really self-aware. I need to add that to my list of positive attributes.

“So for the blow job, can I tie you up?”

“No.” The answer is firm, his lips twitching like the question was amusing.

Humph. “Can you tie me up?”

“How are you going to give me a blow job if you’re tied up?”

Dammit! Worst. Wife. Ever. “I suppose without my hands it’d be more like you using my mouth to masturbate while I did nothing, wouldn’t it?”

“What a visual you paint, Payton.”

“You’re still welcome to tie me up though. It doesn’t have to be tradesies.”

“Tradesies,” he mutters with a shake of his head, but he’s smiling as he uncorks the wine and pours two glasses.

“So, where do you see yourself in five years, Vince?” Might as well dive in with the talking.

He looks up from rolling back his shirt sleeves, a look of confusion flashing across his face replaced with an amused narrowing of his eyes.

“Excuse me? Is this an interview?” He laughs, placing a pan on my stovetop before rummaging through my cabinets for a bottle of olive oil.

“This is serious. You’ll be old and divorced. Think about that.”

“An annulment doesn’t count as a divorce. It doesn’t count as anything.”

“Try telling that to Britney. She’s gonna have that nineteen-hour marriage on her Wikipedia page until she dies. Wikipedia, Vince. That’s forever.”

“Okay, whoa. Let’s step back a moment here.”

“Do you need a wife with benefits?” I press on, because taking a step back doesn’t sound like it will get me anywhere.

“What exactly does that mean?”

“I have health insurance. Do you need health insurance? I could add you to my plan. It’s very reasonable, adding a spouse only costs like an extra two hundred dollars a month. It’s a really good plan, too. At least that’s what Lydia told me and she works in Human Resources so she would know. I’m no benefits package expert.”

“That’s not what the term ‘with benefits’ means.”

“Listen, in this case I think it’s exactly what that means. Society is the one who turned the word ‘benefit’ into something dirty.”

“So there’d be no sex in this exchange?”

“Don’t be ridiculous. Of course there’d be sex.”

“Did you just talk yourself into a circle?”

“Maybe.” Dammit.

💗💗💗💗 Review By TashaM 💗💗💗💗

OMFG THIS WAS MY FAVOURITE ROMCOM OF THIS YEAR, ofcos anytime you read Jana Aston book you in for an amazing ride. Jana is an absolute master at giving us magnificent romcoms.

This book had me smiling and feeling good from page one.
Peyton is absolutely quirky and crazy. Yet you can’t help falling inlove with her. I Loved her word making and how she saw Vince. She is someone I can see having a drink and good laugh with.

Vince had me hook line and sinker. This man adores Peyton. He accepted her for her and was interested in changing her. He wouldn’t let anyone else either. Their chemistry, sexy time was equally capturing. These two are made for each other.

This couple, the scenes, the Dialogues and story was sweet, sexy and hot. Grab it now ladies and you will definitely fall in love with these two…
Enjoy!!!!

About the Author
Jana Aston likes cats, big coffee cups and books about billionaires who deflower virgins. She wrote her debut novel while fielding customer service calls about electrical bills, and she’s ever grateful for the fictional gynecologist in Wrong that readers embraced so much she was able to make working in her pajamas a reality. Jana’s novels have appeared on the NYT, USA Today and Wall Street Journal bestseller lists, some multiple times. She likes multiples.

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Baby Daddies
A Me, Myself & I Collection
Fiona Davenport • Rochelle Paige • Elle Christensen
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BLURB:
This collection is jam packed with baby making goodness. It features three, all-new stories from the duo behind Fiona Davenport.

Her Doctor’s Baby by Fiona Davenport: She was hoping he could help her get pregnant, but she never expected it to be the old-fashioned way.

Her Neightbor’s Baby by Rochelle Paige: She didn’t expect to join her friend’s baby craze…until one wild night with her sexy neighbor.

Her Boss’s Baby by Elle Christensen: It was hard to keep things professional when her boss offered perks like seeing him naked.

EXCERPT
I opened my office door with my head down, still reading through my next patient’s chart.
“Ethan?”
My head flew up at the sound of the familiar voice and my eyes locked with gorgeous brown ones that I’d seen filled with hunger and fire the night before. Madison stared at me, open-mouthed, and her cheeks flushed.
My first reaction was pleasure at seeing her again, but then I remembered why I’d been acting like an asshole all day. Irritation quickly spread through my body. Then…I remembered what I do for a living and why Madison would be waiting for me in my office.
Oh, fuck no.
Over my dead fucking body.
My hands clenched, crumpling the sides of the folder I was holding. The sound broke through Madison’s frozen shock and drew her attention. When she raised her head to look at my face again, I narrowed my eyes and her blush deepened.
I knew the situation needed to be handled carefully, so I swallowed my rage at the thought of Madison carrying another man’s baby and strolled around my desk. I took a seat and placed her file open in front of me.
Raising a single brow, I trained my penetrating gaze on her face and calmly asked, “How can I help you, Ms. Carlyle?”
Confusion floated across her face and she fiddled with a lock of her midnight hair as her head canted to the side, making the tiny stud in her nose twinkle. “Um…I want to get pregnant,” she mumbled quietly.
I leaned back in my chair and crossed my arms. “You want me to get you pregnant,” I deadpanned.
Madison looked momentarily stunned and stared at me with her mouth slightly open. Then she shook her head and annoyance flickered in her expression before she cleared it. “I suppose that’s one way to look at it.”
I grinned and shuffled through the papers in front of me until I found the one I wanted. “Let’s see. Gynecological history.” I glanced up at Madison who was shifting uncomfortably in her chair.
I read on. “No history of STD. Well, that’s a relief.” I looked up and winked. “I’ve got a clean bill of health too, in case you were wondering.” Her cheeks pinkened but she didn’t say anything. I scanned down until I found the section I was looking for. “Ah, sexual history. Hmmm, this section is mostly blank.” I gave her an admonishing shake of my head. “Why don’t we go over that part now?”
Madison’s face was now beet red and she was twisting her hands nervously in her lap. I wasn’t in the least bit repentant that I was making her squirm. We both knew what was coming.
“Use of lubricants”—I smirked at her and winked again. Then bent over the form and scribbled as I spoke—“I’ll just put ‘unnecessary’.”
Madison rolled her eyes.
“Is your sex drive normal or depressed?” I tapped my chin with my index finger as I pretended to ponder the question. “The answer can change depending on the partner,” I explained. “So, I’ll just write down, extremely eager, according to her most recent lover.”
Madison scoffed, and I pinned her with a hard look, daring her to disagree. We both knew she’d wanted it as much as I had. After a moment, she sighed and gave me a tiny nod.
“History of sexual partners.” I cocked my head to the side and studied her as I asked, “How many notches are on your bed post, Ms. Carlyle?” I frowned, unsure if I really wanted to know the answer. The urge to hunt down every last one was strong. I wanted to beat them until they couldn’t remember what she looked like, or even her name.
She returned my intense stare. “How many are on yours?” she retorted.
“I’m not the one we’re discussing, Madison.” I tapped the paper in front of me. “Every patient has to complete the questionnaire.”
She pinched her lips and scrunched her nose as she thought, considering whether to answer. “Three,” she clipped in a business-like tone. “And before you ask, that’s including my most recent hook-up.”

😍🔥😍🔥 Review By TashaM 😍🔥😍🔥

These books were are hot and Fluffy. Elle and Rochelle give us perfectly sweet and different stories. You don’t feel like it’s the same story over and over. Each one is unique and captivating.

These 3 couples each after falling fast and trying to fall pregnant will leave you needing a cold shower.

These are novellas and it promises heat and fun, it definitely delivers…
Enjoy!!!

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#LiveNow #Fall #VIPBook3 #KristenCallihan #LovedThisBook #TenStarReveiw #Excerpt

FALL
VIP – BOOK 3
By Kristen Callihan
Release Day – Oct 23, 2018

The first time I met Jax Blackwood things went a little sideways.

In my defense, I didn’t know he was Jax Blackwood—who expects a legendary rock star to be shopping for groceries? More importantly, a blizzard was coming and he was about to grab the last carton of mint-chocolate chip.

Still, I might have walked away, but then he smugly dared me to try and take the coveted ice cream. So I kissed him. And distracted that mint-chip right out of his hands.

Okay, it was a dirty move, but desperate times and all that. Besides, I never expected he’d be my new neighbor.

An annoying neighbor who takes great pleasure in reminding me that I owe him ice cream but would happily accept more kisses as payment. An irresistible neighbor who keeps me up while playing guitar naked–spectacularly naked–in his living room.

Clearly, avoidance is key. Except nothing about Jax is easy to ignore—not the way he makes me laugh, or that his particular brand of darkness matches mine, or how one look from him melts me faster than butter under a hot sun.

Neither of us believes in love or forever. Yet we’re quickly becoming each other’s addiction. But we could be more. We could be everything.

All we have to do is trust enough to fall.

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💗💗💗 Review By TashaM 2💗💗💗

I have no idea how to word this review. How do express enough that this book is beautiful, inspiring, raw and emotional.

Kristen Callihan had gotten my attention a long time ago, but with Idol she had me as a Forever Fan.
We met John aka Jax in that book. He was Killian’s best Friend. These two are in every way brothers from another mother. There we had seen Jax at his worse… I really am so happy we got his story.

Jax suffered so much by something most ppl suffer with but sometimes find hard to understand or even ask for help. This man Struggled and came out on the other side. Not to say it isn’t a daily struggle but he knows he has the whole world in his palms so he fights everyday.

For our Awesome, Hot, sexy ROCKER we have the best kind of heroine. Stella has been alone most her life. She knows the struggle you can have with your mind all to well. She is strong and the most beautiful Soul. I adored this Woman…

These two had attraction from the moment they met. They are two peas in a Pod. They have chemistry and everything else in common.
I admired their patience and understanding they had for each other. I adored their fight for each other when the other couldn’t. Their love and passion for each other was so beautiful.

Grab this book ladies.
This is a once in a lifetime Kinda Love Story!!!!!

EXCERPT
I clear my throat. “While I was eating my ice cream—”
He snorts, but remains tense.
“I thought about how you looked familiar to me.”
“It was the guilt haunting you.”
“Or … And I’m just throwing this out there. You’re Jax Blackwood.”
He actually flinches. “Fuck. You recognized me.”
“It was bound to happen. John? Really?”
His chin tips in a pugnacious angle. “It’s my name. John is … me. Jax is who I am onstage.”
I picture him performing, all electric energy and raw passion and sheer talent. It’s a sight to behold. Hell, a couple of really hot fantasies have been induced by that sight.
While I’m lost in a teen fantasy, his eyes dart around like he’s expecting someone to pop out from behind a snow mound and take his picture. Then his gaze snags on me. My expression must be slightly punch drunk, because his entire body leans away from mine. Not exactly flattering to realize he’s afraid I’ll try to lick his face or something.
I snap my gaping mouth closed. “Oh, calm down. It’s not like I’m going to start squealing and try to grab your junk.”
His expression lightens a little. “I think if you grabbed my junk, I’d be the one squealing.”
“True. I have surprisingly strong hands.” When he stares at me in horror, I hold them up and wiggle my fingers. “Yoga. It’s highly effective.”
“My balls just flinched in terror.”
“Consider yourself warned.”
He snorts but then glances at our building. “You really live here?”
“Do you really think I hunted you down?”
John—because I can’t seem to think of him as Jax—runs his hand through his damp hair, which makes his biceps bunch and twitch. “Yeah … that does sound crazy.”
Crazy. This whole situation is. One day, I’m offered a four-month home in a dream condo, the next I’m standing on my stoop talking to a rock star. The biggest legend of my generation. I honestly don’t know how I’m not stammering right now.
“I can’t believe we’re neighbors,” I say without thinking.
His green eyes glint in the afternoon light, but he pauses and looks at me more closely. “You know, not to sound conceited here, but you’re kind of leering at me right now.”
My chin snaps up like I’ve been hit, even as my body flushes with embarrassment. Shit. I totally had been leering. No, not leering. But I had been staring at him in awe. Ugh. “Well, you do sound conceited. I was simply making polite eye contact.”
Liar McLiar-Face.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR:

Kristen Callihan is an author because there is nothing else she’d rather be. She is a three-time RITA nominee and winner of two RT Reviewer’s Choice awards. Her novels have garnered starred reviews from Publisher’s Weekly and the Library Journal, as well as being awarded top picks by many reviewers. Her debut book FIRELIGHT received RT Magazine’s Seal of Excellence, was named a best book of the year by Library Journal, best book of Spring 2012 by Publisher’s Weekly, and was named the best romance book of 2012 by ALA RUSA. When she is not writing, she is reading.
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#LiveNow #MaxMonroe #TheDayIStoppedFallingForJerks #Review

Everyone calls me Lucky, but when it comes to love, I’m anything but.

The Day I Stopped Falling for Jerks, the first in the fun and flirty Jerk Duet from New York Times bestselling author Max Monroe is available NOW!

I have a long history of dating the wrong men.

You know the ones I’m talking about.
The beautiful, charming guys who are quite literally too good to be true.
The ones who are impulsive in love and prefer short flings over long-term relationships.

I’m talking about the jerks.

The guys who taste so good, but are so very bad.

After going through the most ridiculous breakup in the history of breakups, I thought I’d learned my lesson. I officially put myself into jerk rehab and committed to changing my ways.

But, let’s be real here, love is never that easy.

Especially when an arrogant, charming, he-devil of a sexy alpha man gets involved.

Aussie accent.
Tanned skin.
Muscular, surfer bod.
Gorgeous brown eyes.
And the kind of sexy smile that brings women to their knees.

Oh, did I mention that he’s also my best friend’s brother?

Yeah. This story, my story, it’s a real doozy you guys.

The day I stopped falling for jerks, I met Oliver Arsen—the biggest jerk of all.

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💗💗💗💗Review By TashaM💗💗💗💗

Every fucking time I open a Max Monroe book I’m wowed beyond belief. I’m always like a kid on Christmas Eve waiting to open my Gifts. And like the awesome Santa Clause they never fail to wow me and Leave me in awe. I always finish and sit there wondering how the hell do these ladies come up with such magnificent Story lines.

This Bitch ass story told by Luciana aka Lucky and this story is told so freaking differently…. I have no idea how these ladies came up with this idea but Bra-Fuckin-Vo…. take a bow ladies.

Luciana is awesome. Her mind and thoughts had me hooked. She brilliantly Sassy, Smart and definitely no doormat. She will grab any situations by the balls.

This book is really slow burn and I’m not a fan but I was so intrigued with Lucky that I was either spitting coffee or giggling like a loon. I had no time to bored.
Ollie who we don’t get to see much of had me instantly. Their chemistry is Sizzling. The Banter Fan-fucking-tastic.

I hated that I had to stop and wait for the next book to read. I’m bursting at the seems for it.

Grab this now ladies It’s a Phenomenal start and you don’t have long to wait for the next book….
Enjoy!!!!

Excerpt:

The Day I Stopped Falling for Jerks podcast
Episode 1: “Is this thing on?”

Hi, everyone.
I’d like to welcome you to episode one of my very first podcast.

[quiet, hesitant laugh]

I’m a little nervous, so please bear with me as I try to figure out how to podcast.
See, I’m more a writer of words than a podcaster of words, but what I’m about to tell you is honestly too damn big to fit into one of my columns.
Way too big.
It’s a real doozy, guys, but I have to get it out.
And I’m hoping, once I finish recording this—since my boss says I might start feeling symptomatic of, say, poisoning, if I ruin this new venture—I’ll actually be able to upload it to Scoop’s website. Apparently, I’m told, podcasting is the wave of the future, and if we—meaning Scoop—don’t get our foot in the door first, we—meaning I—might as well find another room. Room meaning office.
I’m pretty sure she’ll fire me, okay?
Still, I figure pouring my guts out to a bunch of strangers has to be at least close to therapeutic, so consider my fingers and toes crossed that my technical inability doesn’t mean it’s for nothing.

[mumble from producer]

Oh, good. I’m told the uploading portion of this podcast will be taken care of by someone else. Smart move, guys.

[laughs again]

Okay, so where do I even begin?

[long, audible sigh]

Well, I guess my love life would be a good start, huh?
I mean, it’s the whole reason I’m here, ready to pour my heart out to you.
The past.
The present.
The future, as I’ve sworn and promised it to myself.
They’re all kind of a hot mess, but it’s really the chaos I’ve gotten myself into this time that made me decide to take action.
Think of a woman trying to stand up in a hammock during an earthquake, and then throw in a writhing pit of cobras dancing below it for good measure. Add in the task of juggling several oddly shaped objects and a horrible lack of hand-eye coordination, and you might have some idea of what I look like while trying to navigate lust, like, and love.
Relationships, dating, finding love…God, you guys, it is so hard.
I envy those people who manage to find the love of their lives on a first date or—even more mind-blowing—a chance encounter a la love-at-first-sight that blossoms into a long-term courtship.
Like, how in the hell does that even happen?
It feels like some trippy, magical unicorn kind of stuff or, worse yet, an evil consecration for those with a special, dark gift. And I’m not exactly comfortable exploring how many pagan gods I’d have to promise ill-willed deeds to in order to experience the easy road to love.
Heck, even the hard road.
As long as it didn’t end in disaster, I’d be ahead of where I am now—where I always seem to be.
See, I’ve been a serial dater, a constant cultivator of bad relationships, for as long as I can remember.
Even my kindergarten boyfriend, Kenny, is a prime example of what I’ve come to know as normal.
He was a swoony little guy, even at the ripe age of nearly six, and I was a naïve five-year-old, hungry for pure love. We were happy for about a day and a half, but when another skirt-wielder, Amber Carter, ran by, the apparent love of his life—Kenny’s description of me—wasn’t the only twinkle in his mossy green eyes anymore. One push off the monkey bars, and my first official relationship promptly ended in what would be one of many breakups for me.
Think of all the very worst guys to date—the players, the weirdos, the clingy momma’s boys, and the jerks…good God, picture the jerks.
Do you have those men in your head?
Well, I, Luciana “Lucky” Wright, have dated them all.
It might sound like an exaggeration, but it’s not. I’ve been there, done that, written the book, and filmed the Lifetime movie.
And all those good-for-nothing men left me with were weeks filled with Netflix binges fueled by ice cream and the same question rolling through my mind—Where are all the good men?
You know, the men who are actually worthy of us. The men who know what they want and have good intentions to boot. The ones who know how to truly love a woman, one woman, for the rest of their lives.
Are they underground somewhere? In one of those highly discriminatory bunkers from the movie Deep Impact, perhaps? Do I actually have to discover the meaning of life to get the password?
I honestly don’t know. But I believe, in order for you to truly understand my frustration, I need to show you the final straw in my never-ending cycle of dating jerks. The moment that made me say “Sayonara, Jerks!” and write them off for good.
It’s going to feel like some serious Romeo and Juliet kind of stuff, but I can tell you, a Shakespearean love story it is not.
Keep listening. You’ll see.

About Max Monroe
A secret duo of romance authors team up under the New York Times and USA Today Bestselling pseudonym Max Monroe to bring you sexy, laugh-out-loud reads.

Max Monroe is the New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author of more than ten contemporary romance titles. Favorite writing partners and long time friends, Max and Monroe strive to live and write all the fun, sexy swoon so often missing from their Facebook newsfeed. Sarcastic by nature, their two writing souls feel like they’ve found their other half. This is their most favorite adventure thus far.

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#Ridge #SLScott #NowLive #AlphaHotty #SweetMeadow #4StarReview #Teasers

Title: RIDGE
Author: S.L. Scott
Standalone Contemporary Romance
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SYNOPSIS

The One didn’t exist.

Then I met Meadow.

The band’s honorary little sister was off-limits. Too late for that. She says we’re “nothing serious,” but she’s gotten under my skin and I can’t stop thinking about her. And when I touch her, I know we’re meant to be.

Happy Endings don’t exist.

Not even with Ridge.

My big plans never included falling for a rock star. Too soon for that. He wants to make us a “thing,” and I can’t deny our chemistry is combustible. His persistence is wearing me down, making his proposition hard to resist.

If true love only exists in fairy tales, why am I beginning to believe that Ridge just might be my happily ever after?

This STANDALONE Second Chance Rock Star Romance by New York Times Bestselling Author, S.L. Scott, will have you falling in love with Ridge Carson while introducing you to his Sexy as Sin band mates—Jet, Tulsa, and Rivers Crow.

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EXCERPT

Prologue

Dave “Ridge” Carson

Somewhere between El Paso and Tucson, I found my soul under the bright stars of the Southwest.
Looking up, I drink her in. Meadow hates when I stare at her, but beauty like hers is rare. Her chin dips down, and she kisses my cheek, trailing more toward my ear where she whispers, “You feel so good inside me.”
“You have it all wrong. You make me feel good inside you.” I capture her lips on the edge of a laugh and kiss her while she continues to rock on top of my lap.
The sound of our bodies, our skin slick against each other becomes part of the hum of the desert outside the car. A night wind whistles through the cracked open window as the temperatures continue to fall well after sunset. We couldn’t wait—not for a hotel or a rest stop. When her hand dipped to my pants and she rubbed over me, causing my body to react, I pulled over.
Time is our enemy. There’s never enough of it when I’m with her. Every time I’m with her, I want to drain every ounce of life from the seconds, minutes, few short hours we get to be with each other.
My gaze rolls over the bottom of her jaw as her head tilts back, her mouth open, her bare breasts in front of me. I want to hold her still, hold her here, right the fuck here on top of me.
I run my hands over her body as I make love to the woman who’s become an addiction of mine. I breathe better, easier when I’m with her. The music of our bodies together is the only melody I hear. She’s become my friend.
My lover.
My muse.
Lifting up, she eases back down and then lifts again, gripping my shoulders and digging her nails into my skin. The pain is pleasure when doled out in provocative ways. “Dave,” she whispers on the end of a purr. No other name has been uttered in pure ecstasy like the way she says mine.
I hold her by the hips in the back seat of the SUV taking in the full view. “Hey,” I say.
She comes back to me, her eyes open, her soul exposed in such a vulnerable way, setting my heart on fire. “Hey.” She smiles, and I hold her still again, wanting this to last forever while equally wanting to rush the release.
A few sips of the wine we’ve been drinking straight from the bottle make her eyes sparkle. Caught between want and need, her smile is even until the corners, which curve up. It’s a smile that both hurts and heals my heart when it appears. “Don’t leave.”
Leaning down, she kisses my forehead, my nose, my mouth. With her lips against mine, she whispers, “I have to go.”
I’ve been careful about making plans with her for so long that the words feel foreign to me even now when this feels more intimate than any other time before. Every time with her is like this—better than the last. “I want you to stay.”
I fell for the free-spirited beauty long before we left Austin. But like all who are meant to soar, she can’t be caged by antiquated notions of romance. Meadow Fellowes has been clear about what we are or ever could be—nothing serious. But sometimes, when she looks at me, I see more hidden in the emerald pools of her eyes. I understand the yearning. She says, “My flight is tomorrow night.”
We’ve been so good at keeping it casual, but nothing serious means we’re fucking because we want to have sex. This isn’t fucking, just like we’re not casual, not to me. “Can you change it? Give us another week. Another day. Give us a chance.”
Leaning down, she kisses me and then sits back up. With her palms on my chest, she holds her smile. “I am. By leaving.” Her eyes close, and she starts moving on top of me again.
So I grip her a little tighter, holding her while I can. I meet every one of her pushes with a thrust of my own. As she comes back to me, the lids are half-mast, but her gaze is fixed on me. She whispers, “Tell me what you’re thinking.”
“I’m thinking how good this feels. Just us. Alone. In the desert, making love, having sex, fucking. All of it. All of you. You feel so good to me. Maybe we should be more to each other.”
“You’re more than you know,” she purrs softly and then leans back as if our connection is too much before she starts a slow gyrate. God, she feels amazing. A hand rubs over my chest, and this time, my eyes meet hers, coming back from the hazy edge of release. “We’re not those people.”
“What people are those?”
“The kind of people who make plans.”
Our bodies glide together as I say, “We’ve made plans before.”
“Spur-of-the-moment plans. Those don’t count.”
“They count.” They fucking count. I want to argue, but my mind clouds as our bodies move of their own volition. My eyes dip closed, and I swim in the moment, buried deep inside her.
We fall, tipping over that line that keeps us safe and the one that will end us—heart, body, and soul. It’s where I prefer to be with her. If only we could stay in this place longer than it takes for our breathing to recover.
My heart calms, and my breathing steadies. Meadow slides down with me still inside her and rests her head on my shoulder. Her fingers toy with the hairs on my chest before a kiss is placed on my neck. “Six months,” she says. “I’ll be back in six months.”
I tighten my arms around her. I don’t care that my body’s too big for this back seat or that we’re covered in sweat. All that matters is that I have her in my arms for a short time, and I intend to savor every second until she boards that plane.

♠️♠️♠️ Review By TashaM ♠️♠️♠️

This is my first read by this author and I definitely can’t wait to read the previous books in this series….

This being a second chance it’s also different. Here the heroine Meadow has the fear to get serious, partly Commitment Phobic, where else Rigde the hero is all in. He stole the show for me. He is hot and protective of Meadow’s freedom. He loves deep.
Watching these two break walls And fall for each other was Epic.
Their chemistry is Sizzling and the dialogue written will leave you either hurting for them or swooning. Bottom line….
Ms Scott knows how to keep you hooked from the first page to the last.
Her writing is amazing and her characters as well as side characters are splendid.

Grab this book now. You can definitely read it as a standalone.
Enjoy!!!!

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Title: Crave
Series: The Gibson Boys #3
Author: Adriana Locke
Genre: Contemporary Romance

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Hadley Jacobs is over Machlan Gibson.

Sure, she’ll always be a little weak to the dimple in his right cheek and the way his five o’clock shadow makes him ruggedly handsome. But that’s not enough to cover every other thing about him because they all drive her nuts. Like how he’s won’t admit he’s wrong even when he knows it and how he drives his stupid car a million miles an hour on wet asphalt. As she rolls back into town and takes a seat at Crave, she won’t take the bait. She’s over him. Mostly.

Machlan isn’t over her.

It’s not because he hasn’t tried. He reminds himself over and over that she’s not the girl for him. After all, she drives him insane with her sassy attitude and the way she calls him out on everything. She beats him at poker, even though she doesn’t know the difference between a straight and a flush, and when she looks at him with her bright, blue eyes, it’s unnerving. When she climbs onto that bar stool and orders a drink, he puts it in front of her and ignores the sparkle in her eyes. He’s not over her, but she won’t know that.

But she does know that. And he knows she’s not as over him as she’s pretending to be. When life forces their hand this time, there’s more on the line than a pile of poker chips. It’s their forever.

Crave is a standalone romance in a new small town, blue-collar series from USA Today bestselling author Adriana Locke. Join readers everywhere as they fall in love with the delicious Gibson Boys.

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🍀♥️🍀Review By TashaM 🍀♥️🍀

Adriana Locke’s work is always on point. She writes in a way that captures your attention. She knows how grip your mind. Whenever I have read a book by her, I was wowed by her brilliance. She knows how to write beautiful, wholesome, entertaining love stories. Most importantly it’s realistic.

Crave is about Machlan who I always adored. I wanted to know his story from the very first book.
Cross’s sister who we knew was his love interest. We also gathered that their love story was gonna be epic and it 100% was. Machlan and Hadley’s love story is Heartbreaking and Beautiful. What these two have been through I wouldn’t wish upon anyone. Really I was sobbing like a baby for their broken past.

Had is such a sassy, kindhearted lady. She in my eyes is the strongest person I know. She had to grow fast at s young age… I just adored her…
Mach and her chemistry and Love is pure and powerful.

Had’s determination to win Mach was testament that all Good things come to those who have patience.
Their story is magical, Naughty Hot and incredibly enduring. It’s a once in a lifetime kinda love.

This book is an absolute must read.

🍀🍀🍀🍀Snippet #1🍀🍀🍀🍀

“What brought you back to town?” Peck asks. “Haven’t seen you in a while.”
I gaze at the horizon and the way the sun is barely visible over the tree line. I wish I were on Bluebird Hill watching it go down.
“Do you remember that tire swing we put up on Bluebird Hill?” I ignore his question and ask one of my own. “Is it still there?”
“I think so.” He takes off his hat emblazoned with a machinery company’s logo and runs a hand over his head. “I haven’t been up there in a while. The last time ended up with my truck being buried up to the axle in mud and me having to call Machlan to come get it out at two in the morning.” He grins sheepishly. “I’ll let you guess how that call went.”
My feet stop moving, so Peck halts too. We stand a few feet from the doors to Crave. His eyes search mine in a way only capable someone you’ve known for a long time can.
“He’s in there,” he says, motioning toward the door with his head.
“I hope so.”
Peck’s brow furrows. “Not the answer I was expecting.”
“Why else would I show up here?”
“Don’t you guys usually try to do this behind closed doors?” Peck asks.
“Do what?”
He runs his tongue along his bottom lip before biting down to withhold a grin. It doesn’t work. I roll my eyes at both his question and reaction and head toward the door.
Whatever happens once I’m inside Crave will be fine. Either he’ll serve me a drink or he’ll be a major ass—either option I can work with in my plan to get over Machlan Gibson.
“Are you ignoring me?” Peck asks.
“I just want a drink,” I lie.
“And what do you drink these days?” he prods, seeing through my lie. I’ve never been much of a drinker, and I’m definitely not the kind of girl to just stop by a bar for a drink—this bar, no less.
My mind races to come up with a drink I’ve heard my friends order, all the while trying not to let Peck see how hard my heart is racing and the sweat glistening on my palms. “I’m drinking a tequila and Coke.”
Peck chuckles behind me. “Can I give you one quick tip?”
“No.”
With a deep breath, I step into the building. Antique lanterns on the ceilings and various Christmas lights strung around the building illuminate the bar. I hold my breath before allowing the scent to hit me. It’s the smell of desperation and sweat, of a thousand spilled beers and even more bad decisions. It’s like perfume on your man that isn’t yours: repulsive.
“Fine then,” Peck says. “But when Machlan laughs his ass off because no one has ever, in the history of the universe, ordered a tequila and Coke, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
My cheeks burn. “Oh.”
“Rum and Coke or tequila shots. Not tequila and Coke, Had.” He shoves his hands in the pockets of his worn jeans as he eyes me with amusement. “But do the rum and Coke. You’d be a mess on tequila, and while I’d pay a lot of money to watch Machlan lose his shit over that, I’m not sure he’ll even serve it to you.”
“He has to if I order it,” I say.
Peck leans back and releases a full-belly laugh. “You tell him that.”
“I will.” Looking him in his bright, blue eyes, I almost lose my courage and tell him to get me the hell out of here. He would. He’d take me to Goodman’s, buy me a sweet tea, and drive me around as I spilled my guts. But I can’t do that to him. Or me.
This wasn’t a spur-of-the-moment decision. It’s been a long time coming, and I finally broke down last week and realized it had to be done. I have to figure out how to move on with my life. I can’t put roots down somewhere else and allow myself to fall in love or really start a life when my heart is still here. With Machlan.
Peck’s face breaks into a sympathetic smile. “Take my advice and order the rum and Coke. You have a shot at getting that. Though it’s a small one, it’s better than your tequila chances, which are negative sixteen hundred.”
“I don’t understand why you don’t think he’ll serve me.”
“Rhubarb moonshine mean anything to you?” He makes a face reminiscent of someone dying before heading toward the bar.
I stand next to the bulletin boards lining the front wall, thinking about the night with the moonshine. How Mach and I got into a huge fight and I didn’t realize what moonshine was. And how he picked me up and took me home and stayed with me all night to make sure I didn’t pass out in my own vomit.
Besides the people playing pool in the back, the only other patrons drinking are seated near the old jukebox. As my gaze runs across a pair of pink panties pinned to the top of one of the bulletin boards, it settles on Peck. He waves at me to join him.
His merriment at my situation is written all over his face. I hope confidence masks the fear on mine. No matter how I get to the end result, this is going to hurt.
No, this is going to be hell.
I make my way over the cement floors. A man wearing a sleeve of tattoos and an undeniable invitation tickling his lips passes me. He turns around and whistles as he walks backward to the door.
This helps.
My confidence slightly bolstered, I look back at the bar.
This doesn’t help.
My feet shuffle, nearly tripping over an invisible boulder in my way as Machlan’s lips form a thin, hard line. His arms cross his thick chest.
Even with the cool reception, my cheeks still heat.
Machlan sure knows how to make hell feel like home.

🍀🍀🍀🍀🍀Snippet #2🍀🍀🍀🍀🍀
“Oh my God.” A rush of wind escapes my lungs as the evening air ushers me away from the bar. I’m intoxicated, and I didn’t even drink. That good-looking bastard does this to me every time.
I bend down to tie my shoe. My fingers fumble with the laces, a hold-over from the adrenaline that’s starting to taper off. With each second that passes, I feel a little better about my first interaction with Mach.
There was no real fighting. No bloodshed. No tears.
No sex.
“No,” I groan as I stand. “I’m not going there. That is not a part of the plan.”
“So there was a plan?” Machlan stands, hands tucked in his front pockets, forearms flexing a few feet in front of me. It’s a casual posture that any bystander would read as a guy having an easygoing conversation with a woman. That person would be wrong.
The way his deep brown eyes are almost black and the way the little lines form between them tell me all I need to know. There’s nothing casual about this.
My heart skips a beat as the scent of him rides the breeze and tortures me. It wasn’t as noticeable in the bar. Out here, he’s picking me apart without even trying, using his stupid cologne to unlock me like a puzzle.
His body this close to me is the equivalent of drinking three glasses of wine. I’m hot. Bothered. And the struggle to remember I have a brain and am responsible for my behavior is a real thing.
“Why did you follow me?” My words are smooth, void of emotion, and for that, I’m glad. I don’t know which emotion would come through if any were attached. I want to tease him, fall into the banter we do so well, but that’s not going to help the point of this visit. That’s not going to help me become less attached.
“It’s okay for you to pop in Crave, but it’s weird for me to follow-up?”
“There’s nothing to follow-up.”
“I beg to differ.” He starts to smile but catches it before it really breaks. “Why are you here, Had?”
“I’m not. I’m leaving.”
“Will you stop fucking with me?”
“I’m not fucking with you.” I move deliberately in hopes it exudes a confidence I don’t own. He stands between me and the handle. “Will you move, please?”
“No.”
“You know what?” I say, wedging myself against him and the door. “You’re making this easier than I thought it would be.” Gripping the handle, I lift. It opens, but there’s not enough room to pull it wide because he. Won’t. Move.
I don’t look at him. I’m way too close for a move that dangerous. Instead, I tug again. The metal edge digs into his side, burying itself in the fabric of his black T-shirt, but it’s not enough to make him step away.
“What is it you’re trying to do?” he asks.
“Right now, it’s open a door.”
His chest bounces around with a deep chuckle. “Fine.” He makes an exaggerated step to the side. It’s just enough room for me to pull open the door. “I’m telling you—if I hear you met up with that asshole—”
“Oh, no,” I say, turning around. “Don’t start your shit with me.”
“It’s not shit, sweetheart.”
Despite knowing the term of endearment wasn’t used with any endearing wishes, my heart flutters. I bite the inside of my cheek to keep focus.
“And I didn’t start it,” he continues. “You’re the one who came into Crave. I didn’t come looking for you.”
“I didn’t come looking for you either.”
It’s a lie, and we both know it.

🍀🍀🍀🍀🍀Snippet #3🍀🍀🍀🍀🍀

“What the fuck was that?”
My words are ringing through the air as the door slams shut behind Spencer. There’s a bite to my tone, a jagged edge to each syllable that’s delivered with precision. I wait for Hadley to react. All I get is a slight roll of her eyes.
“What’s what?” she asks.
My head spins, the events of the last few minutes tumbling through my mind and clamoring against each other. I can’t make sense of any of it.
“You don’t trust me,” I say. “So what was that all about? Why did you lie for me?”
“I didn’t say I trusted you.”
“You just told Spencer he could.”
She jumps off the stool and places her hands on her narrow hips. “That’s Spencer.”
She’s inches away, close enough for me to actually hear every breath she takes. Each soft intake of air feels like an invisible arm pulling me toward her.
Everything inside me is screaming—from the elation, and relief, of getting the building. From the irritation of Hadley intervening. From the proximity of her body to mine and from the smug look she’s flipping my way.
“Did you want this or not, Mach?”
“Clarify this.”
“Fuck you.”
I grin. “Is that an offer?”
Her arms cross over her chest, but the posture is muted by the way her lips part. “Clearly not.” She flushes. “But thanks for going there.”
“It was your mind that went straight to the gutter.”
She drops her arms at the same time she pulls her lip between her teeth. She’s definitely not doing it for my benefit because she has no way to know how hard it is for me not to reach forward and run my thumb along her jaw and free it. There’s no way she knows this is the exact look, complete with the lust in her eyes I’m scared of never seeing again, that I replay as I lie in bed alone and get off to memories of being entangled in my sheets with her.
“You could’ve just said thank you,” she points out.
“I could’ve.”
“You should’ve.”
“I would’ve if you hadn’t sidetracked me.”
She tilts her head to the side. “Whatever. You’ve never thanked me for anything in your life.”

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USA Today Bestselling author Adriana Locke lives and breathes books. After years of slightly obsessive relationships with the flawed bad boys created by other authors, Adriana has created her own.

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