Former tennis player Easton Bradbury is trying to be the best teacher she can be, trying to reach her bored students and trying to forget her past. What brought her to this stage in her life isn’t important. She can’t let it be. But now one parent-teacher meeting may be her undoing…

Meeting Tyler Marek for the first time makes it easy for Easton to see why his son is having trouble in school. The man knows how to manage businesses and wealth, not a teenage boy. Or a young teacher, for that matter, though he tries to. And yet…there is something about him that draws Easton in—a hint of vulnerability, a flash of attraction, a spark that might burn.

Wanting him is taboo. Needing him is undeniable. And his long-awaited touch will weaken Easton’s resolve—and reveal what should stay hidden…

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Who knew politics could be this hot?! Freshly graduated teacher Easton falls for one of her student’s dad, who also happens to be in the running to become the next state’s Senator. Let me list all the ways this could go wrong:

  • Dating your student’s dad is frowned upon by pretty much everyone
  • Christian already hates his dad for being absent all his life, doing the nasty with his teacher is not a way to redeem yourself
  • There is a twelve-year age difference that will invite public criticism
  • In the other way around, dating your son’s teacher, while you’re running for Senator is just asking for bad polls

And while those are, I feel, legit concerns, when it comes to matters of the heart, reason, and sanity are rarely involved. I definitely loved the forbidden aspect of their romance. It also invited them to be creative, and Tyler Marek has one dirty mind.

There is that fear of getting caught, but also that fear of wanting more. ‘Cause when feelings start getting involved, it only becomes more complicated. That push, and pull between Tyler and Easton was quite interesting. Neither of them was looking for this, it wasn’t planned out to become more, though now it’s impossible to deny.

Tyler is quite an interesting character. He owns up to the mistakes he’s made with his son, and seeks to move forward from that, which I admire him for. Easton has her own troubled past that she has a hard time letting go off, though slowly but surely she’s getting there.

Misconduct was an amazing story I finished in one breath. The dynamic between the characters was off the charts, inside and outside of the bedroom. The depth of the characters, and the outside drama is what made it more than just a forbidden romance. Good plot development, character complexity, and easy flowing dialogue, I loved it.

4 stars

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Lauren Layne’s bestselling Oxford Series continues with the poignant, heartwarming story of New York’s most eligible bachelor, Lincoln Mathis, a man who’s living a lie—until his dream woman takes away the pain.

Lincoln Mathis doesn’t hide his reputation as Manhattan’s ultimate playboy. In fact, he cultivates it. But behind every flirtatious smile, each provocative quip, there’s a secret that Lincoln’s hiding from even his closest friends—a tragedy from his past that holds his heart quietly captive. Lincoln knows what he wants: someone like Daisy Sinclair, the sassy, off-limits bridesmaid he can’t take his eyes off at his best friend’s wedding. He also knows that she’s everything he can never have.

After a devastating divorce, Daisy doesn’t need anyone to warn her off the charming best man at her sister’s wedding. One look at the breathtakingly hot Lincoln Mathis and she knows that he’s exactly the type of man she should avoid. But when Daisy stumbles upon Lincoln’s secret, she realizes there’s more to the charming playboy than meets the eye. And suddenly Daisy and Lincoln find their lives helplessly entwined in a journey that will either heal their damaged souls . . . or destroy them forever.

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I’m so happy we finally get Lincoln’s story. It has always been clear there was more than meets the eye when it came to him. Though knowing his secret now, I did not see that coming.

For years he’s been portraying what people wanted to see. The carefree playboy is anything but that.

Daisy was not expecting Lincoln, and the connection they form. What starts as a relaxed friendship slowly turns into more. As long as both of them dare to open up their hearts again.

I’m really happy with Someone Like You. It was well worth the wait. Lincoln is still my favourite character in the series. Discovering this hidden depth inside him, only made me like him more.

4 stars

Oxford – Reading order and purchase links

*All books can be read as a standalone*

Irresistibly Yours  I Wish You Were Mine (Oxford #2) by Lauren Layne  someone-like-you-oxford-3-by-lauren-layne  i-knew-you-were-trouble-oxford-4-by-lauren-layne

Irresistibly Yours – You Were Mine (my review) – Someone Like You I Knew You Were Trouble

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hard hitter

He’s a fighter in the rink, but he’s about to learn that playing nice can help you score… 

As team captain and enforcer, Patrick O’Doul puts the bruise in the Brooklyn Bruisers. But after years of hard hits, O’Doul is feeling the burn, both physically and mentally. He conceals his pain from his coach and trainers, but when his chronic hip injury becomes too obvious to ignore, they send him for sessions with the team’s massage therapist.

After breaking up with her long-term boyfriend, Ari Bettini is in need of peace of mind. For now, she’s decided to focus on her work: rehabilitating the Bruisers’ MVP. O’Doul is easy on the eyes, but his reaction to her touch is ice cold. Ari is determined to help O’Doul heal, but as the tension between them turns red hot, they both learn that a little TLC does the body good…

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Hard Hitter hit me hard. Corny, I know, I couldn’t stop myself. Though that only reflects the title.

Patrick O’Doule, the bruiser of the team, falls hard for the masseuse/yoga instructor of the team. No one saw that coming, not even him.

Though Ari is reluctant to jump into a new relationship, when she just got out from one. Still Patrick is not one to give up easily. He knows he’ll wear her down. Convince her that it’s not just incredible bed action, he truly cares.

If Ari is honest with herself she knows that. Though I also understand that her life is a mess right now. How she doesn’t want to dig him in all that.

Patrick isn’t the type of guy who isn’t there when he doesn’t want to be. So right beside Ari, mess or no mess, is where he chooses to stand. I loved how he continuously had her back.

Though that feeling is retaliated when we discover that Patrick has some issues of his own. Letting Ari get close isn’t easy, but well worth it.

These two together are so adorable. Which is not the first word you would associate with Patrick O’Doule. I loved their story, and the heavy drama, which we’re not that used to from Sarina Bowen. Though it made for some surprising twists that kept me on my toes.

I’m already looking forward to read more about the Brooklyn Bruisers.

3.5 stars

Brooklyn Bruisers – Reading order and purchase links

*All books can be read as a standalone*

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Rookie Move: My review – Amazon US – Amazon UK

Hard HitterAmazon US – Amazon UK

Pipe Dreams: Amazon USAmazon UK

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From New York Times Bestselling author Kristen Ashley, comes ROCK CHICK REAWAKENING, the long awaited story of Daisy and Marcus, brought to you by 1,001 Dark Nights! Be sure you grab your copy today!


From New York Times bestselling author, Kristen Ashley, comes the long-awaited story of Daisy and Marcus, Rock Chick Reawakening. A prequel to Kristen’s Rock Chick series, Rock Chick Reawakening shares the tale of the devastating event that nearly broke Daisy, an event that set Marcus Sloane—one of Denver’s most respected businessmen and one of the Denver underground’s most feared crime bosses—into finally making his move to win the heart of the woman who stole his.

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Her face was stunning. Wide smile. White teeth and a good deal of them. Big eyes. Elegant nose. Soft cheekbones. All of this she highlighted with the expert use of makeup from what was clearly a gift of superior genes into something that shone like a Hollywood starlet.

A starlet of a stripper who looked a good deal like Dolly Parton, who also likely got home the night before, earliest, three in the morning, and was right then, only hours later, back on the stage helping another girl by teaching her some moves.

“Marcus, brother,” Smithie’s voice came at him. “You got a problem with the way I do business, and I give you reason to have that problem, then we have a talk. I don’t give you that reason, we don’t have conversations like this one. That’s our deal.”

Marcus listened to him while he watched Daisy talking to the other girl and then she ran across the stage, doing it gracefully in platform sandals, her stone-washed jeans tight on her ass and hips and all the way down her legs. Still, after she ran the four steps, she launched herself high, grabbing on to the pole at least three feet higher than she was, her body swinging around by just her hands.

When the swing ended, she climbed up the pole, hand over hand. Doing this quickly, taking herself up another four feet, she flipped her bottom half over, wrapping her skinny legs around the pole. She dropped back, her hair flowing down, and with her only hold on the pole being her legs, she arched her back and slid down slowly, somehow circling the pole as she did it.

She ended this doing a layout with her hands on the floor, her legs in slow and controlled movements coming over her head one after the other. Her hands pushing off, she was up.

Standing straight with perfect posture.

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A Message from Kristen

Dear Reader,

I’m beside myself with glee that this prequel to my Rock Chick series has been unleashed! There was some time when I never thought I’d write it. When I couldn’t be in that terrible place with Daisy. But I’m oh-so glad that she called to me, demanding her story be told so she could give it to me and now I can give it to you! I loved every moment spent with Daisy and Marcus. And I hope you do too!

~Kristen Ashley

Start reading the Rock Chick series!!!

Rock Chick Reawakening – Rock Chick – Rock Chick Rescue – Rock Chick Redemption – Rock Chick Renegade – Rock Chick Revenge – Rock Chick Regret – Rock Chick Revolution

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I can’t believe 2016 is almost over, and it’s again time for my Top Books list! This post is always the hardest for me. I read so many books, and most of them I really loved. So how do I choose?

First of all, these books are not in a particular order, that would be a step too far for me to rank them. These are the stories, or characters that made me feel the most, and the ones I’ll probably reread many times over!

win-some-lose-some-by-shay-savageWin Some, Lose Some by Shay Savage

This story about a teenager with Asperger’s Syndrome finding love after the deaths of his parents literally left me speechless.

I still can’t put in words how much this story made me feel!

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beard scienceBeard Science (Winston Brothers #3) by Penny Reid

Cletus Winston is one of the most fascinating characters I’ve ever come across. By far my favourite in the series, and after finishing I immediately wanted to reread it.

It’s also one of those gems of a book that ticks of all the right boxes for a romantic comedy novel.

Reading order, but can all be read as a standalone:

Truth Or BeardGrin & Beard ItBeard Science



The Wall of Winnipeg and MeThe Wall Of Winnipeg And Me by Mariana Zapata

A book I finished at 3:30AM, and reread the next day. Just to give you an idea of how much I loved this slow burn romance. By now I’ve already reread Aiden and Vanessa’s story six times.

Mariana Zapata was a new author for me this year, and I’ve been devouring all her books this year. So far I’ve loved all of them, including Wait For It that came out only a couple of weeks ago.

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it ends with us colleen hooverIt Ends With Us by Colleen Hoover

There is a reason fans voted this story the best romance book of 2016 on Goodreads. A story that will break your heart, but also a story that needed to be told. I love how Colleen Hoover dares to write about certain subjects, and in a way that you can still enjoy them.

Get your tissues ready




punk-57-by-penelope-douglasPunk 57 by Penelope Douglas

Betrayal. Friendship. Lies. Fear. Heartbreak. Sex. Music. Love. Rejection. A story that take us on quite a roller coaster ride, and I do love my thrills.

Punk 57 is a story that might have had the biggest impact on me this year. Definitely not an easy story, but it actually made it easier for me to fall in love with it.

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The Score (Off-Campus #3)The Score (Off-Campus #3) by Elle Kennedy

I read a lot of sports romances, it’s one of my favourite genres, so it’s not easy for one book to stand out for me. But Dean Di-Laurentis did.

The Score steps away from the cliche’s, it has some of the best writing, the pacing was just right, the plot so well thought out, humor that translates even of the pages, and mostly the real feel of the characters, is what made me fall in love.

Reading order of the series, though they can be read as a standalone:

The DealThe MistakeThe ScoreThe Goal


steadfastSteadfast (True North #2) by Sarina Bowen

Sarina Bowen released a lot of books this year, including a brand new series called True North. She has become one of those authors I automatically one-click. Though it was Steadfast that stood out the most to me this year.

Jude and Sophie’s story is one partially of heartbreak, but mostly of how we should never give up hope, and keep fighting for the people we love. I loved this second chance romance, and could not put it down.

Reading order, though they can be read as a standalone:


He Will Be My Ruin by K.A. TuckerHe Will Be My Ruin by K.A. Tucker

Geeks, this one, wow! This lady knows how to write a suspensful mystery. Very light on the romance, but the many twist and turns will keep you on the edge of your seat. By the time you’re finished you’ll full realize why I’m saying this book will ruin you!

Though I’m usually not much for mystery/thriller, this one is a must read.

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The Matchmaker's Replacement (Wingmen Inc. #2) by Rachel Van DykenThe Matchmaker’s Replacement (Wingmen Inc. #2) by Rachel Van Dyken

Rachel Van Dyken released the Wingmen Inc. series in 2016, and I fully recommend you reading both the books. I love her combination of sexy, humor and swoon moments. Plus Lex’ point of view in The Matchmaker’s Replacement was just plain awesome.

A story that had me laughing out loud, and the characters are dipped in awesome sauce. Yeah, read it now!

Reading order, can be read as a standalone:

The Matchmaker’s PlaybookThe Matchmaker’s Replacement


Honorable Mentions:

These are books by authors I’ve only discovered this year, and which I will definitely be reading more of in the upcoming years!

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hard count  Chasing Spring  someone-like-you-oxford-3-by-lauren-layne

While there are a lot more books published in 2016 I would recommend, it’s these above you should definitely get your hands on!

What was your favourite book of 2016?

Any new authors you discovered?


Markus Reeves is sucking. Big-time. Toiling away on a minor-league hockey team hundreds of miles away from home, he’s watching his dreams of an NHL career fade away. Add in the lingering guilt he has over the dramatic demise of his relationship with college girlfriend, Mekena, and he’s a mess on and off the ice.

But the family of his heart, the Sinclairs, won’t let Markus suffer any longer. When he arrives himself back in Nashville for a trial run on the Assassins, it feels like his life may be making a turn for the better. If only he could get Mekena to forgive him…

Mekena Preston has been hurting since fleeing Nashville following the horror of Markus’s betrayal with her sister. Now a professional photographer, Mekena finds herself in the same place at the same time with Markus to celebrate Lucy and Benji Paxton’s wedding. Neither of them has been able to move on—and they’re starting to wonder if they really want to.

They’re headed for a face-off at the altar unless they can confront their past and unearth the truth about what really happened on that fateful night.

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“You are, by far, the most patient man I know.”
Baylor grimaced as she took Dawson from Markus’s outstretched hands. He smiled as Dawson looked at him innocently. He knew the little guy didn’t mean to puke all over him and he wasn’t upset, but he was trying to figure out a way to get to the house and shower before he had to talk to Mekena. He highly doubted that baby puke would be an aphrodisiac. Maybe it would be? Huh.
He wasn’t going to try, though.
As Baylor cuddled Dawson against her, Markus waved her off. “It’s no big deal. He’s a baby.”
She smiled shyly. “Yes, but Ashlyn pooped on you too.”
He grinned as he shrugged, trying not to laugh. It was a tough rehearsal for Dawson, Ashlyn, and Markus. Puke and poop were big-time stars during the hour of watching the Sinclairs and Grace Justice try to put together a wedding. He wasn’t sure what was funnier, Jace glaring as Jordie walked with Avery, or Ashlyn farting and then realizing she had just shit all over him. It was a toss-up, but then Dawson decided to puke down the front of his shirt, and he figured he was now a substitute for a baby rag. “I volunteered.”
“Still, we’re really sorry,” Avery said, holding Ashlyn close as she rocked her back and forth. “I understand if you don’t want to watch her ever again.”
“Nonsense,” he said, laughing as he tucked his hands into his pockets and looked around. He spotted Mekena at the front of the altar, taking pictures of random things. He wasn’t sure if she was done, but maybe he could slip away. “How much longer until y’all are done?”
“We’re done, but Lucy and Benji have some pre-wedding pictures they’re having done with Angie.”
“So Mekena isn’t done?”
Avery smiled. “Nope, she’s got a bit.”
“Can you pass a message for me?”
“Let her know that I went back to the cabin to shower and clean up?”
“Yeah, of course. I’ll tell Jace to tell her since I’m taking Ashlyn to bed.”
“Cool, thanks,” he said, kissing her cheek and then Baylor’s, before rubbing Dawson’s head. “I’ll see you guys in the morning.”
Before he could get far, though, Baylor smiled. “Thanks again.”
“Anytime. I mean that.”
Avery smiled. “Thanks.”
“Also, good luck,” Baylor added.
Flashing them both a big grin, he nodded. “I need it.”
Heading out the back, he made it back to the cabin quickly. When he entered, though, Mr. Right was sitting on the windowsill howling. “Whoa, man. What’s up?”
Meoooooowwwwwwww, he wailed, with his mouth wide open as his hair stood on end.
“Bro, I don’t know what to say. I don’t speak your language. Are you singing? Do you want me to sing too? Meoooowwwwww,” he said, and Mr. Right looked back at him, almost with a glare. “We should add some beat to that and make a remix,” Markus joked as the cat wailed. Deciding that was a good idea, he pulled out his phone and started to beatbox as the cat wailed, recording it on his SnapChat. The cat must have realized what he was doing because he looked back, scowling, and Markus hid his phone. He didn’t want to admit it, but Mr. Right kind of freaked him out.

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Markus messed up big time with Mekena. That guilt has been weighing on him all this time, even messing with his game.

A chance to play for the big leagues, he realises he needs to get his act together, on, and off the ice.

Reconnecting with Mekena at Lucy, and Benji’s wedding is only the first step. He needs a second chance. I really loved how he owned up to his mistake. Even though big twist there. And I swooned seeing how much he still felt for Mekena.

Keeping Mekena though will be a whole new challenge. I definitely don’t blame her for being skittish. Though I kind of wished she listened to him in the first place.

Ugh. Mekena’s sister is one big mess. Toni Aleo really loves her dysfunctional families, hitting us with a couple of surprises.

Sweet is the word I would use to describe Face-Off At The Altar. When Markus, and Mekena are happy, they become one of those who make you almost nauseous with how blissful they are. I’m mostly just very happy they got their happy ending.

3.5 stars

Assassins – Reading order and purchase links

*All books can be read as a standalone, but have interconnecting characters*

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Taking ShotsAmazon US – Amazon UK – Book Depository

Trying To ScoreAmazon US – Amazon UK – Book Depository

Empty NetAmazon US – Amazon UK – Book Depository

Falling For The BackupAmazon US – Amazon UK

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4 & Counting (FREE)

Blue LinesMy review – Amazon US – Amazon UK – Book Depository

Breaking AwayMy review – Amazon US – Amazon UK

Laces & LaceMy review – Amazon US – Amazon UK

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A Very Merry Hockey HolidayMy review – Amazon US ($0.99) – Amazon UK (£0.99)

Wanting To ForgetAmazon US ($0.99) – Amazon UK (£0.99)

OvertimeMy review – Amazon US – Amazon UK

Rushing The Goal: My review – Amazon US – Amazon UK

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Puck, Sticks, and Diapers: Amazon US ($0.99) – Amazon UK (£0.99)

Face-Off At The AltarAmazon USAmazon UK

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If anyone ever said being an adult was easy, they hadn’t been one long enough.

Diana Casillas can admit it: she doesn’t know what the hell she’s doing half the time. How she’s made it through the last two years of her life without killing anyone is nothing short of a miracle. Being a grown-up wasn’t supposed to be so hard.

With a new house, two little boys she inherited the most painful possible way, a giant dog, a job she usually loves, more than enough family, and friends, she has almost everything she could ever ask for.

Except for a boyfriend.

Or a husband.

But who needs either one of those?

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Oh how I love Mariana Zapata’s slow burn love stories. We always get the chance to really get to know the characters as individuals, and see their relationship grow from simple attraction to meaningful depth. When that all finally comes together, it’s pure bliss.

I started reading Wait For It without reading the blurb, so I was pleasantly surprised when it turned out Diana got her own story. For those familiar with The Wall Of Winnipeg And Me, she is Vanessa’s best friend. For those not familiar with Mariana Zapata’s work, no worries, this can be read as a standalone.

We are now a couple of years later, and Diana has become the guardian of her two little nephews. Being a new, single mom has not been easy, but she’s done it. I definitely admire her so much for that. Dealing with her own grief, she has always been there for these two boys, and gave them all that she had. That love she has for the kids, shines from the pages, it feels so tangible.

The farthest thing on Diana’s mind right now is love. No matter how handsome or sweet or helpful her neighbour is. Diana knows that it’s just not happening. Her focus is on the kids.

Dallas is a man of principles. While he gladly help Diana out, he makes clear they will not be more than friends. Which is okay, ’cause that’s what they need right now. Though the further along this story, I loved to see how there were these small hints of things changing between them. All very subtle, and I loved it.

Wait For It by Mariana Zapata was once again an amazingly heartfelt story. I’m so happy I discovered her writing this year, as I can not get enough of it. I’ve been recommending her books to everyone who’s mildly interested in reading, and Wait For It has just been added to that list.

4.5 stars


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Signing with Brighthouse Records was supposed to be everything we ever wanted—our better life. Our chance at everything we never had but always wanted. All our dreams would finally come true and we were on top of the world. It was our chance at the happiness we never had in life.

Our every desire was at our fingertips and the power of that feeling was all consuming. But then it took every dream we thought would come true and it slapped us in the face with the cold hard reality.

Dreams were just that…something that floated on the cusp of untouchable, taunting you with every graze of your fingertips before slipping even further away.

Happiness…that feeling is a joke.

In the end it became painfully obvious that each of us would always have each other, but we would forever be alone.

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Goddamn, that smile is dangerous.

Who am I kidding?  He is dangerous.

I do my best to ignore him, but it’s impossible.  The steady brush of his arm against where mine is resting on our shared armrest constantly reminds me how much my body wants his touch.  The scent of his delicious cologne hits my senses, making me want to climb in his lap and rub my face over his chest to get a potent lungful of it.

I can’t even remember the last time I was this horny, which is pathetically sad, since it was probably around the same time I actually got laid.  Years.  I think.  Close to three.  Maybe that’s why I’m a hot mess lately.   I turn my head to study the side of his face and wonder if I can use this situation to my advantage.  I mean, after all, we are in a ‘relationship’ now.

He turns and gives me a questioning arch of his dark brows, but I brush it off in favor of playing Disney Emoji Blitz on my phone.

By the time we had hit cruising altitude, I could hear the other men around me snoring away but not Chance.  He’s fiddling with his phone, completely ignorant of the fact I’m about to start humping his leg.

“Excuse me,” I breathily say, unbuckling my belt and standing to move around him.  I stand there, my head bent slightly because of the overhead, and wait.  He doesn’t move, though.  Instead, he drops his phone to his lap and gives me his complete attention; his eyes even dance a little like he’s finding this whole damn thing funny.  “Excuse me,” I repeat, no longer breathy, and seconds away from coming.

No, that’s a lie.  I’m still breathy and very much seconds away from soaking my panties even more than they already are.

His large hands grab my hips, and he guides me down on his lap with no resistance from my treacherous body.

“Not what I meant,” I say through clenched teeth, trying to sound harsh and offended, but I just sound dazed and turned on.  I wiggle in his hold, trying to get free, but he’s too strong for me.

He leans up in his seat, his chest hitting my back and buries his face in my neck.  I’m sure anyone who saw us would see a loving couple who just can’t keep their hands to themselves.  He’s playing a dangerous game, though, because the second the solid, hard length of him presses against my backside, I forget this is supposed to be a game and squirm a little more.  His teeth nip at my shoulder at the same time his groan hits my ears.

“Stop moving, Wren,” he demands, tightening his fingers on my hips.

“You’re the one who put me on your lap.”  I curl my fingers over the empty seat in front of me and squeeze my eyes shut when I feel him growing harder under me.

“Yeah, because the flight attendant who just walked by had her phone out and pointed right at us.  She’s doing a shit job of making it look like she’s doing something with her paperwork.”  His hand comes off my hip, and he cups my jaw, turning my head to the side just when I was about to look up at where I last saw the attendant, forcing me to shift until all it would take is me throwing one leg over his body to be face-to-face.  “Do not look at her,” he stresses; the sudden movement of twisting my body makes me bounce slightly in his lap, rubbing my legging-clad ass against his erection.  His eyes drop to my mouth where I pull my bottom lip between my teeth and groan.

“Give me a reason not to look,” I dare him.

“You don’t want to go down that road, Wren.  I’ll protect you from the world, but you need to protect yourself from me.”

“No one is asking you to.”

Not even knowing if we’re still being watched, I twist my torso the rest of the way, pulling my legs up until they’re bent at his stomach between us.  Now that I’m facing him completely, I bring my hands up to curl them both around his shoulders before dragging them up to wrap around the corded muscles at the sides of his neck.  His nostrils flare, but he doesn’t stop me.  I give him the chance, but it never comes.  Dropping my head, I press my lips to his.  I explore his lips with small pecks and little licks of my tongue, learning his mouth before pressing more firmly.  He sucks in a breath when I open my mouth and slowly drag the tip of my tongue over his bottom lip.

And then his control snaps.

His hands—still at my hips—lift me effortlessly until my legs are no longer folded between us, but now digging into the hard armrests with my knees pushing into his thighs, my back hitting the seat in front of me.  His mouth opens, and his tongue meets mine, no hesitation whatsoever, as he deepens the kiss.

Our breathing echoes around us, making it sound like everyone on this plane could hear us, but I know it’s just because our faces are so close.  I let out a moan, one that he swallows, that turns into a whine when he pulls back.

“That can’t happen again,” he softly scolds, just as breathless as I am.

What the hell?  I might not have been into this whole fake-boyfriend-slash-bodyguard thing before, but I’ll be damned if I’m not going to take advantage of the situation.  Especially now that I know how alive he makes me feel.  Three years since I had pleasure from anything other than my own hand, and if that kiss is anything to go by, what Chance could make me feel is ten times more powerful than anything I’ve ever felt in my whole life.

I’m not passing that up.


No fucking way.

“We’ll see about that.”

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What a fast, and smooth read Jaded Hearts was! Kick*ss singer Wren, falls for hot security guard Chance. Both jaded from previous failed relationships, these two are ready to give love one more go.

Things happen fast, and for me the beginning was a bit too much instant love. Though the further we go into the story, I more, and more liked these two together.

The bands dynamic is what really sold me on this story. Wren, her twin Weston, and the other band mates, Luke, and Jamison are a true family. They joke, they laugh, they fight, and they always have each other’s back. The dialogues were on point, and felt authentic.

Throughout the love story, the love for music is what spoke to me. For Wren, and the band, music is their life, and you can feel that. The fame is taxing, weighing most heavily on Wren as the main face of the band. Though now with Chance by her side, it’s easier to cope with that drama.

Jaded Hearts was an excellent start of a new series. I truly love all the characters, and am already looking forward to reading Jamison’s story. Wren is awesome, real, and a complete bad*ss. Chance is her rock, and I loved how he could be there for her. He’s a sweet guy, though inside the bedroom, holy hotness! Hot, sweet, humor, love, family, Jaded Hearts has it all.

3.5 stars

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Is this love or just a game?

Tori Rivera thinks Jamie McCade is rude, arrogant, and worst of all . . . the sexiest man she’s ever laid eyes on. His reputation as a player is almost as legendary as his surfing skills. No matter how her body heats up when he’s around, she’s determined not to be another meaningless hookup.

Jamie McCade always gets what he wants. The sickest wave. The hottest women. And Tori, with her long legs and smart mouth, is definitely the hottest one. He knows Tori wants him-hell, most women do-but she won’t admit it. After months of chasing and one unforgettable kiss, it’s time for Jamie to raise the stakes.

Jamie promises that soon Tori won’t just want him in her bed, she’ll be begging for it-and he might be right. Somehow he’s found the spot in her heart that makes her open up like never before. But with all she knows about his past, can she really trust what’s happening between them? Is Jamie playing for keeps or just playing to win?

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Hit The Spot did exactly as the title says. I only read Four Letter Word a couple of months ago, but I’ve been very excited for Jamie and Tori’s story ever since. J. Daniels did not disappoint.

It has all the elements of an excellent romance story. A relatable sweet main character, a handsome dirty talking hero, lots of easy banter, off the charts passion, and a smooth flowing plot.

The chemistry between Tori, and Jamie was amazing. It has been building up for months, and when these two come to blow, or pretty much end up in bed, it’s panty melting hot. Though to be clear, outside the bedroom, they are a great match as well. Opposites who complete each other.

Hit The Spot was such a fun, and sexy story. I definitely loved the romance parts, and enjoyed that it was lighter on the drama side, rather refreshing. Jamie is such a sweetheart, and I completely fell for our handsome surfer.

4 stars

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He’s the guy no one likes…

Despite winning two national championships, JR “Ace” Anderson was sent packing from his old school after losing the trust of his coach. At Southern U, he has a second chance to prove that his college legacy isn’t endless debauchery and selfishness. But his reputation precedes him, and his teammates offer a chilly welcome in the locker room. The one person who is willing to accept him is the very woman he should stay away from—his new coach’s daughter.

She’s the girl everyone loves…

Bryant Johnson’s only goal in life is to make others happy, even at her own expense. One look at her father’s new star quarterback, and she knows that Ace is her next project. With a reputation for being a “jerk whisperer”, Bryant has spent her last three years at college reforming sorry behavior and turning bad boys into the best boyfriends ever. In Ace, though, she’s met with surly resistance and a sizzling attraction she doesn’t expect. Fixing this wounded warrior will be her biggest challenge yet. Not falling for him will be even harder.

Between her big heart and his damaged one, a battle is ensuing. In this game of love, every defense will crumble.

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I absolutely did not like Ace after Jockblocked. He behaved like a complete a-hole, was rude, and cruel to his best friend, and overall kind of a pig.

Though I was curious as how he would redeem himself in Downed.  And I honestly believe Ace himself had no clue whatsoever. Neither of us counted on Bryant.

Bryant is amazing. Yeah, she’s the coach’s daughter, so Ace should probably stay away from her. I believe she is awesomesauce. A girl with so much Southern charm, she’s impossible to deny, and there is no way you can’t like her.

She’s the social butterfly of the school, and has convinced herself that Ace needs her help. Which I fully agree with, and after a little struggle Ace falls nicely in line. Though she can’t completely tame the wild beast. Ace likes to play dirty sometimes, and it’s hot.

I loved the dynamic between these two. Bryant’s bubbly personality, Ace’s focus, still these two work so well together. I really liked seeing Ace turn from this sullen, angry guy into a more relaxed, happy version of himself. While Bryant finally faces some inner demons she’s been running from. It all ties up nicely.

Downed might be my favourite book in the Gridiron series so far. Ace redeemed himself, I actually quite like him now. While I wish Bryant could be one of my BFF’s. Get ready to read Downed right now!

 4.5 stars

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To most people, princes, princesses, counts and dukes are found only in the pages of the most famous of fairytales. Crowns, priceless jewels and gilded thrones belong only in childhood dreams.

But for some, these frivolous fancies are truth.

For some, they are real life.

On Manhattan’s Upper East Side, people have always treated me as someone special. All because of my ancestral name and legacy. All because of a connection I share to our home country’s most important family of all.

I am Caresa Acardi, the Duchessa di Parma. A blue blood of Italy. I was born to marry well. And now the marriage date is set.

I am to marry into House Savona. The family that would have been the royals had Italy not abolished the monarchy in 1946. But to the aristocrats of my home, the abolition means nothing at all.

The Savonas still hold power where it counts most.

In our tight-knit world of money, status and masked balls, they are everything and more.

And I am soon to become one of them.

I am soon to become Prince Zeno Savona’s wife…

… or at least I was, until I met Achille.

And everything changed.

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A Veil Of Vines was a sweet, and super romantic love story set in beautiful Italy. I really want to go back to Florence after finishing the book, and discover all the gorgeous vineyards. The way Caresa and Achille’s story played like a movie in mind. The writing made it all so easy to picture.

While I do like my romantic stories, A Veil Of Vines is actually too sweet for me. It’s written in a way that is very believable, and I do love the characters. Though the plot is predictable, no big surprises for me there.

Fans of Tillie Cole will certainly enjoy A Veil Of Vines, as I did. It just wasn’t a story that stood out for me.

3 stars

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“Knock knock!”
“Um… Who’s there?”

Yeah. That was me, on my last date. Before you feel sorry for me
you should know that I was the one telling the jokes. Jokes as in
plural, because I didn’t stop with just one. Of course not.

Hi, I’m Chloe Scott. The most awkward single girl in the city.
But I’m going to get it together. I am.

I’m going to learn how to date like a grown up.
I’m going to have an orgasm not given to myself.
I’m going to fall in love and live happily ever after.

Right after I get out of this interrogation room.

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I binge read the entire Wrong series this week, and while Everly might be my favourite character, it’s Trust that I liked the most. Besides being incredibly funny, there is also a layer of depth in this story what fully convinced me.

Though I have to say that when you’re using “knock, knock” jokes as opening lines, you’re probably spending too much time around seven-year olds. While hilarious from the outside in, it’s not so much for Chloe. Somehow all her dates don’t appreciate the jokes.

Though it’s not just around dates that she gets nervous, it’s whenever she meets new people. Even at work she has a hard time fitting in. Boyd sees that anxiety, and has an excellent way of circumventing all of that. I just loved his tactic of pursuing Chloe. He’s so patient with her, and simply enjoys getting to know her.

From the beginning you can feel that sweet connection between them. While Chloe’s anxiety leads to some pretty funny situations, I do understand how terrifying it is for her. An excellent blend of humor, character development, and swoon worthy moments, Trust will give you all the feels.

3.5 stars

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For Matthew Rohan, every day is a struggle. Each task others complete without thinking is a challenge for him. Recently orphaned, he has to finish the last few months of high school and take care of his disabled sister on his own.

When Mayra comes into his life, his comfortable routines implode. Matthew can’t handle change, but Mayra is unrelenting in her quest to understand him, to show him acceptance and maybe even love. When she breaks through his shell, Matthew’s world will never be the same again.

An awkward boy with Asperger’s Syndrome, a persistent girl who pulls him out of his isolated existence, and a lottery ticket that will change their lives forever.

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I’ve tried writing this review over half a dozen times. Wrote something down, then deleted it all, and repeat. Simple because I can not put into words how Win Some, Lose Some made me feel. I loved it. I loved it oh so very much. Though saying I love it, feels inadequate.

So my review is as follows; I can not find the words to describe how much I enjoyed Win Some, Lose Some by Shay Savage. It literally has left me both speechless, and rambling positive adjectives.

Win Some, Lose Some is already one of my favourite stories of 2016, and I see a lot of rereading in my future.

5 stars

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They say when life closes one door, another one opens.
This door happens to lead to paradise.
And a man I can never, ever have.


Still grieving the loss of her sister who died two years ago, the last thing Veronica “Ronnie” Locke needed was to lose her job at one of Chicago’s finest restaurants and have to move back in with her parents. So when a window of opportunity opens for her – running a kitchen at a small Hawaiian hotel – she’d be crazy not to take it.

The only problem is, the man running the hotel drives her crazy:
Logan Shephard.
It doesn’t matter that he’s got dark brown eyes, a tall, muscular build that’s sculpted from daily surfing sessions, and a deep Australian accent that makes your toes curl.
What does matter is that he’s a grump.
Kind of an asshole, too.
And gets under Ronnie’s skin like no one else.

But the more time Ronnie spends on the island of Kauai, falling in love with the lush land and its carefree lifestyle, the closer she gets to Logan. And the closer she gets to Logan, the more she realizes she may have pegged him all wrong. Maybe it’s the hot, steamy jungles or the invigorating ocean air, but soon their relationship becomes utterly intoxicating.

There’s just one major catch.

The two of them together would incite a scandal neither Ronnie, nor her family, would ever recover from.

Forbidden, Illicit, off-limits – sometimes the heat is worth surrendering to, even if you get burned.

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Living in the shadow of her sister, life has not been easy for Ronnie. Then when her sister died, things got even more complicated. Her relationship with her parents, and sister has always been strained. Now it’s ever harder when you have to live up to a person who’s no longer there.

People don’t like to speak ill of the dead. Though that certainly doesn’t mean those people were not flawed. Her time in Hawaii has been quite the eye opener for Ronnie. A girl who never felt like she fitted in at home, has found a new family with the people at her sister’s hotel. I loved that for her, ’cause she was so lost, and she really needed this.

Then there is Logan. Ronnie saw him first, but he belonged to her sister. Calling dibs in real life doesn’t really work. Talk about complicated, somewhat forbidden love. Though I liked that it wasn’t instant, there were a lot of issues to work through for that connection to happen. They both get a chance to start over, to find their happiness. It’s what I believe people deserve, to find that happiness. While others might not always agree, I loved how Logan fought for them.

Heat Wave was a wonderful second chance/forbidden love romance. Logan, and Ronnie work great together, and I loved all the secondary characters. Not to mention I really want to go to Hawaii now!

3.5 stars

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I saw him first.

It shamed me to think it then, it shames me to think it now.

But that’s what the truth does to you sometimes. It shames you because it’s only in the truth that you realize how human you really are. What a raw, devastating thing that is, to embrace your humanity and learn to live with all your sharp points, the hollow places, the cracks and the crevices. To be utterly real. To be terribly flawed.

Those cracks had always been forming inside me, slowly making their way to the surface over the years. In my family, there wasn’t much you could do but try and hold yourself together, to stick glue on your wounds, to paste over the imperfections. But the cracks still grew, until all of us were held together by crumbling cement, just statues waiting to collapse.

That was years and years ago. I was just twenty-two at the time. A baby. I’m still a baby in the grand scheme of things, but there’s something precious about your early twenties, where you think you’re so much older, bigger, than you are, where life is just about to deliver the crushing blows that will knock you off your feet for the rest of your days. The small things become the big things and the big things become the small things and you aren’t quite sure when they made the switch.

But in the end, I saw him first. He was mine, even before he knew it. He was mine in some strange way that I still don’t understand. The only way I can think of to explain it is…

You just know.

There are moments in your life, people in your life, that when they cross your path and meet your eye, you know. Maybe it’s all in the chemistry, certain pheromones that react when they mix together, maybe it’s a smell that triggers a memory, maybe it’s a glimpse at a future you don’t recognize or a hint at the past, a life you’ve lived and forgotten. Whatever it is, you know that moment, that person, is going to shape you for the rest of your life.

That’s what it was like when I saw him. Standing over by the windows and staring out Lake Michigan, like he was wishing he could be anywhere but there.

I wished the same. My mother’s the deputy mayor of Chicago and this was another one of her fundraisers I felt obliged to attend. It was tradition in my family, for my father, for me, for my sister, to show up and wave the flag of support. It didn’t seem to matter that the stuffy politicians that surrounded these events never paid me any attention. And if they did, it was the wrong kind of attention, always the sixty-year-old man leering after the young thing with the nice smile.

Luckily I didn’t smile all that often. My resting bitch face took over whenever I was deep in thought, which was pretty much all the time.

But this guy…I felt a kinship with him. I felt like I knew exactly what he was thinking, feeling, and that it was completely wrapped up in and connected to everything that was going through me.

I don’t know where I found the nerve to go over and talk to him. He seemed so much older, not quite the sixty-year-old politicians I was used to seeing, but maybe in his early-thirties. More than that, there was some kind of aura around him. Sounds stupid, I know. Whatever it was, it was like he belonged in some whole other universe than here, a star on earth, permanently grounded and yearning to be in the sky.

It was usually Juliet’s job to go around and make everyone feel warm and comfortable at these events—hell, in every event—but she wasn’t here yet. And though I could have easily stayed in the shadows, I was pulled to him, like he had a wave of gravity whirling around him.

I remember what I was wearing. Strappy flats because I hated wearing heels, a knee-length cocktail dress in emerald green, sleeveless, high-neck. It made me look older and I wore it because my mother always wanted me to look like a lady.

With a glass of champagne in hand, I made my way over to the windows, my heart racing the closer I got to him. He looked taller up close, well over six feet. His shoulders were broad, like a swimmer’s, and suddenly I had a vision of him diving into the lake. The navy blue suit he was wearing looked well-tailored but he seemed uncomfortable in it, like he couldn’t wait to get rid of it.

I stood beside him for a moment, following his gaze out the window. He seemed lost in his thoughts but out of my peripheral his head tilted slightly and he brought his eyes over to me while I kept staring at that wide expanse of water, stretching out to the horizon.

“Can’t wait to get out of here?” I asked, but though my tone was mild, my delivery was bold. It was as if someone else had taken a hold of my body, forcing me to speak. I slowly turned my head to meet his eyes.

I was taken aback for a second. He was staring at me like he knew me, even though I’d never seen him before. Then again, I was sure I’d been staring at him in the same way. That feeling of knowing. He knew me, I knew him, and who the hell knows how that was possible.

His eyes were brown—are brown—dark with currents of gold and amber, giving them beautiful clarity. Slightly almond shaped. His brows were also dark, arched, adding to the intensity of his gaze. He’s the type of guy whose eyes latch onto you, dig deep, trying to sift through the files of your life, see who you really are.

“How did you know?” he asked, a full-on Australian accent rumbling through his gruff voice. It made my stomach flip, my core smolder. How deed you now, is what it sounded like. Funny how I stopped hearing the accent after time.

I gave a half shrug and looked back to the party. More people had flooded the room, mingling around the appetizers. My mother was in the corner, a crowd of politicians around her. She didn’t see me. She never did.

“Because I think I’d rather be in the middle of Lake Michigan too,” I told him, “then be stuck here with all these people.”

“These people,” he repeated. My focus was drawn to his lips, full, wide, tilting up into a smirk. Beneath them was a strong chin and even sharper jaw, dusted with a five o’clock shadow that seemed permanent, like the man couldn’t get a clean shave even if he tried. “How do you know I’m not one of these people?”

“Because you’re over here and not over there. How come you keep answering my questions with more questions?”

He studied me for a moment. My blood pounded in my head and I felt a giddy kind of thrill at how this was progressing. If anything, I was proud for holding my own with this handsome stranger. He was the first man I ever really felt at ease with.

He cleared his throat, offered me a quick smile before he nodded at the lake, his hands sliding into his pockets. “She almost looks like the ocean, doesn’t she?”

“Not quite the same as Australia, I would imagine.”

“No hiding this accent, is there?” He glanced at me and stuck out his hand, which I shook for a moment, warm palm to warm palm. “I’m Logan Shepard. Australian. And the reason I’m here is because I was invited by a friend of mine. I’m only in town for a few days and he didn’t want to go alone. He’s over there.” He nodded at a tall black man in the corner, listening intently to another man.

“Warren Jones,” he said, as if I should know him. Perhaps I should. He probably thought I was one of them. “He’s local and the key piece to my investment.”

I wasn’t one for business talk—I never had anything to contribute other than lamenting student loans—but I wanted him to keep talking. “What’s your investment?”

“Starting my own hotel,” he said. “In Hawaii. Have you ever been there?”

“Once. When I was eight. I think we were in Honolulu. I remember a city, anyway. Waikiki Beach.”

“This hotel is in Kauai. The Garden Isle. Went there once as a teenager and couldn’t get it out of my mind.”

I didn’t know the right things to say. I wanted to ask more about the hotel, what it means when you have an investor, but I didn’t want to appear dumb. I kept my mouth shut.

“You haven’t introduced yourself,” he said. “Protecting a secret identity?”

I smiled, close-lipped. “Not really. I’m Veronica Locke. American. And I unfortunately I don’t have much else to add to that.”

“Locke?” he repeated, eyes darting to my mother. “Are you the daughter of the deputy mayor, Rose Locke?”

“One of them,” I told him.

He nodded quickly. “I see. No wonder you’d rather be in the middle of the bloody lake. I bet you have to do this stuff all the time.”

“It’s not so bad.” I took a sip of my drink so I didn’t have to say anything more and looked away at the crowd. The bubbles teased my nose, making my eyes water.

I could feel his gaze on me as he spoke. “I’m sure you have plenty more to say about yourself though. Where do you work? Student?”

“Culinary arts,” I told him. “I’m one of those crazy people who dream of being a chef one day.”

He frowned. “Why is that crazy?”

I gave him a look, forgetting that most people have no idea how hard it is. “Because it’s a long road, long hours, and nothing is guaranteed. People think being a chef is easy. They see Gordon Ramsey or Nigella Lawson and think it’s all fame and food and money and they have no idea what it’s really like. I’m not even out of school and already I feel half-beaten.”

He was still frowning. He did that a lot, I would soon learn. “Sounds like life to me.” His eyes dropped to my lips and something intensely carnal came over them, like suddenly I was the food, not the wannabe chef. “Did you want to get a drink somewhere. After this? When you’ve done your daughterly duties?”

I swallowed hard. I didn’t know what a drink meant. Just a drink? A date? Was it sex? I started going through my head, trying to think of reasons why it was a bad idea. My legs were shaved, did my bra and underwear match? Did I have a condom? I had taken the pill this morning, even though my last boyfriend and I had broken up months ago. I hadn’t been with a guy, let alone a man, in a long time.

Don’t flatter yourself, I quickly thought. What makes you think he’d be interested in you that way?

“Yes,” I said when I finally found my voice. “Yes, I would like that.”

A spark flashed in his eyes, lighting them up in such a way that made my toes literally curl. Damn. I was in trouble with this man. “Any way you can get out of your duties sooner?” he asked.

I couldn’t help but smile, raising my brow at his presumptuousness, while simultaneously trying to hide the fact that I was freaking out. I looked around the room and tried to judge how likely it was that someone would notice if I was gone. My mom was still surrounded by a wall of people and no one was paying any attention to us, standing by the windows, already removed.

A sad thought hit me, sliding past before I could really dwell on it: no one even notices when I’m here.

“If we’re quick and sneaky,” I told him.

“Being quick isn’t in my repertoire,” he said, “but I could give it a shot.”

Again. Damn. I wasn’t one to blush but I could feel my cheeks heating up and hoped my skin supressed the flush. He was so much older than me in so many ways, the last thing I wanted was to appear the naïve schoolgirl.

And I didn’t know what to say to that. He was staring at me with those dark eyes, a look so intense yet sparkling with charm and something…wicked.

I’d never find out how wicked they could be.

“Ronnie!” A melodic, ultra-feminine voice sliced through the moment like an unwieldy machete, causing me to flinch, my fingers tightening around the stem of the glass.

Oh no, I thought. Not now.

Logan’s head swiveled toward the sound of the voice, like a hound picking up a scent. I didn’t bother looking over, I kept my focus on him, watching his expression intently. It changed, as I knew it would.

She had walked into the room.

He saw her.

And like it was for so many men, that look of lust I had thought was for me, was now for her.

That’s when I knew it was over. Whatever thing I had felt for him, it didn’t matter anymore, not when she was in the room. Nothing ever mattered as long as she was around.

I might have saw him first.

But he was all hers after that.

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It started off as a battle of wits. Me: the ordinary girl with a big mouth against Him: the sexy bastard with a big…ego.

I thought I’d hit the jackpot when I was upgraded to first class on my flight to London.

That is until HE sat next to me. Gabriel Scott: handsome as sin, cold as ice. Nothing and no one gets to him. Ever. He’s a legend in his own right, the manager of the biggest rock band in the world, and an arrogant ass who looks down his nose at me.

I thought I’d give him hell for one, long flight. I didn’t expect to like him. I didn’t expect to want him. But the biggest surprise? He wants me too. Only in a way I didn’t see coming.

If I accept his proposal, I leave myself open to falling for the one man I can’t manage. But I’m tempted to say yes. Because the real man beneath those perfect suits and that cool façade just might be the best thing that’s ever happened to me. And I just might be the only one who can melt the ice around his heart.

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Idol had left me very hungry for Scottie. I was so happy he got his own story with Managed. The banter here was off the charts. From the first page it was a battle of wits between Scottie and Sophie. Sophie is seriously funny. I could so easily relate to her. Her inner dialogues were not kept on the inside, she always spoke her mind. Which resulted in some crazy situations.

At first Scottie has no clue what to do with the loco woman beside him on the plane. Though she grows on him pretty fast. After bonding during a traumatic flight, Scottie realises he needs Sophie.

Whats starts off as a wacky arrangement, slowly builds up the tension between these two lovebirds. Dare I even say that Scottie grows softer? Shocking, our king of ice actually has a heart.

Managed was such a blast to read. This laugh out loud funny, romantic tale of how the stone cold, scary manager fell for the wickedly funny girl of the west will leave you extremely entertained.

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In all this time, I had yet to see Gabriel without a shirt. He hides his body like a pious Victorian, never letting me see anything other than him fully dressed and polished. Now I know why. Had he let me get a glimpse, I might never have been able to form a coherent thought around him.

This man’s chest is a work of art. It’s every fantasy I’ve had about a man’s body made real. I don’t even know how that’s possible, but I’m not about to complain. God, he looks touchable. Olive skin, tight little brownish nipples, a smattering of dark chest hair over the most incredibly honed—

“You’re staring.” His tone is dry.

“Yes, I am.” I drag my eyes up and find his expression bemused.

A thick brow lifts. I try to mimic the look and fail when both of my brows lift as one. His lips twitch in amusement.

He shifts his weight, causing his abs to clench. Good Lord. He’s not some overdeveloped gym worshiper, just solid and strong, that perfect balance between defined musculature and healthy male—

“You’re still staring, Sophie.”

“You think it’s easy looking away from all this splendor?” I ask his belly button, licking my lips when he huffs out a laugh and just a little bit more of his lower abs are revealed, slanting toward the thick bulge of his cock, which is lamentably hidden behind his slacks.

“You’re impossible,” he mutters, though there is humor in his voice. He strolls farther into the room and then practically kills me when he sits in one of the low-slung armchairs. That body, sprawled out on display, those thick, long thighs braced as if to take me in his lap—it’s too much.

I want to straddle him and lick my way from the hollow of his throat to the tip of his cock.

He eyes me as if he knows what I’m thinking, and the air thickens. So many things we left unsaid. I’m remembering his lips now, surprisingly soft, but strong with purpose.

From the way his lids lower, I wonder if he’s remembering things as well. But he doesn’t move. Tension glides over his body and snakes around the room. I feel it in my throat and down my spine. We’re closing up again, retreating.

Slowly, I toe off my shoes and set my gear down, never breaking eye contact. “I was being completely honest,” I tell him. “I see you like this and I want to stare forever.”

He snorts, shaking his head even as he rests his temple on his knuckles. “What do you mean ‘like this’?”


He tenses. It does lovely things to that chest. I focus on his face, mainly to maintain some semblance of decorum.

“You think this is me undone?” he asks quietly.

“It’s a start.” I reach for my camera bag. “Will you let me photograph you?”

There is safety to be found with the camera between us. A way for both of us to hide until we’re comfortable around each other again.

“You’re serious?”

“You sound surprised.” Holding my camera, I sit in the sofa opposite him. “Don’t tell me no one has asked to take your picture before.”

“They’ve asked. I never saw the point.” He shrugs. “I’m not the story.”

You’re my story. You always were. 

“This is just for me,” I say instead. “No one else.”

His shrewd gaze pins me. “Why do you want this?”

So I can have a bit of you forever. “Pictures capture moments in time. I want this one—when you finally let me see a sliver of the man behind the clothes.”

His nostrils flare on an indrawn breath, and he slowly lets it out. When he speaks, his voice is a rasp. “Take the pictures.”

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Nicholas Arthur Frederick Edward Pembrook, Crowned Prince of Wessco, aka His Royal Hotness, is wickedly charming, devastatingly handsome, and unabashedly arrogant; hard not to be when people are constantly bowing down to you.

Then, one snowy night in Manhattan, the prince meets a dark haired beauty who doesn’t bow down. Instead, she throws a pie in his face.

Nicholas wants to find out if she tastes as good as her pie, and this heir apparent is used to getting what he wants.

Dating a prince isn’t what waitress Olivia Hammond ever imagined it would be.

There’s a disapproving queen, a wildly inappropriate spare heir, relentless paparazzi, and brutal public scrutiny. While they’ve traded in horse drawn carriages for Rolls Royces, and haven’t chopped anyone’s head off lately, the royals are far from accepting of this commoner.

But to Olivia, Nicholas is worth it.

Nicholas grew up with the whole world watching, and now Marriage Watch is in full force. In the end, Nicholas has to decide who he is and, more importantly, who he wants to be: a King… or the man who gets to love Olivia forever.

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What a naughty prince. While Nicholas has always done what was asked of him, behind bedroom doors this prince was not so prim and proper. Though now that the queen has ordered him to marry, things seem even more out of control. There is only so much a man can give into before he loses himself.

Meet Olivia, a Brooklyn native, down on her luck, regular lady. Quite the opposite of all that Nicholas is used to, and such a breath of fresh air he just needs. Talk about a whirlwind romance. Though I have to admit, these two are so nauseatingly cute together. Not the mention those bedroom scenes, holy royal hotness!

Royally Screwed is a modern-day fairytale! A story for every woman who has ever wondered what it would be like to fall in love with a prince.

I’m very looking forward to Royally Matched. Henry is quite the troublemaker, and I can bet it’s going to an entertaining read.

3.5 stars

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