Friday, December 13, 2019

REKEASE REVIEW: Waking Up Married by Lisa Suzanne




Title: Waking Up Married
Author: Lisa Suzanne
Genre: Rock Star Romantic Comedy
Release Date: December 13, 2019



Blurb

I’ve never seen Emily Clarke as anything more than my little sister’s best friend.

One drunken mistake later, she’s my wife.

My first thought is how to get out of this, except our wedding video has gone viral and record sales are skyrocketing. My manager thinks following the newlyweds on the second season of my band’s reality show will keep up the momentum.

I just have to get Emily to agree to faking this marriage for six months, and then we can quietly divorce.

Right?

Wrong.

Nothing is quite that simple when feelings blur the line between a contract and reality.

I ended up with more than just a hangover when I found myself waking up married.



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REVIEW:
Adam is quite the one for romance, “I’m not going to let the first time you’ll remember with me happen in this tiny bunk,” The man is quite honest, “Jesus, you make me horny,” he mutters with a bit of astonishment." I liked this book, I loved Adam.




Author Bio


Lisa Suzanne is a romance author who resides in Arizona with her husband and two kids. She’s a former high school English teacher and college composition instructor. When she's not chasing her toddler or cuddling her newborn, she can be found working on her latest book or watching reruns of Friends.


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Thursday, December 12, 2019

Bad For Me by Shanora Williams

 
BAD FOR ME by Shanora Williams Release Date: December 12th Genre: MC Romance
 
   
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Blurb: There’s a myth that floats around in my city. 
They say the president of the local biker gang is ruthless, heartless, and that once you cross him, you’ll spend the rest of your life looking over your shoulder.
There are whispers that he was once lost in a forest, and when he was found, he was surrounded by a pack of wolves that were protecting him. 
Many will tell you he’d never let his guard down for a woman, and that if he ever did, it would be bad for her.
The one thing this city doesn’t know about me is that I’m not your average woman. I’m a fighter, and when someone messes with my family, I will fight, and when my freedom is stolen, I will do whatever it takes to get it back.
When I’m done with him, the rumors will come to an end because I’ll be the woman who tamed this infamous biker president.
I’ll be the woman who, in the end, was bad for him.
   
Excerpt: I shove my fears aside and take another step forward until I’m standing right between his long legs. He raises his chin.
Fuck it. If he kills me for this, then I guess I’m just a dead woman, but at least I’ll know I didn’t go down without trying. 
I grip his shoulders and climb on top of his lap, completely naked. Pressing my breasts to his chest, I let my fingers run past his silky, wavy hair to curl a hand around the nape of his neck. 
His serious expression doesn’t change. I can’t tell if he’s enjoying this or hating it. I wonder if he can feel my heart beating—feel how terrified and thrilled I am to be doing this. God, what is wrong with me? 
I press on his neck with my hand, straddling his lap as I study his full lips. If I’m going to do this, I can’t hold back anymore. I need to prove to him that I’m worthy of being claimed.
So, I lower my face and kiss him. He stiffens in the chair, finally reacting, but I don’t ease up. I use my other hand to caress his shoulders and his upper back, all while kissing him with so much fervor and passion that it nearly cuts me in two. In two, because a part of me hates everything about this, while another part of me—one that I am absolutely disgusted with—is enjoying the hell out of it.
My tongue plunges through his full lips. His mouth tastes like fruit and I sigh devouring the crisp taste. Apple. It’s apple. Without thinking, I grab one of his hands and bring it up, forcing him to palm my ass. A deep groan fills his throat and he clutches me tight. 
No hesitation.
I fight a smile.
“There he is,” I purr. This is the side of him I’ve been looking for. The primal, hungry side of him that can’t resist the perfect seduction.
I break the kiss, refusing to give him too much affection. Right now, this is about our bodies and how much he’ll need mine by the time this is over. 
I climb off his lap and watch his fiery eyes as I lower down to my knees. Perched between his thighs, I drag my palms over the tops of them, and then run a palm over his bulging erection. 
He’s so hard. Good. That means I’m winning.


REVIEW:
Well isn't Wolf a particular man, “slowly,” he replies. “If you’re going to eff me, I want you to take your time doing it.” Wolf could be real cute, “eff a car,” he says, then cracks a lazy smile. “This is the best I could do. I hate cars,” he mutters." I liked this book, I really liked Wolf.


   
About the Author: Shanora Williams is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author who loves writing about flawed heroes and resilient heroines. She is a believer that love outweighs all, but doesn't have a problem making her characters fight for their happily ever after.She currently lives in Charlotte, North Carolina and is the mother of two amazing boys, has a fiercely devoted and supportive husband, and is a sister to eleven.When she isn't writing, she's spending time with her family, binge reading, or running marathons on Netflix while scarfing down chocolate chip cookies.




Wednesday, December 11, 2019

Best Man by Katy Evans

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Best Man by Katy Evans
Release Date: December 10, 2019
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Best Man, a brand new contemporary romance from New York Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today bestselling author, Katy Evans.
When the wedding of your dreams is just around the corner, everything needs to go as planned. Only problem is, the groom didn’t get the memo.
Aaron forgot the rings, and Lia is determined to make the long drive home to get them in time for their “I do’s.”
But there’s a catch. There always is with Aaron, isn’t there?
Aaron is too hungover to come, and sends a replacement.
The best man.
Miles Foster. The cocky, arrogant, sexy best man…and the last person Lia wants to be trapped in a car with for hours.
But Aaron insists, and Lia wonders if there’s another reason Aaron wants Miles tagging along--aside from sticking her with a hot, surly babysitter.
Yet how bad can it be? It’ll be over before she knows it, and she’ll never see him again. Just like in college.
But when secrets are revealed, and Lia's whole world is turned upside down, she realizes she's been living a lie--and so has her groom.
Miles is supposed to be the best man at her wedding.
But what if he is simply the best man she has ever known? The best man for her?
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REVIEW:


Miles is such a smart***, “yeah. We wait. This is a public rest stop. Someone’ll be around eventually.” For me this was a quick read, wasn't in love with it, but I also didn't hate it. I liked Miles, and I wish Lia had more backbone, she kinda came off as a pushover

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Excerpt:
The dress is a strapless Carolina Herrera, with layers and layers of whisper-thin organza. It blows my budget and the “less is more” mantra out of the water, but like Eva said the day we bought it in downtown Denver, when you know, you know. The locale is the sumptuous Midnight Lodge, nestled in Colorado’s Rocky Mountains, every tiny detail of the place costing my father more than an entire year of his salary. The twenty-three members of the bridal party are assembled. It’s the scene of every little girl’s fairytale fantasy. My fantasy. At least, the one I’d been harboring up until today, when everything changed. Eva smiles at me. “Ready to make your dreams come true?” I stare at myself in the mirror. I look like Cinderella, if the wicked stepmother had just materialized at the castle on Cinderella’s wedding day and gunned down Prince Charming in cold blood. I’m also about three minutes away from losing the mimosa I’d polished off earlier that morning at breakneck speed. I go to chew on my nails but then I remember Eva painted them, and the last thing I want is for him to see the chips. He notices things like that. He’s an observer. And I want to be perfect for him. Him. The wrong him. Oh, god. I go to chew on my lip, but I can’t do that because they’ve been lacquered with bubble-gum pink gloss, and he’d probably notice if I got it on my teeth, too. All my normal ways of freaking out are off limits. This is the day of my dreams, the day I’ve planned to the letter, just so I could avoid any potential calamities that might make me freak out. But I am freaking out. Oh, lordy, am I ever. I’ve been waiting my whole life for this day. This perfect day, where the sun is shining, the snow is melting, birds are singing, and the sky is the deepest blue I’ve ever seen. But there’s a problem. A problem in the form of a pretentious, bearded, six-foot-three wall of hot man flesh who stalks around hating the world and thinking he’s better than everyone in it. My fiancĂ©’s best friend. The best man, Miles Foster. This is all his fault. “You okay?” Eva asks. “I am,” I insist, pushing the infernal veil out of my face for the thousandth time. “This dress is itchy as hell.” I stand and pluck the dress up under my armpits, hoisting it over my boobs. I try to take a step but…too much fabric, in all directions. It’s a wonder I don’t drown in this sea. In this sea, or in this mess I’ve created for myself. I sit back down on the vanity stool and pout. “I’m stuck.” In more ways than one. She gathers handfuls of too much organza and helps me up, depositing the pile of fabric safely in my wake. I shuffle to the full-length mirror and glance at myself. I don’t look like a bride, or even a fairytale princess. I look like a prisoner who just got her death sentence. “It’s too loose,” I whine. I never had much of a rack, and now it’s super obvious. Why did I decide to go strapless again? “I think I must’ve lost some boobage during my diet. What if the top of my dress falls down while I’m walking up the aisle?” Eva smirks. “I’m sure Aaron’ll love the show.” The thought makes the mimosa turn in my stomach. I used to live for what Aaron thought. Whenever I had a choice to make on something, be it a new movie coming out, or a sweater at the mall, or a new hair style, I’d think, Would Aaron like this? But I realize, as she says his name, that it doesn’t matter to me in the slightest what Aaron thinks. The only opinion I care about now is that of the man who will be standing precisely two feet to my husband-to-be’s left. I am such an idiot. In less than fifteen minutes, I will be marching down the stone steps outside the Midnight Lodge to a picturesque gazebo at the foot of the hills, on the arm of my father, who has socked his entire life’s savings into making this day picture perfect for his only daughter. I will take the hand of the man I’ve been attached at the hip to for over five years, ever since I met him in a dank frat cellar when I was a wide-eyed little college freshman. I will join with this man—this man I’ve spent all of my adult life with—in holy matrimony, ’til death us do part. I will become Mrs. Aaron Eberhart. But I know I’ll be looking past my husband-to-be to the man who, up until twelve hours ago, I’d thought I hated. Miles Foster. And I will be wondering What if… I wish choosing a husband was as simple as choosing a dress. When you know, you know. I did know, or I thought I did. Up until twelve hours ago, I thought Aaron Eberhart was my true soul mate, the one I’d happily spend the rest of my life with. That’s when things took an unexpected turn. Right now? I don’t even know my own name. And I have a feeling I might be making a huge mistake.
About Katy:
Katy Evans is a New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal bestselling author. Her debut REAL shot to the top of the bestselling lists in 2013 and since then 9 of her titles have been New York Times bestsellers. Her books have been translated into nearly a dozen languages across the world.
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Email: katyevansauthor@gmail.com
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Tuesday, December 10, 2019

Instacrush by Kate Meader



Theo can put things on pause when needed, “we’re heading to the airport now, so I’ll take a raincheck on the phone ***. See you tomorrow?” Even though it's not out loud, the man knows when he's wrong, "she was right. He was overthinking this, trying to be respectful when the most respectful thing he could do was honor her wish to be banged in a bar. Ladies’ choice." I liked this book, I loved Theo the man was just so attentive to his woman.

Seducing Mrs. Robinson by Rachel Van Dyken




Leo and his innuendos, "Leo leaned over and whispered. “I’ll eat your apple pie any day… Professor Robinson.” The boy tends to exaggerate things, “sleeping or watching us naked because he finally has friends who look like him?” I wondered out loud. “Shoo, Stuart, shoo!” I liked this book, I loved the banter between the guys and I loved Leo.

House of Scarlett by Meghan March





About House of Scarlett:

New York Times bestselling author Meghan March continues the Legend Trilogy.

Gabriel Legend is unlike any other man I’ve ever met.
He came into my life like a hurricane, shattering all my assumptions and preconceived notions.
I wasn’t prepared for him. I wasn’t prepared for any of it.
But life doesn’t wait until you’re ready.
Whatever happens next, I know one thing for certain.
I will never be the same Scarlett I was before I met him.
House of Scarlett is the second book in the Legend Trilogy and should be read after The Fall of Legend, book one.
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The man is quite caring, “you feeling okay? You want to sit down? I saw you have a shit ton of different kinds of tea. I can make you a cup, but you’re going to have to tell me which kind , because I got stuck between Lemon Berry Vanilla Swirl and Fall Pumpkin Chai Spice. And just for the record, I have a ***k, so I don’t know what either of those things taste like.” I liked this installment and I can't wait to see where Gabe and Scarlett's story goes.
About the author:
Making the jump from corporate lawyer to romance author was a leap of faith that New York Times, #1 Wall Street Journal, and USA Today bestselling author Meghan March will never regret. With over thirty titles published, she has sold millions of books in nearly a dozen languages to fellow romance-lovers around the world. A nomad at heart, she can currently be found in the woods of the Pacific Northwest, living her happily ever after with her real-life alpha hero.
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Sunday, December 8, 2019

Home for Christmas by Micalea Smeltzer



Hayes's ways of affection are a tad bit unconventional, “hi, gorgeous.” He dug his fingers into my red locks. Then, because it was Hayes, he licked my nose." Remy's granny is quite a handsy one, " *** pinches for Mathias and cheek pinches for Liam." Ezra tends to always have a smartypants answer, "he chuckled, ducking his head under the spray. “We’re saving water— therefore saving the Earth. It’s logical and practical.” I loved seeing these characters agqin and seeing how they spend their holidays.