Blog Tour : Tattered (Lark Cove #1) by Devney Perry

Thea Landry has always known her place in modern-day society. It’s somewhere just above the trash can her mother dumped her in as a newborn but below the class where much comes easy. With her tattered shoes and bargain-bin clothes, her life has never been full of glamour.

So when a rich and charismatic man takes interest, she doesn’t fool herself into thinking their encounter is anything more than a one-night stand. Months later, she’s kicking herself for not getting his phone number. Or his last name. She’s given up hope of seeing him ever again.

Until one day, years later, Logan Kendrick waltzes into her life once more and turns everything she’s built upside down. This time around, she won’t make the same mistake. She’s going to fight to keep him in her life—not for herself.

But for their daughter.

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My Review

Rating : 5 out of 5 Stars ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

This book is a journey of true love, hope and acceptance, a special and beautiful story that is very well written, atmospheric at times and quite engrossing, with strong characters, memorable plot and excellent pacing.

Devney Perry has created wonderful, genuine characters in her protagonists. Thea and Logan were two strangers with incredible chemistry. Their relationship was short but intense and they walked away from each other without knowing that their one-night stand would result in an unexpected pregnancy.

They are reunited after six years. But when these two meet up again the flames they thought had died are nowhere near extinguished. Their daughter Charlie is the real catalyst to their reunion.

Thea made something from nothing, and showed that determination delivered results. She had the courage to build the life she wanted in Montana. She raised their daughter on her own, helped by her long-time friends Hazel and Jackson who are the closest thing she has to a family.

Logan was strength personified and honor seeped from him! He is genuine and cares deeply for Charlie and Thea. I loved that Logan was not the type of person to shirk his responsibilities. He is used to being in control, but he is insecure and desperately wants his daughter to like him. This resulted in some incredibly moving, delightful scenes with heartwarming touches of humor.

The side characters were brilliant. There were threads left open so I’m glad this is the first in a series and we’ll be back in Lark Cove.

“Tattered” is one powerful, absorbing and touching story that bursts with heart, and it is definitely one of the best books I’ve read this year!

Many thanks to the author and Inkslinger PR for my copy of this great book!

He stared at me for a long moment. “You’re sure she’s mine?”

“She’s yours.”

“Then that’s good enough.”

“I—really?” I blinked. He didn’t want to verify paternity? He just . . . trusted me?

He nodded. “Really.”

“I swear, I tried to find you, Logan. On my life, I swear it. But the hotel wouldn’t give me your name no matter how much I begged. And you paid cash for your drinks and never mentioned your last name. I tried, but I just . . . didn’t know where to start.”

“It’s not your fault. I believe you.”

The sincerity in his voice made my throat burn. Goddamn it. I was going to cry.

I’d worked so hard not to cry today. I’d fought to keep my emotions in check and my head from spinning out of control. But this was going to make me break.

I wanted so badly for Logan to believe that I hadn’t kept Charlie from him intentionally. The fact that a man like him would trust someone like me without proof meant more than he’d ever know.

“Thank you,” I choked out past the lump in my throat.

“So, um, is Charlie inside with your husband? Or boyfriend?”

The urge to cry disappeared and I barked out a laugh. “Smooth.”

He chuckled. “It’s been a long day for me. Give me a break, will you? This morning I was in New York, then I came to Montana for a business meeting and discovered a daughter. I’m off my game.”

Devney is the USA Today bestselling author of the Jamison Valley series. She lives in Montana with her husband and two children. After working in the technology industry for nearly a decade, she abandoned conference calls and project schedules to enjoy a slower pace at home with her kids. She loves reading and, after consuming hundreds of books, decided to share her own stories. Devney loves hearing from readers! Connect with her on social media.

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Blog Tour : Mogul by Katy Evans

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Mogul by Katy Evans
Publication Date: May 31, 2018
Genre: Contemporary Romance

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A brand new contemporary romance from New York Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today bestselling author Katy Evans is AVAILABLE NOW!

He’s my most delicious secret.

The hot Suit I had a one-night stand with one evening.

I didn’t know anything about him, not even his name.

Only that we shared a taxi, and he was staying at the hotel where I worked.

We met in room 301. Where he commanded not only my body but my soul.

The next day he was gone and I only had a memory of him.

I could still taste his kisses, feel his demanding touch.

I searched for him for months. Daydreaming about him. Wondering if I’d ever find him.

Until the day I find myself staring face to face with his jeweled black eyes again.

He says lets keep it casual, and my heart knows that falling for this workaholic in a three-thousand-dollar suit is off the table.

Because he has a secret. One that’s a deal breaker for me.

My Suit has a name.

Ian Ford.

And this is our story.

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My Review

 Rating : 5 out of 5 Stars

I adored this story of love conquering all! I really enjoy Katy Evans’s writing style and the way it allows me to feel involved in the story and the romance. This book was captivating, engaging and romantic, I just could not put it down. The way this story is written, so full of depth and raw emotions, is what makes it so absorbing and believable. This sexy story is very much character driven, and the author takes the time to build her characters and their relationship. I really felt like I’d got to know them and their happy ending felt completely believable. I loved watching them find solace in each other.

Sara is everything I love in a strong female protagonist. She has a vulnerable and innocent quality in her, yet her strength and her hope to one day fulfill her dreams is what makes her so endearing.

Ian Ford…. This sinfully delicious hero made my heart melt into a puddle of goo! He is charming, thoughtful, caring and utterly swoon worthy. And yet he can be jaded, elusive and even brutally honest at times. Ian is bitter over his failed marriage and impending divorce. It is far from settled and his ex’ s blackmail has taken a toll on him.

Neither expected each other to mean to them what they did but they both acknowledge that their mutual feelings are anything but casual. It was absolutely beautiful to watch them fall for each other. The romance between Sara and Ian was perfectly portrayed. Their relationship grew in a realistic manner. I especially enjoyed watching Sara step into the light, with Ian’s full support.

Of course, the ending is a foregone conclusion, but it’s still magic every time. This one is definitely a book I finished with a sigh, a smile … and a huge book hangover. Although this is a standalone book, it’s part of a series and in being so we also get the chance to revisit some parts of Tycoon’s Bryn and Aaric’s story, as both stories run simultaneously.

Many thanks to the author and Social Butterfly PR for my copy of this book!

Excerpt:

My eyes lock on a third figure sitting with them. As I near, the man glances my way before quickly shifting his gaze. I continue to stare at him as I approach, and it doesn’t take long for his gaze to return to me. His large figure rises to full height as he stands to greet me, and I feel a bolt of electricity hit me in the chest as familiar eyes stare back at me.

He’s tall. Dark-haired. Gorgeous. With deep, thick-lashed eyes you want to sink into. And lips to suck on like they’re all that exists between you and heaven. I stop walking, stop breathing, because . . . he is here.

A moment passes and Bryn seems to notice my shock.

But shock doesn’t come close to it.

Because never in my whole life has my heart leapt so far and fast. It feels as if it’s ripping out of my chest. I can barely force my legs to move for fear of hearing my knees knock together. I struggle for air, but it feels like someone cut off my windpipe connecting my nose and lungs.

He wears a white dress shirt and black slacks, and his face is chiseled and brooding. The real shock lies in the intensity brewing in his dark eyes as they stay locked on mine. My heart speeds up as I hold his gaze. The city bustles around us. Making eye contact is not something I do often, living in a city of millions, but I can’t take my eyes off him.

The memory of having him inside me returns with a vengeance.

Bryn begins to introduce us. “Um. Ian, this is—”

“Sara. We’ve met,” Hot and Dirty Workaholic interrupts with a stiff smile.

Our eyes meet, and for a moment it feels like nothing else exists.

His name is Ian.

Fucking Ian, with his serious, handsome face and shiny, black hair. He’s as lit as I remember. Straight out of a Suits episode, and I am dying.

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About the Author:

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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Blog Tour : I Flipping Love You (Shacking Up #3) by Helena Hunting

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SHE’S GOT CURB APPEAL. HE’S A FIXER UPPER…

From New York Times bestselling author Helena Hunting comes I Flipping Love You, a love story about flipping houses, taking risks, and landing that special someone who’s move-in ready.

Rian Sutter grew up with the finer things in life. Spending summers in the Hamptons was a normal occurrence for her until her parents lost everything years ago. Now Rian and her sister are getting their life, and finances, back on track through real estate. Not only do they buy and sell houses to the rich and famous but they finally have the capital to flip their very own beachfront property. But when she catches the attention of a sexy stranger who snaps up every house from under her, all bets are off…

Pierce Whitfield doesn’t normally demo kitchens, install dry wall, or tear apart a beautiful woman’s dreams. He’s just a down-on-his-luck lawyer who needed a break from the city and agreed to help his brother work on a few homes in the Hamptons. When he first meets Rian, the attraction is undeniable. But when they start competing for the same pieces of prime real estate, the early sparks turn into full-blown fireworks. Can these passionate rivals turn up the heat on their budding romance—without burning down the house?

“Fun, sexy, and full of heart…Helena Hunting has done it again!”—USA Today bestselling author Melanie Harlow (on Shacking Up)

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My Review

 

Rating : 5 out of 5 Stars

Absolutely fantastic read! This book is a little gem of a romance novel with the delightful Helena Hunting factor, her special brand of irresistible humor and her endearing characters. The plot was pretty amazing, with witty dialogue, laugh-out-loud funny scenes and a few lines of suspense twisted into a beautiful romance.

The twin sisters Rian and Marley are real estate agents in the Hamptons. The sisters are shrewd and always on the lookout for new profit-making opportunities. They intend to move in the direction of the flipping business, their ultimate goal is to buy back their family mansion. They work hard for everything they have. They have had a privileged upbringing, but were orphaned at 18. Their parents left them with a mountain of debts and a family name tainted by financial scandal. They are a great team and I enjoyed their sisterly bantering.

Pierce is Amalie’s older brother. He is a partner at a New York law firm because that’s what his family expected of him. And yet, hands-on has always been his area of expertise. He enjoys the renovation side of the summer real estate business he shares with his brother in the Hamptons.

The relationship between Rian and Pierce is brilliantly done, the sexual chemistry just sizzles between them right from the start, and the author does a superb job of making us see beneath the surface of each of her characters. Their verbal sparring is downright hilarious, the interactions between them are a joy to read. Rian is outspoken, smart and a little wounded, she is terrified of getting emotionally involved. Pierce is relaxed, easygoing, confident and comforting. Watching them come together as a couple was sweet and romantic.

I loved not just the slow burn romance between Rian and Pierce but also the characters’ strong family ties : Rian and her twin sister, Marley,  Pierce and his siblings, Lawson and Amalie.

It is a good thing when you leave a book smiling and feeling happy, and Helena Hunting has certainly hit the nail on the head with that sentiment in this story.  Highly recommended!

Many thanks to the publisher for my copy of this book!

Excerpt

CHAPTER 1

ANGRY HOT GUY

RIAN

I flip through my stack of flyers, checking for a sale on the jumbo box of Cinnamon Toast Crunch cereal so I can price match it. I’m a conscientious price matcher. I mark the sale with a big circle before tucking the red Sharpie into the front of my shirt. If I’m going to wheel and deal at the cash register, I want to make it as easy as possible for the cashier and the people in line behind me. Nothing is worse than getting stuck behind an unorganized price matcher.

I shimmy a little to the song playing over the store intercom as I toss boxes of my most favorite, unhealthy cereal in my cart. A prickly feeling climbs the back of my neck, and I shiver, glancing over my shoulder. A mom rushes past me down the aisle, her toddler leaning precariously out of the cart in an attempt to grab a box of Fruit Roll-Ups. I can’t blame him. They are artificially delicious.

But the mom-toddler combo isn’t the reason for the prickly feeling. Halfway down the aisle is a suit. A big suit. Well over six feet of man wrapped in expensive charcoal-gray fabric. He doesn’t have a cart or a basket. And he’s staring at me. Weird. I can’t look at him long enough to decide if he’s familiar or not without making it obvious that I’m staring back.

I have the urge to check my appearance, worried I have his attention because my hair is a mess, or there’s a sweat stain down the center of my back. I’m not particularly appealing at the moment. I’ve just come from a boot camp class at this new gym my twin sister forced me to try out.

Marley bought an online two-for-one coupon for forty bucks, so now I have to attend six of these stupid classes with her. I managed to get out of last week’s class, but she wouldn’t let me escape two weeks in a row. My tank is still dewy, post-exertion, I have terrible under-boob sweat, and my thong is all wonky. If I were alone in this aisle, I’d for sure fix the last issue, but suit guy is here so I must leave the thong where it is for now, wedged uncomfortably between my vagina lips.

The suit quickly shifts his attention to the shelves and picks up the jar directly in front of him, which happens to contain prunes. He inspects it, then maybe realizes what it is, because he rushes to return it, exchanging it for another item. I bite back a smile, pleased that even in my disgusting state I’m being checked out.

As suit man gives the shelf in front of him his full attention, I return the checkout favor. His attire and his posture scream money and a twinge of something like longing combined with jealousy makes my throat momentarily tight. At one time, price matching was a practice I would’ve laughed at—like an entitled jerk—now it’s a necessity.

Suit man must be warm, considering it’s late April and we’re experiencing temperatures far above average for this time of year. Based on the tapered fit of his suit, I’m guessing it’s a high-end brand. He’s complemented it with black patent leather shoes. Very impractical for this weather and location. Does he realize he’s in the Hamptons?

He’s wearing a watch, and from his profile, he can’t be much beyond his early thirties. I have to assume the only reason for the watch is because it’s expensive and he wants to show it off. In my head, I’ve already profiled him as a pretentious, rich prick who probably commutes to NYC a few times a week where he bones his secretary and has a penthouse with the barest of furniture. The rest of the time he works from home.

I return to shopping and continue down the aisle, in the opposite direction of the suit—it’s my way of finding out if he’s actually creeping on me or not. I keep tabs on him in my peripheral vision as I scope out more sales and more delicious, unhealthy food items. My job is to balance out all the fruit and vegetables my sister, Marley, is currently picking out in the produce section.

I grab a jar of the no-name peanut butter since we’re out and the good stuff isn’t on sale, dropping it in the cart. My phone keeps buzzing in my purse. It’s distracting, so I give up ignoring it and check my messages.

It’s my sister.

We’re in the same store. It’s not particularly huge, so I don’t know what could be so pressing that she needs to text four thousand times instead of finding me.

ABORT SHOPPING

LEAVE NOW

Meet me in parking lot

RIAN??????

Jeez. What the heck is going on? Maybe the grocery store is being robbed. Holy Hot Pockets. What if there is a grocery store heist going down? I’m about to abandon my cart in a bid to find Marley and escape the mayhem I’ve created in my head. It’s all very dramatic. As I turn, I come face-to-face with the suit.

I suck in a breath and slap my hand over my chest. The tank is still damp, and my skin’s a little gritty with salt-sweat, so I drop it quickly, because ew.

“Hi.” His expression is hard to read. He seems … smug.

“Hi, hey. Uh…” I wave a hand around in the air, a little flustered, and conflicted, because it’s not often I get approached by a guy this hot—and in a grocery store of all places. Maybe he’ll be here again next week. “I’m sorry, I’d like to stare at your pretty face, I mean…” Crap, why are words so hard? “I have to go.”

I try to step around him, but he mirrors the movement, taking a linebacker stance, as if he’s considering tackling me. Which is an odd way to stage an introduction.

“Recognize me?” he asks, one perfect eyebrow arched.

As I take him in, I wrack my brain for a time or place I might’ve run into him before. I don’t think so, though. His light brown hair is neatly styled, and the cut of his suit highlights all of his assets. Well, the visible PG ones, anyway.

He widens his stance and crosses his arms over his chest. His very broad chest. The sleeves of his suit jacket pull tight, biceps bulging and flexing. He’s a bit intimidating based on his size alone, but we’re in a public grocery store, so I feel relatively safe. And he’s just so gorgeous. Which is a silly reason not to be concerned, some of the most notorious serial killers are attractive men. Also, I need to find my sister, in case the grocery store is really under attack—although maybe this suit could save us.

I adopt his crossed arm pose, but I don’t think I look intimidating. All I succeed in doing is awkwardly squeezing my boobs together inside my damp sports bra and jabbing the right one with the Sharpie. “Should I?”

He looks me over, a slight smirk tipping his mouth. His gaze gets stuck on the Sharpie for a few seconds before they come back up to my eyes.

It’s possible I met him in a bar, but I swear I’d remember his face if I did. The bar scene is also more my sister’s speed than it is mine. Oh God. It’s also possible he’s mistaking me for her. It’s happened before.

While we look nearly identical at first to most people, we’re actually fraternal twins. After a few interactions, most people can tell us apart. I have a distinctive Marilyn Monroe mole on the right side above my lip, and my eyes are amber, where Marley’s are closer to green. My mouth is too big for my face, my lips a little too full and my nose too small. At least that’s my perception. Marley’s also the more outgoing of the two of us and an inch taller. And about ten pounds lighter.

Marley is a little less cautious than I am with men, so there have been a few uncomfortable occasions where her previous hookups have approached me, asking why I haven’t returned their calls. It’s too bad if this is the case, because this guy is inordinately attractive and it would be nice if he wasn’t one of my sister’s castoffs.

His face is a masterpiece of masculine perfection; straight nose, high cheekbones, an angular jawline that could cut glass, full lips. Especially the bottom one. The kind of full that makes me think of kissing, with tongue, of course. He’s all-American handsome with a shot of alpha hotness. It’s a lethal combination for the state of my already damp panties.

“I recognize you.” He has a low, rough voice, like the delicious scrape of fine grit sandpaper.

He breaks me out of my ogle daze. He must think I’m Marley. I’m actually rather disappointed. “I think maybe you’ve mistaken me for someone else.”

“Oh no, sweetheart.” His gaze rakes over me again. I feel very naked all of a sudden. And hot. It’s really hot in here. “You drive a powder-blue Buick.”

“How the heck—”

“I knew it!” he shouts, eyes alight with some kind of weird, victorious satisfaction as he points a long finger with a blue-black nail at me. Maybe he slammed it in a door or something. Or based on the way he’s rudely pointing, maybe someone slammed it for him. “I fucking knew it! You hit my car.”

I definitely would’ve remembered hitting someone’s car, especially if a guy this good looking was driving it. He should probably come with a warning, like: Panties may combust if you get too close, or something. I take a step back since he’s all up in my grill and clearly he’s not looking to flirt like I originally thought. “I have absolutely no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Don’t play dumb with me! You think you can flip your ponytail”—he reaches out and flicks the end, which is rather startling—“flash a smile and some cleavage, and it’s going to get you out of this. Well, think again, sweetheart. I guarantee my paint is still all over your bumper.” He’s leaning over me, face way too close to mine. So close I can see tiny gold flecks in his deep green eyes. They’re an unusual shade. Dark like pine tree needles.

And he’s chewing gum. Juicy Fruit. I can smell it when he breathes in my face. I would’ve expected a man like him to chew something more along the lines of Polar Ice, or Arctic Ice—strong mint.

I put a hand on his chest and take one deliberate step backward as he opens his mouth to resume his tangent. It’s a solid chest. Extremely hard. His gaze darts down, brows furrowed. I use his distracted state to my advantage. “First of all…” I point my finger in his face, like he did to me. “Don’t ‘sweetheart’ me. That’s condescending. Secondly, I’m sure I would’ve noticed if I’d hit another car. Thirdly, there are literally hundreds of powder-blue Buicks in this stupid city. It’s not an uncommon car. And I’d like to point out, that the cleavage comment was completely unnecessary and unwarranted and actually, pretty damn sexist.”

He blinks a couple of times, possibly taken aback. That expression doesn’t last long. His lip curls in a sneer and that pretty all-American handsomeness morphs into downright malevolent hotness. “Nice try, sweetheart. But there’s no way I’d forget you.” His gaze sweeps over me—it’s not in an unappreciative way either.

I poke his hard chest. “Stop leering at me, you pervert. I don’t know what kind of drugs you’ve been snorting, but I assure you, you’ve got the wrong person.”

“Oh shit!” my sister’s voice comes from behind me.

I turn to find Marley doing an about-face, and then she breaks into a little grapevine step as she moves back toward me. Her eyes are wide, mouth contorted into some kind of grimace as she grabs my wrist.

“What the fuck? There are two of you?” hot-crazy guy asks, eyes bouncing between us.

“We gotta go.” Marley latches onto my hand and drags me down the aisle, away from crazy-hot suit.

“Whoa! Wait a damn second!”

Hot suit makes a grab for me, but Marley yanks me out of the way and shoves my shopping cart at him—hard. He’s not quite quick enough to get out of the way, and the corner of the cart slams right into his crotch. He doubles over with a groan and aggressively pushes the cart aside. It ricochets into a display of canned peaches, which spill into the aisle with a deafening crash.

“What the heck, Mar?”

“Come the fuck on!” She sprints down the aisle, dragging me behind her. I’d protest, but I don’t think I have much choice in the matter, considering the death grip she has on my hand, or the fact that she’s assaulted the sexy-crazy suit with my shopping cart.

Marley fast-walks to the exit, glancing over her shoulder. “Act natural.”

“Will you tell me what’s going on? Who is that guy?”

She flips her hair over her shoulder and smiles as we pass the cashiers and the automatic doors open. Marley fast-walks down the sidewalk toward our car. “I may have tapped that guy’s car last Saturday when I was shopping.”

I stop walking, which brings her to a jarring halt. She yanks on my arm. “Seriously, come on. I’ll explain when we’re in the car.”

“Nope. No way. You explain now.”

Her eyes are bouncing all over the place. “It’s not a big deal. I just grazed his bumper.” Marley spin and tries to push me forward from behind. “Now let’s get out of here before he finds us again. We should probably shop somewhere else for a while.”

I stumble forward a step and then spin away from her. “You hit that guy’s car?”

“It was more of a graze. At least I think it was.” She wrings her hands and makes her oh crap face.

Now crazy-hot suit guy seems a lot less crazy and much more justified in his reaction. Except for the cleavage comment. That was still unnecessary. “It sure didn’t seem like nothing with the way he freaked out in there.”

“He’s probably overreacting. Where are your keys?” She’s still wringing her hands.

I pat my hip with the intention of keeping my purse safe and away from my sister. Except all I end up patting is my actual hip. I look down, running my hands over my stomach, searching for the cheap, faux-leather knockoff. “Oh fudge.”

“What?”

“My purse. It’s in the cart. I have to go back and get it.”

Marley grabs the back of my tank. “You can’t! What if he’s still in there?”

“It has my identification in it, Marley. And my bankcards, and my money, and keys to the car and the apartment. I can’t leave it in there!”

Marley flails and paces around in a circle. “What if he’s waiting for us to come back and get it?”

“You can stay here if you want, but I’m going back for it. I’m not leaving my purse behind because you hit some guy’s car in a parking lot. I can’t believe you just drove away!”

“I thought I tapped it, and then I panicked.” Her fingers are at her mouth now. “I didn’t want to drive up our insurance premiums over some guy and his Tesla.”

“You hit a Tesla?” This keeps getting worse.

“Anyone who has the money to buy a Tesla has the money to fix it, right?” Marley says.

“So you drove off! Jeez, Marley. What were you thinking?” I shake my head. I’d like to say I’m surprised by this, but sadly I’m not. Marley doesn’t always use common sense in day-to-day life.

“I don’t know. I wasn’t thinking. That’s the problem, I guess.”

I’m about to go back into the store, but stop short at the sight of the suit leaning against the side of my car, one ankle crossed over the other, all calm like. Dangling from a single finger is my knockoff, hot-pink Coach purse. “Forget something?”

Copyright © 2018 by Helena Hunting in I Flipping Love You and reprinted with permission from St. Martin’s Paperbacks.

About the Author :

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New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of PUCKED, Helena Hunting lives on the outskirts of Toronto with her incredibly tolerant family and two moderately intolerant cats. She’s writes contemporary romance ranging from new adult angst to romantic sports comedy.

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Release Blitz : The Ruthless Gentleman by Louise Bay

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The Ruthless Gentleman by Louise Bay is LIVE!

This isn’t a holiday romance. No one’s on holiday and Hayden Wolf isn’t romantic.

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My Review

Rating : 5 out of 5 Stars

This book was a fantastic whirlwind,  an exciting and suspenseful read, filled with emotions, some angst and a wonderful romance on a superyacht!

This story had so many dimensions and was so entertaining, that I was up until the wee hours of the morning, unable to put it down. What I loved most was how richly layered and deeply developed each character was, this is what brings a story to life for me.  Not to mention that their chemistry was burning the pages.

Hayden Wolf is a deal maker and a natural born closer, driven and ambitious. His multi-billion dollar company specializes in taking over companies and then selling them off with profit. His business is vulnerable to corporate espionage and he has lost several profitable deals. To regain the support of his investors, he has planned a major deal. To get this deal done, he has come to the conclusion that seclusion is the best way to counter attempts at information theft, hence a working holiday/cruise in the Mediterranean is a good way to disappear for several weeks.

Avery Walker is an experienced stewardess catering to the rich and famous on superyachts. Her job is hard work, but essential to afford her brother’s medical bills. Avery is devoted to her family. She is such an endearing heroine, loyal, kind and generous.

The pull between Avery and Hayden was undeniable, the buildup of their relationship was very well-written. Avery instantly catches Hayden’s attention, he is mesmerized by her sweetness. She brings out his lighter side. Sparks fly when they are in the same room. Their chemistry is strong from the get-go and keeps building throughout the story. The buildup of tension between them was well done. Hayden can’t lose his focus,   Avery can’t  risk her job over a short-lived holiday romance, but the attraction she feels for him becomes too much to fight.

The suspense aspect of the novel was quite good and I loved that the focus of the story was on Hayden and Avery’s relationship.

This one was definitely a winner for me. Avery and Hayden’s romance was beautifully told, it was  heartwarming, filled with angst and love. I highly recommend it!

ARC generously provided by the author.

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Blog Tour : His Pawn by Emily Snow

His Pawn by Emily Snow is LIVE!!

Release Date: May 3rd

Genre: Contemporary Romance

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My Review

 

Rating : 5 out of 5 Stars

His Pawn was a divine surprise! Emily Snow has woven one hot romance plot that is filled with bitter revenge, steam, and an unexpected love affair that kept me thoroughly entertained!

Eleanor, “Elle”, Courtney is nothing more than a pawn in Senator Graham Delaney ‘s revenge game. He’s so dead set on making Elle’s father pay for what he did, that he doesn’t care who he takes out in the process. And the best way to take down his enemy is to use his daughter as bait. But Elle is different from the person he thought she would be. She is not entitled and she is genuinely nice. And as these two are entangled in a web of deceit, they soon find themselves fighting a strong sexual attraction.

In spite of his very public image, Graham is a mystery. He is cocky, ruthless and manipulative. Not to mention that he is playing a very dirty game of seduction. And yet this character is so endearing, he is tender, protective and caring. Despite his best laid plans, he is slowly losing control of his chess game of revenge. I loved seeing him come undone!

Elle is a fighter, she is strong and determined, I loved her. She has principles and she won’t compromise on what she believes is right, or to seek her father’s approbation.

This book has lots of great drama and tension, and some very sweet moments as well. Romance and sexiness abounds, and when these two finally reach their happy ending, it’s irresistibly tender and totally made me swoon!

The cast of secondary characters was fantastic, the Delaney brothers are an intriguing bunch! I hope they will get their story too. This book is definitely one of my favorite reads of 2018 and I highly recommend it!

Many thanks to the author and Candi Kane PR for my copy of this book!

BLURB:

That’s what he said when he discovered that, with five months of college left, I was cut off. Young, wickedly handsome, and politically incorrect, he was unlike any man I ever met. And his proposition to cover my tuition in exchange for a semester of “anything goes” was offensive and thrilling.

If you’re wondering if I told him off—if the night ended with me slapping that delicious smirk right off his face—that didn’t happen.

Instead, I decided to be practical.

My name is Eleanor Courtney, and I’m the first to admit my mistakes. Agreeing to crawl into bed with the devil in a designer suit might be my biggest ever. Because he said something else to me that night:

“I don’t want to sleep with you, Elle, that would be too easy. I want to possess you.”

And Senator Graham Delaney—well, he always gets exactly what he wants.

*Disclaimer: A small portion of this 85,000 word standalone was previously published as Maya St James.

Excerpt:

“You know, you talk about sex so much it makes me question if you’re one of those all talk, lame action situations.”

“May I?” He extends his hand, gesturing for mine. Warily, I place my fingers in his and release a yelp when he pulls it under the table, pressing my palm against his zipper. He closes my fingers, one by one, around the unquestionable—and admittedly very, very impressive—bulge.

Wow.

“That’s not hard either,” he informs me in a low voice, “but if you’re doubtful of my ability to make you forget your fucking name, how to walk, how to eat—and everything else but yes, please, and more—it won’t take long for you to get me there.”

“So that’s why you invited me to dinner, huh?” I snatch my fingers back and grab a handful of my dress to ease the electricity under my skin. It doesn’t help, and I’ve got a feeling I’ll be undone for the rest of the night all thanks to what’s hidden under Graham’s zipper. “To screw me? I guess I had you all wrong.”

“If I wanted only to fuck you, Elle, it wouldn’t have mattered where I took you for dinner—or if I fed you at all.” He whips the plate cover off my food. “Hope you like steak.”

About the Author :

Emily Snow is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of erotic, new adult, and contemporary romance. She loves books, sexy bad boys, and really loud rock music, so naturally, she writes stories about all three. She lives in Virginia with her husband, children, and one very energetic Yorkie-Poo.

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Blog Tour : A Scandalous Deal (The Four Hundred #2) by Joanna Shupe

Joanna Shupe returns with another unforgettable novel set in the glittering world of  New York City’s Gilded Age…

They call her Lady Unlucky…

With three dead fiancés, Lady Eva Hyde has positively no luck when it comes to love. She sets sail for New York City, determined that nothing will deter her dream of becoming an architect, certainly not an unexpected passionate shipboard encounter with a mysterious stranger. But Eva’s misfortune strikes once more when she discovers the stranger who swept her off her feet is none other than her new employer.

Or is it Lady Irresistible?

Phillip Mansfield reluctantly agrees to let the fiery Lady Eva oversee his luxury hotel project while vowing to keep their relationship strictly professional. Yet Eva is more capable—and more alluring—than Phillip first thought, and he cannot keep from drawing up a plan of his own to seduce her.

When a series of onsite “accidents” make it clear someone wants Lady Unlucky to earn her nickname, Phillip discovers he’s willing to do anything to protect her—even if it requires a scandalous deal…

About the Book

A Scandalous Deal
by Joanna Shupe

Series
The Four Hundred Series

Genre
Adult
Historical Romance

Publisher
Avon Books

Publication Date
April 24, 2018

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My Review

Rating : 5 out of 5 Stars

I love anything Joanna Shupe writes. Her characters are superb and her writing style is smooth and elegant, with interesting and meticulously researched period details. This book is the second in her series “ The Four Hundred” set in Gilded Age, at the turn of the 19th century. This story features a smart, ambitious and independent heroine who wants to pursue a brilliant career of her own, in a time when that was extraordinarily challenging.

Lady Eva Hyde is a British aristocrat and the daughter of a famous architect who has not been able to design for several years, due to a worsening illness. She stepped in to defend her father’s work and legacy. She has designed a luxury hotel in New York City, under her father’s name, for Phillip Mansfield, a wealthy American tycoon. Phillip is an endearing hero. His family is very old money and he is regarded as an exacting, driven and ruthless scion of business. He also happens to be Eva’s reluctant employer. Phillip is kind, protective and charming, but he is convinced that Eva’s involvement will jeopardize his project by bringing negative attention to it.

Eva is a very strong character, she is competent, feisty and stubborn. She doesn’t really care what anyone thinks of her. She is tenacious and wants to be accepted for her capacities as an architect, but she is often dismissed because she is a woman.

I loved seeing Eva and Phillip’s relationship blooming and growing, as they both come to terms with their feelings and emotions. Eva is stubborn, but Phillip is relentless. They make a good team and Eva is never afraid to speak her mind. Phillip understands how important it is for her to remain independent, he admires her resolve and persistence. They have great chemistry and their dialogue is fabulous. Eva challenges Phillip, she makes him question his personal prejudices and certainties. She is not without fault, though.

You really can’t go wrong with any of Joanna Shupe’s romances, but this is probably my favorite of hers. It is absolutely a keeper and therefore very very highly recommended!

Thank you to the publisher and Pure Textuality for my copy of this book!

Excerpt

“Yes…. I will.”

His nostrils flared ever so slightly.

“Why?” he asked, brows lowered in confusion. “Why now?”

She understood perfectly. A few days ago, she’d insisted on professional distance. Yet how could she explain it? They were high above the city, just the two of them, in a cocoon of warm July air. “Does it matter?”

“It does to  me. I’d like to know why you’ve changed your mind.”

Because she wanted him, wanted him to do the same wicked things he’d done on the ship. The insides of her thighs grew slick just thinking on it. She went with a coy answer instead. “Isn’t that what women do?”

One side of his mouth kicked up. “Most women, perhaps. However, you’re not most women. There’s no one else who can begin to compare.”

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To celebrate the release of A SCANDALOUS DEAL by Joanna Shupe, we’re giving away for two paperback copies of A DARING ARRANGEMENT!

GIVEAWAY TERMS & CONDITIONS:  Open to US shipping addresses only. Two winners will each receive a paperback copy of A Daring Arrangement by Joanna Shupe. This giveaway is administered by Pure Textuality PR on behalf of Avon Romance.  Giveaway ends 5/4/2018 @ 11:59pm EST. Avon Romance will send the winning copies out to the winner directly. Limit one entry per reader and mailing address.  Duplicates will be deleted.  CLICK HERE TO ENTER!

About Joanna Shupe

Joanna Shupe has always loved history, ever since she saw her first Schoolhouse Rock cartoon. While in college, Joanna read every romance she could get her hands on and soon started crafting her own racy historical novels. In 2013, she won Romance Writers of America’s prestigious Golden Heart® Award for Best Historical. She now lives in New Jersey with her two spirited daughters and dashing husband. To connect with Joanna, visit JoannaShupe.com.

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Blog Tour : The Real by Kate Stewart

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e33dc-real2bebookContemporary Romance
Stand Alone

Blurb:

They say it happens when you least expect it.

It did for me.

It started the moment I saw the simple message pop up on my computer screen:

Cameron’s Mac: Hi.

And when I met the eyes of the gorgeous man messaging me from across the coffee shop, I never thought my reply would lead to the most intense, sexual, and passionate relationship of my life.

We both agreed to check our bags at the door and put our future hopes and aspirations on the table.

It worked.

I fell in love with his no holds barred attitude, sexy smirk, and undeniably good heart . . . and for a while we forgot about our baggage. We happily tripped over it to get to the other, neither of us willing to show the contents of our pasts in the off chance it could ruin us.

We built our love on a foundation of gray.

It was life in black and white that threatened to tear us apart.

My Review

Rating : 5+ out of 5 Stars

Abbie and Cameron’s story is irresistibly romantic, in a gripping plot that carries with it a strong emotional impact. This author has a remarkable talent for creating compelling characters. With each new release, I’m even more impressed by her beautiful writing style, her attention to details and her ability to weave all the feel-good elements into her story with the maximum effect. This book has a good pace and all the feels, the story flows smoothly, is richly descriptive, and completely drew me in. The character development is strong and you really get to know the characters, nothing was rushed or abrupt.

After a chance encounter, Abbie and Cameron feel their worlds shift and collide sending them off balance.  With each meeting, neither can ignore the sparks igniting between them. They both have experienced rejection and heartache, but they have taken different paths in dealing with the aftermath.

Abbie is an independent woman who is both resourceful and strong. She has been treated badly in a previous relationship, she totally deserved a wonderful romance, and she has found that in Cameron. Of course they run into a few issues but for the most part they are really good for each other.

I loved Cameron, he is just dreamy, caring and very down-to-earth. Business and making money have become the focal points in Cameron’s life. But underneath that exterior, he’s hurting from the pain of a personal tragedy that runs soul deep. Abbie warmth and genuineness captivates him.

Both are strong, engaging characters, which makes you root for them to overcome all the barriers that threaten to destroy their relationship and rejoice in their happy ending. I was certainly entranced with how strong Abbie and Cameron’s love for one another was.

This delightfully romantic story will melt your heart and put it back together!  Abbie and Cameron grew together, learning from their mistakes, making their bond stronger. Their beautiful story touched me deeply and I highly recommend it!

Thanks for visiting and happy reading!

ARC generously provided by the author and WordSmith Publicity.

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EXCERPT:

Cameron’s Mac: Hi.

I looked above my laptop and took a deep breath before I accepted his invitation.

Abbie’s Mac: Hi.

Abbie, he’s going to wear your skin! I tried to ignore my inner voice.

Cameron’s Mac: I saw you with the homeless guy.

Abbie’s Mac: Ok?

He took a sip out of his Real Men Love Pomeranians mug and shrugged before he typed.

Cameron’s Mac: So, that was nice of you. Most people in the city just walk on by.

Abbie’s Mac: Oh. Most people do walk past Bennie. But he’s different and I’m not most people.

He lifted a brow and bit his lip.

Cameron’s Mac: I see that.

Cameron’s Mac: Want to have your next cup with me?

Say yes, say yes! It’s only coffee!

Abbie’s Mac: No, thank you.

You idiot.

His brows drew tight with his frown.

Cameron’s Mac: Sure? How about some breakfast?

My pulse raced with the memory of my last reaction to that type of attention and the consequences, and I answered without another thought.

Abbie’s Mac: No, thanks.

His chuckle was deep and covered me, even across the space between us. He bit his full bottom lip as he typed, his smirk still intact.

Fuck. Me. Damn it, Abbie!

Cameron’s Mac: Well, I guess today is not my day.

Abbie’s Mac: That’s all you’ve got?

I had no clue why I sent that message . . . why I was bothered that he didn’t try harder. Just that fucking smirk. It was sexy as hell.

He read my message and shrugged as he typed.

Cameron’s Mac: You seem to enjoy coffee. I don’t have an agenda. You’re beautiful, I noticed. I wanted to drink coffee with you. You said no. I’m going to scrape up the rest of my pride now and head out.

He closed his laptop and stood while I deflated. Damn it. He was being nice. Since when are guys just . . . nice?

Am I a man hater? Have I become that woman?

I spoke up as he slipped his computer into a worn leather bag.

“I’m sorry,” I offered in quick apology. “I was expecting some horrible line or screwed up proposition. The web, messaging, anything that has to do with technology has been hazardous for me. I’ve seen enough unsolicited dick pics for a lifetime. I was just being cautious.” And that was the truth. But I’d said it aloud in verbal vomit. Did I really say “dick pics” out loud?

He chuckled again as he looked down at me from where he stood, then grinned.

“Today isn’t the right day.” The husky baritone of his voice matched the silky hue of his eyes, which seemed to darken as he looked me over.

“No?” I asked in a whisper as I sized up his six-foot-plus frame and imagined the possibilities.

“No,” he said. “Maybe we can not have coffee again sometime?”

He’d tapped out with a simple ‘no’ from me. He couldn’t have been that interested in the first place.

I couldn’t deny the disappointment welling up in my ovaries.

Okay.” I lifted the last syllable when he didn’t press further.

Cameron pulled out his wallet and set some money on his table then walked over to mine and did the same.

“At least let me buy your next cup.”

After setting the bills down, he stood over me briefly and I caught his scent—purely masculine. I inhaled as much as I could without being obvious. He didn’t smell like a psycho.

Cameron picked up his man–bag while I pictured running my fingers through his messy, inches thick, dark-brown hair.

Don’t let him leave. Tell him you aren’t that big of a bitch. But that would seem desperate. You aren’t desperate. But you are horny. Omg, are you horny??

As if reading my thoughts, I caught another flash of his teeth and had to bite my cheek to keep my reaction in check.

“I’ll see you.”

“Yeah, see you. And thanks,” I said to his retreating back, an octave louder than necessary. “For the coffee,” I added. Outside the window, Cameron bent and exchanged words with Bennie before sticking some cash in his hand.

Well, Abbie. Guess you’ll just have to wait until the next time you roll out of bed and a beautiful man hits on you. Should happen again, you IDIOT!

Once again, my hesitance had cost me. And I couldn’t help but feel like this time it cost me big.

Sagging into my seat, I continued to stare in his direction, watching those broad shoulders walk out of my life.

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About the Author:
Kate Stewart lives in Charleston, S.C. with her husband, Nick, and her naughty beagle, Sadie. A native of Dallas, Kate moved to Charleston three weeks after her first visit, dropping her career of 8 years, and declaring it her creative muse. Kate pens messy, sexy, angst-filled contemporary romance as well as romantic comedy and erotic suspense because it’s what she loves as a reader. A lover of all things ’80s and ’90s, especially John Hughes films and rap, she dabbles a little in photography, can knit a simple stitch scarf for necessity only and does a horrible job of playing the ukulele. Aside from running a mile without collapsing, traveling is the only other must on her bucket list. On occasion, she does very well at vodka.

Contact Kate- Email-authorkatestewart@gmail.com

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