Wednesday, June 21, 2017

Trouble by Avery Flynn Excerpt Reveal

Trouble, an all-new sexy standalone from Avery Flynn is coming June 27th!


A high school reunion is about to get down and dirty and a whole lot more complicated in this new romance from USA Today bestselling author Avery Flynn.

Brains and a badass attitude. That’s all troublemaker Leah Camacho took with her when she left Catfish Creek. She’d promised herself she’d never go back, but when the invite to her tenth high school reunion arrived along with the chance to show everyone who doubted her what a success she’s made of herself, she couldn’t resist. However, when she discovers a 15-carat, stolen diamond in her rental car’s glove box, there’s only one man she can turn to for help—the same sexy, stubborn domineering man who’d smashed her heart all those years ago.

Sheriff Drew Jackson knew a long time ago that Leah Camacho was nothing but trouble and has sworn to never get caught up in her again—no matter how damn sexy she is or how badly he’d failed to forget her. But, when the woman who test drove his heart right into a concrete wall rolls into Catfish Creek with some serious bad guys on her tail, it’s up to him to keep her safe—even if that means guarding her hot bod 24/7 without giving into temptation or losing his mind.

Spinning the wheel as he hit the brakes, he came to a stop behind the sports car at an angle that blocked it from reversing. Drew got out of his truck, keeping the open door between him and the other car and flicked open the leather strap on his hip holster that kept his sheriff's office-issued 9mm locked in place.
"Get out of the vehicle," he hollered.
The car's driver's side door opened wide. The first part of the driver to appear was one shapely leg wearing skin-tight denim punctuated with scuffed up black Doc Martens. Some sort of danger alarm sounded in Drew's head, but not the kind that warned of bullets or other bodily danger. A woman got out, facing away from him, her hands up and her dark hair a long silky curtain that led his attention straight down her back to the high curve of her ass poured into those jeans. Parts of him that had no place in police business sat up and noticed. Her ass was a testament to the reason why society required women to wear full dresses for so long—because men were weak, lust-addled idiots when it came to asses like the one that looked more than a little familiar to Drew. His gaze snapped back up as his internal alarm went from quiet buzz to all-out blare. He knew that ass, that hair, and those damn boots.
"Turn around," he ordered.
She did. Her lush mouth—one he knew far too well—was compressed into a tight line, her attention focused on something behind him. Leah Camacho was back and with her always came trouble—for him, for his sanity, and for the part of him that still thought of her at opportune moments in the shower.
"Drew," she said, making his name sound like a curse and a promise. "Get on the other side of the door."
Listening to Leah Camacho was the last thing he should be doing, but he did it anyway for reasons he didn't understand. Just as he rounded the door, an extended cab pickup truck turned the corner. The tires were big, the windows dark, and the speed was slow. As it puttered by, Drew looked it over and mentally confirmed it didn't belong to any of the usual suspects in Catfish Creek. Of course, the high school reunion was bringing in lots of folks who hadn't been here in a while. At the corner, the truck sped up, peeling away from the stop sign and taking a hard right back toward the highway.
"Who was that?" he asked, the smell of burnt rubber drifting back toward them.
"No fucking clue but they've been on my ass for the past hour," she said, reaching up and winding her long hair into a knot on the top of her head—the move emphasizing her amazing tits and making Drew's mouth go dry. "I didn't realize I'd be stopping on your turf."
He bet not. After what happened last time they were together, she'd made avoiding him into an art form. However, the fact that he was the law in town, however temporarily, meant avoiding her was an impossibility because wherever Leah Camacho went, trouble was sure to follow. He glanced down at exhibit A.
"What happened to your tire?" he asked.
"No clue," she said, her voice tight with a lie. "I must have run over something."
Drew squatted down and took a closer look at the tire. It didn't have a tear, it was just gone as if it had been a blow out. If Leah had run over something big enough to do that, she would have realized it.
"What in the hell is going on, Leah?"

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Avery Flynn is an award winning, USA Today bestselling romance author. She has three slightly-wild children, loves a hockey-addicted husband, and is desperately hoping someone invents the coffee IV drip.

She was a reader before she was a writer and hopes to always be both. She loves to write about smartass alpha heroes who are as good with a quip as they are with *ahem* other God-given talents. Her heroines are feisty, fierce and fantastic. Brainy and brave, these ladies know how to stand on their own two feet and knock the bad guys off theirs.

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Tuesday, June 6, 2017

Lessons In Losing It (Study Abroad #4) by Jessica Peterson

* * * 1/2

I swore I'd keep things platonic with the studly soccer player I met in Madrid...until we ended up naked together on his living room floor #Screwed #PunIntended 

Just friends…

That’s all soccer star Fred Ohr wants to be with Rachel Collins, the American student he meets at party in his adopted hometown of Madrid. He’s looking for the real deal—someone who’ll stick around Spain for more than a semester—so he resolves to keep her at arm’s length. Even if she is sexy as hell. Smart. And as crazy about sports as he is.

But friends don’t kiss. They don’t do sleepovers. And they definitely don’t get rug burn from having the best sex ever on the living room carpet.

Fred and Rachel’s connection is instant. Intense. He loves to cook breakfast for her. She loves it when he cooks wearing nothing but his glasses.

Only Rachel’s got a dream internship waiting for her back in the states. And Fred is lining up a contract worth millions to stay in Madrid. They’re playing with fire to keep seeing each other like this. But how can they resist when the sex is so great—really, really freaking great—and the fun they have together is even better?

Source: advance e-galley provided in exchange for an honest review

I'm normally a stickler about reading books in order if they're part of a series but because the premise and the locale of Madrid were so tempting, I ignored that. Armed with my phone to look up the gorgeous and romantic backdrops I dove right in.

What hit me instantly is that Fred is unlike any athlete I've read. He's not about soaking up glory or adulation. Instead he'd prefer to find solace and joy in books. He just hasn't yet found the woman who rocks his world. Along comes Rachel whose semester in Spain is drawing to a close in three weeks. They hit it off superbly: their mutual love of all things Harry Potter and Quidditch makes him a goner for her. Add that to her smarts and humour and it's just bloody unfair that they'd meet now. Fred's always believed that when he falls in love it'll be long-term so he's adamant that it's complete folly to get involved when Rachel won't be around much longer. She sort of feels the same way though she wouldn't mind having a little fun before she leaves. Since this is happening at an inopportune time they agree on being friends, ruling out anything further any time their minds wander in any sexy direction. Unfortunately, they just click so well and there's that darn attraction thing messing things up, too. It's funny how in this Peterson has flipped their roles where he's the weary one not wanting to get his heart broken while Rachel's open to whatever. In fact, she is the one who does the persuing to an extent while still doing her best to respect his wishes.

While a good chunk of the time is spent mulling over the pros and cons of starting a relationship there are other considerations besides the time constraint adding to the complication. In Rachel's case, it's the inevitable clash with her mother over her career choice. She knows in her heart of hearts what she wants to do but can't bring herself to say it yet. That Fred is able to offer her some valuable insight thanks in part to his own similar experience with his family is what made me like them so much as a couple. Establishing that friendship first brings substance that only makes their chemistry stronger. Fred is the sweet, thoughtful guy but he is something else when things get going ...and so is Rachel!

Lessons In Losing It was the mental escape that I needed and it reminded me why of I like reading NA so much. At this stage in life, all the possibilities are exciting, scary and overwhelming. As an adult, I can look back and both relive some things and also see things with better perspective. As a reader, yeah I had my secret hopes for how I wanted things to pan out for them. I believe I got my HFN. Or maybe it's a HEA depending on the reader ;-) I'll definitely be going back to check out the rest of the books in the Study Abroad series!

~ Bel

Monday, June 5, 2017

On Point by Annabeth Albert (Out of Uniform #3)

On Point (Out of Uniform #3)*****
Never fall for your best friend…

Pushing thirty, with his reenlistment looming, decorated navy sniper Maddox Horvat is taking a long look at what he really wants in life. And what he wants is Ben Tovey. It isn’t smart, falling for his best friend and fellow SEAL, but ten years with Ben has forged a bond so intimate Maddox can’t ignore it. He needs Ben by his side forever—heart and soul.

Ben admits he likes what he’s seen—his friend’s full lower lip and the perfect muscles of his ass have proved distracting more than once. But Ben's still reeling from a relationship gone to hell, and he's not about to screw up his friendship with Maddox, too.

Until their next mission throws Ben and Maddox closer together than ever before, with only each other to depend on.

Now, in the lonely, desperate hours awaiting rescue, the real challenge—confronting themselves, their future and their desires—begins. Man to man, friend to friend, lover to lover.

Ben and Maddox stood out in At Attention.   Best friends and roommates?  Also, both openly gay SEALs.  Yep, we all wanted a story shipping these two.  Fortunately, we got it!

The first chapter sets us up with the knowledge that SOMETHING happened to strain Ben and Maddox’s relationship.   When they end up on a mission that goes terribly wrong, we slowly get their back story and find out what caused their current drama.   But the story doesn’t start and end on their mission.  SPOILER ALERT…..they do make it home.  They both come home with the knowledge of how much the other means to them and what they are and are not willing to do to hold onto each other.  Unfortunately, those things don’t necessarily match up.  Ben is excited to re-up with the Navy and continue to work and live with his BFF.  But Maddox is seriously considering retiring and doing something new.  Yeah, their plans aren’t matching up and Ben has a real issue with it.  What he doesn’t understand is that Maddox has a real issue with unrequited love he’s experiencing right now. 

Friends-to-lovers stories are my absolute favorites.  I know I’ve mentioned it before but that love started with Emma by Jane Austen and it hasn’t waned in the 20 some years since I first read it.  That existing bond that grows even bigger and grander than anything they could have ever imagined?  The fear of losing what they have if they ask for more?  Yeah, total catnip for me.  And the cherry on top of this delicious sundae of a story is that Maddox is a…… beta hero!  Yep, a SEAL that isn’t an alpha character.  I loved Ben but Maddox made my heart melt.

This story is full of push and pull and the angst that goes with it.  But never so much that I needed to take a break.  On the contrary, I couldn’t put the damn thing down.   I haven’t given five stars in a REALLY long time but this book earned it.  I was instantly immersed in Ben and Maddox’s story.  To the extent that the book hangover I had after this one was epic.   

Do yourself a favor and read this, and while you are at it, read the first two in the series, Off Base and At Attention.


Friday, June 2, 2017

Mature Content by Megan Erickson and Santino Hassell - SPOTLIGHT

Mature Content
By Megan Erickson and Santino Hassell
Cyberlove Series
Book 4

"He tasted like alcohol, pop rocks, and bad decisions."

My life plan is to be brutally honest all the way to the bank. Don't believe me? I run a popular YouTube channel called TrashyZane, and my claim to fame is oversharing about every aspect of my personal life. Sometimes while tipsy. Not everyone loves my style, but I have a long history of icing out people who can't handle me. I have no time for judgmental foolishness.

Except, apparently, when it comes to Beau Starr. His channel is the polar opposite of mine, and so is he. Wholesome, inspirational, and clean-cut. Everything about him should turn me off, but when we hook up following a confrontation at a convention, my world flips upside down. Not only does Beau Starr turn me on, he uses the exact combination of dirty talk and roughness needed to turn me out.

But we still hate each other. I think.


 “Look, if I go clean up are you going to run out the door?”

“Would it bother you if I did?”

Beau frowned. “If I say yes, is it guaranteed you’ll do it just to bother me?” My mouth twitched. He rocked against me. “I’m serious.”

“Fine.” I sighed exaggeratedly, like he was really hassling me. “I’ll stay for a few.”

“Good.” Beau stood up, and I was suddenly eye level with his taut, sculpted stomach. 

“There’s another bathroom in my bedroom. And…you can grab some shorts from the chest if you don’t want to sit around naked.”

I almost asked him what the hell we were going to be sitting around doing, but kept my mouth shut. He went to the bathroom between the living room and kitchen, and I explored the rest of his apartment while slathered in jizz. It was almost as nice as mine, but nowhere near as artsy. My grandmother had helped me furnish it after shopping at thrift stores and refinishing furniture, but Beau’s apartment was kind of like a showroom. Eerily perfect.

Either way, his bathroom was on point with the lighting and shower, so I jumped in quickly after tying my hair in a knot. I rinsed off, wrapped myself in a super-plush towel, and then snagged a pair of cut off shorts and a T-shirt that had his fucking face on it, which was too funny to not wear.

I waltzed out in my new outfit and found him on the phone with…a menu in his hand. Freezing, I fucked up my entrance and gaped when he waved it in my face.

“Do you like Mediterranean food?”

“Uh. What?”

Beau looked at me like I was an idiot. “Zane. Tell me what you want to eat.”

“Oh. Um. I don’t know. I don’t not like any foods.”

He rolled his eyes and rattled off enough food to feed an entire family. When it was done, and he told them to charge his account, he pointed at the shirt I’d procured.
“Just so you know, I didn’t have that made.”

“Uh-huh. But before I mock you relentlessly, why are you ordering food? Like, just because you’re trying to make up for being a dick doesn’t mean—”

Beau grabbed the front of the shirt and a ripping sound filled the room. He didn’t even pause. Just jerked me against him and kissed me so hard I lost my train of thought. Fuck, I lost my sense of self. Fell headfirst into the intensity of his kiss and then wrapped my arms around his neck because… I really could not get enough.

His soft lips were perfect, his tongue lashing at mine with such finesse my dick started to swell again. Especially when he tangled his hand in my hair and tugged just hard enough to make my knees weaken.

“Fuck me before the food gets here,” I blurted.

Beau pressed our foreheads together, panting against my face. “We just washed up. And I want to talk to you.”

“We can talk later.” Fuck, was I whining? I was whining. “Please, Beau?”

He squeezed his eyes shut, muttered a very clear fuck it, and then backed me into his bedroom. We were on his bed, clothes discarded, so fast my head was spinning with delight. How Beau Starr was the best kisser I’d ever been with was a mystery, but, damn, the guy’s tongue was magic.

Santino Hassell was raised by a conservative family, but he was anything but traditional. He grew up to be a smart-mouthed, school cutting grunge kid, then a transient twenty-something, and eventually transformed into an unlikely romance author.

Santino writes queer romance that is heavily influenced by the gritty, urban landscape of New York City, his belief that human relationships are complex and flawed, and his own life experiences.

Megan Erickson is a USA Today bestselling author of romance that sizzles. Her books have a touch of nerd, a dash of humor, and always have a happily ever after. A former journalist, she switched to fiction when she decided she likes writing her own endings better.

She lives in Pennsylvania with her very own nerdy husband and two kids. Although rather fun-sized, she's been told she has a full-sized personality. When Megan isn't writing, she's either lounging with her two cats named after John Hughes characters or... thinking about writing.
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