Thursday, March 29, 2018

Royal Rebel (Flings With Kings #2) by Jessica Peterson

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Royal. Recklessly Rebellious. Totally Delicious.

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From the Desk of His Royal Highness Prince Robert

Aly—can’t stop thinking about tonight. Never thought enemies like us would end up naked together. Know you think Im cocky, but come on, sweetheart…don’t tell me it’s not the best sex you’ve ever had.

I’m not a good man. But for the first time, I wish I were. Maybe then I’d deserve you. I don’t. Not when I come from a family like mine. All these secrets…

You’re gorgeous. Clever. You call me out on my bullshit, and I bloody adore it.

I adore you, sweetheart.

You have your new bloke. And I’m…me. The playboy prince. We’re not meant to be together. But staying away from you is killing me, Aly. Thinking about him touching you is killing me.

I’ve no right to talk to you like this. Im sorry. It’s the whisky talking. This is what you do to me.


P.S.—am I stupid to think you might feel the same way?

P.P.S—I am not going to send this. So never mind.

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

The few glimpses of Rob that were in Royal Ruin had me believing that his own book would be a freaking royal treat! Rob is every bit as cocky and funny as he came off previously but in Royal Rebel, his playboy, irresponsible ways become more of a liability. That's because meeting beadstrong Aly has turned his world upside down. Aly, who is his future sister-in-law's best friend, can't stand him yet they're positively on fire when they're getting it on. Still she has no interest in pursuing anything beyond the physical with him because he couldn't be further from the ideal man and life she envisions for herself. Aly's a hardworking career woman who wants a man who's equally as driven and wants stability in the long run. Rob's convinced that it's something he's incapable of offering her. But the more he tries to let her go, the harder it is.

I love snark and Rob has plenty of it. He's the kind of character I love reading and laughing with. Aly, for all her attempts to be impervious to his charm, winds up being ambivalent throughout most of the story. Giving in to her feelings for him means giving up on her dreams. The shenanigans are only fun for so long though. Rob wouldn't be half as enjoyable if he didn't come to some sort of epiphany - and that would be that he needs to grow up. In the meantime, he and Aly behave like knuckleheads about until they're ready to confront what's been in front of them all along.

There were only two things within the story that stumped me: one, Rob's twin brother Jack was a complete no-show, even for a big occasion. I had to go back several pages to see if I'd missed an explanation for his absence and I didn't find any. Maybe it was there and I missed it. Two, his sister's non-presence at the same big occasion also had me wondering what was up. I know that Peterson is currently working on Jane's book so I'm hoping that all will be explained there. Despite these two questions in the back of my mind, they didn't stop me from enjoying the book. 

It's clear that Peterson has been having a blast writing this series and we're the lucky ones who get to read it. Royal Rebel and the Flings With Kings Series is the perfect antidote to satisfy any royal romance cravings you're having. And now we wait for Jane to make her mark next!

~ Bel

Wednesday, March 28, 2018

Invitation To The Blues by Roan Parrish - Review and Release Day Blitz!

Invitation to the Blues (Small Change #2)

Publisher: Monster Press

Release Date (Print & Ebook): March 28th, 2018

Length (Print & Ebook): About 81,000 words

Subgenre: Contemporary romance

Content warning: depression, suicide, thoughts of worthlessness, food issues


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Eight months ago Jude Lucen fled his partner, his career, and a hospital in Boston after a suicide attempt. Now back in Philadelphia, he feels like a complete failure. Piano has always been his passion and his only escape. Without it, he has nothing. Well, nothing except a pathetic crush on the most gorgeous man he’s ever seen.

Faron Locklear came to Philly looking for a fresh start and has thrown himself into tattooing at Small Change. He’s only met Jude a few times, but something about the red-haired man with the haunted eyes calls to him. Faron is blown away by Jude’s talent. What he isn’t expecting is the electricity he feels the first time they kiss—and the way Jude’s needs in bed speak directly to his own deepest desires.

Jude and Faron fall fast and hard, but Jude has spent a lifetime learning that he can’t be what the people he loves need. So when the opportunity arises to renew his career in Boston, he thinks he has to choose: music, or Faron? Only by taking a huge risk—and finally believing he’s worthy of love just as he is—can he have the chance for both.

The Small Change series is set in the Middle of Somewhere universe and features crossover characters from that series. Each book can be read on its own.

Content warning: This book contains explicit discussion of depression, anxiety, attempted suicide, and feelings of worthlessness.


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After reading Small Change I absolutely knew that Jude’s story was going to be difficult for me to read.  In the end I was surprisingly incorrect.  Don’t get me wrong.  It’s not all rainbows and unicorns.  Quite the contrary.  Jude suffers from severe depression.  End stop.  There is no magic dick in this story.  There is no magic cure at all.  Because that doesn’t exist in real life.  But that’s what makes this story extra special and extra beautiful.  

Watching Jude struggle with his self-worth and starting all over again in the cutthroat world of classical music was heartbreaking but never uncomfortable.  It just….was.  He is who he is and his struggles will always be there.  Somedays they will be better, other days they will be worse, but they will always be there.

I said there is no magic dick but it sure helps to have someone in your corner.  Jude has a lot of people who love him and support him 100%.  His brother, Chris.  Ginger.  His parents.  But Faron is the one that understands him.  The one that lets him be Jude.   Who hears what Jude needs and then makes it happen.  THAT is what makes Faron magic. 

 I hate saying sex scenes are hot when I review a book.  Simply because everyone has different ideas of what they think is hot.  But Roan Parrish writes erotic scenes like no one else.  I noticed this in Small Change as well.   Her books show readers just how diverse pleasure can be.  It’s truly beautiful.

This review is a bit choppy but I’m still recovering from all the emotions after reading this one.   It was beautiful and I can’t recommend it enough.   Guaranteed that it will be on the re-read list in the near future.



“Hold this,” Faron murmured into my hair, and handed me the sketchbook. I held it so he could draw with his right hand as his left continued to explore my torso. He sketched our feet, his elegant and high-arched, and mine, bony and slender; his dark, mine pale. And all the while, his fingers sketched other shapes against my skin. He dipped into my navel and ran along my ribs, sending shivers down my spine. When he skimmed a fingertip over my nipple I gasped and tensed against him.

He traced my nipple until it was a hard peak, then squeezed it, and my hips jerked, making the sketchbook jump in my hand. Faron’s breath went rough and he nuzzled into my hair.

My heart was pounding and I knew he could feel it. I squirmed to try and take my shirt off, but I couldn’t quite get it. Faron stripped it off of me and ran sure fingers along my ribs. Then he traced the blue veins visible beneath my skin from my heart to where they disappeared under my waistband.

With my oversized shirt out of the way, the bulge of my erection in my jeans was obvious.

I drew my knee up, resting it against the back of the couch. He slid a hand up the inside of my thigh so slowly I held my breath, but he didn’t touch my hard cock and I shuddered with arousal.

“Jude,” Faron breathed, and I let the sketchbook fall between us as I went for the button on my jeans. I felt like I was made of pounding heart, flushed skin, raging need, and it felt like nothing I’d ever experienced. It didn’t even feel like sex; it felt like desire. It felt like what I knew sex was supposed to feel like but rarely had for me.

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Wednesday, March 21, 2018

Wait With Me Release Day Blitz

the wait is over

From Buzzfeed to Babble to Scary Mommy and even network television—the most anticipated social media viral sensation is LIVE!

The story of romance writer Amy Daws’ relationship with a little tire shop in South Dakota is a refreshingly fun tale that ends in an auto shop romantic comedy that you have to read!

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Daws' fans have loved watching this story trend, but more importantly, they are loving this 5-star read about a couple who meet outside of a tire shop...

When romance novelist, Kate Smith, finds her long lost writing mojo in the customer waiting area of a tire store, the complimentary coffee isn’t the only things that’s hot. But sexy mechanic, Miles Hudson, is just up for a friendly test-drive of her new book idea. At least, that was the agreement...


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It all began when Daws went to Tires Tires Tires to get a new set of wheels on her car. She was suffering from writer’s block, but apparently the complimentary coffee and cookies cured her. So she decided to bring in cars of friends and family so she could keep writing in the magical waiting room. Her social media musings had her fans in stitches and it wasn't long before inspiration struck again. This time...Daws was to write a sexy romantic comedy about a romance novelist who sneaks into a tire shop and gets caught by a hot mechanic. You can imagine where the love story goes from here. Eventually, the little tire shop opened their arms to Daws, even putting her release date on their marquee sign outside. It wasn't long before Buzzfeed got wind of it. Then Scary Mommy. Then InspireMore and several other blogs with followers well into the millions. WGN News in Chicago, Fox 10 in Phoenix and Canada Public Radio are all talking about the adorable feel good story of how inspiration can strike in the strangest of places.

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She slaps her hand on her knee and bellows gallantly, “But you know what, Miles, you’re right! I should totally find a random hookup tonight.” 
“Whoa, I never said anything about random.” 
“Well, you’re doing it, so why can’t I?” 
I narrow my eyes. “You don’t seem like the random type.” 
“Maybe I should be.” Her eyes narrow when she leans in and whispers against my lips. “Can I tell you a secret, Miles?” 
“You can tell me anything, Mercedes.” 
She giggles and crooks her finger for me to lean in even closer. I’m so close I can smell the faint scent of her cherry lip gloss, and it’s not helping the half boner having a party in my pants. 
Her lips graze my ear when she whispers, “My writing makes me horny.” 
I nearly choke on my beer. “I’m sorry, what?” 
“My writing makes me horny.” She pulls back and nods her confirmation. “I’m serious. I have a sex toy that works really well and really fast, but I miss the heat of a man, ya know?” My eyes scrunch together, and I rub my fingers in the sockets to make sure I’m awake and hearing this all correctly. “I mean…I don’t really ever miss the heat of man, so I don’t think I know exactly what you’re saying.” 
“Fine, the heat of a woman.” She rolls her eyes dramatically “You know what I’m talking about. The heat.” 
I frown and shake my head. “You’re going to have to elaborate because I think of a lot of things when I think of women, but their body temperature isn’t one of them.” 
“You asked for it.” She laughs and leans in so she’s speaking low and soft and directly into my ear. “The heat of a woman is so much more than temperature. It’s the soft, sensual curves of the female form. The way your fingers dig into the meat of her thighs when she’s wrapped around you. Her smooth, sunken tummy when she’s on her back, the delicate bumps of her ribcage when she’s throwing her head back in pleasure. Tight little nipples in pillows of creamy softness. The fact that you could fold yourself around her and envelop her body almost entirely and still want more. You’re saying you don’t miss that kind of heat?” 
I blink slowly, recovering from what just happened. Her voice was a sensual, verbal caress straight on my cock. Then there was the warm heat of her breath on my ear. The deep husk of her tone. The way her warm palm rests softly on my thigh. 
Fucking hell.

Amy Daws is an Amazon Top 100 bestselling author of the Harris Brothers Series and is most known for her punny, footy-playing, British playboys. The Harris Brothers and her London Lovers Series fuel her passion for all things London. When Amy's not writing, she's watching Gilmore Girls or singing karaoke in the living room with her daughter while Daddy awkward-smiles from a distance. For more of Amy's work check out her social media links below or visit: 

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What a crazy few months this has been for Amy Daws! I'm so glad I caught on to her a year and a half ago otherwise I would've missed the magnificent hilarity of her Tires Tires Tires shenanigans happening in real time. And to have a book come out of this? Just goes to show you that inspiration can come from anywhere. 

While some details like the author sneaking into the tire shop to write, helping herself to complimentary coffee and cookies are lifted from real life, everything else is pure fantasy. Erotica writer, Kate Smith is in desperate need of getting her writing mojo back and discovers that the words flow fast and easily when she spends the day away in the customer care center at The Tire Depot. So rather than mess with a good thing she goes with it. Going back day after day someone is bound to notice and that someone is Miles the mechanic. Their initial encounter is awkward but sets things up so perfectly for them. Miles is only too happy to help Kate with her latest book and the two embark on their own "book research". Every romance comes with some baggage and these two have extra. Kate has broken up with her boyfriend though they still live together. He has an ex-girlfriend who messed his head up big time. And then there's that minor thing where Miles thinks Kate's name is Mercedes because that's the name she gave him and he doesn't know that her ex still shares their townhome. You know this is going to blow up in their faces but enjoy the ride until then.

So far I'm only familiar with Daws' Harris Brothers Series and I thought Wait With Me was super raunchy, more so that her aforementioned series. Considering that the protagonist is an erotica writer who is straightforward and says whatever comes to her mind, filthy or not, it makes sense. And the fact that Miles is a lowkey, what-you-see-is-what-you-get guy makes them a good match. No, a burning hot match. I thought my reaction to them was interesting. I liked Kate a lot at first simply because she's spirited and Miles tendency towards jealousy had me nervous. But that flipped when things went south between them. I enjoy when the writing unexpectedly has me changing my mind about the characters and seeing things from a different angle. Throughout there's steady humour and yes, it is whacky but so delicious.

I'm so impressed that Daws churned this out so quickly. If you haven't followed the evolution of this book from the beginning, you should. It's hysterical and seeing how Daws embraced the whole episode and created this story out of that makes it even more special. So pick up Wait With Me and enjoy!

~ Bel

Tuesday, March 20, 2018

On Hart's Boardwalk by Samantha Young - Review & Excerpt

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One of New York Times bestselling author Samantha Young’s most beloved couples returns for the first time in a brand new novella set ten years after her blockbuster bestseller Before Jamaica Lane…

Nate and Liv have a great life together but they miss the spontaneity and freedom they enjoyed early on in their romance. Careers and their children have inevitably kept them busy, so when Nate discovers Liv is feeling disconnected from him, he plans an anniversary trip to the idyllic seaside town of Hartwell, Delaware. There he hopes they will have the opportunity they’ve been craving—a chance to reinvent themselves and fall in love all over again.

With each new day comes a new adventure, from wedding crashing at the five-star boardwalk hotel to pretending they are two strangers having a chance encounter at the boardwalk bar. In the midst of this daring, sexually charged game of romantic rediscovery, Nate and Liv discover the only constant they need is each other.

* On Hart's Boardwalk is #6.7 in the On Dublin Street Series and #2.5 in the Hart's Boardwalk Series)

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

I was a bit nervous about doing a review for this one because I haven't made it far in the On Dublin Street Series, as in I hadn't made it to book 3 which is Nate and Liv's story BUT I have read the first two books in the Hart's Boardwalk series. That balances things out, right? I think so and honestly, it didn't hurt my experience of the book at all. In fact, it's given me new motivation to catch up on the former series that's been patiently waiting for me on my bookshelf.

As much as I'm loving reading romance I do find that there are times when I want a storyline that focuses on an older couple. The perspectives have evolved and the experiences are different. In On Hart's Boardwalk, Nate and Liv have been married while now, have two daughters and lead happy but busy lives. It's a typical family scenario. What's changed is that they feel disconnected lately leading so rash assumptions and fears about the other. Nate arranges a surprise trip to the town of Hartwell meant to be a relaxing getaway and to get back to each other. 

There's so much in this that's relatable that it's easy to see where their issues come from. All they need is for quiet down so that they can focus on them, and Hartwell is that perfect place to unplug from the frenzy and slow down. Nate and Live still have it as they rediscover their spontaneous side and rekindle the fire between them. Emphasis on spontaneous ;-) 

On Hart's Boardwalk is a lovely mix of hot and sensual moments and even more so, the playfulness and emotional intimacy that sometimes go missing in long-term relationships. It also doesn't hurt to imagine Nate's sexy Scottish accent in your mind. I loved returning to Hartwell and its characters, and that this is a bridge between Young's two series. Definitely read it!

~ Bel

Enjoy this excerpt from On Hart's Boardwalk

Although Nate had agreed to wait to have sex until we played out our little strangers in a bar fantasy, I could tell he was disgruntled. For some reason his irritation made me want to torment him even more. After we showered (separately) and dressed, I grabbed his hand when we walked down to breakfast, trailing the fingertips of my free hand over the skin on his forearm exposed by his T-shirt.
Walking down the stairs he frowned at me. “You’re doing that deliberately.”
“Are you saying I don’t get to touch you at all until tomorrow night?”
“No.” He suddenly stopped and pressed me up against the wall of the stairwell, his mouth inches from mine. His hand, the one not holding mine, slipped under my sundress, his fingertips caressing their way up my inner thigh.
“Nate,” I gasped, looking down the stairs to make sure the entrance was empty.
“You tease me, babe…” His hot breath whispered against my lips. “I tease you tenfold in return.”
I fought with the desire flooding me and the concern over disrespecting our very nice inn owner. My concern won out and I reached for his wrist under my dress and forcefully removed his hand with a flash of ire in my eyes that made him smirk in triumph. “Not here.”
“Just playing your game.” He stood back and then began leading me down the stairs like nothing had happened.
There was only one other couple in the dining hall that early in the morning, an older couple who smiled warmly at us and greeted us ‘hello’ as we grabbed some coffee from the buffet area.
We’d just taken a seat at a table when Aydan came out of the kitchen and beamed at us. “You two are up early. Jetlag?”
“Yeah,” I said, fighting off a yawn. “I’m still kind of feeling it actually. But this will help.” I raised my coffee cup.
“So will some food.” She handed us each a menu. “I’ll be back in a minute to take your order.”
We were looking over the small menu and I was trying to decide between scrambled eggs, potatoes, and bacon; pancakes, maple syrup and bacon; or waffles. “I forgot how good breakfast is here.” I glanced over at my husband, who seemed less excited than me about breakfast. “You’re getting the egg white frittata, aren’t you?”
Nate used to indulge more food-wise but he’d found, as we all found, that he couldn’t metabolize crappy food as well as he used to. So, he only indulged every now and then.
“Aye.” He nodded, his eyes twinkling with amusement. He knew it bugged me that he had more willpower than I did.
“I’m getting the waffles,” I immediately decided.
Nate laughed and leaned over to caress the top of my ass, which thankfully was hidden by the back of my chair from anyone else’s few. “You eat whatever you want, babe. We’ll both enjoy the fruits of that labor.”
I should have glared at him for feeling me up in the breakfast room of this quaint inn, but I couldn’t, because it felt like I had my old Nate back. The guy who made me feel sexy and wanted no matter what. So instead I gave him a soft smile.
For some reason my reaction made his gaze turn liquid with heat and he impulsively leaned over, cupped my face in his hand and kissed me. Hard. Deep. Quick.
When he let me go I couldn’t even think long enough to be embarrassed that he’d just Frenched me in front of an elderly couple who were trying to eat their breakfast. I could only blink, dazed, my lips wet and waiting for more. “What was that for?”
“Because I love you.” He shrugged, like it was most obvious answer in the world.
Before I could say anything else the sound of Bailey Hartwell’s raised voice met our ears from somewhere near reception. “It’s ridiculous that’s why!”
Nate and I shot each other amused looks, and pretended to peruse the menu even though I knew were both listening in. Nosy buggers.
Her voice was lower now, and the fact that we hadn’t heard another voice reply suggested
she was on the phone. “Vaughn, we have a house,” she hissed. “We don’t need another… why would you sell it? It’s beautiful… we don’t need to buy a house together to be together… it’s a waste of money…” there was a longer stretch of silence. “Okay, if you’re that intent on wasting money why don’t we just strip the house out and make it the way we both want it… it sits right on the water…. Stop being romantic when I’m trying to be practical, you know it confuses me… Stop it, I’m at the inn.” Her voice dropped even lower. Her breath seemed to catch. “You’re going to pay for that, Tremaine… no… no… Vaughn… okay, fine…. I love you too, you, handsome bastard.”
That seemed to be the end of the conversation, and I turned to Nate, laughter bubbling in my throat. “That sounded familiar.”
He grinned. “Didn’t it.”
“I don’t think our inn owner is going to Scotland anytime soon.”
“No. If she’s got what I’ve got, she’s staying put.”

Friday, March 16, 2018

Virgin Territory Blog Tour

Practice Makes Perfect

Patrick “Patch” Donnelly has what it takes to be the best goalie in the NHL…if only he could learn to control his temper. When Coach orders him to get his head in the game with private yoga classes, Patch isn’t having it. There’s no way this tough Boston guy would be caught dead downward dog-ing his way to inner peace. But if he refuses, he risks his starting position and the dream he sacrificed everything for, including joining the priesthood.

Yoga instructor Margot Kowalski is over men. After yet another toxic relationship, she’s eager to forget love and focus on growing her business. Doing the Hellions head coach a favor by helping out a troubled player can’t hurt, and it might give her career a high-profile boost. But free-spirited Margot is soon charming the pants off Patch. Literally. Her sassy combination of sweet and sexy proves irresistible to the goalie. Before Patch can give into temptation though, he’ll have to confess his biggest secret:
He’s a virgin.

But Patch is hiding more than sexual inexperience, and his dark past soon threatens to destroy his shot at true love.

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In Lia Riley's exciting third Hellion's Angels book she takes on sexuality and and turns her nose up at the stereotypes which we've sadly become accustom to. Margot is a yoga instructor whose greatest ambition is to open her own business and she's been working diligently to bring this to fruition. When her best friend Breezy (yes, that Breezy from Mr. Hockey) suggests that she would be the right person to help angst-ridden Hellions goalie, Patrick aka "Patch", with his anger issues, she cynically agrees to it. Learning all about proper breathing techniques and relaxation exercises to help him manage his anger sounds a bit hokey to Patch but he's willing to try because he loves being a goalie and he's intrigued by Margot. He carries a big secret: that he's uncomfortable around women and has never done the deed. He can thank a difficult childhood for his mixed up feelings about sex. Being around Margot who is so happy with who she is, and confident and unashamed of her experience, offers him a healthy perspective on it. And now he's open to discovering all that he's missed.

You all, I love this story so so much! Virgin Territory is a definite response to the current social climate and a powerful nod to women everywhere that it's okay to be sexual, enjoy sex and to not be shamed into feeling otherwise. And whether or not one is sexually active, everyone deserves love. Patch never delivers judgment about her past. I have to tell you that one, it's refreshing to read a heroine who has a history and two, that the guy doesn't even blink. 

So, thank you, Lia Riley for Virgin Territory. It's witty, sexy, and challenges the status quo. I love it!

~ Bel

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From Virgin Territory by Lia Riley

Margot stood on tiptoe, both hands clutching the front of his t-shirt, and kissed him full on the mouth. Their ragged breaths mingled a moment. He tasted the brown sugar in her lipgloss before she broke free, pressing a quick second kiss to the tip of his nose.
“Go to bed,” she whispered, clearing her throat and stepping back. “And have a great game tomorrow.”
It took every last shred of Patch’s willpower not to close the space again, to consume her. “There’s something else you should know.”
“I’m not going to get a lick of sleep if you leave.”
“If I stay, you won’t sleep either,” she shot back, shrugging into her jacket.
“I’ll take those odds.”
She shook her head slowly as if with reluctance. “I’ve got to fold. “Goodnight.”
He took her hand and held it between his own. Her skin was cooler than his. He didn’t like that. He wanted to tuck her against him, warm her up. “Do me a favor and call when you get home. I want to know you got back safe, especially driving on that spare.”
“It’s been a long time since anyone has cared if I got home,” she said with a smile. “Careful, you might be turning into a gentleman.”
“Don’t get carried away. The things that I want to do to you are far from gentlemanly,” he said in a husky tone.
She rocked her head back and unleashed a frustrated moan. “Quit leading me into temptation. I’m trying to respect your virtue here.”
“My virtue can take a long jump off a short fucking bridge.”
“That might be. But . . .if we end up taking that jump. I want it to be special. That’s important. I want you to feel special.”
Blood rushed to his ears. “Funny, I feel the same way about you.”
“Then we’re in agreement and I’m leaving.” A wicked gleam entered her gaze. “But while you wait for my call, slip into something more comfortable.”
“Nothing at all.”
She blew a kiss, pirouetted, and was gone.

From VIRGIN TERRITORY.  Used with permission of Avon Impulse. Copyright © 2018 by Lia Riley.

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GIVEAWAY TERMS & CONDITIONS:  Open to US shipping addresses only. Five winners will each receive a paperback copy of Head Coach by Lia Riley.  This giveaway is administered by Pure Textuality PR on behalf of Avon Romance.  Giveaway ends 3/18/2018 @ 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!

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After studying at the University of Montana-Missoula, Lia Riley scoured the world armed only with a backpack, overconfidence and a terrible sense of direction. She counts shooting vodka with a Ukranian mechanic in Antarctica, sipping yerba mate with gauchos in Chile and swilling fourex with stationhands in Outback Australia among her accomplishments.

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