Wednesday, February 11, 2015



Genre: NA, Contemporary Romance, Humor
Release Date: February 5, 2015






Erin Upton is too embarrassed to tell the cops what she was really doing while her townhouse was burglarized, especially since the first officer on the scene is former nuisance next door Charlie Dwyer. Where’s the justice in the world when a neighborhood know-it-all grows up to be six-foot-three inches of solid muscle with gorgeous green eyes and a slow, sexy please-arrest-me-now-officer smile? It’s bad enough she’s wearing her robe and slippers—did he have to notice her fuzzy hand cuffs on the bathroom sink?
He’s arrogant as he ever was, which is fine by her—she’s too busy with her dance studio’s grand opening to make time for a man. But they keep crossing paths, and
when Charlie offers to help her put in new flooring at the studio one night, things go from hammering nails to hammering each other in a hurry. And about those hand cuffs…
They agree it’s a one-time thing. But when that becomes a two-time thing, then a three-time thing, Erin starts to wonder if maybe she and Charlie could be a life-time thing. Her best friends Mia and Coco found love in unexpected places. Is it finally her turn?


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“Stop it. I’m not perfect. I’m not what you think.”
Charlie tilted his head. “No?”
I licked my lips. “You think I’m a joke. The “Teacher’s Pet. The Homecoming Queen. The Goody Two Shoes who likes everything just so, everything neat and clean. Well, I don’t, you know. Like everything clean.”
Charlie said nothing at first. But his stillness told me he was intrigued. A lovely little ache blossomed between my legs.
“You like some things dirty. Is that what you’re saying?”
“Yes,” I whispered, butterflies rioting in my belly.
“I’m not sure you do.”
“Try me.”
Slowly, he came off the counter. Bracing my hands behind my hips, I opened my knees, and he stepped between them, sliding his hands up the tops of my thighs. He was so tall, I had to tilt my head back to look at him. Up close his chest was even more imposing, and his shoulders seemed to dwarf mine. Gooseflesh rippled down my arms, and my breaths came fast.
By contrast, Charlie seemed completely in control. His breathing was slow and measured, his hands moving over my hips and beneath my sweatshirt. His eyes stayed locked on mine as his palms slid up the sides of my ribcage and back down, spanning my waist. “Such a tiny little thing.”
“Scared you’ll break me?”
“Yes.” In the near dark, his blue eyes looked black.
“Do it.”
In less than a second, Charlie pulled off three moves that had me gasping for air—he yanked me to my feet, turned me around, and kicked my heels apart so my legs were spread and I was bent over the island, arms pinned behind my back. His legs pressed the backs of my thighs, and his hips pushed against my ass.
He was hard.
The power went out completely.
Oh my fucking God.
“Panting, I lay my cheek on the cool marble, unsure of what to do next. Between my ears, the message was this is scary. Between my legs, it was this is hot.
“No, don’t give up. Fight me. Come on. Struggle.” His voice was different now—deeper, quieter even, yet more intimidating.
Adrenaline coursed through my body, my heart pounding with fear, with arousal, with shock. I tried moving my arms—he pulled them tighter, clamped my wrists harder. I tried moving my legs—he pinned my hips against the marble, his erection pushing firmly into my flesh. I flexed my fingers—he laughed softly.
“That’s it. Try everything. Scream if you like.”
I couldn’t scream even if I wanted to. It felt like the darkness had weight, like it was bearing down on my back with a force stronger than gravity. Breathing required all the lung strength I had, and I wasn’t even sure I could keep that up.
“Tell me I’m hurting you.”
He was hurting me.
But I liked it.
He yanked my arms mercilessly behind me. “Tell me.”
“You’re hurting me,” I said weakly.
“Tell me to stop.”
“Stop.” Don’t stop.
“Tell me you don’t want this from me.”
“I don’t—want this—from you.” Each word was its own struggle. I meant the words, and yet I didn’t. I wanted him, but knew I shouldn’t. And was this only a game? Was he just testing me? Or, worse, was he back there laughing at me in the dark? I had no way to tell.
“Good girl. You don’t want this from me, sweet thing.” He backed off slightly and somehow imprisoned both my wrists with one of his hands. The other one snaked around to my belly.
And down the front of my pants.


Floored – Melanie Harlow
“Tell me your secrets. I’ll tell you mine. Let’s take a chance.”
This series just… delicious! Each book is better than the last, and this to me seems impossible because each one is perfection.
Floored is Erin’s story, we’ve met her throughout the course of the previous books, Frenched, Yanked, and Forked. I will say this, even though Floored is written as a standalone, I would recommend reading the previous books prior to diving into Floored, it lends to the story.
Melanie Harlow has this fantastic talent for creating both incredible stories and unforgettable, relatable characters! I adore Mia, and Cocoa, and Erin. I was hooked from Chapter 1; I read it in an afternoon, only taking a break for nourishment! Erin’s story takes a different path then the other books in this series, and it’s just as addictive as the others. Erin’s personality, quirks and inner thoughts were my favorite parts of this book. She’s the girl you can’t help but fall in love with. When I was reading her inner thoughts, I found myself, laughing out loud, relating to her insecurities and doubts.
“I want to ride Charlie Dwyer like a deranged cowgirl.”
The situations she finds herself in made me laugh, and shake my head. Her confessions, they’re just priceless. She’s the perfect balance, of wit, strength, quirkiness and sass! Charlie, a friend from Erin’s younger years, I use this term loosely, is now a police officer. He’s sexiness personified, demanding, and emotionally unavailable. He doesn’t date and he is horrible boyfriend, I’m using his words here. He is however the perfect complement to Erin’s organized and stable, predictable life but when a 911 call lands him at Erin’s house one evening consider the fire stoked! From their very first encounter he makes her want things, things she’s never entertained before, feelings she’s never allowed herself to explore. Charlie awakens a side of Erin she didn’t even know existed. Their chemistry is white hot, and the intensity of it, surprises them both. It makes for great reading! Agreeing that friendship is the safest option for both of them they before attempt to have a plutonic relationship. Notice I said attempt?  And honestly how much fun would that be?
“I didn’t love him. But I could. That was the problem.”
Floored is the perfect combination of sweet romance, passion, heartfelt emotion, and humor. It isn’t a love at first sight story however; it is most definitely lust at first sight! At its core Floored is a testament to the fact that sometimes the unexpected can be just what you never knew you needed, it can also be so much better than what you thought you wanted. The pull between Erin and Charlie is undeniable. Try as they may, it’s a lost cause, especially when two people are meant for each other.
Melanie always gives us a HEA, and this one is incredibly sweet. I have absolutely adored this series, every book has been perfection and Floored is no exception. I adore the characters, their stories, their relationships, and their antics! I’ve come to love this world that Melanie has created, I’m praying their series has not come to a close, I’m not sure I’m ready to say to goodbye to the characters I’ve become addicted to!
“It’s the strangest feeling – to love someone this way.” He slid both hands down the sides of my ribs to the small of my back. “I want to protect you. Cherish you. Worship you.”


Title: Frenched (Frenched Series Book #1)

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Title: Yanked (Frenched Series Book #1.5)

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Title: Forked (Frenched Series Book #2)

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Melanie Harlow likes her martinis dry, her lipstick red, and her history with the naughty bits left in. She lifts her glass to readers and writers from her home near Detroit, MI.







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