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Missed Connection by K. Larsen & Mara White

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Twenty years weren’t enough for either of them to forget. 

A chance encounter, a missed connection. 

Two wayward stars that collided in a turbulent sky, at the right place, but at the wrong time in both of their lives. 

What happens when they meet again? Do the same unforgettable sparks still fly? 

Titan Jennings and Jesenia Van Buren may come from two different worlds but their hearts are open to second chances. No matter who or what may stand against them, love is what anchors their lives together. 

Love may be infinite but time is not, Missed Connection is a novel about making the very best you can with what little you’ve got.

BRANDI REVIEWS

5 STARS

I wasn't sure how I would handle this book. I went into it, eyes wide open, ready for a good old fashioned ugly cry. Note to self: don't read emotionally charged books with children around. They are guaranteed to ruin your ugly cry. 

Titan and Jess met many years ago at a diner. They found each other at a pivotal moment in their lives, but they could have absolutely no idea the impact they had on one another. Titan goes to the restroom. Jess flees.

Fast forward, like, twenty years or something insane and Jess is not so happily married. Titan and his son, Luke, are still suffering the loss of Titan's wife, which happened about 5 years prior to this story. 

So, Titan decides--really Luke decides for him and so does his deceased wife--that he should try to find this missed connection from many moons ago. Reconnect. Find her. Tell her thank you. He does just that. He posts an ad on Craigslist, it goes viral, Jess sees Titan on TV and hears their story being told. 

Just like that. These two have to reconnect. 

And reconnect they do. 

This story is full of love. The long-lost kind, the new kind, the heartbreaking, gut-wrenching kind, the parent/child kind. They all consuming love. It's all here. And it...is...beautiful.

I cried (well, as much as one could expect to cry when their 2 year old is demanding you turn on Doc--or was it Sophia?--kiss her foot, and hold her) and I laughed. Luke and Angie, Jess's daughter, are amazing. Probably the two best kids I've ever had the pleasure of reading. 

Want to cry? Read this. Want to laugh? Read this. Want to find that missed connection in your life? Do something about it. But mostly, read this book. It's a good one.

Bad Boy's Revenge by Sosie Frost

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Andrew Maddox wants revenge...

He’s the reason the small community of Saint Christie locks their doors at night. The tattooed bad boy lives on the wrong side of the tracks…when he isn’t behind bars. 

It was easy to fall for the sexy trouble-maker, and we once planned to start a new life and family together. But when a fire destroyed my family's candy shop, Maddox saved me only to be convicted for the arson. 

He spent a year in prison, and now he's out. Maddox wants me, and he's determined to make the baby I promised him. 

But the real arsonist still threatens us. The only way we’ll survive is if I can prove Maddox’s innocence and bring the criminal to justice. 

Before the man I love loses his life to revenge.

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4 STARS

An ARC was provided by the author in exchange for an honest review

"She fit with me. Or I crowded around her. I never knew the answer to that."

Bad Boy's Revenge is my second Sosie Frost book. I'm a fan of romantic suspense and this book did not disappoint! Love, betrayal, loss, and heartache can all be found in this book. I wasn't sure where it would lead or who the bad guy was and I absolutely love it when I can be surprised by an author's creativity. Sosie Frost surprised me! I thought I knew what was happening, but I didn't have a clue. 

Andrew Maddox is the town bad-boy. Every town has one, right? Weelllll, Maddox is that guy. 

Josie is the good-girl shop owner who loves to bake. Gotta have a good-girl too, right? 

Tropes over. 

I believe the following, taken straight from the book, best describes Maddox, "If fire came to life, it'd take the form of Andrew Maddox. Someone violent when uncontrolled, beautiful when tamed, and unpredictable and strong, even as the world attempted to extinguish it." 

He is beautiful. He is strong. And he wants his revenge. He lost a year of his life when he was found guilty of a crime he didn't commit. He knows two things: he didn't start the fire (cue catchy 80s song by Billy Joel) and he wants Josie back. 

As soon as he's released from prison, he goes straight to Josie. She knows he didn't start the fire (I can't stop using this line now) and she's ready to prove his innocence and put away the real arsonist. But first, Maddox. She has to protect him at all costs. What she can't seem to do is stay away from him. 

"He smiled. A look of vindication didn't belong in the bedroom. Good thing he pinned me to the hallway wall."

Yep. Commence the dirty, hot sex. There's plenty of it. And trust me when I say that Maddox doesn't do sweet. He even mentions it. Josie mentions it. So, the sex is dirty and it's all consuming and...yeah. Back to the book. *fans self*

Maddox knew he should stay away, Josie wanted him to stay away, but it just wasn't going to happen. 

"I had nothing to offer her. Hell, I was nothing. The only thing I promised her was a night of animalistic fucking, and I did my only deed well. But I wasn't looking to win her back. I only wanted to prove she hand't made a shitty mistake falling for me in the first place."

And when Josie continued to push him away and the skeezy mayor tried to pull her toward him (Gross. Thankyouverymuch.) Maddox started to crumble a bit on the inside, "...part of my mind shredded itself. It was forged together now, glued with testosterone and stitched with adrenaline."

So, let's recap: bad-boy, good-girl, hot sex, creepy mayor, crooked town, and all of this is located in Saint Christie--which gave me a distinct Stars Hollow feel, only corrupt. Did I mention this town is also a bit crazy? Trust me when I say you'll be laughing! The dogs! Oh my goodness, the dogs and their owners! "Most of the townsfolk were two cats short of a hoarders' documentary."

Sosie Frost, thank you for another awesome book. I look forward to all you do.

Worth The Fight (Hard To Love Book 1) by Vi Keeland

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It didn’t matter that the ref called it a clean hit. Nico Hunter would never be the same. 

Elle has a good life. A job she loves, a great apartment, and the guy she’s been dating for more than two years is a catch and a half. But it’s boring…and she strives to keep it that way. Too many emotions are dangerous. Her own past is living proof of what can happen when you lose control. 

Then Nico walks into Elle’s office and everything changes…for both of them. But what can the tattooed, hard-bodied MMA fighter and the beautiful and always steady attorney have in common? A lot more than they bargained for.

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4 STARS

Elle's the good girl, Nico is the bad boy. Let the tropes begin.

Okay, so it's a bit more complicated than that, but that is the premise. Don't get me wrong, I enjoyed the book. Nico and Elle are amazing together and as soon as Nico entered the scene I was all #TeamNico. Let's face it, the guy in the beginning is so ridiculously bland that I can't even remember his name. Super sweet guy, but we don't want super sweet without spark. And Nico has spark. And muscle. And a dirty, dirty mouth. So, all the things I'm looking for in a book boyfriend. 

I like a good fighter book--I blame Travis Maddox for that one--and this is a good fighter book. Nico hasn't been in the cage for over a year due to a tragic accident. Elle doesn't attend fights because it's a potential trigger for her. So, it's almost no surprise that the one and only fight she ever attended was the one fight that changed Nico's life. 

In all honesty, these two don't even try to fight their attraction. There is some hesitation and lots of running, but they both know they need each other. And Nico gets what he wants. Then again, so does Elle. She's quite persistent and stops at almost nothing. 

This is my first Vi Keeland solo book (I've read Cocky Bastard, written with Penelope Ward) and I was not disappointed. I will continue with the series to see what these men--and women--are up to in the future.

Faking It (UnReal Series Book 1) by J.D. Hollyfield

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Fake it till you make it. 

That’s Lexi Hall, the wild socialite’s motto for how to live life. 

Single and allergic to commitment, Lexi is having the time of her life. Or is she? With a new promotion at the art gallery, and her colorful lifestyle as bright as ever, she swears she has no interest in slowing down. When Lexi receives a phone call that can change her career, she pounces on the opportunity. But what this outgoing diva doesn’t plan for is her new client, the closed off, secluded artist, Hunter James. Fighting to draw the line between work and pleasure, it’s up to Lexi to figure out how to balance her fake life for something real. 

Hunter James is an artist without a muse. Lacking the beauty in his life that he craves, his art is beginning to suffer. Unfortunately for the mysterious artist, a past mistake also tarnishes his trust in women. Forced to take a meeting with an art gallery dealer, he accepts knowing he’ll turn her down. He turns them all down. But what he doesn’t anticipate is for the seductive bombshell to turn his world upside down. As his body and mind come alive, he vows to stop at nothing to have her on his canvas and in his bed. 

As Lexi’s life begins to brighten with the promise of something beautiful, can she stop faking it and find a reason to make it real? Or will Hunter’s past replace their light with darkness?

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4 STARS

I've never read a JD Hollyfield book before. I have no idea why it hasn't happened, but it hasn't. This book rectifies that situation and guarantees that I'll be grabbing another JD Hollyfield book as soon as I have time. 

This book is hilarious and sexy. Here's why it's hilarious:

"...the stranger danger hunk of pure sex.

I practically fall forward. Most likely because my vagina just tried to launch itself at him.

Am I bummed that he turned down the sexual escapade? Hell yes. I am sporting some major female version of blue balls right now. Would it be blue lips? Blue labia? Blue bean? Okay enough. You get the point. 

...every word out of his mouth is like a warming sensation that spreads down my whole body, leaving tingles in its path. It doesn't escape my attention that I'm also describing the effects of warming lube.

Just when I hope I die right here--because the world's most embarrassing date needs to end somehow--the olive chooses that opportunity to catapult out of my throat, out of my mouth, and bonk off Hunter.

"What was that? I can't hear you over the applauding and cheering coming from my vagina"

"Hey," I whisper loudly to Chrissy, "Dude, it's Cornelius. What do I do?" 

"Open the door and shoot him. Then come lay back down." 

Fool me once, shame on me. Fool me twice, shame on everyone else who gets caught in my wrath." 

Yep. Funny. Now for the few hottie hot scenes I highlighted:

"But the problem is I also can't stop imagining how good it would feel to fuck you up against that window over there, for the world to see. To thrust into you over and over. I ache to feel how warm you are inside. To take your perfect breasts into my mouth and suck on them until I can see my marks marring your impeccable skin."

"I want this body to ravage and bruise. To torment and please. But I want more than that. I meant it when I said I want all of you." 

So, want a funny, sexy read? Faking It is probably what you're looking for.

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Soulless by T.M. Frazier

 EXCERPT

"I'll deal with you when we get back to the house," Bear snapped, his words loaded with so many different meanings I trembled with both fear and anticipation. 

"You're going to deal with me?" I asked. "How are you going to deal with me?" My attitude and confidence faded with each word until the last was merely a whisper. 

"Yes, DEAL with you," Bear warned, suddenly pausing to take in my appearance. Slowly, from top to bottom, like he’d only just realized I was standing there. His eyelids hung heavy over his sapphire blues as he licked my body with his eyes, drinking me in like he was thirsty. 

No, not thirsty. 

Hungry.

When he licked his lips I could have sworn he was about to eat me alive. I tingled all over. The awareness of him in such close proximity after so long washed over me. Angry or not, my body didn’t care. I didn’t care. I wanted to reach out and touch his face, reassure him that he had no reason to be angry, but part of me liked that I could draw that kind of reaction from him. He came alive when he was pissed, and something inside me loved that he became this primal possessive beast out to remind me who it was I belonged to. 

Bear clenched his jaw and the muscles in his neck tensed and strained. He looked as if he were ready to either kill or fuck. All I knew was that, one way or another, I was about to de devoured. 

I pressed my thighs together, trying to manage the pulsing between my legs, but the contact only ignited it further. Bear chuckled and glanced down to where my ankles were crossed. He closed the gap between us in two short strides, taking me off guard. I stumbled backward, tripping over a lose rock in the road. he reached out and roughly grabbed my arm before I could fall, pulling me flush into his hard chest. His warm skin radiated through my thin dress. I bit my lip, suppressing a moan. My legs grew weaker and weaker as he lowered his head, inching closer and closer, until I was sure his lips were going to meet mine, when without warning he released my arm and spun away. "Get in the fucking truck, Ti," he called back to me. 

I stood there, unable to move, and trying to catch my breath while he headed over to King’s truck like that moment never passed between us. When he noticed I wasn’t behind him he growled and stalked back over to me. He grabbed me by the waist, his fingers digging into my skin. He lifted me up, my short dress bunching up over my butt cheeks and slung me over his shoulder like I was a rolled up rug.

Wack.

He slapped my ass with his open palm. Hard. The bite of the smack stung where I was sure he’d left his mark. He tossed me into the truck with a caveman grunt and slammed the door behind me. 

I was confused as all hell. 

I was so angry. 

I was also elated. 

I was in lust so hard that I was in physical pain. 

I was really fucking angry. 

I was head over heels in love. 

Motherfucker.

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T.M. Frazier is a USA TODAY bestselling author. She resides in sunny Southwest Florida with her husband and young daughter. When she's not writing she loves talking to her readers, country music, reading, and traveling. Her debut novel, The Dark Light of Day was published in September of 2013 and when she started writing it she intended for it to be a light beachy romance. Well...it has a beach in it!

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Series - Happy Crazy Love #3

Genre - Contemporary Romance

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On the surface, I have it all—a career I adore, a loving family, the Nixon metabolism but not the Nixon ears, and a salary that supports my lavish taste in designer shoes, fine wine, and lacy lingerie…but I have no one to share it with.

Until the day I run into him—my one night stand from college with the cocky smile, let’s-get-out-of-here eyes, and dirty, dirty mouth. 

Levi Brooks is six feet four inches of hot bearded fantasy. A sexy single dad with broad shoulders, strong hands, and a fantastically big…heart. (I mean, it’s massive. And generous. And it pumps so hard… um. Sorry. Lost my place.)

But he lives for his son, and he's keeping me at a distance because he thinks I deserve someone better—a man who can give me more time, more attention, more of himself. He doesn’t believe he could ever be enough.

But he's wrong.

He’s everything.

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My Review (Angie)

When you are given a chance to read an advanced readers copy of a Melanie Harlow book you jump on it!

“I’ll take one tall, dark and handsome with a steady job and a good sense of humor – oh, not the six inch, the footlong. Thanks.” 

5 STARS 
Some Sort of Love is the third book in a series that not only continues to feed my never ending addiction for all books Harlow but also gut punched me in the feels.

Jillian is the sister that has a fabulous and rewarding career, she’s a pediatrician, and she has a beautiful home as well as a family that she adores. Her sisters, Skylar and Natalie have found their happily ever after complete with their very own versions of prince charming, but Jillian’s prince still eludes her. Dating is not easy for her, she has a demanding job, but she loves it all the same yet she is missing that one person she can share it all with it. She is sick and beyond tired of always being asked why she is single and when she will get married and start a family of her very own. She wants that, very much and every time she has to engage in that conversation it makes her doubt herself. Is she too picky? Will she ever find that person she can share her hopes, dreams, and accomplishments with? Is there something wrong with her? Attending yet another family function and watching her sisters with their perfect men is hard for Jillian, she is beyond happy for her sisters, they deserve happiness, and she adores them but it’s painful for her. 

Literally running into a man from her past is going to change everything. Could Levi be “the one”? She remembers their sexy and risqué hook up like it was yesterday, even now ten years later it still gives her the tingles. When she comes face to face with him after all this time, parts of Jillian reawaken to sit up to beg in ways they haven’t in a very long time. What’s even better, Levi remembers Jillian just as fondly, and he seems just as intrigued and attracted to her as she is to him. 

“Harry Potter fan, huh? So what are the chances that I can Slytherin to your chamber of secrets tonight?”

Levi is now a successful architect and a deeply devoted single dad to a very special 8 year old boy. That little boy, Scotty is the center of Levi’s world and his soul priority. He has been since the day he entered this world. The feelings that emerge when he lays eyes on Jillian both excite him and terrify him in equal measures. Levi like Jillian is lonely in many ways, and he craves that great love, but how do you balance a romantic relationship with a son and a career? A son who has some very special needs…

“Scotty was the love of my life and always would be, and whenever I felt the slightest bit resentful about something I couldn’t do because of him, that resentment was immediately crushed by shame.”

Melanie Harlow tackles some very tough subjects in Some Sort of Love, just as she did with the previous two books in this series, OCD and anxiety, now in Some Sort of Love she tackles an even tougher subject, it’s going to affect you. You’d have to be broken for it not to. I’m not going to go into detail, this review will remain spoiler free as it should, but I will say this, be prepared to get weepy. Levi and his son’s relationship is extremely touching and heartwarming, but it is also complicated, challenging and unique. I’m not sure how Melanie ever conceived the idea for this story but it fits seamlessly into this series, its perfection. Creating a story that is not only extremely sexy and intense, but also emotional and gut wrenching. Jillian and Levi’s love story is complicated and addictive. 

“This feeling, this incredible wanting, and knowing I was wanted in return, felt like magic. I didn’t want to look behind the curtain just yet.”

“It would be so much easier if I just wanted sex – but I didn’t. I wanted more. Did she?”

Some Sort of Love is jam packed with off the charts sexy and tingle inducing scenes; but it’s also overflowing with feels. It made my heart race and pound and the next moment my heart ached, sunk and broke. I was left with the question of how they could ever make it work, it seemed like they would never get it together. But in Melanie we must trust right? I should have known that she would never let me down and she didn’t. She found a beautiful and touching way to bring Jillian and Levi’s story full circle, just as she always does. Not only do we get our happily ever after for Jillian and Levi but we also get glimpses into Skyler and Natalie’s as well. Revisiting many characters from her previous books and series Melanie gives readers the delightful treat of more. And what book lover doesn’t want that? Every time I read a book from this author I find myself totally engrossed and invested, Some Sort of Love was no different. I started it and couldn’t put it down. I devoured Some Sort of Love and I’m willing to lay money on the fact that you will too. Get the tissues, the wine, some ice and a bag of chocolate ready before you begin this one, it will help, and when you finish you will feel not only overjoyed but satisfied in all the best ways. Thank you Melanie for yet another story that made me blush, sigh, swoon, and sniffle. 

“I needed to show him love, and make him feel like he deserved it – because he did.”

In Melanie I trust. Pinkie Promise.

My Review (Brandi)

4 STARS

Okay, I'll admit it: I wanted to read this because of the sexy beast on the cover, but then again, who wouldn't? Franggy is magnificent and somehow he just made it into a book review. That man is perfect. Anyway, that is neither here nor there. Just know that I do judge books by their covers. Let it be known that this is a Fan-fucking-tastic cover. 

Okay, so on to the book. 

Jillian is the oldest Nixon sister and the last to find love. 

Levi is a HBSDILTF. 'Nuff said. Don't know what that means? That's cool, I'll break it down for you: Hot Bearded Single/Super/Sexy/Spectacular Dad I'd Like To Fuck. You see how the 'S' could mean any number of words? Yeah, fill it in as you see fit.

Okay, so back to Jillian. She's a pediatrician, works long hours, lives alone, and listens to everyone criticize her because she hasn't met the one yet.

Levi is raising his 8 year old son by himself. His autistic son. He is also an architect and he has a beard. That's important because not only is it HAWT, but his son also likes it. That's important.

Levi and Jillian run into each other at Sebastian and Skylar's wedding. Literally. Jillian turns around and slams right into Levi. Awesomesauce!! They have met before! Sparks fly, texts happen, let the sexy time commence.

Okay, so it doesn't all happen on one night, but it does happen and it is sooo goood. I know because Jillian told me. She also told Skylar and Natalie. So, we all know and I'm not ruining anything for you.

In great effort to not spoiler the shit out of this review let's just say that some stuff happens. Levi pushes Jillian away and he pulls her back. Repeatedly. Or maybe just once. Either way, it happens and both are miserable without each other. Both realize that their feelings didn't just develop overnight. Both also admit to the amazing connection that they had 11--yes, 11--years prior to their encounter at the wedding. This relationship develops quickly, but it deals with some serious issues.

I appreciate the fact that Melanie Harlow tackles tough issues. Like she took on OCD and anxiety in Some Sort of Happy, she takes on autism in this book. She also takes on single parenting, being 30 and single, and navigating the difficulties of dating while raising a child alone.

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“So.” I glanced out the windows to the patio. “You want to go back out there?”

“Not really,” she said.

“You want to get out of here?”

She grinned. “Yeah. I do.”

I watched her rush up the stairs to get her things, and as soon as she was out of sight, I adjusted myself in my pants. My dick had jumped to life the second she said yeah, I do, as if the question had been you want to get naked and fuck? rather than something much less suggestive. Not that I didn’t want to get naked and fuck—hopefully I’d last a little longer than I had in the broom closet eleven years ago—but I didn’t want to make her feel like that’s what I expected. She wasn’t a horny nineteen-year-old college student anymore; she was a doctor, for fuck’s sake. She was beautiful and smart and mature and sophisticated, and a woman like her did not want some Neanderthal who probably needed a haircut and a new pair of shoes to throw her up against a wall for a five-minute fuck.

A woman like that deserved attention all night long. She deserved someone who would undress her slowly and delight in each new inch of her skin as it was revealed. Someone who would run his hands all over her body and find out where she liked to be touched, how she liked to be touched, what she wanted to hear whispered to her in the dark. Someone who would wrap those gloriously long legs around his neck and use his tongue until she begged for his cock, then use his cock until she begged for mercy.

Fuck. I could be that guy.

Except I couldn’t be. Not tonight. Because I wasn’t a horny college student anymore either—I was just a horny single dad who didn’t have the luxury of taking a woman home and lavishing all my time and attention on her the way I wanted to.

As soon as I had the thought, I felt guilty. Scotty was the love of my life and always would be, and whenever I felt the slightest bit resentful about something I couldn’t do because of him, that resentment was immediately crushed by shame. He didn’t ask to be born wired differently, into a terrible relationship, to a mother who would decide she couldn’t handle being a parent, to a father who wasn’t prepared for any of it. He was completely innocent, and he needed me to be a better man.

Running a hand through my hair, I exhaled and wondered if I should ask Jillian for a raincheck on a night when Scotty’s usual sitter could be there. If he woke up again and I wasn’t home yet, he might never get back to sleep. We’d be up all night, tomorrow would be miserable, and the whole start to the week would be off.

But she was so beautiful. And I hadn’t been this attracted to someone in so long.

“Fuck,” I muttered, checking my watch. What was the right thing to do? If she were a different sort of woman, if her brother-in-law weren’t my friend and client, if we lived three states apart…if any number of circumstances were changed, I’d grab her hand, drag her out to my car, and spend the next thirty minutes fucking her brains out in the back seat. It would feel so good to take control that way, to lose control that way, to release some of this fucking tension. But was that fair to her?

My phone buzzed in my pocket.

“Hello?”

“He’s up again.” Monica’s voice was strained, and in the background I heard the familiar keening of a nighttime meltdown. My chest hurt, the way it always did when Scotty was upset.

“Shit. OK, I’m on my way. Twenty minutes, OK? Thirty at the most.”

“OK.”

“Tell him he can play on his iPad.”

“That’ll just rile him up more. He’s tired. He needs to go to sleep.”

I clenched my fist. “Just do it, OK? It will help calm him until I get there.”

As I ended the call, I heard footsteps above, and then Jillian appeared at the top of the stairs carrying a small suitcase. I watched her descend, the tightness in my chest growing. Also the tightness in my pants. “Hey.”

“Hey,” she said, her face concerned as she reached the ground and saw my expression. She set down the suitcase. “What’s up?”

Sighing, I put my phone back in my pocket. “I have to get home. Scotty woke up and he’s upset.”

“Oh.” She tried to hide it, but I saw the disappointment in her eyes.

“I’m really sorry. I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

“That’s OK. I understand.”

“Can I call you?”

“Of course.” She smiled, and her lips looked so soft and inviting, I took a step closer.

If you kiss her, it will be that much harder to leave.

I knew it was the truth, but I couldn’t help myself. One kiss. Just one. And then I’ll go. I moved even closer and took her head in my hands.

The curve of her smile deepened. “What are you doing?”

“I’m thinking about kissing you.”

“Stop thinking.”

I lowered my lips to hers and let them rest there, fully intending the kiss to be short and sweet, just a goodnight.

But I couldn’t break it off. I wanted more—I wanted to taste her. Slanting my head, I changed the angle of the kiss, teasing her mouth open with mine, slipping my tongue between her lips. A little sigh escaped her, and my dick jumped to life again.

You have to go, you have to go, you have to go.

But her hands were moving up my chest and my fingers were sliding into her soft brown hair and I could smell something sweet and citrusy on her skin and it mingled with the taste of whiskey on my tongue and oh God, I wanted my tongue everywhere on her body. I wanted make her come with it just so I could hear that little sigh again and again and again. And I wanted to feel my hands in her hair just like this while she got on her knees and took my cock between her lips, looking up at me with those big blue eyes…

Groaning, I forced myself to take my lips off her before I completely lost my senses. “God, I wish I could stay,” I said, resting my forehead against hers. “I wish a lot of things.”

“I know.” She played with my tie again. “I wish I was taking this tie off you, not straightening it.”

“What a coincidence, that’s one of my wishes too.”

She laughed and kissed me quickly. “Another time, maybe. You better go.”

MEET MELANIE...

Melanie Harlow likes her martinis dry, her heels high, and her history with the naughty bits left in. When she's not writing or reading, she gets her kicks from TV series like VEEP, Game of Thrones, House of Cards, and Homeland. She occasionally runs three miles, but only so she can have more gin and steak.

Melanie is the author of the HAPPY CRAZY LOVE series, the FRENCHED series, and the sexy historical SPEAK EASY duet, set in the 1920s. She lifts her glass to romance readers and writers from her home near Detroit, MI, where she lives with her husband, two daughters, and pet rabbit.

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Own the Wind (Chaos Book 1) 

by Kristen Ashley

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5 STARS - I'm totally hooked now, there is no going back. Own the Wind is intense, addictive and totally SEXY!!!

“He didn’t have to take it, she gave it. He took it anyway.”

First let me start by saying I’m totally embarrassed to admit as a hard-core romance bookworm and blogger that this is only my second Kristen Ashley book ever. The first one was Rock Chick and that was quite a while ago. I loved it, and was hooked on this author’s style of writing but with over 900 books on my kindle my Kristen Ashley books seem to always get buried and that in itself is a horrendous tragedy. I stumbled upon Own the Wind on a night when I was once again at a loss, as to which book to read next and I dove in. This entire series revolves around a motor cycle club, its members, their families and their love interests. 

“The second his eyes hit that flag, he felt his life take shape.”

Own the Wind centers around Tack the Chaos Motor Cycle club’s president’s daughter, Tabatha. Hopefully that sentence makes sense… Tabby is no stranger to the life of the MC; she after all has spent her entire life living surrounded by the lifestyle. She has had feelings for Shy Cage for as long as she can remember, but the issue, he doesn’t even know she exists or so she believes anyway. She runs a bit wild in her youth but after a conversation on night that does not sit well with her, Tabby changes how she spends her time, and who she spends it with. When she goes out on her own finally, she meets another man. One that is totally unfamiliar to the life that she has always lead, and he opens up a whole new world for her. Falling into love with a man so totally different to everything she has ever known is life changing. But when tragedy strikes and Tabby’s world is rocked, everything shifts yet again. Devastated in her grief she withdraws and is consumed in her grief for a time. When she emerges and Shy reappears in her life, for the first time in a long time it feels like she may be able to live again.

“She wouldn’t want to see him now. She never wanted to see him. But he had to do something. He wasn’t her family. But she was his.”

Shy and Tabby’s chemistry is electric, it could not and would not be denied. They have known each other for years, but Tabby is and always will be the MCs president’s daughter and Shy will always be a brother. The MC is very important to Shy and his brother’s mean the world to him. Tabby is now a nurse and Shy is a biker who works in a garage and auto supply store owned and operated by Chaos. Their lives could not be more different…yet they are the same. 

“Shy was giving me back me. He was guiding me to healing.”

This series draws you in, the characters are deep and layered, and the way they are written allows you to feel like you truly know them. Their thoughts and feelings are on display and it made me begin to fall very early on in the story. By the end I was totally and completely in love. Tabby and Shy’s story is not one that I would consider insta love. Although both of them are intensely attracted from the very beginning to one another their relationship builds over time and it’s intense. It’s touching and a little dramatic but most importantly it feels authentic and not at all forced. The writing in this book is fantastic and it reeled me in. Once I sunk into this book I had a very hard time putting it down and when I did I felt angry because I couldn’t just stay immersed among the pages.

“Gotta say, baby,” he murmured. “You’re beautiful always but you’re seriously fuckin’ beautiful when you’re takin’ me.”

I LOVED this book; I fell in love with ALL of it. The characters and their quirks, all of them even the supporting characters were fabulous and I love that there are other books in this series for me to read and love, focusing on the others in and around Chaos. I loved that there was a perfect amount of heat and sexiness to balance out the drama and tension. There is humor and romance; it has a little bit of everything for everyone who loves reading romance. If you’ve not yet started this series or heard of it, I highly recommend it, I enjoyed every minute of this book and I’ve already picked up Fire Inside, I cannot wait to start it, it’s going to be my next read. 

Fantastic writing, fabulous characters, motorcycles and danger, UBER hot sexy scenes, it’s a Kristen Ashley book for CS, what’s not to love? I mean really… GET CLICKING!!!!! 

“I never dreamed any fuckin’ dream,” he whispered, and the smile faded from her face as tears filled her eyes. She understood him. "Shy-" “Didn’t dream it, saw it, waited my time and then you gave it to me.”

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Redemptive (Combative Book 2) 

by Jay McLean

 

RELEASE DATE -- Tick Tock

BLURB

It's said that your life flashes before your eyes when you die. 

It must only happen to those whose lives were worthy.

Clearly, mine was not. 

The only thing that happened to me was a repeat of what I thought was my death. The blast of the gun as it went off. The loss of my breath as two hundred pounds of dead weight dropped on top of me. And then darkness. 

This replayed over and over. 

When the guy squatted down next to me and asked if I was hurt, the only thing I could see, feel, hear, were those few seconds. Even now, as I sat in the back of a blacked out van—it was the only thing that ran through my mind. 

Gunshot, breath, darkness.

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We all play victims to our pasts; to the choices we make and the lives we create. 

They define who we are.
And sometimes if we're lucky enough, the past stays where it belongs: in the past.
I'm not one of the lucky ones.
I never have been.
Because now the past is knocking on my door, offering deals I have no choice but to take… deals that will help bring justice—not just for me, but for my brothers.

The problem? 

The deal is a ticking time bomb.
One I didn't know existed.

Tick.
Tock.

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Jay McLean is an international best-selling author and full-time reader, writer of New Adult Romance, as well as skilled procrastinator. When she's not doing any of those things, she can be found running after her two little boys, playing house and binge watching Netflix. She writes what she loves to read, which are books that can make her laugh, make her hurt and make her feel.

Jay lives in the suburbs of Melbourne, Australia, in a forever half-done home where music is loud and laughter is louder.

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