Friday, January 19, 2018

#BlogTour #Review: Sex, Not Love by Vi Keeland

 


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My relationship with Hunter Delucia started backwards. We met at a wedding—him sitting on the groom’s side, me sitting on the bride’s. Stealing glances at each other throughout the night, there was no denying an intense, mutual attraction. I caught the bouquet; he caught the garter. Hunter held me tightly while we danced and suggested we explore the chemistry sparking between us. His blunt, dirty mouth should’ve turned me off. But for some crazy reason, it had the opposite effect on me. We ended up back in my hotel room. The next morning, I headed home to New York leaving him behind in California with the wrong number. I thought about him often, but after my last relationship, I’d sworn off of charming, cocky, gorgeous-as-sin men. A year later, Hunter and I met again at the birth of our friends’ baby. Our attraction hadn't dulled one bit. After a whirlwind trip, he demanded a real phone number this time. So I left him with my mother’s—she could scare away any man with her talks of babies and marriage—and flew back home. I’d thought it was funny, until the following week when he rang the bell at Mom’s house for Sunday night dinner. The crazy, gorgeous man had won over my mother and taken an eight-week assignment in my city. He proposed we spend that time screwing each other out of our systems. Eight weeks of mind-blowing sex with no strings attached? What did I have to lose? Nothing, I thought. It’s just sex, not love. But you know what they say about the best laid plans…  

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 REVIEW
     
 Sex, not Love by Vi Keeland was amazing! Keeland brought out so many emotions and handle some very difficult situations with tact and honesty. I loved these characters and loved the way Keeland brought her reader into the storyline from the very beginning. Definitely one I’ll be reading again!
“Life isn’t about the big win. It’s about the person you call first to tell that you’ve won.”


Review by Darlene 


About the Author


Vi Keeland is a #1 New York Times and #1 Wall Street Journal Bestselling author. With millions of books sold, her titles have appeared in over eighty Bestseller lists and are currently translated in nineteen languages. She lives in New York with her husband and their three children where she is living out her own happily ever after with the boy she met at age six.  



 Other books from Vi Keeland

 Standalone novels 

 Beautiful Mistake 
Amazon eBook http://amzn.to/2uoeoJN 

Egomaniac 

Bossman 

The Baller 
Amazon: amzn.to/1PBF2hG

Left Behind
 (A Young Adult Novel) 

 Life on Stage series (2 standalone books) 

Beat 

Throb 

 MMA Fighter series 
(3 standalone books) 

Worth the Fight 

 Worth the Chance 

Worth Forgiving 

The Cole Series
 (2 book serial) 

Belong to You 

Made for You 

Co-written novels 

 Cocky Bastard 

Stuck-Up Suit 

Playboy Pilot 

 Mister Moneybags 
 Barnes & Noble http://smarturl.it/kx7h8m 

 Dear Bridget, I Want You 

Thursday, January 18, 2018

#BlogTour #Review: Sex, Not Love by Vi Keeland

 


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My relationship with Hunter Delucia started backwards. We met at a wedding—him sitting on the groom’s side, me sitting on the bride’s. Stealing glances at each other throughout the night, there was no denying an intense, mutual attraction. I caught the bouquet; he caught the garter. Hunter held me tightly while we danced and suggested we explore the chemistry sparking between us. His blunt, dirty mouth should’ve turned me off. But for some crazy reason, it had the opposite effect on me. We ended up back in my hotel room. The next morning, I headed home to New York leaving him behind in California with the wrong number. I thought about him often, but after my last relationship, I’d sworn off of charming, cocky, gorgeous-as-sin men. A year later, Hunter and I met again at the birth of our friends’ baby. Our attraction hadn't dulled one bit. After a whirlwind trip, he demanded a real phone number this time. So I left him with my mother’s—she could scare away any man with her talks of babies and marriage—and flew back home. I’d thought it was funny, until the following week when he rang the bell at Mom’s house for Sunday night dinner. The crazy, gorgeous man had won over my mother and taken an eight-week assignment in my city. He proposed we spend that time screwing each other out of our systems. Eight weeks of mind-blowing sex with no strings attached? What did I have to lose? Nothing, I thought. It’s just sex, not love. But you know what they say about the best laid plans…  

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 REVIEW
     
I’m an emotional reader. While it’s true that I like my books with a little sugar and spice, I also like a story and its characters to move me, to touch my heart and soul.

Keeland is the kind of author that gets the reader’s emotions involved from the get go. It might be lite at first, a little humor, the sexual attraction between two characters, but little by little as the story develops, she reveals the complexity of the characters, their depth and that of their journey.

Hunter Delucia and Natalia Rossi are great examples of don’t judge books by their covers. They seem like two happy go lucky individuals, but they both have histories, some of it heartbreaking, some of it of the unforgivable and unforgettable kind. But through it all, and above all, they are survivors. Two people that are destined to teach each other to live life at its fullest because today is all we have.

“You look in the rearview mirror too often, sometimes you miss what’s right in front of you.”

This story deals with a couple tough subject matters but the author did a brilliant job incorporating them into the story with dignity and respect.

Once again Vi Keeland moved me to my core, made me laugh, made me cry, and gifted me with what most likely will be one of the best books I’ll read this year.
  


Review by Janett


About the Author


Vi Keeland is a #1 New York Times and #1 Wall Street Journal Bestselling author. With millions of books sold, her titles have appeared in over eighty Bestseller lists and are currently translated in nineteen languages. She lives in New York with her husband and their three children where she is living out her own happily ever after with the boy she met at age six.  



 Other books from Vi Keeland

 Standalone novels 

 Beautiful Mistake 
Amazon eBook http://amzn.to/2uoeoJN 

Egomaniac 

Bossman 

The Baller 
Amazon: amzn.to/1PBF2hG

Left Behind
 (A Young Adult Novel) 

 Life on Stage series (2 standalone books) 

Beat 

Throb 

 MMA Fighter series 
(3 standalone books) 

Worth the Fight 

 Worth the Chance 

Worth Forgiving 

The Cole Series
 (2 book serial) 

Belong to You 

Made for You 

Co-written novels 

 Cocky Bastard 

Stuck-Up Suit 

Playboy Pilot 

 Mister Moneybags 
 Barnes & Noble http://smarturl.it/kx7h8m 

 Dear Bridget, I Want You 

Tuesday, January 16, 2018

#ReleaseBlitz: Sky's the Limit by Elle Aycart






























































































Tired of waiting for her big break in the fashion industry, Sky Gonzalez, eternal part-time student and overworked retail drone, quits her job, sublets her New York apartment, and embarks on a semester abroad study program in Paris. Paris! Time to throw caution to the winds and jump-start her dreams. What’s the worst that could happen?

How about getting sent to the wrong Paris? As in Paris-frigging-Minnesota?

Bye-bye career dreams. Bye-bye glamour and haute couture. Hello flannel shirts, mind-numbing cold, zero bars on the cell phone, and socially challenged mountain men with tons of unruly facial hair.

So yeah, let the truck barreling her way hit her, please. Less painful.


Logan should have dodged the little lost waif and kept on driving. Who in their right mind walked in the middle of the road, dressed in white from head to high heels, during a snowstorm? Clueless city girls, that's who. Sky is all that Logan has gladly left behind: stylish, cosmopolitan, and a massive pain in the butt. He wouldn’t trade a single day in his quirky little corner of the woods for all the high-maintenance beauties the city can offer.

Too bad this beauty has been deemed a health hazard and quarantined in his house. Damn his doomsday-prepper neighbors and their paranoid emergency protocols. Now he has to keep Sky in and the pandemic squad out until the roads are clear. The question is, will that happen before or after Sky realizes she's under house arrest?




Ah, the best-laid plans...






































This was so not happening. “Are you serious?” Sky choked out.
“I’m afraid so. I’ll make it up to you later, I swear. Get dressed.” Logan reached for the keys, unlocked one cuff, freed her from the headboard, and jumped off the bed. “Dark clothes. Camo if you’ve got it.”
She snorted, sitting up. “You’re joking, right? The closest I’ve gotten to camo was watching—with contempt, I might add—an episode of Duck Dynasty.”
“Black sweatpants then.”
Sure, like she had packed that for Paris. The only sweatpants she had were gold and pink. Prada, spring collection.
“Where’s the key for the cuffs?” she asked, looking around.
“I left it on the bed,” Logan shouted from the closet.
Sky patted the bedsheets but no luck. “Can’t find it.”
Logan came back carrying a big rucksack. He left it on the floor and lifted the bedcovers. No key. “Maybe it fell on the floor?”
Sky pointed at the rucksack, ominously similar to the ones she’d seen the 10K participants carry. “Don’t tell me. Bug-out bag?”
“Bug-out bag. We need to hurry. They time these drills. If we mess up their schedule, we won’t ever live it down. Get ready. I’ll search for the key.”
Where had she gone wrong? She’d had a nice, comfortable city life. Friday meant cosmopolitans, sexy clothes, and a fancy date with dinner and dancing. Hot sex if she was lucky. Now? She was in the middle of nowhere, getting ready for an evacuation drill, her mascara down her chest, her hair a mess, and her clit hurting like a bitch from not coming. No dinner. No dancing.
She heard the front door opening and a woman yelling, “Logan! Move it! Where are you?”
“My sister got tired of waiting outside.”
“Forget the key and go meet her downstairs,” Sky urged him. “Before she gets in here. Or worse, before Arnie attacks her.”
“Fuck.” Logan grabbed the bag and dashed out of the room. “We’re coming! Go back to the car. Give us a minute.”
“You got thirty seconds,” was the annoyed reply.
Sky pulled the first long-sleeved-shirt she could find over herself, hoping to cover the cuffs hanging from one wrist. It was Logan’s, so it went down to her knees. Whatever. She ran to her room and put on the pink-and-gold sweatpants and the black-and-red rubber boots. Jesus Christ, talk about hillbillying it.
She dashed downstairs. Logan was holding the front door for her. Outside, the horn on a big, black truck was blaring.
“About time,” said the driver, a gruff man dressed in camo, as they jumped in the vehicle. A woman with pixie-cut hair, also wearing camo, was riding shotgun. Megan, Logan’s sister, Sky presumed.
“If you batshit wackos would schedule your damn drills at a more reasonable hour, or let us know beforehand, this wouldn’t happen,” Logan snapped back.
“It wouldn’t be much of an emergency evacuation drill if we gave notice beforehand, would it?” the pixie lady said.

























































After a colorful array of jobs all over Europe ranging from translator to chocolatier to travel agent to sushi chef to flight dispatcher, Elle Aycart is certain of one thing and one thing only: aside from writing romances, she has abso-frigging-lutely no clue what she wants to do when she grows up. Not that it stops her from trying all sorts of crazy stuff. While she is probably now thinking of a new profession, her head never stops churning new plots for her romances. She lives currently in Barcelona, Spain, with her husband and two daughters, although who knows, in no time she could be living at the Arctic Circle in Finland, breeding reindeer.

Elle loves to hear from readers!

elleaycart@gmail.com




















Monday, January 15, 2018

#ReleleaseBlitz #Review: Scoring Mr. Romeo by A.M. Madden and Joanne Schwehm

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Scoring Mr. Romeo  
by A.M. Madden and Joanne Schwehm  
Release Date: January 15th, 2018  
Genre: Contemporary Romance

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Here’s a tip: never underestimate romance.
Falling in love was the furthest thing from my mind. I’m a single mother raising a strong little boy, and he is my one and only priority.
The universe felt otherwise, sending me―actually, my son’s soccer ball―hurdling toward a stunningly handsome, perfect man, who said all the right things. He made it hard to ignore how much I missed romance.
In the past, when I met a man, they ran as soon as they heard I was a widow with a child. Not this guy. No, he fell in love with my son, and in turn my son fell in love with him. But, it was hard to believe he felt the same about me. My job was to be the strong one―to protect our hearts from sweet dreams that never lasted.
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Women told me I was a master of romance. They were right. I knew how to sweep a woman off her feet, to make her feel special, and good in all the right places. I wasn’t a saint. I’ve had my share of one-night stands. They served their purpose, giving me a steady diet of romance without the hassle of commitment.
Then one day at the park, a soccer ball came careening toward my head, and my life changed in an instant. I never imagined that true love would come in the form of a five-year-old little boy. And then I got to know his mother: She was strong, independent, drop-dead gorgeous, and someone I desired - I just needed to prove it to her.
She called me Mr. Romeo, and that was fine with me.
Lesson learned: Love always trumps everything.


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Review
 
While it seems that most books out there are portraying alpha males as their main hero, is always refreshing to find that sweet, honest to goodness character that's always ready to go the extra mile for his heroine and those he loves.

Enter Luca Benedetto. I can honestly say that I've never swooned so hard after a character all the years I've been reading. Luca is perfection personified. He has a career he loves and friends that he adores and would do anything for. While he wasn't planning on having any kind of relationship or even going as far as to falling in love, he knew there was something missing in his life. A crazy encounter with a young single mom and her little boy and Luca starts comprehending exactly what was missing from his life.

I love, love, love how he understood Sabrina from the get go, he accepted her past and embraced her present which included her sweet little boy. He never pushed her and he showed her every step of the way how a woman should be treated, how she should be cherished, how she should be loved. Luca and Sabrina's story is the slow burn kind and it fits the characters perfectly. But not only did Luca fell for and conquered Sabrina's heart, he also fell for her boy, Mikey. He became Mikey's father figure in a way and I was in awe of the unconditional love and support he provided to that little boy.

While I really liked the first two installments of this series, Scoring Mr. Romeo is the icing on a very delicious cake created by the dynamic duo that is Madden and Schwehm. The ladies outdid themselves with this story, with the characters, creating the perfect combination of sweetness, tenderness, sensuality and sexiness. Luca Benedetto is the type of character that stays with you because he is the type of man that any girl would wish for in real life.

This book is simply the definition of romance done right as well as the right way to write a great male hero. I applaud the authors for bringing such a magnificent hero to life, for creating a real gentleman who doesn't need to show dominance in order to show his leading lady that he's interested, for letting us all know that it's ok for a man to show his feelings without losing his masculinity.

Scoring Mr. Romeo is simply extraordinary. Highly recommended!!!


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Meet the Authors

A.M. Madden
A.M. Madden is a USA Today bestselling published author with Loveswept/Random House as well as Ever After Romance.
A.M. is a wife, a mother, an avid reader of romance novels, and now an author.
“It’s all about the HEA.”
A.M. Madden is the author of the popular Back-Up Series, as well as several other contemporary romances. She is also a published author with Loveswept/Random House.
Her debut novel was Back-up, the first in The Back-Up Series. In Back-Up, A.M.’s main character Jack Lair caused readers to swoon. They call themselves #LairLovers, and have been faithful supporters to Jack, as well to the rest of his band, Devil’s Lair.
A.M. truly believes that true love knows no bounds. In her books, she aspires to create fun, sexy, realistic romances that will stay with you after the last page has been turned. She strives to create characters that the reader can relate to and feel as if they know personally.
A self-proclaimed hopeless romantic, she loves getting lost in a good book. She also uses every free moment of her time writing, while spending quality time with her three handsome men. A.M. is a Gemini and an Italian Jersey girl, but despite her Zodiac sign, nationality, or home state, she is very easy going.
She loves the beach, loves to laugh, and loves the idea of love.

Connect with A.M. Madden
Twitter: @ammadden1 GoodReads: https://goo.gl/bcGFTv 
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Joanne Schwehm
Joanne is a mother and wife and loves spending time with her family. She’s an avid sports watcher and enjoys the occasional round of golf.
Joanne loves to write and read romance. She believes everyone should have romance in their lives and hopes her books bring joy and happiness to readers who enjoy modern day fairy tales and breathless moments.
She is an independent romance author and has written several contemporary romance novels, including The Prescott Series, Ryker, A Heart’s Forgiveness, The Critic and The Chance series.
Joanne looks forward to sharing more love stories in her future novels.

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Friday, January 12, 2018

#BlogTour #Review: Something so Irresistible by Natasha Madison





















































































Max Horton

They call me an outcast like it's a bad thing.

An asshole byproduct of a shitty upbringing. I don't care about anything except myself and my little sister.

I will always protect what’s mine.

With one year left on my hockey contract I'm keeping my head down and my eyes on the goal.

A collision, with her, changes my entire existence.







Allison Grant

Never fall in love with a sports star. That's what my stepfather always said. He told me athletes are complicated and moody—that the higher their paycheck, the lower their morals.

As public relations for the New York Stingers I know exactly what he means, but I can’t seem to say no to a friendship with one beautiful, damaged man.

What started out as hate turned into something else.

We tried to stay away, to keep our distance, but the pull was too strong.

Something forbidden turned into something so irresistible.

























“You may now kiss the bride,” Judge Reynolds says right before Max grabs my face in both of his hands.

“I love you,” he whispers, then his lips land on mine, gently and full of love.

My hands go to his waist as I close my eyes and take in the safety of my husband.



“I love you with everything that I am,” he murmurs against my lips. I smile and look into his crystal blue eyes.

“I love you more,” I say. He lets go of my face and we shake the judge’s hand. He grabs my hand and we walk out of his chambers while my chiffon train trails us.



Max proposed to me three hours ago. He got down on one knee and vowed to love me and only me till his last dying breath while I stood there in the middle of the shark reef in the Mandalay Bay. It took me two seconds before I nodded and got down on my knees with him, buried my face into his chest, and cried from happiness. I was completely and utterly in love with him. And not one person in my family knew. Well, none of the men knew. But this isn’t about them. This is about me, about Max, about how he took my heart into his hand and treated it like delicate crystal, making sure he bubble wrapped it to keep it safe.



Now here I am, watching my husband dressed in a black tux hold my hand and me in my two-piece lace dress. It is beaded from my collar all the way down. It ties around my neck but leaves my back bare. My arms are also bare. A gold belt ties the second part of the dress, floor-length split chiffon. My legs slip out while I walk, showing off my something blue, which is my Carrie Bradshaw Blue Manolo Blahnik.



As soon as the door to the chapel opens, my chiffon dress blows up almost like Marilyn Monroe’s, the hustle and bustle of Las Vegas almost non-existent since we are off the Strip. Someone in the distance must have snapped a picture because his flash went off.

“I think someone just took a picture of us,” I tell him while we make our way to the car that is waiting for us.

“Angel, it’s Vegas, everyone is taking pictures.” He waits for me to get in before climbing in after me. “So, my wife, where do you want to go?” Max turns to me and smiles while his thumb rubs the hand he’s holding.



“Back to our room.” I look at our hands. “I want to go back with you and lock the door and just be with my husband.”



“I was hoping you’d say that.” He pulls me to him, his arm going around my shoulder, and I fit perfectly in the crook of his arm.



We watch the city lights come into focus again once we get on the Strip. Walking through the lobby, I hold on to my husband’s hand, watching his ring glisten in the light. Max unlocks the door for us. Walking in, I head for the living room that is now turned into what looks like a small reception. Gone are the couches, and in their place is a cast iron square with blush pink roses wrapped all around it. Tea lights make it across. All the furniture is gone. The only thing in this room are blush roses, which are my favorites.

“This place looks like a fairy tale.”

Max walks to me, holding a bouquet in his hands. “For you.” He hands it to me as our song “Dive” comes on.

“Dance with me?” I ask him as I walk to him.

“Every single day of my life.” He wraps an arm around my waist. I hold the bouquet around his shoulders and we hold our free hands to his chest.



He takes his phone out and raises his hand, snapping a picture of us. I’m looking at the camera while he looks at me. “Stunning,” he says quietly as his cell phone rings. “Angel, don’t freak out.” His voice is curt, tight.

I don’t have to time to say anything because my phone buzzes with a text from Matthew.



Allison, when you get this you better call me.



“Oh my God.” I look at him. “What did we just do?” He looks at me shocked, steps back, and away from me.

“Max.” I reach out to him while he dodges me.



“A mistake.”

I don’t know if he’s asking or telling. My heart hurts as his eyes go dark. He darts out of the room and the front door slams after him. As I stand here in my wedding dress, a tear rolls down my face, and I look down and see my glistening wedding band.































REVIEW

I absolutely loved the first two books of this series and had high expectations for this third one. And in true Natasha Madison fashion she didn’t disappoint.
Max and Allison have explosive chemistry when they’re near each other. The push and pull of their relationship added an undeniable sensuality to their coupling. I’ve noticed that is sometimes hard for some authors to get across a story like theirs when they’re writing strong characters with so much depth, but Ms. Madison did both Max and Allison justice and then some.
Max is the bad boy who seems to be getting in trouble every time he steps out of the rink, but deep down our Max has a heart of gold, just waiting for the right woman to bring it to the surface. Allison is a well rounded professional, a good girl who loves and is loyal to her family, a woman who won’t let anyone, not even a sexy beast like Max, give her the run around or treat her like a delicate flower.
This book is simply perfection. Simply Irresistible is like that dessert you can’t stop eating but you don’t want it to end.
Enjoy #MadMax and #Angel, I promise you you won’t be able to put this one down.

































When her nose isn't buried in a book, or her fingers flying across a keyboard writing, she's in the kitchen creating gourmet meals. You can find her, in four inch heels no less, in the car chauffeuring kids, or possibly with her husband scheduling his business trips. It's a good thing her characters do what she says, because even her Labrador doesn't listen to her...




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