Will "His To Love" Have The Heart It Needs To Make You Fall?

26025371 Title:  His To Love
Series: (Fireside #1)
Author:  Stacy Lynn
Format:  eARC
Length:  285 pages
Publisher:  Loveswept
Rating:  3.5 Stars

In the explosive debut of Stacey Lynn’s irresistible Fireside series, a pair of estranged lovers are reunited by dangerous loyalties—and intoxicating desire.

Tyson Blackwell never saw it coming when his Mafia princess girlfriend dumped him and disappeared at the age of eighteen. He never forgot her, either, even after what happened next: the killing of his father, a Detroit PD officer, at the hands of one of her father’s men. Tyson swore revenge, and now, ten years later, the kid who dreamed of a pro football career is a hard-nosed FBI agent, back in town to take down the Galecki crime family once and for all. But Tyson’s mission gets complicated fast—because going undercover means seducing the only woman he’s ever loved.

Gabriella “Blue” Galecki has been in hiding for a decade. She finally comes home to spend time with her terminally ill mother, only to receive a blast from the past when she runs into Tyson. His brooding eyes and electrifying touch still send chills down her spine. But as heir to the family empire, Blue has been promised to another. Caught in a web of deception, she is tempted to pull the trigger on the boldest risk she’s ever taken: trusting Tyson with her life, her body, and her heart.

Includes a special message from the editor, as well as an excerpt from another Loveswept title.  -Goodreads

My Thoughts
This story of second chance love against all odds is one that will make you believe that fate has a hand in forever.

Agent Tyson Blackwell is a man sure if two things,
He will never forgive the man who killed his father, and he will never forget the girl who stole his heart.

Mafia princess, Gabriella "Blue" Galecki wants nothing to do with the life and family that cost her the love that she held so dear at 18. She has distanced herself so completely from the life that she knew, that only the terminal illness of her mother is enough to coax her unexpected return.
Unbeknownst to Gabriella, things with her father and his organization have been anything but under the law enforcement radar, and her homecoming is just one more reason for their interest.
Interest that will bring her face to face with the man that her heart won't allow her to forget.
A man who has the power to destroy her from the inside out.

This book is one that is made or broken on the strength of the main characters and their interaction. Readers are given just enough insight into each person's back story to fill in relevant holes. Then its right into the relationship building you go.

The problem?

The relationship itself.

It's based on a lie. Tyson is lying to the woman that he is supposed to love more than anything, from the time that they reconnect on the plane. Sure, he has a very good reason. But you never really get the feeling, while the subterfuge is going on, that Tyson is all that conflicted about what he's doing.

That is, until he is confronted with his deceit, and has to own it.

Add to this the fact that Gabriella's father is also trying to manipulate her into marriage to the man that he is grooming to fill his shoes as head of the crime family, and there is no doubt that this woman is the walking embodiment of a person stuck "between a rock and a hard place."

While it is true that the chemistry between Tyson and Gabriella between the sheets is a thing of beauty. The strength of said bond seems to wane, the farther they take things from the bedroom.
The only truly visceral connection to be had in this read, is the one shared between Gabriella and her newfound friends at the Fireside Grill. An aspect of this story that is treated as more of a setting, than a focal point worthy of carrying the series name.

There is no denying that this is a well written book...technically speaking. The story is cohesive, and the characters are likeable and very easy to follow. What this story lacks however, is the one thing that enjoyment of this work is predicted upon. Emotional connection between characters and readers. Which would be a given if readers were given more. More details about Tyson's work. More information about Gabriella's life away from her father. More of a chance to see what we as readers, and they as the players in this unfolding drama are fighting for. More...more...more!

Reviewer's Notes: My review of the above referenced work has not been influenced in any way by Loveswept or those acting on the publisher's behalf.
His To Love is the first in a companion series that can be read in any order. It is strongly suggested, for the purposes of continuity however, that the series be read as intended.

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Find Out If Tristan And Kat Are Destined For Happily...Or Heartbreak In "Climax"

27233510Title:  Climax
Series:  (Her British Stepbrother #3)
Author:  Lauren Smith
Foromat:  eARC
Length:  150 pages
Publisher:  Forever/ Grand Central
Rating:  5 Stars
Reviews for:  Forbidden and Seduction

A love so forbidden. A passion so undeniable . . . 
 It's time for Kat to face the truth. She can't resist sexy playboy Tristan--he's too deliciously seductive, and much too good at making her melt, body and soul. With photographic proof plastered all over London, the whole world now knows she's fallen for this British bad boy.

There's just one problem. Their parents got married and now Tristan is her stepbrother. They shouldn't be together, but Tristan always gets what he wants, and he wants her more than anything. Behind closed doors, this only makes every moment they spend together hotter, every kiss deeper, as the passion between them blazes higher.

My Thoughts
Just when you think the tension could get no tauter, the stakes could climb no higher, and the flames of passion which leave Kat's heart racing, and make Tristan's blood sing at the mere thought of his lady love's touch, could burn no brighter.  The third installment of Lauren Smith's Her British Stepbrother series, entitled Climax, comes along to prove you wrong in ways that both your romantic heart and your libido will never forget.

It seems that even the truth of  what Tristan's father has planned for him, and the impending marriage of Kat's father to Tristan's mother, are not strong enough deterrents for these two.  Still trapped in very close quarters for the holidays, and still endeavoring to keep their love a secret.  Kat and Tristan have no idea just how close they are to discovery.  A discovery that will change both their lives in a big way.  A discovery that will leave no doubt between the two of them or to the world, just how much their love means, or the lengths to which the pair is willing to go in order to protect it...and each other.

If you are a reader who loves the allure of forbidden love, who would jump at the chance to play Juliet to a handsome British Romeo, or who longs to be kissed awake by your very own prince.  Look no further!
You have found your book.
It is in fact, that kiss, or insinuation of one very much like it, that takes these two, and the love they have tried so hard to hide front, center, and very public.
The fallout out that ensues making this read nothing short of a drama hound's wet dream. As Kat is forced to watch her father's newfound happiness implode, and face what seems the inevitable loss of her heart in the process.  While Tristan is forced to heed the call of his tyrannical father.  Who is now convinced that he has the leverage that he needs to make his wayward son tow the family line.

But fear not brave reader.  Authoress, Lauren Smith, has not brought you or her characters to the crescendo of yet a third book just to leave you wanting for a resolution.  If anything, the seeming impossibility  of escape from the corner in which Tristan and Kat seem to have painted themselves, makes the perfect breeding ground for fierce and heartfelt "claiming sex", game changing revelations, and a nearly tragic "unhappily..." that changes minds and softens hearts in ways that must be read to be believed.

Reviewer's Note:  Climax is the third book in a closely related serial.  It is imperative to reader enjoyment that this series be read in the order in which its author intended.
Reviewer's Note:
I was provided with a copy of the afore referenced work in exchange for the honest review provided,

About Lauren

Born and raised in Tulsa, Lauren Smith spent the first twenty-two years of her life in Oklahoma, bridging the worlds between urban girl and cowgirl. After high school she attended Oklahoma State University where she earned Bachelor of Art degrees in history and political science. Drawn to paintings in museums and obsessed with antiques, she has satisfied her fascination with history by writing and exploring exotic, ancient lands.

Over the years, Lauren’s studies have opened doors throughout the world. From spending two summers at Cambridge to attending classes at such divergent places as Ireland and Chengdu, China, she has discovered fascinating opportunities for enrichment wherever she goes. 
After completing college, Lauren moved to Michigan to attend law school at the University of Detroit-Mercy and University of Windsor in Ontario, Canada. Armed with two Juris Doctorate degrees from both countries, she returned to Tulsa and became an intellectual property attorney.

Since third grade when her English teacher proposed that all students should craft a story for a young writers’ conference, Lauren has been hooked on writing. Her first self-illustrated manuscript described the mysterious disappearance of rare brown bats that were being captured by scientists bent on using them as carriers for an incurable disease. The immense sense of joy in sharing that story with others, and discussing plots and characters, made it clear to Lauren that writing was her true passion.

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St. Martin's Griffin Presents: The Star Touched Queen

25203675Title:  The Star Touched Queen
Author:  Roshani Chokshi
Available Formats:  Kinde, Epub, Print, Audio
Publisher:  St. Martin's Griffin
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Fate and fortune. Power and passion. What does it take to be the queen of a kingdom when you're only seventeen?

Maya is cursed. With a horoscope that promises a marriage of Death and Destruction, she has earned only the scorn and fear of her father's kingdom. Content to follow more scholarly pursuits, her whole world is torn apart when her father, the Raja, arranges a wedding of political convenience to quell outside rebellions. Soon Maya becomes the queen of Akaran and wife of Amar. Neither roles are what she expected: As Akaran's queen, she finds her voice and power. As Amar's wife, she finds something else entirely: Compassion. Protection. Desire...

But Akaran has its own secrets -- thousands of locked doors, gardens of glass, and a tree that bears memories instead of fruit. Soon, Maya suspects her life is in danger. Yet who, besides her husband, can she trust? With the fate of the human and Otherworldly realms hanging in the balance, Maya must unravel an ancient mystery that spans reincarnated lives to save those she loves the most. . .including herself.

A lush and vivid story that is steeped in Indian folklore and mythology. The Star-Touched Queen is a novel that no reader will soon forget. 

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The archives were cut like honeycombs and golden light clung to them, dousing every tome, painting, treatise and poem the soft gold of ghee freshly skimmed from boiling
butter. I was only allowed to visit once a week—to meet with my weekly tutor before I inevitably scared him away. Every time I left the archival room, my arms brimmed with parchment paper. I loved the feeling of discovery, of not knowing how much I wanted something until I had discovered its absence.
The week before, I had lost myself in the folktales of Bharata. Stories of elephants who spun clouds, shaking tremors loose from ancient trunks gnarled with the rime of lost cyclones, whirlwinds and thunderstorms. Myths of frank-eyed naga women twisting ser- pentine, flashing smiles full of uncut gemstones. Legends of a world beneath, above, beside the one I knew—where trees bore

edible gems and no one would think twice about a girl with dark skin and a darker horoscope. I wanted it to be real so badly that sometimes I thought I could see the Otherworld. Sometimes, if I closed my eyes and pressed my toes into the ground, I could al- most sense them sinking into the loam of some other land, a dream demesne where the sky cleaved in two and the earth was sutured with a magic that could heal hearts, mend bones, change lives.
It was a dream I didn’t want to part with, but I had to settle for what magic I could create on my own. I could read more. Learn more. Make new dreams. But the best part wasn’t hoarding those wishes to myself. It was sharing everything I learned with Gauri, my half-sister. She was the only one I couldn’t scare away . . . the only one I didn’t want to.
Thinking of Gauri always made me smile. But as soon as I caught sight of my tutor of the week, the smile disappeared. He stood between two pillars of the archive section marking the king- dom’s history. Beyond the sheer number of things to read in the archive room, what I loved most was its ceiling. It was empty, wide enough to crawl through and conveniently linked to my father’s in- ner sanctum.
The tutor, as luck would have it, stood directly below my hiding spot.
At least Father’s announcement hadn’t started. The courtiers still murmured and the footfall of tardiness fell on my ears like music. But if I was ever going to get to hear that meeting, I had to get rid of the tutor first.
“Punctuality is a prize among women,” said the tutor.

I bit back a cringe. His voice was sticky. The words drawn out like they would morph into a noose and slip around you in the dark. I stepped back, only to see his eyes sharpen into a glare.
He was heavyset and tall. Soft-rounded jowls faded into a non- chin and thick neck. Greasy black eyes dragged across my body. In the past, my tutors had all been the same—a little doughy, a little nervous. Always superstitious. This new tutor held my gaze evenly. That was unexpected. None of my other tutors had ever met my eye. Sometimes the tutors sidled against the dark of the archival chambers, hands trembling as they pushed a set of notes toward me. History lessons, they said. Why did they always start with history? Show me a dream unrealized. Don’t show me un- changeable paths.
The tutor cleared his throat. “I have no intention to teach you history or letters or speech. I intend to teach you silence. Stillness.” This time I didn’t even try to hide my scowl. I did not like this replacement. Tutors generally left me alone. I never had to raise my voice. I never had to scowl. I didn’t even need words. What scared them most was much simpler and sweeter than that—a smile. The moment I smiled—not a real one, of course, but a slow, crocodile reveal of teeth and a practiced manic gleam—the tutor would make an excuse, edge along the wall and flee out of the ar-
chive rooms.
Who wanted to be smiled at by the girl that trailed shadows like pets, conjured snakes and waited for Death, her bridegroom, to steal her from these walls? Never mind that none of it was true. Never mind that the closest I had come to real magic was making off with an entire tray of desserts without anyone noticing. The

shadow of me always loomed larger than the person who cast it. And sometimes that had its benefits.
This tutor, however, was not as easily cowed. I strained my ears, listening for the footfall of more courtiers, but it was silent. The meeting would start any minute now and here I was, stuck with some fool who wanted to teach me the virtue of silence.
I grinned at him . . .
. . . and he grinned back.
“It is unseemly to smile at strangers, Princess.”
He took a step closer to me. Shadows glommed around him, choking off the honey light of the room. He smelled wrong. Like he had borrowed the scent of another person. Sweat slicked his skin and when he walked closer, red shimmered in his eyes—like coal smoldering in each socket.
“Let me teach you, lovely thing,” he said, taking another step closer. “Humans always get it wrong, don’t they? They think a bowl of rice at the front door is strong enough to keep a demon away. Wrong. What you know is a false promise of strength. Let me show you weakness.”
The room had never felt this empty, like I was trapped between the space of an echo and a scream. I couldn’t hear anything. Not the parrots scuttling on their branches or the court notary dron- ing his list of the afternoon’s agenda. Silence was a silhouette, some- thing I could trace.
The tutor’s voice transcended sound, muddying my thoughts. “Let me teach you the ways of demons and men.”
My knees buckled. His voice echoed with all the desperation of someone who had not slaked his thirst in eons and had just

spied a goblet of water sweating beads of condensation, thick as planets. His voice lulled me, coated me. I wanted to move, but found myself rooted to the spot. I glanced up, fighting the drowsi- ness, and saw his shadow smeared on the wall—horned, furred belly skating over the floor, shifting into man and beast and back. Devil. Raksha.
Somewhere in my mind, I knew he wasn’t real. He couldn’t be. This was the court of Bharata, a city like a bone spur—tacked on like an afterthought. Its demons were different: harem wives with jewels in their hair and hate in their heart, courtiers with mouths full of lies, a father who knew me only as a colored stone around his neck. Those were the monsters I knew. My world didn’t have room for more.
The drowsiness slipped off me. When I shook myself free of it, my smile was bitter smoke, my hackles raised until I thought my skin had given way to glass. Now, he seemed smaller. Or maybe I had grown bigger. My surroundings slid away, and all that was left was fire licking at the earth, the edge of a winter eclipse, stars whirling in a forest pool and the pulsing beat of something an- cient running through my veins.
“I don’t care for the ways of men and demons,” I hissed. “Your lessons are lost on me.”
Whatever darkness my mind had imagined melted. Parrots singing. Fountains gurgling. The distant voice of a courtier dron- ing about wars. Sound pushed up between those lost seconds, blossoming into fierce murmurs, hushed tones. What had I imagined? I searched for the tutor’s shadow splayed against the wall. I waited to see something slinking along the ground, darkness

stretched long and thin over tomes and cracked tiles, but there was nothing.
“You,” he hissed in an exhale that ended in a whimper. He backed into a corner. “It’s you. I thought . . .” He gulped down the rest of his words. He looked lost.
I blinked at him, shaking off the final remnants of that drows- iness. I felt groggy, but not with sleep. A moment ago, I thought I had seen horns limned in shadow. I thought something had coursed through me in defense—a low note of music, the bass of a thun- derclap, a pleat of light glinting through a bruised storm cloud. But that couldn’t be right. The person before me was just . . . a person. And if I had heard him say something else, saw him morph into something else, it was all distant and the fingers of my memory could do nothing but rummage through images, hold them to the light and wonder if I hadn’t slipped into a waking nightmare.
The tutor trembled. Gone was the blocky figure choking out the light and lecturing me on silence. Or had he said something else in those lost moments? Something about weakness and de- mons. I couldn’t remember. I clutched a table, my knuckles white. “I must go,” he said, his face pale, like blood had drained from him. “I didn’t know. Truly. I didn’t. I thought you were someone
I stared at him. What did he mean? How could he not know who I was? Someone must have told him that I was the princess he would be tutoring this afternoon. But I was wasting time. He was just another tutor scared by a reputation pronounced by far- away lights in the sky. Curse the stars.
“Leave,” I said. “Inform the court that we completed a full
A Few Q's And Some Even Better A's
•    What/Who were your biggest inspirations for the characters in The Star-Touched Queen? Which character in The Star-Touched Queen did you personally relate to the most and why? 

For Maya and Amar, they were inspired by the Hades/Persephone. But I imagined those two mythological characters a little more differently. In Maya’s case, I knew that ambition was her defining trait, but I wasn’t sure whether that would manifest as seeking emotional or material fulfillment. Turns out, it was a bit of both. Kamala was inspired by my love of fiendish side characters like Mogget from Garth Nix’s SABRIEL and is probably the character I relate to the most. Her sense of humor can be a little abrasive. But she’s fiercely loyal to her friends. Other people in TSTQ were inspired by a collection of people whom I met/knew/heard of growing up.

•    Have you always been drawn to Mythology and what are some of your favorite mythological tales? What myth specifically inspired Star-Touched?

 Always! I was raised on mythology. It was one of the most important outlets for me to connect to my Filipino/Indian heritage. My favorite Indian myths are Shakuntula, Nala and Damayanti, and Savitri. My favorite Filipino story is the Igorot tale of the Sky Maiden. My favorite Western myth is Hades and Persephone. TSTQ was specifically inspired by Hades & Persephone.

•    Let's talk inspiration.  What Indian folklore inspired The Star-Touched Queen and where could someone who might be interested in reading and learning more about it and other Indian stories (cough, me, cough) learn more?

 The main Indian folktales/myths that inspired TSTQ or particular scenes were: Shakuntula (plays on the idea of memory and forgotten loves), Savitri & Satyavan (bargaining with Lord of Death, wily females!) and Narasimha (the fourth avatar of Lord Vishnu who defeated the demon king Hirayankashipu). Honestly, most of these were stories I heard growing up with my family. But my favorite thing to read when I was younger were the Amar Chitra Katha comics! They’re these illustrated tales from Indian mythology and I love them so so so much.

•    What scene in THE STAR-TOUCHED QUEEN was your favorite to write?

 Definitely the scene where Amar and Maya are working together in the constellation room. I think it’s an important scene about interpretation, which, to me, is a major theme in TSTQ.

•    Did you listen to any music while writing this book? If yes, what would you say was your MOST played artist or song?

 Sometimes I listen to music when I write. It just depends on whether the song is distracting me or fueling some weird atmospheric part of the scene. Sometimes it’s just one song on repeat. I listen to a lot of hip hop. And when I pretty much rewrote TSTQ in February 2015, I felt furious. Not with anyone. But just with the story. Like it was itching to be told right and I was failing it. I think the songs I listened to the most with TSTQ was either Kid Ink’s “Show Me” or Kendrick Lamar’s “Poetic Justice.”

•    What is your dream movie cast for STAR-TOUCHED?

 LOVE this question. I’ve always envisioned Lakshmi Menon (the Sri Lankan model) as
Maya-esque. Amar has some definite Arjun Rampal undertones (swoons forever). Gupta is kinda cheeky and nerdy, and reminds me of Imran Khan (actor not Pakistani cricket player). Gauri is cheeky, but fierce, so definitely Preity Zinta or Deepika Padukone. Nritti: Aishwarya Rai. And Mother Dhina: Rekha.

•    What is the most exciting part about publishing your first novel?

 Interacting with readers. Talking to the YA community gives me so much life.

    How did you build your world and keep everything straight for STAR-TOUCHED? Flashcards, charts, webs, etc.

 I know everyone has their own tricks! Flashcards, backs of receipts, corners of napkins. Which is to say, I did not keep things straight at all. This is why you have beta readers. To throw virtual tomatoes at you and point out that given the rules of your world, you cannot do the thing you just did.

•    What is your next project? Is it in the same world as STAR-TOUCHED?

 I just finished the companion novel to TSTQ! So, I’m hoping to get started on edits soon. I can’t wait for y’all to read it. I love it so much.

•    What is the one thing you want readers to walk away from STAR-TOUCHED with?

 I hope readers see a little of how fairytales and folklore celebrate our shared experiences across cultural spectrums. And I hope their dreams are a little star-touched and that they close the book thinking they’ve tasted fairy fruit and walked through more than one life.

All About Roshani
Roshani Chokshi
Roshani Chokshi comes from a small town in Georgia where she collected a Southern accent, but does not use it unless under duress. She grew up in a blue house with a perpetually napping bear-dog. At Emory University, she dabbled with journalism, attended some classes in pajamas, forgot to buy winter boots and majored in 14th century British literature. She spent a year after graduation working and traveling and writing. After that, she started law school at the University of Georgia where she's learning a new kind of storytelling. The Star-Touched Queen is her first novel.

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InkSlinger PR Presents: Mr. O Blitz Review and Giveaway


Lauren Blakely's MISTER O is here for all of your reading pleasure! MISTER O is a standalone, sexy romantic comedy, including a forbidden romance, told from the male POV. You met Nick in Lauren’s BIG ROCK, and he’ll keep you up long into the night as you turn the pages of MISTER O.


"This book is an absolute gem! Nick is so freaking SEXY! And funny! And adorable in the HOTTEST way!!!" - NYT Bestselling Author Emma Chase

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"This was absolutely brilliant! Full of sex, sarcasm, and shenanigans, Lauren Blakely, once again, brings me to my knees in her romantic comedy!" - Shayna Renee's Spicy Reads

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Excerpt One:


Ask me my three favorite things and the answers are so easy they roll off my tongue. Hitting a homerun for my softball league, drawing a killer cartoon panel, and, oh yeah, making a woman come so hard she sees stars.
            Not gonna lie. That last one is my favorite, by about a mile. Giving a woman a sheet-grabbing, toe-curling, mind-blowing orgasm is pretty much the Best Thing Ever.
            A woman’s climax is like summer break, Christmas morning, and a vacation in Fiji all rolled together in one fantastic package of window-shattering bliss.
            Hell, if we could harness the beauty and energy from women coming, we could probably power cities, solve global warming, fix every problem known to man. The female orgasm is basically the manifestation of everything good in the world.
            Especially when I deliver them, and I’ve given thousands upon thousands. I’m like a superhero of pleasure, a good-deed doer, the once-upon-a-geek-now-a-stud, and my mission is to dispense as many climaxes to my lovers as possible.
            How have I managed to achieve this amazing feat? Simple. I’m both a student and a master of the art of giving Os. I consider myself an expert because — in the interest of full disclosure here — I’m completely, 100% obsessed with a woman’s enjoyment between the sheets. Getting her off is the name of the game, and if you can’t get that job done, you should get the hell out of the bedroom.
            But, hey, I’m also humble enough to admit I’m still a learner.
            Since there is always something new to discover with a woman.
            Does she want it soft, hard, fast, light, rough? Does she like it with teeth, toys, my cock, my tongue, my fingers? Would she want a little something extra, like a feather, a vibrator, or some sort of fantastic combination of all of the above? Every woman is different and every path to her pleasure is its own erotic journey with so many fantastic stops to make along the way.
            I take mental notes, study her cues, and always get out and do the field work.
            I suppose that makes me the Magellan of the female orgasm. A true explorer, venturing forth, fearless and ready at any moment, to map the terrain of her pleasure until she cries out in rapture.
            Fine, some might say I have an addiction.
            But really, is it a bad thing that I love to make the woman I’m with feel good? If that makes me a guy with a one-track mind, then I’m guilty as fucking charged. I’ll freely admit that when I meet a woman I’m into, I’m picturing in seconds what she looks like coming, how she sounds, how I want to send her soaring.
            The trouble is, there’s one woman I just can’t go there with, even though lately my brain desperately wants to figure out how to drive her wild. It’s been an epic battle, and I’ve had to keep her in a special drawer, locked, sealed and key thrown away because she is the definition of hands off.
            Which sucks royally because she’s about to make things even harder with the words that come out of her mouth.


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Just call me Mister O. Because YOUR pleasure is my super power.

Making a woman feel 'oh-god-that's-good' is the name of the game, and if a man can't get the job done, he should get the hell out of the bedroom. I'm talking toe-curling, mind-blowing, sheet-grabbing ecstasy. Like I provide every time.

I suppose that makes me a superhero of pleasure, and my mission is to always deliver.

But then I'm thrown for a loop when a certain woman asks me to teach her everything about how to win a man. The only problem? She's my best friend's sister, but she's far too tempting to resist--especially when I learn that sweet, sexy Harper has a dirty mind too and wants to put it to good use. What could possibly go wrong as I give the woman I've secretly wanted some no-strings-attached lessons in seduction?

No one will know, even if we send a few dirty sexts. Okay, a few hundred. Or if the zipper on her dress gets stuck. Not on that! Or if she gives me those f*&k-me-eyes on the train in front of her whole family.

The trouble is the more nights I spend with her in bed, the more days I want to spend with her out of bed. And for the first time ever, I'm not only thinking about how to make a woman cry out in pleasure --I'm thinking about how to keep her in my arms for a long time to come.

Looks like the real Adventures of Mister Orgasm have only just begun....

**MISTER O is a standalone romantic comedy and it follows supporting characters first introduced in BIG ROCK**


"A sexy, delicious, toe-curlingly good time!"

- NYT Bestselling Author Marie Force


"Nick is hilarious, sexy, passionate, sweet, and knows that cake is very important to a woman's heart and soul. Together, their banter is refreshing, their sex is off-the charts hot, and their minds are brilliant." - Sandra at Two Book Pushers

My Thoughts
Nick Hammer's self assured bravado about his ability to deliver the perfect O to any female that he so desires, does come off as a little cocky, a little more of an overstatement, and a lot...off putting.
Until one comes to realize the how and where of the origins of said super power, and that in spite of all the temptation to do otherwise.
Our hero really does use said power for good!

Harper Holiday is both Nick's leading lady, and his Krytonite.  She has the charm, charisma, smarts, and good looks that our real life Mister O, just can't seem to resist.  But her status as sister to his best friend, gives her that "forbidden fruit" label that keeps his dilemma as her "love coach" turned love interest very readable.

It is not often that character professions work to imbue said characters with a whimsy and lightness that they wouldn't otherwise have.  In the case of both Nick and Harper however, his career as a famous cartoonist, and hers as a magician, work to do just that.
Because their jobs work to put them face to face with people and situations on an almost constant basis.  While at the same time giving them the flexibility to make time for each other.  No scenario in which they find themselves is ever rushed or constrained by a time clock.
What's more, their jobs also set the scenes for some very delicious comic banter between these two.

Lauren Blakely's stories seem to get increasingly addicting with each novel penned.  She has perfected the craft of writing both sex and a story at the same time.
And what stories they are.
The characters have more dimensions than the Hope Diamond, are stronger than steel, smart enough to qualify for admission to Mensa, and smokin' HOT!
Mister O being no exception.

In short, Mister O is a stellar example of the magic that happens when heart, head, libido, and funny bones combine,and we the reading public are allowed along for the unforgettable ride!

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"Dark Alpha's Claim" Pays Homage To A Darker Kind Of Romance

25944712 Title:  Dark Alpha's Claim
(Reapers #1)
Author:  Donna Grant
Format:  eARC
Length:  166 pages
Publisher:  St Martin's Press
Rating:  4 Stars

Dark Alpha's Claim is the first in an exclusive new series from New York Times bestselling author Donna Grant!

There is no escaping a Reaper. I am an elite assassin, part of a brotherhood that only answers to Death. And when Death says your time is up, I am coming for you...

My whole existence is based on taking what Death wants. Born to eliminate Fae guilty of unforgivable crimes, my reckless, wild nature makes me the perfect assassin to carry out Death's bidding. I've seen more sinister and violent dealings than anyone could ever imagine. But it was the sight of her face that stopped me cold. I've never wanted a woman-never mind a human-so badly; never felt my heart, hardened by death, burn brighter and hotter until it burst into flames. She is everything I desire. The kind of woman that compels you to stake your claim on her, to let the world know that she's yours. A Reaper saving her life will only attract danger, but I vow to protect her at all costs from the Fae that hunt her, and keep safe the woman who has claimed me, body and soul.  -Goodreads

My Thoughts
The Reapers are a hard group to place within the strata of the Dark universe. Said difficulty of placement being due mostly to their dwelling on the periphery of things, when it comes to interaction. They are the Black Ops of the supe world. As such they are often spoken of by others, definitely feared, but never invited to dinner.

Enter Jordyn.

This lady puts the lead in leading lady in a big way. For better or worse, her need to know who and what she is, puts her on a path filled with obstacles that she proves ready to overcome at every turn.
She accepts the knowledge of the existence of supes with just the right amount of fear to balance her curiosity.
She is never one to back away from a fight.

Leading man, Baylon, seems out of his depth when it comes to his feelings for Jordyn, and what to do about them.
Although, in his defense, he is entitled to be a just a tad cautious given the war with the Dark Fae, and that falling in love marks him for death by his boss.

Who just happens to be...


This is a very quick and fun read. Given the fact that the series is new, there is still a lot of room for the world building that has to begin anew. Because of the setting apart of the Reapers from previously introduced character groups.

The sex, while sensual, is much less of a central focus this time. Being very skillfully supplanted by physicality of the battling sort.
But given the almost innate chemistry that the romantic leads share in this case. The magnetic pull that they share is a very corporeal thing, nonetheless.

This is a great start to a very promising series. Can't wait for book two.

I was provided with a copy of the literary work referenced above. All opinions expressed there in are mine, and have not been influenced in any way by St. Martin's Press or those acting on their behalf.

About Donna
Donna Grant Donna Grant is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of more than forty novels and novellas spanning multiple genres of romance.

She was born and raised in Texas but loves to travel. Her adventures have taken her throughout the United States as well as to Jamaica, Mexico, and Scotland. Growing up on the Texas/Louisiana border, Donna’s Cajun side of the family taught her the “spicy” side of life while her Texas roots gave her two-steppin’ and bareback riding.

Her childhood dream was to become a professional ballet dancer and study under the amazing Mikhail Baryshnikov. Though she never got to meet Baryshnikov, she did make it to New York City and performed in the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade. Later, Donna’s love of the romance genre and the constant stories running through her head prompted her to sit down and write her first book. Once that book was completed, there was no turning back.

Donna sold her first book in November 2005 while displaced from Hurricane Rita, a storm that destroyed portions of the Texas Gulf Coast. Since then, Donna has sold novels and novellas to both electronic and print publishers. Her books include several complete series such as Druids Glen, The Shields, Royal Chronicles, Sisters of Magic, Dark Sword, Dark Warriors, and her new series, Dark Kings.

Despite the deadlines and her voracious reading, Donna still manages to keep up with her two young children, four cats, three fish, and one long haired Chihuahua. She’s blessed with a proud, supportive husband who loves to read and travel as much as she does.
You can contact Donna any time.

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Grand Central Publishing Presents: How I Married A Marquess + Giveaway

Josephine Carlisle, adopted daughter of a baron, is officially on the shelf. But the silly, marriage-minded misses in the ton can have their frilly dresses and their seasons in London, for all she cares. Josie has her freedom and her family . . . until an encounter with a dark, devilishly handsome stranger leaves her utterly breathless at a house party. His wicked charm intrigues her, but that's where it ends. For Josie has a little secret . . .

Espionage was Thomas Matteson, Marquess of Chesney's game-until a tragic accident cost him his career. Now to salvage his reputation and return to the life he loves, the marquess must find the criminal who's been robbing London's rich and powerful. He's no fool-he knows Josie, with her wild chestnut hair and rapier-sharp wit, is hiding something and he won't rest until he unravels her mysteries, one by one. But he never expected to be the one under arrest-body and soul . . . 

With determination, she snatched a glass of punch from a passing footman and weaved her way across the room, unable to tamp down her growing curiosity about him and the inexplicable yearning to meet him. Would those midnight blue eyes be just as intriguing up close? Would that mouth would be just as sensuous?
    Sighing at her own foolishness, she slipped through the crowd like a moth drawn toward a flame. She should have been watching over her brothers. At the very least, she should have been watching for Miranda Hodgkins. Instead, she was stalking a handsome stranger, lifting her glass ever so slightly as she glided toward him, bumping her arm against his—
    And spilled punch across his jacket sleeve.
    “Oh, I’m so sorry!” She gasped as his hand immediately took her elbow to steady her…or to keep her from spilling the rest of the punch, she wasn’t certain which. But when she glanced up at those sapphire eyes and a warmth stirred low in her belly, she didn’t care.
    Oh yes. Those eyes were just as intriguing up close.
    With a shake, she collected herself. “How awful of me!” she exclaimed and brushed her fingertips at the few droplets of punch still clinging to his sleeve.
The two Sinclair ladies excused themselves with a touch of embarrassment for her, which Josie didn’t give one whit about. Especially when the corners of his mouth curled sensuously at her in amusement.
    “No harm, I assure you.” His voice came as a deep purr.
    She cleared her throat at the responding shiver that scattered through her like warm rain. “I’m so terribly clumsy.” She continued to brush at his sleeve long after the punch had been cleared away, inexplicably unable to stop herself from touching him. “Everyone’s always saying, ‘Josephine Carlisle, how absolutely clumsy you are!’”
    She thought she saw knowing laughter sparkle in his eyes before he sketched her a shallow bow. “Miss Carlisle, something tells me you’re not truly as clumsy as you protest.”
    His words were just cryptic enough to give her pause and make her wonder again who this man was and why he was at the earl’s party when men of his caliber never came to Blackwood Hall. But at least they were now engaged in conversation, and she had managed to accomplish the meeting—albeit by the most wretched self-introduction in history—without having to seek out someone to do the honors for her. And she didn’t feel the least bit guilty at her subterfuge. Just hearing that voice had been worth it, no matter how briefly the meeting might last.
    Deep in her heart, she wished it would last a good long while.
    She smiled apologetically. “I do hope I haven’t ruined your jacket.”
    “It’s fine.” His eyes swept deliberately over her as he murmured, “Very fine.”
    Her heart skittered. Good Lord, was he flirting? With her? Despite her uncertainty, she blushed like a debutante at her first ball. Goodness.
    “You’re not dancing.”
    “Pardon?” she breathed, her foolish heart daring to hope that he might be asking…But no. His words were only an observation, not a request, and her stomach plummeted with disappointment.
    Of course, he wasn’t asking her to dance. Why on earth would he make such a request of the clumsy woman who’d just doused him with punch? As if this man ever had to request a dance in the first place. Most likely, the London ladies would have all sought out his dance card if men possessed such things. And then her pride sank even lower as she realized she’d done exactly that herself by approaching him in such a pathetic ruse.
    He nodded past her toward the dance floor where couples twirled in the roiling knots of a quadrille. “You’re not dancing,” he repeated.
    “I’m saving my toes for the waltzes,” she offered, curious to see how he would respond to that.
    “Ah, toe preservation,” he replied with mock gravity, his eyes gleaming. “A noble cause.”
    She smiled, strangely satisfied at his answer. Truly, she would have been incredibly disappointed had his response been anything less entertaining. “Indeed, sir, but perhaps I’m biased since I have a personal interest in the matter.” She gave a small laugh. “Ten, to be exact.”
    When he followed the dart of her eyes to her slippers, which she wiggled beneath the hem of her gown, he slid her a charming grin that trickled its way down her spine with a languid warmth. The laughter caught in her throat.
    Entertaining? Well, that was the understatement of the year. This man was utterly captivating. And for one shameless moment, bewildered at how he could draw such an inexplicable reaction from her so immediately, she wanted very much to become his captive.
    “And you?” She cleared her suddenly tight throat and hoped her voice sounded much steadier than she felt. “Why are you not dancing?”
    “I prefer the side of the room.” Then he leaned in slightly as he admitted in a low voice, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, “So much easier that way for beautiful ladies to purposefully spill punch on my sleeve to gain my attention.”
    Her mouth fell open, and she gaped at him. Speechless. Both at his audacity at calling her out for her ruse and for claiming she was beautiful. And at her reckless desire to hear him say it again.
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My Thoughts
How I Married A Marquess offers Historical Romance fans so much more than the "marriage market" scheming and seductions, beddings, and weddings that are hallmarks of its genre.  
Here, readers are presented in the character of  Miss Josephine Carlisle, a woman who, by no fault of her own has been excluded from the one thing that her beauty, intelligence, grace, charm, and societal position as the daughter of a Baron, should have guaranteed her.
A marriage to a peer of the realm.
Her crime?
Having been born an orphan.

This book allows readers to take a very close look at what life for an adopted female child of the ton may have been.
We are there to bear witness to Josephine's realizations of what the questions surrounding her true parentage and bloodline come to mean in a world where one's entire life as based on just that.
What we come to know about young Miss Carlisle, is that though her blood may not run blue, her heart is pure gold.
As time and time again she proves that she is willing to risk life and limb in the effort to make life better for those that she holds dear.

Enter Thomas Matteson, Marquess of Chesney...

A man besieged by the demons of of his past.  But determined to do whatever it takes to put the past behind him and get back to the work he loves.
The work of a spy.
In order to do that however, he must first solve the mystery of highwaymen that have been plaguing the countryside surrounding that estate of his longtime friend, the Earl Royston.

Little does he ever suspect that his covert endeavors will put him face to face with a puzzle that he will want to solve more than any other.
Miss Josephine Carlisle.
With flashing eyes, a biting wit, and a beauty to rival Aphrodite.  It is clear from the start that this privileged Miss is no pampered ballroom beauty.  Although who and what she is, and the secrets that hide behind her smiles speak of a pain that seems to twin that of our dashing Mr.
Drawn to Josie in a way that he can neither understand, nor resist.  Thomas soon comes to find that the secrets that his lady love holds, are a lot closer to the more sinister ones of his friend than he ever could have imagined.
Secrets that, if not solved in time could mean tragedy for all.
This third installment of the Secret Life Of Scoundrels series, offers readers a fully fleshed story.
A story, as was stated earlier, that is very far removed from the ballrooms and bedrooms business that usually wins the day in Regency reads.
In this story we find mystery, intrigue, social commentary, fiery passion, as well as the romance that we expect.
What we do not expect however, is the power reversal that goes on between leading lady, Josie, and leading man, Thomas.
A long time sufferer of PTSD, Thomas's frailty makes him a character that readers can bond with and feel for from the beginning.   The fact that his leading lady acts as a silent but sympathetic balm to his pain, allows for the great strength, intelligence, and fortitude that she shows as the read progresses.

In fact, it is that self same strength, intelligence, and fortitude, that makes Josie as a character, and the book so readable.
Whether taking the bull by the horns in the bedroom, or in life; you know that whatever Josie does is going to be done with a flare and thoroughness that only she can achieve.

Thomas, on the other hand, presents readers with the trail that must be followed.  He acts as a guide to mystery, adventure, romance, passion, and a happily ever after that readers will never forget.

Reviewer's Note:  How I Married A Marquess is the third volume of an interrelated companion series. Though it is suggested that the series be read in its intended order, it is not necessary to do so.

Reviewer's Note:  The review found here has not been influenced in any way by Grand Central Publishing or its agents. The opinions expressed herein are those of the reviewer alone.


Anna HarringtonAnna is an English professor in Chattanooga, Tennessee and a lover of all things chocolate and coffee. She's a member of RWA and when she's not hard at work writing her next book or planning her next series, she's watching BBC and piloting her own aircrafts. 

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See Why "You Can't Always Get The Marquess You Want" Has All The Romance You'll Ever Need

Title:  You Can't Always Get The Marquess You Want
Series:  (Masters Of Seduction #2)
Author:  Alexandria Hawkins
Format:  eARC
Length:  352 pages
Publisher:  St Martin's Paperbacks
Rating:  5 Stars

They call him Chance, though in truth the Marquess of Fairlamb feels bitterly cursed: A long-ago family feud is still standing in the way of his heart’s desire. Lady Tempest is the daughter of his father’s sworn enemy, the Marquess of Norgrave. She is beautiful, innocent, and utterly untouchable. But some seductions are just too good to resist…

Turns out Tempest is a woman of her own mind—and a true romantic who will overcome every obstacle to be with the man of her dreams. But the odds are against handsome, wickedly charming Chance if he intends to win Tempest as his bride. Will he choose loyalty to his family—or risk everything he has for the woman he yearns for? -Goodreads

My Thoughts
This case of "the daughter of my enemy is my enemy."  At least that is, until I fall in love with her.  Is the best example of a Hatfield vs. McCoy style feud brought to the English ton, that this reviewer has had the pleasure of reading in some time.

Though the lion's share of the grudge lies with the elders of both the Fairlamb and Brant bloodlines.  It becomes very obvious, almost from page one, that the elder sons of both factions have absolutely no interest in burying the hatchet.  Unless, of course, the burial of said weapon was to take place deep within the skull of one of the two parties.
The acrimony between these two men is to such an extreme that they are prone to engage in fisticuffs 
at the slightest provocation, and walk around for much of the read sporting the bruises as proof. 

It appears however, that said rancor is not as great an issue for the females of at least one side of this war.  The Brant girls, though aware of both the feud, and the Fairlambs, have been most thoroughly cosseted against any of the finer details regarding its combatants.  Meaning that they know nothing except that they are to avoid the dastardly Fairlamb clan at all costs.  Chance or Mathias Fairlamb, in particular.
A task that wouldn't be difficult at all for any of the Brant girls if...they knew what he looked like.

So, when a chance (no pun intended) meeting between Chance Fairlamb and Tempest Brant results in a kindling of the Brant male ire, and the interest for one in the other between Tempest and Chance.
Things get very interesting, to say the least.

This is a story that is both irritating and entertaining in equal measure. Seeing Chance and Tempest flout both convention and the edicts issued by their parents in their efforts to be together is both exciting and fun.  The fact that both the reader and the younger players in this drama spend about 95% of this read in the midst of a battle with no clear cause...down right exasperating!
In defense of the grand plot twist however, kudos must be given to the grand reveal of this long held secret and all the drama that ensues in its wake.

This is a wonderful romance for those who enjoy stories filled with secret trysts and forbidden love.

Reviewer's Note:  This is the second novel of a companion aeries that can be read in any order

 *Reviewer's Note:  I was provided with copies  of the above referenced literary works for the express purpose of review.  All opinions expressed therein are mine, and have been in no way influenced by St. Martin's Press or those acting on their behalf.

About Alexandria
Alexandra Hawkins 
Alexandra Hawkins is an unrepentant Anglophile who discovered romance novels as a teenager and knew that one day she would be writing her own. In "The Lords of Vice" series, she has combined her love of English history, mythology, and romance to create sensual character-driven stories that, she hopes, will touch readers' hearts.

You can also find me at:

Fan page: www.facebook.com/lordsofvice

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Will Readers Dare To Solve The Mystery of "Mr And Mr Smith"?

27876307Title:  Mr. And Mr. Smith
Author:  HelenKay Dimon
Format:  eARC
Length: 210 pages
Expected Date Of Publication: May 24, 2016
 Publisher: Loveswpt 
Rating:  2 Stars

Secrets and seduction make for an explosive combination in HelenKay Dimon’s edgy, thrilling new series, which kicks off with a novel about two men who can handle any threat—except the one posed by desire.
Fisher Braun knows how to keep a secret. As a covert paramilitary operative, his job—and his life—depends on it. He’s at the top of his game, ready for action and always in control. No enemy has ever brought him to his knees, but one lover has: Zachary Allen, the man currently sharing his bed. The perfect package of brains and brawn, Zach is someone worth coming home to, and Fisher hates keeping him in the dark about what he does. But the lies keep Zach safe. Until the day Fisher loses everything. . . .

Zachary Allen is no innocent civilian. Although he plays the tech geek, in reality he’s deep undercover for the CIA. In a horrible twist of fate, the criminal enterprise he’s infiltrated has set its sights on the man whose touch drives him wild. Zach would do anything for Fisher—except blow his own cover. Now, in order to save him, Zach must betray him first. And he needs Fisher to trust him with all his heart if they want to make it out alive.

Includes a special message from the editor, as well as an excerpt from another Loveswept title.  -Goodreads

My Thoughts
When Fisher Braun returns home after a mission to discover his home burgled, and his boyfriend taken; he is devastated!
Apparently not as devastated as when he finds out that boyfriend that he has been lying to, has been lying to him as well.

Just what is it that these two lovebirds have been lying about...you ask?
Try everything!
So imagine Fisher's surprise when he is taken.  Only to find himself being tortured at the hands of the man he loves.

Yes, it seems that Zachary Allen has more than a few secrets.  The biggest of which being that he was sent by the CIA as a double agent to get close to Fisher.  Fisher, the self same Fisher Braun, working undercover for the British division of the same CIA!  The thing is...they never specified just how close.
Now these two lovers must find away to get past the personal betrayal, and get down to the very impersonal business of making their case against an international crime syndicate, a mission accomplished.

This story starts out very strong.  The opening action, the suspense, and the utter shock of it all is enough to hook the reader without fail.  Unfortunately, the story starts to fall apart soon after its wonderful start.

The story killer?
None other than Fisher himself.
Or Fisher's feelings, to be more precise!

It appears that it is fine for Fisher to lie about his life and his job.  But the fact that his lover is guilty of the same crime, for the same reason...is utterly unacceptable!
This poor book goes on for pages with Fisher not being able to get over the fact that Zachery lied to him.
Yes, he also risked his own life to save yours!
But...He lied!
Yes, you told the exact same lies.
But...He lied!
Yes, either of you could be killed at any moment.
But...He lied!
Let's have lots of hot sex
Even though...He lied!
Whine, whine, and whine some more!  With breaks for hot sex!

It seems that this story is trying to be one of those romances where there is just enough action, suspense, or whatever the subplot happens to be to justify the romance as a focus.
Sadly, there is nowhere near the amount of story or character development necessary for that to happen here.
Equally as disappointing, is the rushed ending.
Great sex does not a great story make!  

 About HelenKay
HelenKay Dimon spent the last twelve years in the most unromantic career ever - divorce lawyer. After dedicating all that time and effort to helping people terminate relationships she is thrilled to write romance novels full time. Her books have earned praise, appeared on besteller lists and won numerous awards. Her first single title, YOUR MOUTH DRIVES ME CRAZY, was featured in Cosmo as a "Red-Hot Read" for August '07 and spotlighted at E! Online. Her novella, "It's Hotter At Christmas" from the KISSING SANTA CLAUS anthology, was featured in Cosmo as a "Red-Hot Read" for November '09. 
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Find The Truth Of Feel Good Romance In "Sweet Little Lies"

27161224 Title: Sweet Little Lies
Series: (Heartbreaker Bay #1)
Author:  Jill Shalvis
Expected Date Of Publication:  June 28, 2016
Publisher:  Avon Books
Rating:  4 Stars

Choose the one guy you can’t have . . .

As captain of a San Francisco Bay tour boat, Pru can handle rough seas—the hard part is life on dry land. Pru loves her new apartment and her neighbors; problem is, she’s in danger of stumbling into love with Mr. Right for Anybody But Her.

Fall for him—hard . . .

Pub owner Finn O’Riley is six-foot-plus of hard-working hottie who always makes time for his friends. When Pru becomes one of them, she discovers how amazing it feels to be on the receiving end of that deep green gaze. But when a freak accident involving darts (don’t ask) leads to shirtless first aid, things rush way past the friend zone. Fast.

And then tell him the truth.

Pru only wants Finn to be happy; it’s what she wishes for at the historic fountain that’s supposed to grant her heart’s desire. But wanting him for herself is a different story—because Pru’s been keeping a secret that could change everything. . . .  -Goodreads

My Thoughts
This is a book for those of us who dare to believe in wishes, fate, and the promise that for every hurt there is a balm.
Pru and Finn's story is one built on all of those things. Along with sex so hot that the book should have age restrictions and come wrapped in brown paper. A colorful supporting cast that leave readers wanting to know each of their stories. Scenery to die for, and drama, drama, drama!

There is so much to see, do and feel, that one has a tendency to ignore the lightening speed at which things between the stalwart bar owner, and his lovely boat captain take place. All you know, or seem to care about is that these two are great tastes, that taste great together.
Add in the purely altruistic motives that lead to all of the sexy, fun, panty-melting, and just plain 'oh my god...this is so sweet' moments to be had within this read!
You will be sold! On the book, on the characters, on all of it!

The only thing that keeps this book just shy of five stars, is the speed with which one comes to solving the equation that makes up this book's formula. You almost have to make yourself forget that you see it in order to see the book through to its conclusion. A conclusion that leaves your emotional investment, (which by this time is at an all time high)
screaming to know how things end.

The ends do justify the rather round about means, in this case however.
There is plot redemption to be had here in a big way.
Especially for those of you who like your 'happily...' complete with a bit of grand gesturing and a sneak peek at book two!
This is a brilliant start to a wonderful new series!

The review above has been given by me in exchange for an advanced reader's copy of the afore referenced work. Copy provided by Avon Books through Edelweiss.

About Jill
Jill Shalvis 
New York Times bestselling author Jill Shalvis lives in a small town in the Sierras with her family and far too many assorted quirky characters. Any resemblance to the quirky characters in her books is, um, mostly coincidental.

Look for Jill's latest, ONE IN A MILLION, on shelves and e-readers now, and get all her bestselling, award-winning books wherever romances are sold.

Visit Jill's website for a complete book list and daily blog detailing her city-girl-living-in-the-mountains adventures.

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