Sunday, 11 September 2016

The Emperor's Arrow by Lauren D.M. Smith - Book Review
From the Blurb:

Grand Prize Winner of Harlequin's 2015 So You Think You Can Write contest

Debut author Lauren D.M. Smith delivers an epic fantasy romance in this soaring tale of a kickass warrior and the emperor she's honor-bound to defend

The bride candidates have been summoned. Their numbers are many, yet only one is an Amazzi warrior. Only one would give her life to protect him.

Evony of Aureline, warrior of her people, has no intention of becoming a hideous old man's bride. Though her people have sworn their loyalty to the legendary emperor Galen, Evony knows little of courts and intrigue. It's simply not her world.

Yet it's on the palace training grounds where Evony's archery skills gain her the respect of soldiers and legates alike. The emperor himself takes notice of the beautiful, ruthless warrior. In turn, the young, steely eyed Galen is nothing at all what Evony expected.

This man could very well conquer her heart. But does he feel the same?

As the rivalry among the remaining bride candidates intensifies and the plot for the throne unfolds, Evony must make a grave choice: fulfill her destiny and protect her people or follow her heart and pursue true love.

Either way, the honor of the Amazzi people and the future of the empire now rests with Evony of Aureline. For she is the Emperor's Arrow.


Evony is a warrior, not a simpering bride-to-be, and yet she must take part in the emperor's contest for a bride when she is called. She expects to find the whole thing a little tedious, but she doesn't expect to find herself sucked into the center of court intrigue and defending the emperor against an assassination plot. She certainly doesn't expect to find the emperor quite so attractive...

The Emperor's Arrow begins by introducing us to Evony as a fairly unstoppable warrior - she can hit a single leaf in a tree with an arrow, and her prowess doesn't diminish through the story. She's loyal to her friends and to the emperor, brave and strong, which is pretty much what I look for in a fantasy heroine. Unfortunately she's all these things to a fault - being that she doesn't really have any faults. I did enjoy her adventures as a character, but there wasn't really much character development beyond her discovering that she could fall for a man - and this also, unfortunately, wasn't all that convincing to me. She's just a bit too cool, so I couldn't totally see what she saw in the emperor. It didn't help that we don't get to know him very well - the story is entirely set from Evony's perspective and I struggled a little to fall into the romance from this limited side. There wasn't enough build up for their feelings... and then suddenly they were deeply in love.

So yeah, that's a little negative of the romance, I must admit. However, I did end up enjoying this novel. As a fantasy read, it has a lot to offer. Like I said, while Evony could do with a little more character development, she is an exciting protagonist. We also have some other interesting characters, particularly her friend Admina, who is a much quieter, but no less interesting character with perhaps even more of a story to tell than Evony. The world building in The Emperor's Arrow is also really good. I liked the court intrigue, and the descriptions of the clans and all their cultural differences. This, along with quite a bit of action, made the story worth reading in the end, even if it wasn't quite what I was hoping for when I picked it up.

The romance in The Emperor's Arrow didn't quite work for me, but it is nonetheless an enjoyable fantasy read with an exciting world. I'll be interested to see what else Lauren D.M. Smith comes up with.

The Emperor's Arrow by Lauren D.M. Smith is a fantasy romance, released by Carina on July 1, 2016.

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Monday, 29 August 2016

My Fair Princess by Vanessa Kelly - Book Preview

Tomorrow is the release of My Fair Princess by Vanessa Kelly, so we're sharing an excerpt!

From the Blurb:

First, Vanessa Kelly brought readers The Renegade Royals. Now, in a delightfully witty new series, she introduces The Improper Princesses—three young women descended from royalty, each bound for her own thrilling adventure . . .

Despite being the illegitimate daughter of a prince, Gillian Dryden is happily ignorant of all social graces. After growing up wild in Italy, Gillian has been ordered home to England to find a suitable husband. And Charles Valentine Penley, the excessively proper, distractingly handsome Duke of Leverton, has agreed to help transform her from a willful tomboy to a blushing debutante.

Powerful and sophisticated, Charles can make or break reputations with a well-placed word. But his new protégée, with her habit of hunting bandits and punching earls, is a walking scandal. The ton is aghast . . . but Charles is thoroughly intrigued. Tasked with taking the hoyden in hand, he longs to take her in his arms instead. Can such an outrageous attraction possibly lead to a fairytale ending?


They stood on the quiet street, locked in a silent contest of wills. Gillian half expected him to begin lecturing her again. Yet his gaze warmed with understanding—and sympathy.

     “I am not the first man to ask you to trust him, am I?” he asked.
     She winced. “Blast. Is it that obvious?”
     He started her forward again, for which Gillian was grateful. It would be easier to discuss such an embarrassing topic if he wasn’t looking at her.
     “I put two and two together,” he said. “And, as a reminder, I would suggest you refrain from using terms like blast when in polite company.”
     “All right, but only on the understanding that I can say whatever I want to immediate family.”
     “I suppose I can’t really stop you, can I?
     “I doubt it. Some things are just bloody difficult to change.”
     “You can’t shock me, you know. Although I think I must drop a word in your brother’s ear, all the same.”
     “Ha. That’s not much of a threat. I was using bad language long before I ever met Griffin.”
     “No doubt.”
     Gillian pretended to ponder for a moment. “Perhaps if you write down all the words I’m not supposed to say, I can commit them to memory.”
     “I’m quite sure you know exactly what you should and shouldn’t say,” he said.
     Gillian couldn’t help giving him a little smirk.
     “Very well,” he said. “We’ll leave the language lessons for some future date. We have again been diverted from our main topic, which is—”
     “Mr. Stratton.” The duke clearly wasn’t going to let it go, so she might as well get it over with. “From your reaction, I imagine you already have a good idea of what he said.”
     “Did he insult you or importune you?” he asked in a hard voice.
     “Mr. Stratton would be walking with a limp right now if he had. Or not walking at all, depending on my aim.”
     Leverton made a slight, choking noise, then cleared his throat. “Then what did he say, exactly?”
     “He asked me to meet him for a walk or a drive in the park.”
     “By yourself? And without telling your grandmother?”
     “Bastard,” Leverton muttered.
     She couldn’t resist. “Language, Your Grace. But don’t worry. Why would I want to go driving in the park with a married man? I’m supposed to be finding a husband, not larking about with ineligible men.”
     “You’re not to be engaging in such behavior with an unmarried man, either. Not unless you have the expression permission of your mother or grandmother, and only after they’ve met your escort.”
     “I’m not a half-wit, nor am I naïve. I know exactly what men like Stratton are after. I’m quite familiar with the type.”
     That silenced him for half a block. “I’m sorry you even have to worry about that,” he finally said.
     “Grandmamma warned me some years ago what to expect.” After Pietro. Because of that gentleman, Gillian would never be naïve again. “I have no intention of allowing myself to become a member of the demimonde. I would not enjoy such a life.”
     “I should bloody well hope not,” Leverton said.
     Gillian feigned astonishment. “Sir, I am truly shocked. Perhaps I should draw up a list of words for you.”
     “I would ask for your apology, but I doubt very much that I offended you.”
     “Of course not. I’m as tough as old boots.”
     “No, you’re not. And you’re as deserving of respect as any young woman. I regret that we even need to have this unfortunate discussion.”
     She couldn’t help smiling. “I know you’re trying to help. And I don’t mind at all. Truly.”
     “You should mind,” he said. “But back to Stratton.”
     Gillian groaned. “Must we?”
     “I need you to understand that he might well not be the only cad who tries to take advantage. I want you to be well armored against that possibility.”
     “Of course. But Mr. Stratton is harmless, you know.”
     He shook his head. “He’s exactly the type you have to worry about.”
     Gillian heard something in his voice that gave her pause—an undertone of bitterness. This was more than a well-intentioned warning. It sounded personal to Leverton. “I’ll be careful, Your Grace.”
     “You’re to come to me or to your grandmother if you have any concerns of this nature at all.”
     “Yes, I promise.”
     He let out a reluctant laugh. “Now you’re patronizing me. Or behaving as if I’m a fussy old maid who sees a rake lurking behind every tree.”
     “No, you’re behaving like someone who cares. But why are you doing this?”
     “Warning you about bounders like Stratton?”
     She tugged on his arm. “Now you’re being deliberately obtuse.”
     “Perhaps just slightly evasive,” he said with a wry smile. “But now let me ask you a question. Do you want this little experiment your grandmother cooked up to actually work?”
     “You mean teaching me not to swear, and how to curtsey without falling on my ear?” she asked in as innocent a voice as she could muster. Sadly, Gillian didn’t do innocent very well.


My Fair Princess by Vanessa Kelly is a historical romance, released by Zebra on August 30, 2016.

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About the Author:

Vanessa Kelly is an award-winning author who was named by Booklist, the review journal of the American Library Association, as one of the “New Stars of Historical Romance.” Her Regency-set historical romances have been nominated for awards in a number of contests, and her second book, Sex and The Single Earl, won the prestigious Maggie Medallion for Best Historical Romance. Her current series, The Renegade Royals is a national bestseller. Vanessa also writes USA Today bestselling contemporary romance with her husband, under the pen name of VK Sykes.

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Saturday, 27 August 2016

Craving Flight by Tamsen Parker - Book Review
From the Blurb:

Tzipporah Berger is thirty-seven and single, which is practically unheard of in the Orthodox Jewish community she now calls home. Her increasing religiosity and need for kink may have broken up her first marriage, but she’s decided it’s time to try again. And the rabbi’s wife has just the man in mind.

Elan Klein is the neighborhood butcher whose intimidating size and gruff manner hint at a deliciously forceful personality. But BDSM isn’t exactly something you discuss during an Orthodox courtship. Will a marriage to Elan solidify her place in the community that she loves and provide the domination and pain Tzipporah craves or will she forever have to rely on flights of fancy to satisfy her needs?

The Review:

Tzipporah Berger is a single divorcee trying her best (but mostly failing) to fit into an Orthodox Jewish community. When the rabbi's wife sets her up with Elan Klein, she decides to take the plunge and get married so she will finally be accepted. It's not quite that easy to get in with the community, or to get to know her husband, but BDSM (a factor in the failure of her first marriage) might be the one thing that can help her with the latter...

This novella was something a bit different for me because I know *nothing* about Orthodox Judaism and I'll admit, that fact did put me off reading this story for a while. I'm not a huge fan of romances where religion is a major factor in the story, but once I did pick this one up, I really loved it, and a big part of that was learning about this culture. Learning about the Orthodox Jewish community, their rules and beliefs, through a sexy little erotic romance... well, I don't know why that's not the way I learn about everything now. I loved it, and as soon as I put the novella down I proceeded to read everything I could find on Kosher sex. Then told my loved ones all about it while they stared at me like - this is totally not dinner conversation, but they are used to me... so. Anyway! It was really interesting and added a nice bit of interest to an already sexy story...

I have to admit, I didn't really *get* the characters. I didn't relate to them at all and I didn't understand their motivations a lot of the time. But that doesn't mean they weren't gripping. Because of the way it's written, we learn a lot less about Elan, beyond his sexual predilections, but we to get a lot more insight into Tzipporah. Her struggle to fit into her new community is quite heartbreaking, though I would have liked to get a little more understanding into why she decided to turn to religion in such an intense way in the first place. These are her new beliefs and who she is... but as a non-religious person, I guess I was a little blown away that she would choose to marry someone after a month, mostly due to external pressures and a desire to fit in with her religious community. That said, I'm glad we didn't linger too much more on this decision, as the story really gets going once they are married.

That's when we get all the sexy times! Ahh. Yeah. It's super hot, you guys! And really beautiful. Just a lot of YES from me. Tzipporah and Elan are perfect for each other in the bedroom, so I really felt for Tzipporah during niddah, when they can't be together sexually and she worries that their relationship is nothing without sex - I think the niddah aspect of this story brought this fear to the fore, but I also think this is something that many people fear in developing relationships, so this is one of the times that I actually did relate to her! One of the other things I just freaking adored about the erotic aspect of this novella was that it has super hot, super strong D/s erotic scenes, but the thing that makes them extra sexy is the really strong focus on consent without making it tedious. This is pretty common in BDSM stories when they are done *well*, but I felt like, in this story, the consent based D/s sex was handled particularly beautifully. Basically, it just made it even hotter!

Craving Flight was written as part of a Goodreads BDSM Group writing event and is free to purchase. Definitely grab yourself a copy if you want some slightly different, but very beautiful BDSM erotic romance!

(Thanks so much to Amy Jo Cousins for recommending this title!)

Craving Flight by Tamsen Parker is an erotic romance, released September 16, 2015.

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Tuesday, 26 July 2016

A Duke to Remember by Kelly Bowen - Book Excerpt
It's release day for A Duke to Remember by Kelly Bowen (one of our favorite authors!), and we're sharing an excerpt! Enjoy!

From the Blurb:

Love takes the stage . . .

Elise deVries is not what she seems. By night, the actress captivates London theatergoers with her chameleon-like ability to slip inside her characters. By day, she uses her mastery of disguise to work undercover for Chegarre & Associates, an elite agency known for its discreet handling of indelicate scandals. But when Elise is tasked with locating the missing Duke of Ashland, she finds herself center stage in a real-life drama.

Noah Ellery left the glamour of the London aristocracy to pursue a simpler life in the country. He's managed to avoid any complications or entanglements-that is, until he lays eyes on Elise and realizes there's more to this beautiful woman than meets the eye. But when Elise reveals her real identity-and her true feelings for him-the runaway duke must confront the past he left behind . . . to keep the woman he loves forever.


“You’re not going to die on me, are you?”  The voice came from lower, almost directly in front of her this time, and Elise opened her eyes, staring up at a collection of clouds scudding across the blue sky.

“Not yet, I think.”  She struggled to sit, her tired muscles still refusing to obey.

A warm hand caught hers and pulled her forward, and Elise was suddenly presented with the most beautiful eyes she had ever seen.

They were smoky green, the color of pine wreathed in mist, the color of still waters that hid great depths.  They were ringed with blond lashes, set in a strong, rugged face that spoke of hours spent outdoors.  Pale blond hair fell around his ears in careless waves, the ends damp where they brushed his bare shoulders.  Incredible shoulders, wide and powerful, droplets of water sliding over the ridges of muscle to disappear down the front of his chest. 

Her mouth went dry, and whatever breath she thought she had caught deserted her once again.

He was crouched before her, a look of concern tempered with a half-smile stamped across his striking features. “Hmmm.  Well, if you die, can I have your horse?” he asked.  “As fine an animal as I’ve seen in a long time.”

“My horse?” she repeated.  Good Lord.  Her wits had completely scattered under that smoky gaze.

He glanced over her head up in the direction of the road.  “One of the boys brought it off the bridge for you.”

Elise struggled to draw a normal breath and formulate a thought.  The man was trying to put her at ease.  It wasn’t his fault that he looked as he did.  It wasn’t his fault her body was threatening to make an utter fool of her because of it. 

But clearly, it had been too long since she had invited a man to share her bed because she was shamelessly staring at the way his body moved as he shifted.  Subtle shadows carved their way across his torso, created by lean muscle rippling under golden skin. A scattering of dark blond hair covered his chest and trailed down past his navel.  Her eyes dropped further south, and she let her gaze wander over the sharp ridges of muscle that formed a V over his hips before disappearing into the front of his breeches.  His free hand rested on a powerful thigh, long, capable-looking fingers spread out over the top of his knee.  She imagined what those fingers would feel like against her bare skin.  Because she already knew what his arms had felt like beneath her, the hard strength of his body against hers.

When he was pulling you from the water like a drowned river rat, you fool, not drawing you into a lover’s embrace.

A terrible realization struck her with the completion of that thought.  Without needing to check, she knew her cap was gone.  Her braid had come unpinned, and she could feel the heavy weight of her sodden hair on her back.  A glance at her water-logged clothes plastered to her body confirmed her worst suspicions.  When she’d bound her breasts tightly beneath her loose, baggy shirt, they were unnoticeable, but there was nothing unnoticeable about them now.  The bindings had come loose and slid down to bunch at her waist.  Worse, the threadbare fabric of her worn shirt was almost transparent, and stuck to her skin as it was, she may as well have been wearing nothing.  The curves of her breasts were clearly visible, as were the dark areolas of her peaked nipples.

The man’s eyes were still on her face and not on her chest, which Elise was choosing to interpret as a testament to his chivalry, but no one in their right mind would mistake her for anything other than what she truly was.  A woman dressed as a boy.

“No, you can’t have my horse,” she muttered, attempting to peel her shirt away from her breasts with her free hand.  “I need it to flee a lot of awkward questions.”

The man was watching her again.  “They are going to want to know who you are,” he said quietly, jerking his chin in the direction of the voices beyond them.  The understanding she saw in those incredible eyes made her blink.

She managed a weak smile.  “Do you suppose anyone will notice if I just swim back to where I came from?” She was trying to make her mind work, but like her muscles, it seemed lethargic, her usual ingenuity depleted.  “You can tell them that I was a mermaid.”


A Duke to Remember by Kelly Bowen is a historical romance, released by Forever on July 26, 2016.

Book Links: Amazon | Amazon UK | B & N | iTunes | Kobo | Goodreads 

About the Author:

I was born and raised in Manitoba, Canada. I attended the University of Manitoba where I earned a graduate degree in veterinary physiology and spent many years happily working as a research scientist in the agriculture industry. None of which, of course, has anything to do with writing romance novels.

My writing stemmed from my lifelong obsession with history, a weakness for a good love story and after my first child was born, I sat down to do what I'd also wanted to do - write a novel. (The entire process being facilitated by the abundance of winter months that can be found in this particular province).

Currently, I live in Winnipeg with my husband and two boys who are wonderfully patient and supportive of the writing process. Except, that is, when they need a goalie for street hockey.

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The Playboy’s Proposal by Ashlee Mallory - Book Excerpt
Today we have an excerpt from The Playboy’s Proposal by Ashlee Mallory! Enjoy!
From the Blurb:

Sometimes the perfect match is right under your nose…

Doctor Benny Sorensen has had it up to here with her party-throwing playboy neighbor. She’s declaring war. She doesn’t care how gorgeous or charming he is, he’s going down. That is until he proposes something she’s not sure she can say no to…

Wealthy ad man Henry Ellison lives an uncomplicated life that revolves around work, women, and partying. In that order. Until Benny storms into his life. To placate his attractive but hotheaded neighbor, Henry offers to help her land a date with the man of her dreams. Only as Henry makes her over and coaches her on the fine art of flirting, he realizes that the idea of this woman in any other man’s arms but his own is unacceptable. But Benny’s a forever kind of girl and forever might just be the one commitment he can’t make.


Man, she hated golf, but the artful way Henry swung that thing was…kind of hot.

“Try it,” he said, thankfully ignorant of her less-than chaste thoughts.

Pulling her tongue back into her mouth, she tried the same swing in what felt like exactly the same motion. By the tugging of Henry’s lips, she was going to assume she hadn’t quite duplicated the movement. Henry repeated his instruction and directed her to make some adjustments in the grip before he swung again.

She greedily eyed his form while he was preoccupied.


When she realized he was waiting for her, she repeated his motion.

“Maybe we should practice with the ball.” He grabbed a couple and placed them on the tees in front of them before winding back again, the swooshing hypnotic, this time followed by the short cracking sound of the iron hitting the

ball as it sailed up into the air and landed on the stretch of grass ahead of them.

At least, she was certain it had landed somewhere over there, since she was still watching Henry, his torso turned to the side and his arms flexed as he gripped the club, making it hard to miss the bulge of his biceps. His profile clean and striking, his lips parted as he watched the landing.

How did he get his hair to stay like that yet still look so touchably soft?

He turned toward her, and Benny tried to divert her eyes so he wouldn’t know she’d been slobbering over him. She reminded herself that Henry Ellison was a self-absorbed ladies’ man who was only helping her out to help himself—nothing more.

But when he smiled, telling her to give it a shot, that reminder went out the window.

She looked down at the end of her club as he continued to coach her. “Practice swinging, feeling the back-and-forth in your hips before you try and connect. The key is, when you’re about to hit the ball, keep your eye on the spot where you want it to go.”

Blah, blah, blah.

... Only nine swings later, other than hitting and tearing up the grassy area around the ball, she’d been unsuccessful. She shot him a frustrated look, blowing back a strand of hair that kept falling to her mouth. “I suck at this.”

“The problem is in your lineup. Here.” Henry walked behind her, and before she could even catch her breath, she felt his hands on her hips. She nearly shot out of her skin from his touch. “Easy,” he said somewhere near her ear before his arms went around her and his hands rested over hers on the golf club. “I’m just trying to show you the motion, the way you want your body to flow as you hit.”

Her body was flowing, all right. Her whole freaking body was buzzing from having him so near her, surrounding her. He smelled…good. Clean. Masculine. Goose bumps prickled along her arms.

Was this even appropriate in public? She looked up, her eyes wild, to see if everyone was staring at them in horror, but no one was even glancing their way.

Steady there, Benny. He’s just showing you a swing. Nothing more.

Do not turn around, though, whatever you do.

She exhaled slowly and worked to take in another breath. It was unnaturally quiet, and she realized that Henry was no longer talking or trying to move. Birds chirped from somewhere overhead, but she was paralyzed from moving or looking up.

Henry cleared his throat and shifted behind her, his arms dropping away from her. “Okay, let’s try again.”

She raised the club, her heart beating a trillion beats a second and brought it down, swinging through just as Henry taught her. Like before, she missed the ball and stumbled forward, trying to save herself on the follow through. Only this time, she did make contact with something.

From the oomph from behind her and the ball still perched on the tee at her feet, she knew it wasn’t the contact she’d wanted.


The Playboy’s Proposal by Ashlee Mallory is a contemporary romance, released by Entangled Publishing on July 25, 2016.

Book Links: Amazon | Amazon UK | B & N | iTunes | Kobo | Goodreads 

About the Author:

Ashlee Mallory is a USA Today Bestselling author of Contemporary Romance, Romantic Suspense, and Thrillers. A recovering attorney, she currently resides in Utah with her husband and two kids. She aspires to one day include running, hiking and traveling to exotic destinations in her list of things she enjoys, but currently settles for enjoying a good book and a glass of wine from the comfort of her couch.

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Monday, 25 July 2016

Six Month Rule by A.J. Pine - Book Excerpt
Today we're sharing an excerpt from Six Month Rule by A.J. Pine! Enjoy!

From the Blurb:

She created the game, but the rules are about to change...

Taurus: Hold fast to your single-minded nature today--no matter how long her legs or how lush her red lips.

Gemini: You were a shining star last night, but reality can be a real--well, you get the picture. Just remember: Tall, dark, and British equals no corner office for you.

Holly's been busting her butt to make partner at Trousseau, and there's no way she's going to let some stuck-up British arsehole get in her way--no matter how drop-dead gorgeous he is. Unfortunately, he didn't get the memo...


“May I…?” he asked, his voice hoarse and expectant as he raised a palm toward one of her breasts.

She half smiled while biting her lip, then nodded, and Will brought his hand to her skin. As he made contact, they each drew in a sharp breath.

“God, Holly…”

“Say it again,” she whispered, her hands clasping around his neck.

“God, Holly?” he asked, teasing, because he knew what she meant, but he wanted her to say it one more time.

She shook her head, grinning, and gently tugged his head toward hers. “I want you to ask permission in that sexy accent of yours.”

He brought his lips to hers, not yet a kiss, but close enough to feel her breath on his skin. One hand was still on her breast, and the other had found its way to her back. Will was barely hanging on, but he wanted to do this right, put someone else’s needs first, give her what she wanted.

So he asked, “May I do this?”

He kissed her, featherlight, and she spoke softly against him.


His lips moved to her jaw and her neck, and all the while he spoke sweetly against her.

“And this? May I kiss you here?”

He felt her swallow as he peppered her skin with tiny kisses, and again he heard her voice, faint yet insistent.


Her breast was still cupped in his hand, and he lightly pinched the hard peak while asking, “What about this, Holly? May I do this?”

She gasped and rocked her hips against him, and he took that as a yes. God, it had been so long since he’d been with anyone like this, and the way she responded to him was enough to drive him mad. He knew this was dangerous ground, that he wasn’t just attracted to Holly physically. He should be logical here, weigh the pros and cons, but her hands had left his neck and found the button of his jeans, and that was it. Will finally put his overactive brain to rest. It was all instinct from here, because Holly Chandler responded to his impulses, and he to hers.

“May I have the pleasure, Mr. Evans?” She undid the button. “Or can I call you Billy now?”

Will scooped her into his arms and dropped her over the side of the sofa so she now lay on her back. Holly yelped with laughter as he stepped around to meet her, sitting on the edge of a cushion.

“No to Billy,” he said. Then, “You first,” returning the favor, unbuttoning and unzipping her jeans. “If I may.”


Six Month Rule by A.J. Pine is a contemporary romance, released by Entangled Publishing on July 11, 2016.

Book Links: Amazon | Amazon UK | B & N | iTunes | Kobo | Goodreads

About the Author:

AJ Pine writes stories to break readers’ hearts, but don’t worry—she’ll mend them with a happily ever after. As an English teacher and a librarian, AJ has always surrounded herself with books. All her favorites have one big commonality–romance. Naturally, her books have the same. When she’s not writing, she’s of course reading. Then there’s online shopping (everything from groceries to shoes) and, of course, a tiny bit of TV where she nourishes her undying love of vampires and superheroes. And in the midst of all of this, you’ll also find her hanging with her family in the Chicago burbs.

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Monday, 18 July 2016

No Falling Allowed by Melissa West - Book Excerpt
Today is the release day No Falling Allowed by Melissa West and we're sharing an excerpt! Enjoy!

From the Blurb:

My life just went South…

Twenty-four hours. That’s how long it took my life to flip upside down.

Wake up in bed alone after the best night of my life? Check.

Get fired instead of the promised promotion? Check.

Wealthy parents cut me off when I refuse to follow their path for my life? Check.

Now I’m in Cricket Creek, SC—a place where no New Yorker belongs—disowned and broke, with a new job that I can’t mess up. Oh yeah, and staring at my one-night stand, who happens to be the complete opposite of my type.




Noah Hunter never should have made it back to my apartment in NYC, and I definitely shouldn’t be in his small town. But fate had another plan. Or a horrible sense of humor.

Who knew Mr. Wrong could feel so right…


I found myself wishing I lived in a simple studio, nothing grand, so he would feel we were on an even playing field. Somehow I knew that would impress him more than the reality—he’d come home with one of the wealthiest people in New York—hell, all of America.

I started to open the door, then paused and spun around, causing Hunter to bump into me. My body burned with embarrassment, and I wondered why I was so nervous. I’d hooked up with guys before, so what was so different about this?

I took in the stubble on his face, his buzzed hair, the waffle-knit shirt, worn jeans, all of it so unlike any other guy who’d been to my apartment. And that was when I had my answer—everything. Everything about this was different.

“My apartment…”

“Grace?” He bent forward, closing the small space between us, his hand covering mine over the doorknob, twisting. It was the first time he’d said my name, and I was surprised by how much it soothed me. I wished he’d say it again and again. The accent that had grated on my nerves mere hours before now sounded like slow, warm syrup, coating me in a caress I never knew I craved.

His breath hit my neck, and I lost my mind, all sense of reality. “Grace?” he repeated.


“We don’t have to do this,” he whispered.

“I want to, I just…this…I’m…”

Hunter’s lips gently touched mine, ending my rambling midsentence, and the small spark in my stomach roared to life, spreading out through me in tingles that could warm me even in the coldest of winters. Apparently, I didn’t need a coat after all; I just needed Hunter.

“This is on you, City. Your choice. But I’m in. I’m so in.” For once, just once, I didn’t want to think. I turned the knob and walked inside, listening as Hunter shut the door behind us and turned the deadbolt, then there was only silence all around us—no lights, no sounds to distract us. Hunter took my hand, his eyes on me, and slowly kissed each of my fingers then tugged me toward him. His lips found mine, this time rougher, taking a deep inhale instead of a breath, nothing about it calm or pretty. I knew then and there that this, whatever it was, would be unlike any night I’d experienced before.

I led him to my room, my pulse hammering in my ears, my body unbelievably keyed up. I couldn’t stop thinking, couldn’t relax.

“Don’t do that.”

I turned in his arms, lifted my chin. “What?”

“Hide in here.” He kissed my forehead, then trailed slow kisses down the side of my face, heat hitting my ear as he whispered, “Let me take the worry away. For one night, just
be you.”

“One night?”

“One mind-blowing night.” Hunter’s hands dropped to my waist, his gaze following his hands, igniting my insides all over again. “What are you afraid of? Me…or yourself?”


No Falling Allowed by Melissa West is a contemporary romance, released by Entangled Publishing on July 18, 2016.

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About the Author:

Melissa West writes heartfelt Southern romance and YA sci-fi romance, all with lots of kissing. Because who doesn’t like kissing?. She lives outside of Atlanta, GA with her husband and two daughters and spends most of her time writing, reading, or fueling her coffee addiction.

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Wednesday, 13 July 2016

About Ever My Love - Guest Post by Kathryn Le Veque
Today Kathryn Le Veque has stopped by to tell us a little about the new anthology, Ever My Love: The Lore of the Lucius Ring (The Legend of the Theodosia Sword Book 2) by USA Today and New York Times bestselling authors Kathryn Le Veque, Eliza Knight, Suzan Tisdale, Cheryl Bolen, Sabrina York, and Susan Stoker.

From the Blurb:

The heart of a legend. The only chance for love. The hope that the Fates will be kind before time runs out.

The long-awaited sequel to the original multi-genre USA TODAY bestselling collection, With Dreams Only Of You: The Legend of the Theodosia Sword, has finally arrived. Welcome to EVER MY LOVE: THE LORE OF THE LUCIUS RING, a multi-genre new material collection unlike any other romance collection available today.

Six of the top authors in their genres bring you this powerhouse collection based upon the common thread of a cursed ring, passed down through the female line descended from Theodosia herself. Only a woman may bear the burden of the ring said to curse she who wears it. When the owner of the ring finds love, the stone remains crimson and assures her life-long happiness. But if she does not find love by her twenty-fifth birthday, the ring will turn dark and she will be forever cursed with loneliness.

Join the descendants of Theodosia as they grapple with a family legend that follows them through centuries of hope, heartache, adventure, and romance in seven amazing segments:

In ancient Rome - The ring, and its curse, begin with the beautiful Theodosia.

Medieval England - The ring finds its way into a notorious outlaw's possession only to curse the woman he loves.

The Scottish Highlands - The ring escapes with a little girl... and the curse follows.

Tudor England - The ring once again becomes the prize for the lawless when an infamous female pirate tries to steal it from a Queen’s Naval Captain.

Georgian Era
- Twin sisters vie for the ring - and for the Duke of Axminster.

Regency England - The ring enters the proud and proper Regency set where the curse finds new life.

Modern Times - Mistaken identity, soul mates, and the last chance for the ring to fulfill its destiny.

Seven unique and powerful brand-new stories take the legend of the Lucius Ring through the ages. Discover how each woman finds her own love, peace, and happiness. The ring that can tear them apart is also the one that binds them.

The heart of a legend. The only hope for love... will each lady find her destiny before time runs out?

About Ever My Love - Guest Post by Kathryn Le Veque 

Ever My Love: The Lore of the Lucius Ring has had an interesting evolution. It is the planned sequel to the USA Today bestselling collection "With Dreams Only of You", which hit the USAT in July of 2015. At the time, there was nothing else like it out there - a collection of six novellas, each one in a different genre and written by a top author in that genre, following the story of a Roman gladius (sword) that was passed down through the male line of the same family. The sword was said to curse the man who owned it, making him unlucky in love, but that curse was licked in every novella and each short story had its own HEA. We had such a great response to it that we immediately planned the sequel.

Now, since the first book involved a Roman soldier named Lucius, and the sword upon which he wrote a poem to his wife, Theodosia, we decided to make the sequel from Theodosia's point of view. Lucius had given her a very old family ring and there happened to be a curse on that ring as well - if the owner of the ring doesn't find love before her twenty-fifth birthday, then the red stone will turn black and the owner will be alone forever. We were so excited to write this collection - Christi Caldwell, Cynthia Wright, Eva Devon, Eliza Knight, Suzan Tisdale, and myself - but as the year progressed and life caught up with us all - Christi, Cynthia, and Eva unfortunately had to leave us. So Suzan and Eliza knew we didn't want this project to die - it was such a beautiful legend to tell - so we reached out to three authors whom we felt would write absolutely smashing novellas to blend with our vision for the sequel. Bringing on Sabrina York, Cheryl Bolen, and Susan Stoker was so exciting for us, and we were thrilled to work with these lovely and talented women. The stories they have brought forth about The Lucius Ring are truly visionary - rich in detail, true to the continuing story line of the original collection, we are so pleased with the way the stories all came together and seamlessly melded. I think readers are going to lose themselves in these tales, and in the journey of The Lucius Ring, because every novella in the collection is a page-turner.

Ever My Love: The Lore of the Lucius Ring was definitely a story that needed to be told, and we're extremely proud and happy to be able to do that. Happy reading!


Ever My Love: The Lore of the Lucius Ring is a historical romance anthology, released July 12, 2016.

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Monday, 11 July 2016

One Week to Score by Kate Meader - Book Excerpt
Today we are sharing an excerpt from One Week to Score by Kate Meader. Enjoy!

From the Blurb:

He’s the man she loves to hate…

Olivia Kane’s wedding day has just imploded spectacularly. Shots lined up at the bar? Bring it. Hot stranger on the hook? Come on down. What this party does not need is six feet and change of home-grown Texas cockiness in the form of her brother’s best friend, the man who broke her heart seven years ago.

She’s the woman he has to have…

Flynn Cross won’t stand by while Liv finds sensual solace in the arms of a stranger, not when his own hard-for-her body is more than up for the task. For one week, he’ll make her honeymoon-for-one a sizzling party for two.

Breaking the rules, one steamy night at a time…

But the taboo they’re breaking is only the beginning…and Flynn’s part in Liv’s wedding debacle could bring about their end.


Flynn moved closer and the air she breathed was full of him. Liv felt herself weakening, falling under the thick wave of his masculine essence.

“I haven’t agreed to your offer and even if I did, I’m not seeing how doing what you tell me comes close to fulfilling my fantasy.”

He crowded her against the mirror. “Don’t you?”

So maybe she was having a moment of clarity, but damned if she’d let him get away with being on top in everything.

“The point is that you’re my sex slave, right?”

His gaze dipped to her lips, unmistakable hunger in it. “Sex slave. Yeah, sounds about right.”

“You’re supposed to do as I say. Every wicked thing I want.”

Inclining his head to the well of her neck, he breathed her in. The sensual proximity popped her nipples hard against the bikini cups.

Okay, harder.

A very male sound emerged from his throat. “Every. Wicked. Thing.”

“Then go get me a supersized pina colada in a to-go cup. If I have to listen to you while you sex me up, then I’d rather be trashed.”

“I usually need a little more romance, but okay,” he whispered. “Try again.”


“Another order. Fuckin’ turns me on when you get all bossy.” He moved closer, his body practically covering hers like a sexy blanket of all Flynn. Wrapping her up, smothering her senses. Between her legs, wetness bloomed, and hell, it looked like she was buying this bikini whether she wanted it or not.

“Someone might come in.”

“Makes it more exciting.”

So true, and wasn’t that what she wanted on this trip? A chance to lose herself in pleasure, to dull the edges of the pain, to feel wanted and desired? But she refused to let him call every shot.

Control, she needed a scrap of it. “On—on your knees, Cross.”

Without hesitation, he folded to the floor, dragging his rakishly-stubbled jaw down her sensitized body, his head now aligned with her belly.

The reality of the situation suddenly crashed over her, not just the danger of discovery but also the danger of him. The boy she’d pined over, the man she’d hated for so long. How could she even be considering him as her savior? So they were on the same page about a week-long fling, but she was already skipping ahead a few chapters to the end, which she was pretty sure did not include a HEA. More like heartbreak, and she was done with that.

It’s just pleasure, her body argued against that downer bitch of a brain. You deserve this.


One Week to Score by Kate Meader is a contemporary romance, released by Entangled Publisher on July 11, 2016.

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About the Author:

Originally from Ireland, Kate cut her romance reader teeth on Maeve Binchy and Jilly Cooper novels, with some Mills & Boon thrown in for variety. Give her tales about brooding mill owners, oversexed equestrians, and men who can rock an apron or a fire hose, and she is so there. Now based in Chicago, she writes sexy contemporary romance with alpha heroes and strong heroines who can match their men quip for quip.

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Monday, 4 July 2016

The Duke of Daring by Darcy Burke - Book Excerpt
Tomorrow is released day of The Duke of Daring by Darcy Burke, and we're sharing an excerpt!


From the Blurb:

Miss Lucinda Parnell is out of money. A dismal failure at the Marriage Mart, she’d just as soon leave Society far behind. Desperate to earn funds to retire with her grandmother to the country, Lucy disguises herself as a man to gamble in London’s hells. But the Earl of Dartford, an Untouchable she never imagined speaking to let alone spending time with, is onto her in a trice. When he insists on acting as her protector, Lucy fears her chance to remain an independent woman is destined to go up in flames.

After losing his entire family, Andrew Wentworth, Earl of Dartford built a wall to keep attachments at bay. He believed he could keep Miss Parnell safe without compromising his defenses, but she’s exciting and irresistible. Their deepening relationship makes him even more determined to push her away. Nothing will stop him from trying to avoid reliving the anguish of loss. Love is the one risk he doesn’t have the heart to dare.


“Yes, let’s be direct with one another, shall we?”

Lucy blinked at him. “I am always direct.”

“Unless you’re trying to fool people into thinking you’re a man.” His sarcasm was simultaneously annoying and charming.

“Yes, that. A necessary transgression, I’m sure you agree.”

His brow arched. “I hardly think you care whether I agree.”

He had her there. She grinned. “Maybe a little. I mean, I do care. A little.” She’d come to like Dartford during their brief acquaintance, in spite of his moments of arrogance and imperiousness. She looked forward to another adventure or two with him. “You have my word that I won’t venture out without your assistance. Shall we set our next appointment?”

His eyes widened briefly. He seemed a bit surprised at the ease with which she’d agreed. “Excellent. Tell me when, and I’ll meet you as I did tonight.”

“Four nights hence, at half past eleven.”

The hackney drew to a halt on Bolton Street, but not in front of her house. They stepped out of the cab, and Dartford paid the coachman.

With her house in sight, weariness seeped into Lucy’s frame. She longed to pluck all the padding from her body and scrub her face clean after discarding the fake sideburns.

Dartford walked with her toward the house. “What would your grandmother say if she knew you were doing this?”

Lucy suffered a pang of guilt. “She’d be horrified.”

“What does she think you’re going to do once she retires?”

They’d reached her house. Lucy stopped and turned toward him. “She expects me to marry.”

“And is that a possibility?” he asked. Shadows played across his face, but she could see his eyes clearly. They were dark, intelligent, often filled with humor. His cheekbones gave definition, while his chin, square with a slight cleft, provided character. He bore an appealing countenance. No, that wasn’t at all fair. He was exceptionally handsome. And an earl. Precisely the kind of man her grandmother had hoped she would marry but who’d consistently ignored her the past five years. An Untouchable.

She tamped down a scowl, suddenly annoyed anew at her predicament, which was silly since she’d abandoned the idea of marriage. A choice she didn’t regret in the slightest.

She gestured to her costume and the sideburns stuck to her face, currently making her itch. “Would I be doing this if it were?”

He shrugged. “Perhaps it is possible, but you don’t wish to marry, so you choose this instead.”

That actually summed up her current attitude quite accurately. She would choose this over marriage. “As it happens, I don’t wish to marry.”

“Indeed?” He cocked his head to the side. “How surprising. We are alike, then, because I don’t wish to marry either. Some distant cousin will need to inherit the title.”

She wanted to ask why but didn’t. That would encourage him to ask her the same, and she had no intention of explaining that to him. Besides, it was best if they didn’t become too…close. This was a necessary partnership, but they weren’t going to be lifelong friends.

“Are those comfortable?” He reached out with his fingertips and brushed the sideburn glued along her right jawline.

She ignored the frisson of delight that sparked down her neck. “Not particularly. In fact, I’d like a few days to recover from wearing them.”

“I should like to see you without them.” His dark gaze penetrated through her carefully constructed wall, and his deep voice shot straight into her chest, stirring the inconvenient attraction she felt toward him.

Her breath caught. “I doubt you ever will.”

His mouth ticked up in a half smile. “Don’t tease me. Please. Not when I’ve been so helpful. Think of all you won tonight.”

All she’d won. It wasn’t just the money. Not to her. She’d won respect with her shooting, even if she couldn’t tell them she was a woman.

She took a step back, determined to put space between herself and this suddenly dangerous man. “I appreciate your help, but I won’t share credit for my winnings. They are mine alone.”

He gave a slight bow. “My apologies,” he murmured.

“I’ll see you in a few days.” She turned from him.

“Not if I see you first,” he said.


The Duke of Daring by Darcy Burke is a historical romance, released on July 5, 2016.

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About the Author:

Darcy Burke is the USA Today bestselling author of hot, action-packed historical and sexy, emotional contemporary romance. Darcy wrote her first book at age 11, a happily-ever-after about a swan addicted to magic and the female swan who loved him, with exceedingly poor illustrations.

A native Oregonian, Darcy lives on the edge of wine country with her guitar-strumming husband, their two hilarious kids-who each seem to have inherited the writing gene in some form-and two Bengal cats. In her "spare" time Darcy is a serial volunteer enrolled in a 12-step program where one learns to say "no," but she keeps having to start over. Her happy places are Disneyland and Labor Day weekend at the Gorge.

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