Monday, December 9, 2019
Manhattan, a standalone in the Becker Brothers series is a small town, country, friends-to-lovers romance coming on December 19th. The fire... the guitar... THE FEELS!
Everyone knows not to fall in love with your best friend.
But when your best friend is Michael Becker, it’s impossible not to.
He’s everything our town knows a Becker brother to be: devastatingly handsome, charming as a thief, and the icing on the cake — a sentimental musician who’s never without his guitar.
And he was mine. At least, that’s what I’d convinced myself.
Our bond was born in elementary school, strengthened by circumstance and the promise to always be there for each other, no matter what. And the best thing about my life was being friends with Michael Becker.
Until it was the worst.
I watched him fall in love with someone else, and helped patch him back up when she left him behind. But when he drops the bomb that he’s moving to New York, I realize it’s my last chance to tell him how I feel. And I ask him to make one more promise.
One summer. One list of adventures to remind him that our small town has more to offer than memories of the girl who left him behind.
One last chance to tell him I’m in love with him.
And I’m just dumb enough to believe that maybe he could love me, too.
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Kandi Steiner is a bestselling author and whiskey connoisseur living in Tampa, FL. Best known for writing “emotional rollercoaster” stories, she loves bringing flawed characters to life and writing about real, raw romance — in all its forms. No two Kandi Steiner books are the same, and if you’re a lover of angsty, emotional, and inspirational reads, she’s your gal.
An alumna of the University of Central Florida, Kandi graduated with a double major in Creative Writing and Advertising/PR with a minor in Women’s Studies. She started writing back in the 4th grade after reading the first Harry Potter installment. In 6th grade, she wrote and edited her own newspaper and distributed to her classmates. Eventually, the principal caught on and the newspaper was quickly halted, though Kandi tried fighting for her “freedom of press.” She took particular interest in writing romance after college, as she has always been a diehard hopeless romantic, and likes to highlight all the challenges of love as well as the triumphs.
When Kandi isn’t writing, you can find her reading books of all kinds, talking with her extremely vocal cat, and spending time with her friends and family. She enjoys live music, traveling, anything heavy in carbs, beach days, movie marathons, craft beer and sweet wine — not necessarily in that order.
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Thursday, December 5, 2019
Out Now! You are going to fall in love with Dottie and Jason!! The Lineup by: Meghan Quinn another five stars!!!!
THE LINEUP by Meghan Quinn
Release Date: December 5th
Genre: Contemporary Romance
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Want to know a secret? It's about that girl over there. Don’t look, but she’s the one in the power suit—with the long, black hair and the serious expression, the one I’m about to go on a date with . . . Yeah, according to her, she “accidentally” donated an obscene amount of money to my charity — The Lineup — to win said date but I found out the truth. Miss. Button Up Blouse has a secret, passionate crush on me. I didn’t know her name until two days ago, despite the friends we have in common. Was I oblivious? Probably. Was I blind to it? Definitely. But I’m no fool, I see it now. The High Heel Harlot wants more than just a date with Jason Orson, she wants to be able to claim the best butt in baseball as hers. Here's another secret . . . she has no idea I know.
It isn’t in my nature to cry over burnt ham, but here I am, tearing up like a jackass, because the meal I’ve been reluctantly slaving over for the past four hours is two shades away from charred dust. I had it all planned out. The timing was right, the recipes perfected, the table decorated with impeccably folded napkins that impersonated angelic swans, and polished silver that I scrubbed for an hour until I could see my balls in the reflection. Nothing says polished silverware like a spoon that gives you a clear upside-down view of your gonads. But even with countless hours of preparing this feast, naked as the day I was born with only an apron to cover my man-loins, I still ended up with a scorched ham doused in fire extinguisher agent because somehow, the damn thing caught on fire. Imagine this, a grown-ass man—no, not just a grown-ass man, but a man at the fresh age of twenty-eight, built like a linebacker with buttocks you can bounce rocks off . . . thanks to squatting for a living—dancing around the kitchen on his twinkle toes, arms flailing with pink and white potholders attached to his hands, screaming like a banshee, as flames light up the Jenn-Air double oven where the brown sugar and pineapple ham resided. Are you seeing it? Add the imagery of said man naked, dick and balls harmoniously bouncing in panic while the apron his “girlfriend” got him that says Eat my food, Lick my dick, unravels in the fit to unleash the fire extinguisher. That was me . . . a minute ago. Frantic, screaming, and all in all losing any last shred of my man card I had left. It’s why I’m currently weeping like a nitwit into the flaps of my apron, wondering where I went wrong. If we’re going to be honest with each other—and I would like to establish honesty with you—I’ll admit, I’ve always leaned toward the sensitive side. You know, the cuddly grizzly bear. Big and intimidating but a fucking gooey butterball heart on the inside. Tell me a love story. I’ll listen the crap out of it. The Bachelor? Why yes, that’s one of my favorite shows. Do I smile when sharing a candlelit dinner with myself, followed by a nice long soak in a bubble bath while Enya—the fucking goddess of all voices—plays in the background? I sure as shit do. But if some ignorant asswipe gets in my face on the ball field, stirring up trouble, I’m the first to lay a fist across his jaw and the first to be thrown out of a game. And I’m not even sorry about it. People are arriving in an hour. I’m vulnerable as fuck with my bare ass resting against the cold white-oak floor of my girl’s apartment, while a lonely tear streams down my freshly shaven cheek. I have no main dish, and the apartment smells like burnt rabbit turd. Why am I in this hopeless predicament? Because of one person. One single person who flipped my life upside down. A bombshell in a suit, a ravenous sex-fiend in the sheets, a classy and sophisticated tight-ass in the boardroom. She’s a knockout who’s always on my mind. She’s the girl you do things for, that you never thought you’d ever do . . . Like cook a fancy-as-fuck four-course meal for her and her business associates while practicing interesting conversational starters to ensure the night flows smoothly. Back in college, I might have been referred to as the mother hen of the boys. I might have cooked at least two meals a week for the guys in the loft, and yeah, I was the ironing wizard, the one everyone turned to, to get out the most stubborn wrinkles. The title has carried on over the years, but my creativity in the kitchen has dwindled with the lack of time, my ironing is now done by my apartment keeper once a week, and the fresh flowers scattered around my place? They’re more dead now than alive. My point—I’m not the lady of the house I used to be. But I’ve been getting back into the swing of it. So when my girl asked me to perform the impossible feat of an intimate dinner for four, I should have ordered in, tossed everything in serving dishes, and called it a night. But nooooooooo, I had to attempt to be a goddamn hero and try to cook everything myself. And all for what? For one girl? No. Not just one girl. The girl who owns my balls, who has a grip so tight on them that if she asked me to bellow out my ABCs in soprano while swirling my finger around my belly button . . . I would. Who is this girl that has brought me to the brink of boo-boo smush bear insanity and caused me to weep like a schoolgirl in the corner of the apartment? There’s only one lady with more than enough ovaries to buckle the knees of the mighty Jason Orson. The one and only Dorothy “Dottie” Domico.
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USA Today Bestselling Author, wife, adoptive mother, and peanut butter lover. Author of romantic comedies and contemporary romance, Meghan Quinn brings readers the perfect combination of heart, humor, and heat in every book.
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Sunday, November 24, 2019
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Author: Amy Daws
Genre: Sports Romance
Release Date: November 21, 2019
Cover Designer: Amy Daws
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What happens when an almost thirty-year-old virgin agrees to let her Scottish footballer best friend give her some lessons in seduction? Lots of banter, awkwardness, jealousy, and heat. Midfielder Maclay “Mac” Logan is a loud-mouthed, tattooed ginger content with focusing on football. But when an adorably-freckled seamstress comes barreling into his life, he finds Netflix-And-Bickering with her to be his new favorite pastime. Freya Cook is used to being the invisible woman with a needle and thread, offering cheeky punchlines as she helps dress London’s finest. She’s plus-sized in body and spirit, and other than her friendship with Mac, talking to the opposite sex is one skill she never mastered. However, after one innocent game of Never Have I Ever, Mac offers to play Love Coach for Freya. What neither of them see coming are the feelings that develop when the clothes come off. Now they’re both about to learn the biggest lesson of all: Don't fall in love with your best friend.
Kenzie's Review (ARC provided)
Amy OUTDID herself. This Harris Brother Spin-off has taken me for a whirlwind, given me my biggest book hangover, and has kept me wanting more from are favorite Scot Macky.
Maclay Logan and Freya cook are the BEST book couple, because we all love the friends that fall in love, right? But no relationship is butterflies and rainbows, and when Mac and Freya get pulled apart, feelings are hurt, hearts are crushed, and spirits are stomped on. This was a read that could not be put down and need to read ASAP.
Hands down the best book I’ve read of the year. I feel like I wanted for Mac and Freya for forever, but it was just my impatience because I wanted them SO MUCH. Freya is so awesome, and SO relatable. Her thoughts, her figure. Her fears. Not feeling like she’s good enough. Then there’s Mac. Who is also awesome. And has his own faults... I just love their relationship- from Netflixing Heartland, Hercules the cat... and how freaking swoon worthy Mac is when he becomes her “love coach”. I can’t even tell you how much I loved it. I honestly want to start reading it again, it was that good. Amy builds you up with this amazing story. Sends you gutted for a bit, and brings it all back to you in this perfect package. Read. This. Book. -Goodreads Reviewer I wake the next morning to a rough tongue touching my nipple. A smile spreads across my face as I open my eyes and expect to find Freya. My face falls when I see it’s her fucking demon of a cat laving at my pec like it’s going to produce milk at any moment. “Fuck off, you wee bastard!” I bellow and shove the animal off my chest. Hercules takes off down the hallway, and a snort echoes in the room. I turn my gaze to find Freya perched on a chair in the corner of her bedroom. She’s dressed in a long nightshirt, her red hair a wild mess of curls, and her makeup smudged like she was properly fucked last night. And she looks positively entertained. “Did you just sit there and watch your cat violate me?” I croak, sitting up and rubbing my tender nipple. She giggles and steadies herself so as not to spill the two cups of coffee in her hands. “I came in to bring you a coffee, but Hercules looked like he was warming up to you, so I just sat down here to not interrupt. I had no idea he was going to lick your tit.” She bursts out laughing all over again. “You and I are in a fight then,” I reply gruffly, propping myself up on the headboard of her bed. “That was disturbing.” She nods, her face still tormented with poorly concealed laughter. “For us all.”
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Amy Daws is an Amazon Top 25 bestselling author of sexy, contemporary romance novels. She enjoys writing love stories that take place in America, as well as across the pond in England. When Amy is not writing in a tire shop waiting room, she's watching Gilmore Girls, or singing karaoke in the living room with her daughter while Daddy smiles awkwardly from a distance. For more of Amy's work, visit: http://www.amydawsauthor.com
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Thursday, November 21, 2019
🔥🔥 NEW RELEASE 🔥🔥
LIP SMACKER by Alison G. Bailey is LIVE! Lip Smacker will be $.99 for release day only. Are you ready for Logan Heath?!
Logan Heath was the sweetest and most beautiful boy I had ever seen. He was popular, smart, and the star quarterback of Fort Johnson High. Every girl in school followed him around in hopes of getting his attention. I was no different, except that I admired Logan from afar. With him being a superstar junior and me being an awkward freshman at a new school our coupling was a mere pipedream.
Implementing my topnotch investigating skills I learned from reading The Nancy Drew Mysteries, I followed Logan’s life from high school through his college career, and then some. Fearing that my stalker-ish tendencies were becoming more of a mental health issue, I purposely lost track of him five years ago. I admit since that time I have thought of Logan. And when I say thought I mean he has popped into one or forty R-rated dreams of mine.
The day he walked into my bakery, butterflies fluttered in my stomach, tingles tingled my skin, and a sequence of R-rated dreams flashed through my head. But I was no longer that awkward teenager, too scared to speak to him. I had grown into a confident woman. A woman who wanted to admire Logan Heath up close and personal. Unfortunately, from the very beginning Logan wanted something from me that I was not willing to give him.
Suzy's Review (ARC provided)
It's no surprise that I absolutely adored this book! Alison is one of my favorite authors. She has no trouble writing an funny, loving, sexy read like this one. I laughed, I cried, I swooned!
This is a standalone novel told from Elipheleta "Lip" Smacker. She owns a bakery that is struggling. Unfortunately there is an investment firm buying up all the businesses around her to build a hotel in their place.
In walks "The Closer" Logan Heath who is hired by the investment firm to try to get Lip to sell. (also the same buy in High School she happened to have a crush on and also liked to stalk..lol)
Wavy (Lip's grandmother and only living relative) she refuses to sell since her bakery happens to be the same building her grandparents met when they were kids.
Of course Logan and Lip struggle to keep their hands to themselves. The characters in this story are so very well written and relatable. I recommend picking up this book to see if Lip sells her bakery and see what happens between these two AMAZING CHARACTERS!!! Also after reading this story I have a strong urge to go visit Charleston, SC!
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My hands landed on my hips. “You can’t set up a mobile office in my bakery.” “I have to work, Miss Smacker, and I am a paying customer.” He took a long sip of coffee. “This is your negotiating tactic? Wait out your target until she gets so annoyed she’ll sign anything to get rid of you?” “Not to boast, but I’ve never had a woman want to get rid of me. In fact, just the opposite.” Logan looked wistfully into the air. My guess, sexy memories of the long list of women he’s had encounters with. No doubt they were skinny, had big boobs, big hair, and legs for days, with cute Ivy League sorority names like Buffy, Felicity, and Poppy. “You can’t stay here the entire day,” I snapped. “Does that mean you’re ready to discuss Harper’s offer?” “It means get out. You lurking here in the corner will unnerve my customers.” “Your customers or you?” “My customers. You’re already on my nerves.” “Then let’s talk business.” “I’m busy!” He opened his laptop. “Do you have free WiFi?” “WiFi my ass.” I stomped toward the kitchen.
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Alison G. Bailey is an award winning, Amazon, and International bestselling author living in Charleston, South Carolina. At the age of ten she discovered her inner author, rewriting scenes from her favorite TV shows and movies. Alison wrote and produced several stage plays before turning her sights on the book world. Under the influence of large amounts of Diet Pepsi and her Spotify playlists, Alison writes thought provoking, emotional stories, full of love, and romance.