Rescuing the Bad Boy (Second Chance #2) by Jessica Lemmon *Review, Excerpt and Giveaway*


Rescuing the Bad Boy (Second Chance, #2)
by Jessica Lemmon

A Contemporary Romance
From Forever
Released May 26th 2015


Not All Scars Heal

For Donovan Pate, the lake town of Evergreen Cove is a minefield of tough memories-including the day he had to let go of Sofie Martin. Years later he still can’t forget the taste of her lips and the feel of her killer curves. He knows he’s too damaged, that he should stay away for her own good. But what the head says and the heart wants are two very different things… Seven years ago, Donovan broke Sofie’s heart. Now her career depends on playing nice in order to pull off the charity fund-raiser of the decade. She vows to keep things professional… yet working by his side every day doesn’t make it easy to fight temptation, and it isn’t long before she finds herself falling for this bad boy all over again. But loving Donovan means helping him face his past-so they can fight for a future together.


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Awesome when you start a book and can’t put it down because it touches you in every way imaginable (just like I wanted Donovan to do to me!). Arghhh! The feels, the humor, the anticipation!!!!

Donovan Pate left Evergreen Cove to escape his past but now he’s back to settle his grandmother’s estate. Not an easy feat when he didn’t think much of her or what the ‘legacy’ she left behind. But things must get done and the sooner he settles everything, the sooner he can leave. But fate has other plans.

Seven years ago, Sofie Martin made a decision that blew up on her face. She moved on (slightly!), stayed in town and made a name for herself as a party planner. In the midst of planning one of the most important events of the year, she stumbles with a problem. The location for the benefit is now in the hands of Donovan–the very man she has tried unsuccessfully to forget.

Like I said, I enjoyed this story thoroughly. From the very beginning, I was intrigued by the characters, especially Donovan. I wanted to know what drove him to leave town and how he would deal with facing his past and Sofie all at once. Thankfully, the author did not disappoint in that regard. I got to experience his every emotion. From his conflicted thoughts at being back at the mansion to the regret and guilt over his treatment of Sofie seven years ago all the way through his struggle to keep his feelings for her at bay. Every single one of his emotions was there for the taking and I devoured it all.

It helped that Sofie was a great character too! I first met Sofie when I read Bringing Home the Bad Boy as one of Charlotte’s best friend. It was nice to get to know her first hand. She was funny, strong-willed and thoroughly in love with Donovan. I enjoyed watching her fight her attraction to Donovan while standing her ground in regards to the mansion’s availability for the benefit.

I loved Sofie and Donovan together. Their bickering cracked me up and their honest and candid moments melted my heart. I loved watching how that initial connection grew even before they got together physically. Now don’t get me wrong, it was fantastic having them together at least. But those quiet exchanges, the flirty moments and just every day interactions really worked for me.

Although this is the second book in the series, it can certainly be read as a stand alone. But let me tell you, you are missing out if you don’t pick up a copy of Bringing Home the Bad Boy. Like this one, it truly was awesome.

All in all, a fantastic story about second chances and starting anew. I loved it!

*I received a copy of this title in exchange of my honest opinion.



Her soft touch landed on Donovan’s arm, and the anger shuddering inside him shifted into an ache. She stepped closer, the warmth between them radiating enough heat to set him on fire. But like the fireplaces he built, he could handle it. He could handle the heat from her, not because he was impervious, but because he was strong enough to soak her in and not burn to ash.

She turned his arm where paint was drying. She swiped at it with her sleeve. “I made a mess.”

He’d forgotten about the paint. “Don’t… I can… There is a shower in the…” He lost his train of thought when she turned those emerald green eyes up to him. He watched her delicate throat work as she swallowed. His eyes traveled up her neck and landed on her mouth. Needing her mouth, he lowered his face, watched her eyes grow dark and wide, watched her lift her chin to meet him.

Heat. He wanted more. If only to test his own strength.

He moved his lips gently against hers, but resisted holding her to him. She held onto him though, grasping his forearms with both hands, her fingers wrapped around his elbows. Pressing her body against his, pressing her tits against his ribs.

Hell, sounded like an invitation to him.  Deepening their connection, he thrust his tongue into her mouth, reached around, and grabbed her ass with both palms. When he squeezed, she sucked in a breath.

“Told you,” he rumbled.

“Told me?”

“Not a complaint, Scampi.” He squeezed again. “Perfect.”

A choked laugh left her throat. “Big.”

Still moving his hands over her backside, he said, “First thing I noticed about you at the Wharf.” He’d been plating up a chicken scaloppini when the manager walked in to show around a few new servers. Two he couldn’t remember, and Sofie. Bent over the plate, he’d peeked between the metal shelves framing that perfect ass . He’d stood to get a better look, and she’d pegged him with those moss-greens.

“Second thing I noticed was your eyes.”

Her lips parted slightly. “And the third thing?”

He kissed her. She tasted incredible. “The first time you talked to me.”

She rolled her eyes. “And what did I say?”

She didn’t think he remembered. She was wrong. “‘Can I get a side of cock?’”

Laughing, she shook her head.

He smiled back at her, unable to help himself. “Then you cleared your throat and said, ‘cocktail sauce’.”

Shaking her head, she said, “Worst abbreviation ever.”

“Kitchen guys are immature.”

She blinked up at him, studying him, like she was trying to piece him together. He didn’t want her to. Once she pieced him together and had the whole picture, she wouldn’t like what she saw.

He kissed her again, keeping his hands on her body.

“Are you testing my boundaries?” she asked, her tone teasing. He recognized that comment from the night he rescued her from Torsett.

“Mine,” he corrected.

Sofie bit her lip. “I don’t date much.”

“Me either.” At all, actually.

She shook her head, more in thought than in argument. “I don’t think I have any boundaries with you.”

He was beginning to think he had none with her, either.


Second Chance Series

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About Jessica Lemmon

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Jessica Lemmon has always been a dreamer. At some point, she decided head-in-the-clouds thinking was childish, went out, and got herself a job . . . and then she got another one because that one was lousy. And when that one stopped being fulfilling, she went out and got another . . . and another. Soon it became apparent she’d only be truly happy doing what she loved. And since “eating potato chips” isn’t a viable career, she opted to become a writer. With fire in her heart, she dusted off a book she’d started years prior, finished it, and submitted it. It may have been the worst book ever, but it didn’t stop her from writing another one. Now she has several books finished, several more started, and even more marinating in her brain (which currently resides in the clouds, thankyouverymuch), and she couldn’t be happier. She firmly believes God gifts us with talents for a purpose, and with His help, you can create the life you want. (While eating potato chips.)

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New Cover for Slave to Sensation (Psy-Changeling #1) by Nalini Singh *Review and Giveaway*


Slave to Sensation (Psy-Changeling #1)
by Nalini Singh

A Paranormal Romance
From Berkley Sensation
Released September 5th 2006



Have you had the chance to discover and devour the Psy-Changeling world?


In a world that denies emotions, where the ruling Psy punish any sign of desire, Sascha Duncan must conceal the feelings that brand her as flawed. To reveal them would be to sentence herself to the horror of “rehabilitation”–the complete psychic erasure of everything she ever was…

Both human and animal, Lucas Hunter is a Changeling hungry for the very sensations the Psy disdain. After centuries of uneasy coexistence, these two races are now on the verge of war over the brutal murders of several Changeling women. Lucas is determined to find the Psy killer who butchered his packmate, and Sascha is his ticket into their closely guarded society. But he soon discovers that this ice-cold Psy is very capable of passion–and that the animal in him is fascinated by her. Caught between their conflicting worlds, Lucas and Sascha must remain bound to their identities–or sacrifice everything for a taste of darkest temptation…

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4 stars

This was the book that introduced me to Nalini Singh and to one of my favorites PNR series of all times. According to Goodreads I read this on June 2012 and 3 years later I still remember how immersed I became in this series simply by picking up this book.

This is Lucas and Sasha story and what a doozy it was! There were rampant emotions, bickering and a whole lot of chemistry between these two. I remember enjoying Sascha’s struggles in coming to terms with her emotions. For a woman raised to not feel, having her feel all sorts of emotions, especially her overwhelming attraction to Lucas, sure made for a great treat. And Lucas wasn’t too far behind in his conflicted emotions either. A strong, hard-man he didn’t take it too well when his animal was drawn to his enemy. Like I said, it made for a fantastic read!

If you’re a fan of PNR I would highly recommend picking up this book. Believe me, every book is fantastic in its own right. With intriguing characters, captivating storylines and overwhelming passion throughout the Psy-Changeling series is one you don’t want to miss!

Hmmmm, I think a re-read is in order.






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Tour: Last of the Red-Hot Riders (Hell’s Outlaws #2) by Tina Leonard *Review, Excerpt and Giveaway*

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Last of the Red-Hot Riders (Hell’s Outlaws # 2)
By Tina Leonard

A Contemporary Romance
From Loveswept
Released May 26th  2015



The toughest rodeo rider in Hell, Texas, discovers his tender side with a feisty cowgirl in this sexy new novel from USA Today bestselling author Tina Leonard.

Cameron Dix knows that becoming an elite rider is the first step to realizing her dream: owning a special-needs equestrian academy. Only one thing stands in her way—and he’s big, tall, and sizzles like a Texas steak. Superhunk Saint Markham claims that he isn’t happy about all the women galloping into town, but the heat in his eyes tells Cameron a different story. What else can a fiery redhead do but let her hair down and give in to desire hot enough to melt her saddle?

Saint has seen what happens when women come marching into the Hell’s Outlaws Training Center: Strong men crumble. Problem is, he’s got rivals willing to train a talented lady rider like Cameron. But after one night of passion, he’s branded. And from the moment he kisses her ruby lips, Cameron is his—even if he’s too stubborn to admit it. Now Saint must stake his claim on a life of delicious sin with the woman he loves.


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4 stars

Once again Tina Leonard delivers a fun, flirty and entertaining story. Unlike the first installment that left me a little underwhelmed, this one felt just right. The mix of intriguing characters, intense chemistry and all around fantastic sense of camaraderie between characters left me pleased that I gave this series another chance.

Saint and Cameron were intriguing characters and I enjoyed them thoroughly. Cameron was head-strong, capable and so very in lust with Saint. Not that Saint was unaffected, but he sure wouldn’t acknowledge anything more than a physical attraction to Cameron. I admired Cameron’s determination to go for what she wanted and so very enjoyed watching how Saint ‘crumble’.

Although I enjoyed the antics friends and family members came up with, it were Saint and Cameron’s interactions that truly did it for me this time around. There was flirty banter, some bickering and even some honest ones too. Add that to the intense chemistry these two shared and my attention was snagged! I loved them together–the sexual tension was always a present entity and when they did let go? Phew! Sparks flew!!!

Keep in mind that although this is the second book in the series it can be read as a stand alone. However, I admit that having read the previous installment helped me a great deal too. There are still some players left to be paired up and I’m looking forward to see what the author comes up with next.

All in all, a hot cowboy romance with a great mix of humor, passion and intriguing characters.

*I received a copy of this title in exchange of my honest opinion.


“What the hell was that?” Declan asked, making his way into the booth not a full minute after Cameron had departed it.

“What was what?” Saint was still trying to figure out what had just happened. His brain couldn’t stop wondering how a man who refused to give a woman what she wanted suddenly got the daylights smooched out of him.

It had been awesome.

Maybe saying no was the key to a woman’s heart.

“Cameron kissed you. I saw her as I came in.” Declan gazed closely at him. “You look shell-shocked, buddy.”

He was torn all to hell. “It was just a friendly peck.”

“It was not a friendly peck. Pecks last no more than two seconds, and usually only one. That little lady stayed on your face for a good five seconds, not that I was counting.” Declan laughed. “It’s just that when you’ve been a bullrider, your brain automatically counts. Definitely five seconds, brother. Three seconds more than friendly.”

“She wants me to train her out at Rory’s.”

“Oh.” Declan ordered a beer from Stephen, and the dinner of the night. You could order whatever you wanted from Stephen, but you’d get served what he wanted to give you. That was another one of Stephen’s quirks. Though the food could be good on a rare occasion, most times it could be barely digestible. But no one complained—everyone was just here for the companionship, anyway. “That redhead’s a firecracker, isn’t she?”

“Something like that.”

Saint could tell Declan was trying not to laugh, didn’t want to rub it in too much, though he obviously found the situation pretty funny.

“You know you’re going to give in eventually.”

“Don’t think so.” Saint lifted his beer to his mouth, barely tasted it going down. All he could taste were soft, sweet, raspberry-colored lips.

“Oh, you will. It just depends upon how hard you plan to fight it.”

“Pretty damn hard. All of us agreed, when Judy first came to us with her dumb idea for a team of Hell’s Belles, that we, the Outlaws, do not train women.”

“Rules are made to be broken. At least from Cameron’s perspective.”

He shrugged. “She’ll have to break them elsewhere.”

“This is exactly what got us in trouble last time with the Horsemen,” Declan said, referring to their rivals across town. “The Hell’s Belles can train at Wild Jack’s with the Horsemen, probably for just about nothing.”

“The girls will never go out there again. We’re the only game in town, if Judy’s team is serious about training.”

“They’re serious. But if we won’t, they’ll find a way to make it happen.”

He heard the worry in Declan’s voice. “Look, just because Ava managed to make her way into the arena as a bullfighter doesn’t mean that’s going to become our business model. Judy needs to find something else to do with her team. That’s her problem, not ours.”

“I like it.” Declan nodded, considering Saint’s words. “You’re right. Judy’s issue can’t become ours.”

“Exactly.” Saint felt better, relaxed against the booth. They were a team, and this time they were sticking to the plan, the one they should have stuck to originally—which was no training women to bullfight at the Hell’s Outlaws Training Center.

No matter how sweet the kisses.


About the Author

Tina Leonard
USA Today Bestselling and award-winning author Tina Leonard has sold over 3 million books, making the USA Today, Waldenbooks, Bookscan, and Ingrambook bestseller lists, and publishing over seventy titles. Her work has been contracted by Random House Loveswept, Samhain Publishing, Harlequin, London Bridge, and most recently Diversion Books. Leonard is known for her sparkling sense of humor, endearing communities, snappy dialogue, and memorable characters that include sexy hunks with attitude and heroines with plenty of sass. Join her at


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Tour: Delivered Fast (Portland Heat #3) by Annabeth Albert *Review, Excerpt and Giveaway*

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Delivered Fast (Portland Heat #3)
by Annabeth Albert

An M/M Romance
From Kensington Books
Released May 26th 2015



Portland, Oregon, aka Hotlandia, where the coffee shops, restaurants, and bakeries are ready to serve everything piping hot, fresh, and ready to go—like the hard-working, hard-bodied men behind the counters—with no reservations…

Sure, Chris O’Neal has problems. His restaurant is still co-owned by his ex. His flannel-and-tattoos style is making him accidentally trendy. He can’t remember the last time he went out and had fun. But he’s not lonely, he’s driven. And the hot bakery delivery boy is not his problem, no matter how sweet his buns.

Chris is old enough to know Lance Degrassi’s sculpted good looks and clever double entendres spell nothing but trouble. Lance is still in college—he should be hitting the clubs and the books, chasing guys his own age, not pursuing some gruff motorcycle-riding workaholic. Especially when he’ll be leaving for grad school in a few months. But Lance keeps hanging around, lending a hand, charming Chris to distraction. Maybe some steaming hot no-strings indulgence won’t hurt.

Then again, maybe it will…



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4 stars

Seriously, Annabeth Albert is fast becoming a favorite author of mine. I love how she mixes the elements in her stories. The sweet and the emotional, the raunchy and the candid. It’s a nice balance that keeps me interested and invested in the characters’ story.

In this book we get Chris and Lance’s story. Chris is a business owner and Lance is the handsome delivery guy who manages to draw Chris’ world upside down. Chris is older than Lance, which leads Chris to have mixed feelings about their mutual attraction. After being dumped by his long time partner, Chris doesn’t want anything to do with a relationship. His main focus since the breakup has been his business and that’s the way he wants to keep it. However, Lance is matured beyond his years, charming and a comforting presence for Chris making it harder for him to keep Lance at arms length.

I liked fact that Chris was older but less sure of himself while Lance was younger and determined to go after what he wanted. The contrast in their personalities kept me engaged throughout. At one time or another I found myself wanting to smack them upside the head, shake some sense into them or simply just hug and comfort them. I have found that the more a reaction a story gets out of me, the more I end up enjoying it. And that was the case with Delivered Fast. I loved the characters, enjoyed how their connection grew and how explosive their chemistry could become.

All in all, a fantastic addition to the series and a sweet yet hot little read.

*I received a copy of this title in exchange of my honest opinion.



The delivery boy had sweet buns. Not to mention prize-winning  rolls. He wore a pair of those fancy over-the-ear headphones and shimmied around the white bakery truck, his hips and ass working in time to what was apparently a killer beat. Even the way he climbed into the back of the truck was a choreographed dance. I wasn’t usually one to get distracted by eye candy, but that ass . . .

I’d propped open the service door at the rear of my coffee shop about fifteen minutes earlier, hoping to coax a cool breeze into the stuffy storeroom where I’d been working. I leaned against the door frame, appreciating the unexpectedly fine view in the alley.

When the guy emerged from the truck—headphones around his neck, carrying a stack of pink boxes—I pushed away from the door and met him at the edge of the concrete steps. I tried to play it cool, like I hadn’t spent the last five minutes perving on his world-class bubble butt.

“You’re not Vic,” I said as I ushered him into the hallway that led back to the kitchen and storeroom.

“Nope. I’m Lance, Vic’s cousin. I’ll be handling your deliveries from here on out.” His smile—a wide, toothy grin—was almost as adorable as his butt. The only resemblance he had to my usual beefy delivery guy was in the chiseled facial features and light olive skin. He looked like he’d be right at home playing World Cup soccer for Italy with his wide shoulders, lean torso, muscular thighs and legs. And that ass.

Which I was going to stop thinking about right the hell now. He was too young—I could see that even more clearly under the fluorescent lights of my kitchen. Early twenties, if that. His gelled-up black hair fell across his forehead in artfully bleached strands. Too high maintenance for my taste.

“I’m Chris O’Neal. Here, let me help you with those.” Taking part of the stack from him, I showed him the metal racks where I stashed recent deliveries.

“Nice setup you’ve got here.” Lance looked around the cramped but efficient kitchen area.

“Thanks.” Most of The People’s Cup square footage was devoted to the coffee bar and seating area in the front, so I made do in the back with my organization system, which bordered on the obsessive. I’d installed floor-to-ceiling shelving on every wall, including over the cooktop and counters. The center prep table was where most of the action happened, and its broad expanse was covered with the beginnings of several dishes for tomorrow’s Sunday brunch.

“I’ve been here before with friends from PSU—for your Sunday thing. And during the week once or twice to study.”

I made a noncommittal noise. Great. A college kid. As if I needed to feel like more of an old, cranky perv.

“Let’s get the rest of the boxes.” I herded him back out to the alley. I was eager to get him and his distracting ass on his way. I had several more hours of staging work ahead of me to prepare for Sunday’s buffet. During the week we were just another coffeehouse, but we were known all over Portland for our Sunday brunch.

“So are you the owner? This all yours?” Lance asked as he got another load of boxes from the truck.

“Yeah. Mine and my partner’s. Business partner.” I fumbled the stack of boxes he handed me. Why had it felt so necessary to make that qualification? Like the kid would be in any way interested in my messed-up business relationship with my stubborn bastard of an ex.

Despite his pretty-boy looks, the kid was probably straight; he had a confident swagger girls his age likely found irresistible.

“I’ve been to your other place, too—the one in Northwest. Did the delivery there earlier. I like this location better.”

“Me too,” I said, my voice drier than gin. “Randy give you any issues?”

Randy had his location; I had mine. Our relationship had turned into something out of a bad chick flick, except there wasn’t any cute ending coming.

“Randy? Nah. It was some girl named Becky, with a nose ring and huge gauges.”

I nodded. That sounded about right for Randy’s taste. And I was not going to care whether he was banging her or how long she’d last as an employee. His shitty employee turnover wasn’t my problem. I’d washed my hands of what happened at the 23rd Street store.

“You want a cup of coffee for the road?” I asked before I could stop myself. It was the same courtesy I’d always extended to his cousin and to most of our other delivery people, but somehow my offer felt tinged with more than politeness.

“What do you have on offer today?” His grin was more than a little wicked.

Wouldn’t you like to know? I bit back the flirtatious retort. And what the hell was up with that? I did not flirt. Hell, anything other than bitter and grumpy hadn’t been my MO for months now.


About the Author

Annabeth Albert grew up sneaking romance novels under the bed covers. Now, she devours all subgenres of romance out in the open—no flashlights required! When she’s not adding to her keeper shelf, she’s a multi-published Pacific Northwest romance writer.

Emotionally complex, sexy, and funny stories are her favorites both to read and to write. Annabeth loves finding happy endings for a variety of pairings and is a passionate gay rights supporter. In between searching out dark heroes to redeem, she works a rewarding day job and wrangles two toddlers.

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Tour: Midnight Ride (Midnight Cowboys #1) by Cat Johnson *Review, Excerpt and Giveaway*


Midnight Ride (Midnight Cowboys #1)
by Cat Johnson

A Contemporary Romance
From Zebra
Released April 28th 2015



One bucking bronco…

Oklahoma ranch hand Tyler Jenkins is too young, too sexy, and too damn wild to be tied down by any single woman—for more than a few steamy hours…

One hard-working widow…

Widowed rancher Janie Smithwick is too busy paying off her debts to play rodeo with a reckless young cowboy like Tyler—no matter how hot he gets her…

One midnight ride they’ll never forget…

As a rule, Janie should be dating a man her own age, like her handsome neighbor Rohn—not the twenty-four-year old ranch hand he employs. But once Tyler gets Janie alone—held tight in his arms, pressed against his hard muscled body, burning with desire—the widow realizes that some rules, like broncos, are meant to be broken…


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4 stars

I love cowboy romances and in my experience Cat Johnson’s books offer the right amount of complex characters, sexy interludes and the perfect range in emotions–Midnight Ride is no exception! As the first book in a series, it does a brilliant job of letting the reader get acquainted with the setting, get to know the characters and get the feel of how the series will continue on.

This is Tyler and Janie’s story.

Tyler has a reputation of being a player and although he has no qualms to living up to that reputation, he feels like it’s time to start wanting more. Just as he’s wrapping his head around that idea he meets Janie. A widower who lives her life going through the motions, Janie is not looking for love. She’s content in her life–she loved and was loved and now her life is all about taking care of her land.

That is until she realizes that she could do with some help. And here is where Tyler comes in. Charismatic, sexy and considerate Tyler is the only man since her husband’s death to awaken emotions and desires in her she had once thought forgotten. Now if only she can get used to the idea of dating a younger man.

Like I said before, there hasn’t been a book by Cat Johnson that I haven’t enjoyed, but this one story I enjoyed the most (so far!). I loved that Janie was an older woman, set in her ways and reluctant to fall in love again. She was strong yet vulnerable and her journey in letting Tyler in was a treat to read.

Likewise, Tyler was a great characters too. Not only was he sexy and handsome, he was also different form any young cowboy I’ve read of lately. He was funny and flirtatious but strong and caring–just the right mix of goodness to jolt Janie awake from the slumber she called a life.

Needless to say that there was chemisry between these two. Like expected, Cat Johnson delivered on that account making Janie and Tyler’s sex scenes smoking hot. I liked the mix of hesitation, understanding and unleashed passion Janie and Tyler experienced during those times and how the author allowed the reader to experience them fully. This is turn helped me to connect and better understand Janie and Tyler.

My only issue with the story would have to be the time-frame. I did think that they fell rather hard in the span of a few weeks. There were enough moments of connection between Tyler and Janie and enough conflicting emotions from both of them to show that they didn’t take this step into a relationship lightly, but I would have loved to see more of them getting to know each other and less second-guessing and rambling thoughts. But even then I wouldn’t put this in the insta-love category, so all’s good!

All in all, a wonderful romantic read!

*I received a copy of this title in exchange of y honest opinion.


A dark shape, its bulk blocking the window of the back door, caught her eye. Startled, she jumped, but managed to hold in the scream that threatened to sneak out past the hand she’d pressed to her mouth.

Logic replaced fright soon enough and she recognized the cowboy hat and the cowboy beneath it. Living alone had made her jumpy. She wasn’t used to company. She moved toward the door and swung it wide.

“I’m so sorry I scared you again. I seem to keep doing that. I didn’t mean to.” He bowed his head in a move that would have looked contrite on anyone else. On Tyler, with a cocky smile lighting his face, it only made him look amused.

“It’s okay. I was expecting you. I just got startled, is all.” Janie figured it was simply a symptom of living alone after having people around the place for so many years.

“This here’s Colton.” Tyler stepped to the side and hooked a thumb in the direction of the blond

cowboy behind him. Not only had Tyler arrived as promised, but he wasn’t alone. Good thing she had made that extra coffee.

“Howdy, ma’am.” The man introduced as Colton tipped his hat to her in greeting. “We spoke on the phone yesterday.”

“Yes, we did.” She had to wonder when ranch hands in Oklahoma had gotten so young and so handsome.

They certainly hadn’t seemed so when she’d had a crew working here. Then again, her husband had done all the hiring. Tom had always chosen older, plainer, married men to work for them. It seemed Rohn leaned toward hiring a crew way younger than she was used to having around her own place.

Janie realized she was being rude, leaving them standing in the doorway, and took a step back. “Come on in, both of you. And thank you for calling and letting me know about the fence. I appreciate it.”

“Not a problem.” Colton dipped his head. “I didn’t think it would be good to chance having your cows break out and somehow get in with our bulls.”

She laughed. “I don’t know about that. Considering the bulls on your property, I might have me some prize-winning bucking stock in a few years if that were to happen.”

“If you’re thinking about breeding your heifers, I could talk to Rohn for you—”

“No. That’s okay.” Janie interrupted Tyler’s offer. “I know full well that Rohn’s bulls are potential champion buckers. My stock consists of a few heifers and some cows I was too sentimental to sell with the rest of the stock last year. It would be silly to even think about breeding them with your bulls.”

Tyler shrugged. “Well, if you change your mind, just let me know.”

“I will. And thank you.” A beep from the counter behind Janie signaled the pot was done brewing. The fence would wait long enough for them to drink the coffee while it was fresh and hot. “Coffee’s ready. Can I pour you two a cup before we head outside?”

“Yes, ma’am. That would be great.” Colton nodded. “Black, lots of sugar if you’ve got it.”

“Yeah, I’ve got it.” She smiled as she poured. That was how her husband used to take his. She handed Colton the mug. “Sugar is in that big canister right there on the counter. Spoons are in the drawer just below.”

She’d long ago given up on trying to keep one of those cute little sugar bowls full with Tom and the other guys dipping into it all day. Even though it had been nearly a year since she’d been drinking her coffee alone in the morning—and she only took one teaspoon of sugar in hers—she’d never put the oversized sugar container away. It was too familiar, too much a part of the kitchen, so it remained where it had always been.

Tyler took the mug Janie handed him. “I take cream and sugar in mine . . . if you’ve got any. I’m afraid I’m not as hard-core as Colton here.”

Always the charmer, he treated her to the same self-deprecating smile she’d seen the night before during their odd encounter. Janie smiled.

“Don’t worry, so do I. There’s a quart of half-and-half in the fridge. Top shelf.” Coffee without cream and sugar was torture, as far as she was concerned. It didn’t matter how good the beans were or how fancy the machine brewing them.

“Thank you, much. I’ll grab it for us both, then.” He nodded, sending the cowboy hat into a dip as he turned to open the refrigerator. Tyler turned back to her with the container in hand. “Then when we’ve all had our coffee, you can come outside and see if Colton and I did a good enough job on the fence for you.”

Janie drew her brows low. “You fixed it already?”

“Yes, ma’am.” Colton leaned back against the counter with his mug in his hand.

“I was going to help—”

Tyler’s burst of air cut her short. “No gentleman worth anything is gonna let a lady help him do something like dig out a fence post. We handled it just fine on our own.”

“Yup,” Colton agreed. “Wasn’t a problem at all.”

Their kindness threatened to bring tears to Janie’s eyes. “I don’t know how to thank you.”

“This here fine coffee is thanks enough.” Tyler smiled. “Don’t tell Rohn I said so, but he makes the worst coffee I’ve ever tasted.”

Colton let out a laugh. “Ain’t that the truth. Tastes like he scooped it out of a tire rut after a rainstorm.”

Janie couldn’t control her smile. “Maybe I should come over and give him a lesson.”

The corners of Tyler’s mouth lifted. “I think that’s a very good idea. I can’t think of a better way to start a morning than greeting the day with a beautiful woman and some good coffee.”

His stare was so intense upon her that she felt her cheeks heat. She couldn’t exactly say thank you since he hadn’t said she was that beautiful woman he’d been referring to, but the implication had been there. Judging by the look in his eyes as they focused solely on her, his meaning was clear.

“Then I’ll see what I can do . . . about Rohn’s coffee, that is. It’s the least I can do to pay you back for your work on the fence.” Desperate to get out from under his gaze, she threw out that response and then turned toward the counter to add sugar to her own mug.

“I’ll look forward to it.” There was amusement in Tyler’s voice as it came from much closer to her than she expected.

He leaned past her to set the container of half-and- half on the counter next to her. The move put him close enough that the combined scents of manly deodorant and good clean sweat hit her. That, along with the warmth radiating off his body as he brushed against her before moving back, had her hyperaware of Tyler. He was a man and she was a woman. Her body knew it and didn’t care he was younger and she was a fool to even think of him that way.

Janie took her time adding cream to her mug. When she finally had no more excuse to hide in the corner, she turned. She was in time to see Colton shoot an amused look at his friend before his mug covered the smirk on his lips.

Tyler was a flirt. Colton knew it. Jed from the lumberyard had known it. Deep down, Janie realized it, too, which made it even more ridiculous that she was letting him get to her. He was a young, cocky ranch hand enjoying life. Enjoying it a bit too much, as far as she could see.

She needed to get herself back on level ground. She was a mature woman who also happened to be the sole owner of a large tract of land, some damn good horses, and a few head of cattle. Things weren’t ideal, but she was hanging on. Those accomplishments were nothing to sneeze at in this economy, especially after last year’s drought, which had been bad enough to put some farms in dire straits.

Searching for a safe topic of discussion, she asked, “So how’s Rohn doing? I don’t get to see him much.”

“He’s real good,” Tyler answered before taking a sip from his mug.

Colton frowned. “You think so? It seems to me he’s lonely. When we’re busy working he seems okay, but when things slow down at the end of the day, he looks kinda sad. I think he’s still not over losing his wife.”

Janie nodded. “That I can understand better than most.”

“I guess you can.” Colton’s eyes settled on her. “I’d meant to say it before, ma’am. I’m real sorry about Mr. Smithwick’s passing. I’d met him a few times. He was a good man.”

“Thank you. He was.” She’d reached the point where she could smile at the good memories and accept the kindness of those who’d known her husband without tearing up. Maybe things were improving after all.

“If you need any help, like with the fence, just give Rohn a call and Tyler and I will be right over.

Our other hand, Justin, too. As soon as he’s back to work.”

“Thanks.” When Janie glanced at Tyler, she noticed his odd expression as he watched the conversation between her and Colton, maybe because she hadn’t included him in her gratitude. She could rectify that easily enough. “Thank you both. I appreciate the help more than I can say.”

She directed that last to Tyler. For once, there was no amusement in his expression when he focused his piercing blue gaze on her. “It was my pleasure.”

Uncomfortable beneath his scrutiny, she raised her mug. “I guess you’d better finish up so you two can go back to work before Rohn gets mad.”

“He’ll get over it.” Tyler’s gaze remained on her.

“Still, I didn’t mean to steal his two best hands for the entire morning.”

“No stealing involved. I came very willingly. Believe me.”

Her cheeks heated at the implication in Tyler’s words. Watching her face, he smiled, a smile that reached all the way to his eyes.

Janie had a feeling she’d be seeing that smile and those eyes again real soon. Most likely the moment her head hit the pillow and she closed her weary lids, and she feared there wasn’t a damn thing she there wasn’t a damn thing she could do about it.


About the Author

Cat Johnson

A New York Times and USA Today bestselling author, Cat Johnson writes contemporary romance in genres including military and western. Known for her unique marketing and research techniques, she has sponsored pro bull riders, owns a collection of camouflage and western footwear for book signings, and a fair number of her consultants wear combat or cowboy boots for a living. For more visit

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New Release! Someday Beach (Grayton Series #2) by Jill Sanders *Excerpt and Giveaway*


Someday Beach (Grayton Series #2)
by Jill Sanders

A Contemporary Romance
Released May 19th 2015



Shelly has always dreamed of going back to Surf Breeze. When she finally sets out on her own and buys a run down building along the popular boardwalk, she hires a sexy, but annoying contractor to help her turn it into her dream boutique. What she hadn’t counted on was finding herself slowly changing with her surroundings. Fighting against an overbearing family, she’ll learn to not only follow her own dreams, but stand up for something she believes in.

Marcus has been waiting his whole life for a woman who could see through the horrors he’d been through as a child, and the humor he uses to mask it all. Now that he found her, he’s not quite sure what comes next.






“You’ve got a nice space here.” He looked out at her view. The boardwalk was below them and he watched for a moment as people strolled by. Beyond that was a long strip of beach and then the emerald water. It was a calm day and barely any waves rippled the water, which made it look green for as far as the eye could see.

He turned towards her and noticed that some soft strands of her blonde hair had fallen around her face. She had either forgotten to put on makeup that morning or had very little on. Her skin looked so soft, he itched to reach out and touch it. His eyes roamed over her and he couldn’t deny the sudden and powerful tug he got from looking at her curves. She was taller than most women he’d dated. He gauged her height around five-eight. The old jeans she was wearing were snug in all the right places, making him wish he could run his hands over those long legs.

When she turned her eyes towards him, catching him in his assessment of her, he couldn’t stop the smile.

“Beautiful view,” he said, softly.


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Jill Sanders is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of the Pride Series, Secret Series and West Series romance novels. Having sold over 150,000 books within 6 months of her first release, she continues to lure new readers with her sweet and sexy stories. Her books are available in every English speaking country, audiobooks, and are now being translated to 6 different languages.

Born as an identical twin to a large family, she was raised in the Pacific Northwest, later relocating to Colorado for college and a successful IT career before discovering her talent as a writer. She now makes her home along the emerald cost in Florida where she enjoys the beach, hiking, swimming, wine-tasting, and of course writing.

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Tour: Sin (Devil’s Den #3) by Violetta Rand *Review, Excerpt and Giveaway*


Sin (Devil’s Den #3)
by Violetta Rand

An Erotic Romance
From Loveswept
Released May 12th 2015



Sin proves that passion goes beyond smoldering desire when hearts dance to their own special beat.

Every woman at the Devil’s Den strip club has a story to tell, and Macey Taylor is no exception. Smart and self-reliant, she’s got a chip on her shoulder, a broken heart, and no patience for a sexy new manager with an Ivy League pedigree and a strict set of rules. Macey prefers to break rules, something she lets Joshua Camden know from the start—even as he ignites a fire in her that goes beyond the hottest club in town.

Joshua is working the Devil’s Den for all it’s worth, learning everything he can about the adult-entertainment game before investing in a place of his own. Macey is a surprise: a woman as strong-willed as she is gorgeous. Joshua wants to get inside her world, to see through her eyes. But he soon discovers that seduction is a two-way street—and expecting redemption without risking his heart may be the greatest sin of all.

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4 stars

3.50 stars

Macey returns from a vacation only to realize her boyfriend has been cheating on her while she’s been away. Although disappointed, she’s not all that heartbroken about it. She’s strong and independent and she knows that she’ll make it through. She also has her job as a stripper at the Devil’s Den. But in her absence the place changed hands and a new manager has taken over. Joshua is everything she can’t stand but just one look at him has her ready to melt. Not only is he sexy with a commanding presence, he’s also caring, protective and relentless in his pursuit of Macey.

Burned by love in the past, Joshua is not one to be easily swayed into a relationship, but there’s something about Macey that pushes all his buttons and leaves him wanting more. If only he could trust her to be only his.

When I finished reading this story I was conflicted. There certainly were elements of the story that appealed to me, but there were a couple of them that did not. During the years I’ve discovered that I am not a fan of insta-love romances. But I’ve also come to accept them as long as the connection is strong and the circumstances are right. But although the situation Macey and Joshua find themselves in could lead them into establishing a relationship, I didn’t feel that their connection was strong enough to build a relationship from. There was a lot, and I mean A LOT, of mistrust between these two. How can you love someone you don’t know well enough to trust? And that right there was my main problem.

Having said that, I think the author made a great effort in bringing these two together in a way that could appeal to other readers that are not as finicky as me. One thing that will help is that Macey and Joshua had great chemistry. They shared intimate and honest moments that certainly brought them closer as a couple. I appreciated the fact that Macey had conflicted emotions and that she explored them throughout the story. I also liked how Joshua showed his interest. He was direct and unapologetic in his pursuit of Macey, but he also found a way to understand her better at every turn.

Keep in mind that although this is the third book in the Devil’s Den series it can certainly be read as a stand alone. I have not read the first tow books in the series and it didn’t hinder my ability to follow along with the story. There is mention of the other characters and the couple from the fist book did make an appearance, but only as a supporting presence for Macey.

All in all, a surprisingly good read overall.

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He turns sideways so he can see me, wearing a look of complete innocence. “I just thought this would be the perfect opportunity to continue with our conversation.”

“Conversation?” I repeat.

“You ejected me from your office.”

“After you told me to pull my head out of my ass.”

A smile forms on my lips. “You deserved it.”
stars“Maybe,” he concedes. “But you’ll have to adjust to the new rules, accept my authority.”

I nearly spit out the water I just swallowed. “Accept your authority? What kind of talk is that?”

His eyes sparkle. “The truth.”

I wait to respond until after the waitress takes our order. “Let me guess, you’re a control freak?”

“Amongst other things,” he says. When he reaches for his water, his sleeve hikes up, revealing a gold Rolex. “Aren’t you?”

He’s testing me. “Actually,” I say, “I’m quite flexible.”

“I noticed.” His gaze drifts over me, and his fingers tickle the top of my hand.

Oh. My. God. Did he watch me dance tonight? He’s flirting and there’s nothing subtle about it. I’m glad I’m wearing a padded bra; my nipples are raging hard. I inch away, wishing there were somewhere to hide, but my side hits the wall, reminding me how trapped I really am.

“Am I making you uncomfortable, Ms. Taylor?”

“No,” I lie. Oh yeah, uncomfortable on so many levels.

“I just want to talk with you.”

Then talk, Ivy Leaguer, don’t touch. “If this is about that safety protocol crap, save your breath. Three points of contact onstage? We’re lucky if we maintain two, the way we have to beat customers off us.”

We trade looks. His eyes have suddenly lost their luster. “There’s absolutely no touching allowed.” His shoulders go rigid. He drifts toward me again, his left hand sliding across the table. “If anyone violates that rule, find me.” Then his boyish grin returns. “Paris?” He changes the subject.

“Six weeks—wishing it were eight.”

“First time?”

“No,” I say, proud of my travel portfolio. “Third trip in five years. I spent three months in Greece last year.”

“Do you have family or friends abroad?”


“Is your family in Texas?”

Yeah, I think, six feet under. “My father died a few years ago. There’s no one left.” Another awkward moment of silence, but I recover quickly. “And you? Texas bred?”

“Born and raised.” I see the pride in his face. “My family owns a ranch outside Kingsville,” he adds. “That’s where I spend weekends.”

So he is a country boy. “Sisters? Brothers?”

“One each, Nathan and Raquel.”

The waitress delivers our food; I’m grateful for the interruption. I gaze at my grilled chicken spinach salad, then enviously eye his rib eye and mountain of gravy-smothered mashed potatoes. “Smells yummy.”

He cuts a piece of meat and offers it to me. “Have a taste.”

Before I know what I’m doing, my mouth opens. He grins—sliding the fork gently between my lips. My heart beats erratically as I chew. “Habit of yours?” I ask.

“What’s that?”

“Hand feeding women you just met.”

“Not yet,” he says casually. “But it very well could be.”

Heat floods my cheeks. I stare at my salad, vigorously mixing in the honey-mustard dressing with my fork.

“Takes heavy cream to make butter,” he says.

I feel his gaze on me. There’s something about this man that leaves me sputtering like a mindless girl. When I look up, his green eyes cut into me. Thank God my cell phone rings. I fish it out of my purse. Wesley? At this time of the morning? I sigh, dropping it back in its respective pocket.


This guy doesn’t give up. “Ex,” I clarify.

“Need to talk about it?”

Now he’s offering his ear? I twist around so I can get a good look at him. My shoulders drop as I let out a loud breath. “Are you really interested in my shattered love life?”

He wipes his mouth with his napkin, returns it to his lap, then lays his fork on his plate. “You have my full attention.”

Maybe talking to someone I don’t really know will be therapeutic. Or a disaster. Because there’s some kind of crazy chemistry between Joshua Camden and me. I can see it—hell, I feel it. Like little stabs with a knife all over my body. I decide to sum it up quickly. “Take my advice: don’t go on extended holiday alone if you’re in a committed relationship, especially over Christmas.” That’s all I’m going to say. If I’m not careful, this man will have me lying down on a couch somewhere spilling like an overturned pitcher of iced tea.


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Raised in Corpus Christi, Texas, Violetta Rand spent her childhood reading, writing, and playing soccer. After meeting her husband in New England, they moved to Alaska where she studied environmental science and policy as an undergraduate before attending graduate school. Violetta then spent nearly a decade working as an environmental scientist, specializing in soil and water contamination and environmental assessments.

Violetta still lives in Anchorage, Alaska and spends her days writing evocative New Adult romance and historical romance. When she’s not reading, writing, or editing, she enjoys time with her husband, pets, and friends. In her free time, she loves to hike, fish, and ride motorcycles and 4-wheelers.

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New Release! Love on Ice (Cannon City Series Book 2) by Lauren Marie


Love on Ice (Cannon City Series Book 2)
by Lauren Marie

A Contemporary Romance
From Books to Go Now
Released April 30th 2015



Love on Ice, Kate Beck once was a nationally recognized figure skater. Eight years ago, on the brink of being one of the top three skaters in the United States, her dreams came crashing down at the hands of her coach and her mother. She walked away and has hidden from her mother ever since. Moving from place to place, she gets off a bus in Canon City, finds a job and settles in for the winter. She’s been lonely and dreams that one day she’ll meet a man, have a family and be able to stay in one place. It’s been eight years of running. She hopes her mother has given up looking for her.

Jay Hager grew up in Canon City. He once was a ice hockey player who got picked up by the NHL and played briefly for a junior team. At nineteen years of age, he blew his knee out and his career was at an end. He returned to Canon and bought a dilapidated skating rink. His business has done very well. He notices a beautiful strawberry blonde sits every weekend in the bleachers at the rink and she watches the skating classes and his pee-wee hockey team practice. He would like to get to know her, but finds a mystery around her.

Will Kate stay long enough to find love or let her past fears overwhelm all the good emotions she feels for Jay? Will her mother find her and tear her new world apart?


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Lauren Marie lives with her four cats in Western Washington State. She is the author of Love’s Embers – book 1 of the Canon City Series, One Touch at Cob’s Bar and Grill – story 3 of the Montana Ranch Series, Love’s Touch – Then and Now, Going to Another Place and The Men of Haller Lake – Trilogy.

Book 2 of the Canon City Series – Love on Ice – will be released spring of 2015. She also has several other projects in works at present.

When she isn’t pounding the keys, she is an amateur paranormal investigator. She formed her own group in 2006 to hunt ghosts and some unusual experiences have put in an appearance in some of her stories.

Lauren loves to receive feedback and make new friends.

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Tour: Exposed (Ethan Frost #3) by Tracy Wolff *Review, Excerpt and Giveaway*


Exposed (Ethan Frost #3)
by Tracy Wolff

A New Adult Contemporary Romance
From Loveswept
Released May 5th 2015



Will Ethan Frost go too far for the woman he loves?

The moment Chloe Girard walked into my life, she exposed secrets and emotions I always thought were best kept buried.

She wants to move on, to ignore the past. But I can’t do that. Not when she still suffers. And not when the man who hurt her remains unscathed. So when I discover the perfect opportunity to make him pay for what he did to Chloe, I can’t walk away, no matter the consequences.

But there’s a fine line between justice and obsession. As I turn up old crimes and new lies, I know that I’m playing with fire—and risking the very foundations of our relationship.

My love for Chloe is absolute. I just hope it’s enough to save us both.



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3-5 stars

So here’s the thing–too much of a good thing is not always better. Now don’t get me wrong, I enjoyed this installment in the Ethan and Chole saga. However, there were moments in the story where I found myself rolling my eyes, shaking my head in exasperation and even *gasp* skimming through passages (especially Chloe’s!!!).

Silly of me to think that Addicted was the end of Ethan and Chloe’s story! The story starts right where Addicted left off with Ethan and Chloe making up at last and getting ready to get married. Now, in my opinion this story could have done without a couple of chapters. I mean there are only so many times where I can play witness to Ethan and Chloe’s fighting and make-up sex. That’s not even mentioning their rambling which were repetitive to the point of exhaustion.

Now to the great points in the story. The emotions, the conflict and its resolution. This is what I enjoy about Tracy Wolff’s writing–that innate to make her characters portray intense emotions while still keeping it real for the reader. I liked seeing how Ethan and Chloe maneuvered their differences in regards to the Brandon issue. While Ethan wanted to get his revenge, Chloe just wanted to forget about it and move on. Not an easy feat to resolve, but by giving us glimpses into Ethan and Chloe’s thoughts we could come to understand where each was coming from, move on and continue with the story.

I can’t truly say if there’s going to be another installment in the series, but the ending left room for more from this couple. Personally, I wouldn’t mind reading Tori’s story. As Chloe’s best friend, she has played a major role in putting things into perspective for Chloe and has been an all-around great addition to the series.

So this story might not have been what I was expecting, but I enjoyed it overall. It was a treat to see Ethan and Chloe growth, both as individuals and as a couple, something that always increases my interest in a couple. And of course, it helped a great deal that the emotions were an ever present entity and the romance something that kept on evolving.

All in all, a good addition to Ethan and Chloe’s story where we finally see them as a fully formed couple. Only time will tell if there are other obstacles in their future!

*I received a copy of this title in exchange of my honest opinion.



After several long minutes, my heartbeat finally returns to normal. I pull out slowly, rolling Chloe over so that she’s cuddled into my chest and I can feel her breath against my neck, her heart beating against my own.

“I love you,” she says, her lips moving drowsily against my sweat-slicked skin.

“I love you, too.”

It’s a vow on my part as much as it is a declaration. Because loving her has never been the problem. I’ve loved her almost from the beginning—I started falling the minute she refused to drink the blueberry smoothie I made her and by the time she’d returned the Vitamix I’d bought her for the second time, I was all in.

Yes, loving her is easy. But keeping her—that’s something else entirely. I’ve already fucked things up with her, twice. I lied to her, tried to break up with her, hurt her over and over again when all I’ve really wanted to do is protect her.

I don’t know how one man can fuck up as badly—and as many times—as I have. And yet, by some miracle, she’s still here. In my arms. In my bed. Though, technically, we’re in her bed at the moment.

That’s something else I intend to change as soon as possible. Not that I have anything against Chloe’s room—or her roommate. But I need her with me, in my space. I need her in my house, her stuff cluttering up my dresser, her shoes tripping me on the way to the bathroom, her sexy-sweet scent hanging in the corners of every room I enter.

I need her things mingled with mine, need her life mingled with mine.

Because no matter how much I’ve fucked up, no matter how many mistakes I’ve made, I can’t let her go. I won’t let her go. Not now. Not ever. We’re tied together, our lives twisted and tangled together long before we had a clue what we would mean to each other. I wouldn’t have chosen our past, how we started out. But it exists. It’s real, and it’s something we’re both going to have to live with—for better or worse.

That’s the nightmare. That one day she won’t be able to live with what Brandon did to her. With the part I played in keeping him safe because I didn’t know better. Because I was blind.

But that’s a future I hope will never happen—a future I’m determined to never let happen. Right now, in the present, she’s still here. Still in my arms. Still willing to give me—to give us—a chance to get this right.

It’s more than I deserve, but I’m taking it.

I stroke her back, murmur nonsense words in her ear as Chloe snuggles close to me. Her breathing evens out and she’s asleep again within minutes. She’s exhausted, the toll of the last few weeks—the last few months—impossible to ignore. For both of us.

I close my eyes, try to follow, but my mind is too crowded to allow any kind of sleep to creep in. Chloe’s words from earlier chase themselves around inside my head—and there’s a part of me that knows she’s right. That knows I’ll be messing with all kinds of old wounds if I keep pursuing
her bleed.

Hurting her any more than she’s already been hurt is the last thing I want to do.

But as I lay here staring at the ceiling, I can’t stop thinking about my brother. About the fact that he hurt her when she was young and defenseless. About the way he continues to hurt her even now.

I flash back to the way he looked at her in my driveway that day when the whole world came crashing down around our ears for the first time. So smug, so satisfied, so convinced of his own invincibility. The nondisclosure agreement—agreements, I remind myself, thinking back to the call I just took—make him untouchable and he knows it. More, he revels in it.

I’m not okay with that.

I’m not okay with any of it. Not what he did to Chloe and those other women. Not how he got away with all of it. And most definitely, not how he’s planning to run for Congress and beyond, building a life for himself making laws that he feels absolutely no compunction to follow.

None of that is okay.

Chloe might be strong enough to live with the past—and a future where Brandon never pays for his crimes. But I’m not. And I never will be.


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Tracy Wolff collects books, English degrees and lipsticks and has been known to forget where—and sometimes who—she is when immersed in a great novel. At six she wrote her first short story—something with a rainbow and a prince—and at seven she forayed into the wonderful world of girls lit with her first Judy Blume novel. By ten she’d read everything in the young adult and classics sections of her local bookstore, so in desperation her mom started her on romance novels. And from the first page of the first book, Tracy knew she’d found her life-long love. Now an English professor at her local community college, she writes romances that run the gamut from contemporary to paranormal to erotic suspense.

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Tour: Go Your Own Way by Zane Riley *Review, Excerpt and Giveaway*


Go Your Own Way
by Zane Riley

A New Adult M/M Romance
From Interlude Press
Released May 5th 2015



Will Osborne couldn’t wait to put the roller coaster ride of his public education behind him. Having suffered bullying and harassment since grade school, he planned a senior year that would be simple and quiet before going away to college and starting fresh. But when a reform school transfer student struts into his first class, Will realizes that the thrill ride has only just begun.

Lennox McAvoy is an avalanche. He’s crude, flirtatious, and the most insufferable, beautiful person Will’s ever met. From his ankle monitor to his dull smile, Lennox appears irredeemable. But when Will’s father falls seriously ill, Will discovers that there is more to Lennox than meets the eye.


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4 stars

There have been only a few stories from debut authors that manage to grab a hold of me the way Go You Way had. Be it the character-driven story, the simple yet precise writing or the original way the author went about bringing a classic concept to the page–I don’t know precisely what did it all I know is that I was drawn into this story from start to finish.

Will is a high school senior ready to be done with it all. He has a great family that supports him but the constant bullying and harrassment has him jaded and going through the motions. Until Lennox transfers to his school. Loud, outgoing and not one to care about what others think, Lennox is everything Will is not and the very man Will can’t stop thinking about.

Lennox hasn’t led an easy life. Passed around through family members until he was left to his own devices at the small town where he is to finish high school, Lennox doesn’t apologize for his behavior.

What I liked most about this story was the character development, especially in regards to Lennox. He was not an easy character to like. But thankfully the more time he spent with Will the more opportunity we had to see the vulnerable, caring side he kept hidden from others. I won’t lie and say that it was a complete transformation because it wasn’t. There were moments when I just wanted to shake some sense into him, but ultimately he came into himself allowing Will to know the real him.

As debut novels go, I think this is a winner. My only complain would be that the ending left a few loose ends for me. Hopefully the author will revisit them one day and give me an update on how their future is holding out.

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Lennox leaned forward until Will could smell the peppermint on his breath and the smoke on his clothes. He shivered again and tried to make himself back away. But his body didn’t seem to want to cooperate any more than Lennox. Will met his eyes—could see himself reflected in them. They looked like a pair of pennies, bright and bronze as if they were sitting in a shallow, sunlit fountain. It was a beauty Will didn’t want to think about.

“You don’t have to tease so much,” Lennox whispered. That smile stayed on his face, and Will had to look away. His eyes fell on his hands gripping his chair and the white knuckles under his skin. If he looked in those eyes again, he would do something stupid. Like slap Lennox—or kiss him.


About the Author

Zane Riley wrote his first work of fan fiction in the fourth grade, a Star Wars story in a notebook recently unearthed from the back of a closet.

Zane is a transgender writer and recent recipient of a degree in English: Creative Writing from the University of Mary Washington. Go Your Own Way is his first novel.

In his spare time, Zane is a musician and frustrated fan of the Baltimore Orioles.

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