Monday, January 20, 2020

Book Release Blitz for Crossing the Line by Kendall Ryan (REVIEW)

It’s a sweet and sexy romance of friends becoming lovers in this tale full of witty banter and sexual tension found amidst the pages of this delightful read.  Keep reading to get a tempting taste of Crossing the Line by Kendall Ryan, along with my impressions of it, then add this fourth installment in the Hot Jocks series to your bookshelf!

Hello, rock? Meet hard place.
Recovering from a pulled groin muscle isn’t exactly how I planned to spend my much-needed summer vacation.
But I’ll admit, being nursed back to health by my gorgeous friend Bailey, who’s just graduated from medical school, doesn’t exactly sound like a hardship.
We spend a week together at my family’s beach house, a week of swimming and barbecues, a week of entertaining my little cousins and sleeping right across the hall from each other. A week of watching Bailey grow closer with my mom and sisters, and my wacky but lovable grandma. A week of enjoying Bailey tending to me—which is saying something, because it involves a lot of shoving ice packs into my underwear and taping up sore muscles.
She’s funny and kind, and after just being myself for the first time in a long time, my walls come tumbling down. But when Bailey says she’s not looking for a relationship, I’m bound and determined to be more than just the fun hookup who sprained his groin a second time—this time with her.




Win it comes to the theme of friends-to-lovers Ms. Ryan has become one of my go-to authors as she has crafted many unforgettable couples, especially those in the Hot Jocks series.  This latest installment in the series has sexy hockey player Asher still off the ice while recovering from a groin injury.  He’s feeling frustrated by his injury but the chance to go to a family event for one week will get his mind on something other than his groin.  There’s a small issue though as the team’s doctors demand that he take a medical worker with him.  Enter his friend Bailey, busy with her upcoming medical school graduation to think of anything else and who Asher’s long felt an attraction to.  She’s a caring and supportive friend though and agrees to go with him which gives her greater insight into the kind of man Asher really is.  Their time away puts them in close quarters, gives them a glimpse of the other that they’ve never seen, and has them taking a more steamy journey to HEA than they ever thought possible.

Asher’s a delicious hero, a strong-willed hockey player who just wants to get back on the ice.  Still recovering he’s feeling bored and frustrated, so the chance to spend time with family appeals to him.  The time he spends with them brings out a softer side, a caring and sweet side that made my uterus hurt whenever he interacted with his nieces. I especially enjoyed his scenes with his Grandma Lolli as she was a sassy woman who he showed great love for while she subtly played matchmaker throughout his time with her.  He has a commanding presence, an alpha male who encourages Bailey while letting her stand strongly on her own.  Bailey was an equally wonderful heroine who doesn’t think she has time for anything but work.  She doesn’t have time for anything serious when it comes to matters of the heart, but seeing Asher in a whole new light has her thinking of forever...a forever with him possibly.  Her views of him slowly change the more he interacts with his family.  His obvious love for them, his playfulness with his nieces, had him endearing himself to Bailey and it warmed my heart.  Along with falling even deeper in love with Asher, Bailey found herself drawn to his family and wholeheartedly accepted into their circle which put a smile on my face.

This was a quick and immensely satisfying read with witty banter, funny encounters, and a sizzling romance of friends-to-lovers.  Asher and Bailey are likable characters and I enjoyed seeing their romance get steamier with each turn of the page.  Alongside this appealing main couple was a cast of characters that we’ve seen in past installments and I loved the familial vibe amongst the teammates and friends that immersed us further into the story.  Asher’s family was a definite highlight too as they brought out a different side to his personality, a side that made me fall for him even more, and made Bailey feel even more loved.  With each new installment in the Hot Jocks series Ms. Ryan continues to gift readers with romances full of heart and well as many smiles....and readers definitely need to add these decadently delightful tales to their bookshelves!

My rating for this is an A- 

*I got this book from the author for review in exchange for my honest opinion.


A New York Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today bestselling author of more than three dozen titles, Kendall Ryan has sold over 3 million books and her books have been translated into several languages in countries around the world.
Her books have also appeared on the New York Times and USA Today bestseller lists more than 70 times. Ryan has been featured in such publications as USA Today, Newsweek, and InTouch Magazine.
She lives in Texas with her husband and two sons.

Saturday, January 18, 2020

Book Spotlight on Moonstone by Lucy Felthouse

Set against a holiday backdrop readers will find themselves quickly captivated by this scorching novella where life definitely takes a sensual turn when a young woman moves to a small town where three man change her life irrevocably.  Keep reading to get a tempting taste of Moonstone by Lucy Felthouse, a reverse harem tale, then add this 11th installment in the Jewels Cafe series to your bookshelf!

Christmas gifts aren’t the only surprises Ginny is going to get this year. Moonstone Guinevere ‘Ginny’ Miles is in Silver Springs visiting her parents for the holidays. They moved to the town five years ago, and adore their new life here. Used to the hustle and bustle of London, England, Ginny isn’t convinced at first—what’s so great about a small town in Upstate New York, anyway? Despite her own opinions, it’s clear to Ginny the move has done her parents the world of good—they look years younger. There’s clearly something magical about this town.
Following some exploration of her own, Ginny discovers Silver Springs has its charms—Jewels Cafe is amazing, for starters, as is its pumpkin spice latte. Ginny’s drunk a lot of lattes in her thirty-three years, but nothing quite like this.
Her taste buds are still tingling from the tasty treat when she comes across a broken-down truck on the way back to her parents’ place. And when she spots the three gorgeous guys with the vehicle, it’s not just her taste buds that are tingling.
Is Ginny’s vacation in Silver Springs about to get a whole lot more interesting?


Moonstone Guinevere Miles—known as Ginny to people who didn’t want to incur her fierce and everlasting wrath—heaved her suitcase off the luggage reclaim belt with an “Oof!” and placed it on the floor, a sigh of relief escaping her. At least the thing had wheels—she didn’t really have the energy for carrying a heavy suitcase all the way through Customs and out to Arrivals. The long, tiring flight had seen to that. No matter how much she tried, no matter how exhausted she was, she simply could not fall asleep on a plane. Ever. Eye mask, ear plugs, meditation, bloody whale music—nothing helped. She’d long since resigned herself to staying awake while snores from other passengers emanated around the cabin. At least it had only been about seven and a half hours since taking off from Heathrow—she couldn’t imagine what state she’d be in if she ever flew any longer than that—to Australia, New Zealand or somewhere.
Doubtful that would ever happen, though. It had taken long enough for her to get her backside out to the east coast of America, where her parents had been running a retreat since retiring five years ago. But then, things were different now, weren’t they? Which was why she was even here in the first place—it wouldn’t have been possible otherwise.
Thinking of her parents brought an inevitable smile to her face, and inserted a little more spring in her step. Despite the energy and mood suck that had been the flight, she was excited to be here. She was eager to see her parents, and to find out exactly what they’d built up over the last five years. She’d seen photos and videos, but it wasn’t the same as actually being there.
When they’d first announced they were using their retirement nest egg to open a retreat in Upstate New York, she’d been floored. Who the hell retires, only to take on a massive project like that? Surely the whole point of retiring is to wind down, enjoy some free time, relax? But no, her mum and dad—who, to be fair, had never been what one would call conventional—had set their hearts on it. They’d had a huge purge of their belongings, sold their cars and house, and jetted off across the pond, leaving Ginny shocked and not a little bereft. She’d been so used to having them close by and had quickly realized just how much she’d taken that for granted.
At the same time, her own career had taken off and she’d become so busy that her parents’ sudden distance hadn’t made the blindest bit of difference. She barely saw the inside of her own flat, never mind her friends and family. This was the first Christmas she’d had off work since then, too, and she was looking forward to spending it with her parents more than she could put into words. They’d been big on the festive period ever since she was a baby, and as such, Ginny’s brain was stuffed full of warm, fuzzy memories of Christmases past. They’d been useful to get her through the last five crappy ones, too, where a microwaved ready meal was the best she could hope for, if she hadn’t managed to wangle a free meal from the place she’d been working at at the time.
Her smile widened, and she walked faster still—God, just how big was this bloody airport?—desperate to see her mum and dad and start the Christmas holiday with a bang. Anticipation rushed through her. They’d have turkey and roast potatoes, pigs in blankets, mounds of vegetables, desserts laden with enough calories to last them until Valentine’s Day, Christmas carols, amazing decorations, a beautiful tree, fairy lights...
And Santa Claus. Two of them, in fact, jumping up and down enthusiastically and waving wildly at her, with not a rotund belly in sight.
Ginny was so excited, she couldn’t even be bothered with the embarrassment she might have felt at being greeted in a public place by her parents dressed up in Santa outfits. Plus, nobody knew her here anyway, so who cared?
She scurried around the barrier, almost flipping her case in her haste to turn a corner, then covered the remaining distance between them in seconds flat and released the handle of her suitcase. A series of squeals and exclamations went up—from all three of them—and then everything went dark as Ginny was enveloped in a warm, fluffy embrace, her face crushed up against what she suspected was the white fur trim on her mother’s jacket, and kisses rained down on her. It was all she could do to suck in oxygen as she was squeezed and squeezed them right back. She was assailed by the scents of clean clothes, shampoo, perfume, and cologne—all perfectly lovely smells by themselves, but somewhat overwhelming all at once. Unintelligible murmurings reached her ears, but she didn’t bother to reply since she had no idea what was being said. And she didn’t need words, anyway. All she needed at that moment in time was to soak up the enormous outpouring of love she was experiencing.
She was so bloody happy, she thought she might pop.
Eventually, her parents loosened their hold enough so she could step back and actually look at them. She took in her father’s handsome face, his steel-gray hair—or what she could see beneath the hat, at least—his wide grin, and her mother’s long, light gray, waist-length plaits, the glint in her eyes and the glow of her skin.
“Guys, you look fantastic! If this is what retirement does for you, I think I might sign up now.”
Her mother, Deborah, gave a nonchalant shrug—which, given her attire, was way more amusing than it should have been. “What can I say, sweetheart? I feel fantastic. I’ve got so much more energy than I ever had in London, even when I was much younger.” She shrugged again. “It’s the retreat, I’m sure of it—the moment your father and I first set foot there all those years ago, I felt there was something magical about it. Silver Springs is the most wonderful little town, and we’re lucky enough to live and work in the most spectacular part of it—though it hardly feels like work.”
Ginny gave her mother a kiss on the cheek, then turned to her father, Charlie. “And you, Dad? You look twenty years younger, but how do you feel?”
His face took on a beatific expression. “The same as your mother, kiddo. Exactly the same. If I’d known just how wonderful it would be, I’d have thrown in the towel and moved out here years ago. Decades, even.” He grabbed the handle of Ginny’s case in one hand, then looped the other around her neck and pulled her in to drop a kiss on her chin-length blonde hair, which he then ruffled. “I’m so thrilled you’re here, Moony. You’re going to love it in Silver Springs. Just love it! Come on, let’s get going. We’ve got a long drive ahead of us, and the weather’s on the turn.”
Ginny bit back comments on both his use of her childhood nickname, and his messing up of her hair. She didn’t want to dampen the almost euphoric mood that seemed to float between the three of them—a combination of being pleased to see each other, and her parents’ obvious appreciation of their new home. Though five years was hardly new anymore, was it? She really should have visited before now, but the circumstances had been impossible. Now they weren’t, and she was here, in the bosom of her family, at Christmas time, and it was going to be magical.
And, at some point, she’d enlighten her parents about the fact she had nothing in particular to rush home for, either. But that could wait. No need to burst the happy, everything-is-perfect bubble just yet. She’d let them all enjoy their first Christmas together in years before thinking about that.
They made their way out of the airport building. The cold air slapped Ginny in the face, momentarily taking her breath. Her slight gasp drew her mother’s keen eye. “I hope you listened to me, sweetheart, and brought warm clothes with you. It’s even colder up in Silver Springs, you know.”
“The car’s not far,” her dad piped up. “I’ll get the heating on as soon as we’re inside, and we’ll soon have you snug as a bug in a rug.” He tipped her a wink, and warmth flooded her veins. She hadn’t realized until now just how much she’d missed her wacky yet lovable parents. They might be unconventional, but they’d given her a wonderful childhood. When she’d reached adulthood, they’d remained incredibly close, with them managing to achieve the perfect balance of loving and supportive without being controlling. They’d let her forge her own path, make her own mistakes, and had been there to help pick up the pieces without uttering so much as a “I told you so.”
They’d definitely earned this idyllic new life they’d carved out for themselves, and she couldn’t wait to experience it for herself, if only for a little while. Though she wasn’t sure how much fun there was to be had in the back end of beyond. It was hardly going to be lively. Perhaps it was a good thing she was only here for an extended holiday.




Lucy Felthouse is the award-winning author of erotic romance novels Stately Pleasures (named in the top 5 of’s 100 Modern Erotic Classics That You’ve Never Heard Of, and an Amazon bestseller), Eyes Wide Open (winner of the Love Romances Café’s Best Ménage Book 2015 award, and an Amazon bestseller), The Persecution of the WolvesHiding in Plain Sight and Mia’s Men (The Heiress’s Harem Book 1)Including novels, short stories and novellas, she has over 160 publications to her name. She owns Erotica For All, and is one eighth of The Brit Babes. Find out more about her writing at, or on Twitter or Facebook. Sign up for automatic updates on Amazon or BookBub. Subscribe to her newsletter HERE and get a free eBook.

Thursday, January 16, 2020

Book Tour for The Fight for Forever by Meghan March (Review)

Readers will find this an exhilarating end to a sexy and suspenseful story that has played out through three books with each more exciting than the last.  Keep reading to get a tempting taste of The Fight for Forever by Meghan March, along with getting my impressions of it, then add this third installment in the Legend Trilogy to your bookshelf.

New York Times bestselling author Meghan March concludes the Legend Trilogy.
You can only keep what you can protect.
That’s all I’ve ever known. It’s the way I’ve lived my life.
Now, everything I never knew I needed is at risk, and I’m not letting anyone take it from me.
I won’t let anyone take her from me.
They say love is a battlefield, so I’m ready for war.
This time, it’s the fight for forever.




Courtesy of a heart pounding cliffhanger at the end of the previous installment, readers will find themselves on the edge of their seat from the moment this story starts.  With Gabe’s past finally catching up to him it’s clear that his future is now not quite so clear.  Truths are coming out that have him questioning everything he once believed, and with his upcoming fight taking on new implications, it’s not only his life on the line.  Through all the unexpected twists and turns the romance between Gabe and Scarlett stands strong, both showing a protective side that endeared them to me in a tale that raced to an immensely satisfying conclusion.

Gabe’s early years were fraught with danger as he did what he needed to do to survive.  Guilt though has weighed on him from the moment he tried to leave that life behind, and with it roaring back now, I feared for what was to come.  With the danger throughout this series, it’s clear that Gabe doesn’t have a large group of friends.  He has a small circle of people he knows he can count on, those who protect him while he protects them right back, and with each turn of the page Scarlett works her way into that circle.  The connection between them sizzles and he would do anything to keep her safe as he knows she’s the one.  I loved seeing how solid they were in each other’s love, I loved how protective they were as it added a heartwarming layer to their relationship.  On the surface Gabe is a strong-willed man, dangerous with the ability to get whatever he wants....a true Alpha male.  Behind that facade though is a man hurt by his past, riddled with guilt over certain events that have now put his future with Scarlett in doubt.  He’s a caring and protective man, someone not afraid to show a softer side.  His interactions with Bump further demonstrated his protective side and it made me love him all the more as I wiped a tear or two from my eye whenever they were together.

Scarlett was an appealing heroine, an unforgettable one that stood strong beside Gabe.  She might’ve doubted her strength early on, but with each turn of the page she became stronger and more empowered. Love definitely fueled her actions and brought out her protective side. She was going to protect Gabe no matter what and her taking charge brought a smile to my face. Her interactions with Bump also charmed me and their connection felt very familial with her as the older sister. Their scenes were sweet and gave readers a moment to relax before amping up the suspense once again.

On a whole this was a well-crafted story with a perfect balance of romance and suspense.  Gabe and Scarlett had a lot thrown at them in this final installment, but through it all they had each other.  There was no angst between them just assuredness in the power of their love, power that saw them through some very dangerous moments.  These two are perfect together in a relationship where both of them shined, both of them were likable and I cheered for them every step of the way. Along with this delightful main couple there was a small circle of friends surrounding them who also intrigued me, and who I longed to know more about.  Of these secondary characters it’s Bump who always caught my attention.  The depiction of his brain injury was realistic and I applaud Ms. March for how nicely he was integrated into the storyline. When it comes to villains, readers usually end up booing them, but with Moses I’m left conflicted.  He seems larger-than-life and is clearly capable of bad deeds but there’s something about him that has me wanting to know more.  If anyone is capable of character redemption it’s Ms. March which has me waiting with bated breath for more as this story had numerous twists and turns that were mostly tied up.  There was still a few strings left hanging though so we’ll see what happens with that...if anything does.  Fans of romantic suspense will find this an exhilarating thrill ride with an unforgettable main couple, and a romance that is both sweet and sexy, that once again shows off the talents of Ms. March! 

My rating for this is an A.

*I got this book from the author in exchange for my honest opinion.


Making the jump from corporate lawyer to romance author was a leap of faith that New York Times, #1 Wall Street Journal, and USA Today bestselling author Meghan March will never regret. With over thirty titles published, she has sold millions of books in nearly a dozen languages to fellow romance-lovers around the world. A nomad at heart, she can currently be found in the woods of the Pacific Northwest, living her happily ever after with her real-life alpha hero.
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Wednesday, January 15, 2020

Book Blitz for Hung Up on You by Marie Landry (GIVEAWAY)

A weekend getaway turns unexpectedly romantic when a single gal gets paired off with a guy still hung up on his ex, but as they spend more time together in a fake relationship, things start to turn oh so real.  Keep reading to get a tempting taste of Hung Up on You by Marie Landry, then add it to your bookshelf.  In honor of this stand-alone romance make sure to fill out the form below for the chance to win 2-$10 Amazon GCs too!

Julia is single and happy, thank you very much. Try telling that to her happily-coupled bestie, though. She’s so determined to pair Julia off, she brings an extra guy friend along on a weekend getaway, in what’s clearly a set-up attempt. Julia’s interest is immediately piqued by sweet, sexy, nerdy Zack. There’s just one problem: he’s still hung up on his ex. Big time.
Despite knowing that – and despite her attraction to him – it doesn’t stop her friends from throwing them together every other second, insisting they’d make the perfect couple. But Julia is determined to friend zone him. At least until he suggests they pretend to date to get their respective friends off their backs.
At first, their fake “dating” is more friendship than fireworks. But as they get closer, the lines begin to blur between them, and Julia realizes she has to either shut down her developing feelings for Zack or let him in. The question is: can she fully trust him with her heart? Or does his heart still belong to his ex?


If I thought sitting in the car together was intimate, it was nothing compared to sitting side by side in a dark theater. Even though we were alone then and we’re surrounded by people now, there’s something about sitting here in the dark with parts of our bodies touching, albeit in an innocent way. If I moved my pinky just the tiniest bit to the left, it would brush Zack’s.
Now it’s all I can think about. My hand twitches despite my attempts to keep it still, and my pinky rubs against Zack’s. He gives a small jolt, as if I shocked him. I almost yank my arm back, and even consider sitting on my hand to prevent myself from further contact. But then I realize Zack hasn’t shifted away. He hasn’t looked at me, either. It makes me wonder if he’s as aware of me as I am of him. That’s ridiculous, though. Isn’t it?
A second later, his pinky brushes mine. The barest hint of a smile flirts around his mouth. He must know I’m watching him, yet his eyes stay trained on the screen ahead. Our pinkies are doing a little dance now, tentatively rubbing against each other until his finally hooks around mine, holding on. That giddy teenager feeling I sometimes get when I’m around Zack returns full force. Our pinkies stay locked together, reminding me of the pinky promises my brother and I used to make. Except those were innocent fun, something we used to swear by over silly things, and this...this feels anything but innocent or silly. It’s the barest contact, and yet it feels weighty.
Zack’s head turns slowly and he finally looks at me. The scene on the screen changes to an outdoor shot, momentarily lighting his features, giving me a short yet perfect view of the soft, almost questioning smile on Zack’s face.
“You’re missing the movie,” he whispers.
I almost tell him I’d rather look at him anyway. Instead, I nod once and return my attention to the screen. I have no idea what’s been happening and my mind is too muddled to even care. I feel Zack’s eyes on me for a moment longer before he looks back at the screen. Our hands stay as they are for the rest of the movie.
When the four of us emerge from the auditorium, blinking in the light like a quartet of moles, Dee asks, “So what did you think?”
I catch Zack’s gaze. “New favorite.”
His lips twitch. “Same. Great movie. Solid four stars.”
Dee arches a brow as she glances between the two of us. I wonder what my expression is. I feel slightly flushed, which means my cheeks are probably rosy. Can she tell I’m barely containing a goofy smile?




Marie Landry's life revolves around books; when she's not writing them, she's reading them, taking pictures of them for bookstagram, or blogging about them. An avid reader from a young age, she loves getting lost in characters' worlds, whether they're of her own making or someone else's. She particularly loves coming-of-age stories with as much of an emphasis on self-discovery as on romance...but don't leave out the romance!
When not doing bookish things, Marie can be found daydreaming (in general, but often about traveling through Europe), marathon-watching shows on Netflix, and taking photographs. She lives in a cozy apartment in Ontario, Canada with the best roommate ever, and only sometimes imagines it's actually a flat in London.


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Book Cover Reveal for Walking the Line by Janine Infante Bosco

A man trying to find his place in the world finds a connection to the young girl carrying his brother’s child in a MC-fueled romance full of emotional twists and turns.  Keep reading to get a tempting taste of Walking the Line by Janine Infante Bosco, then add this third installment in the Satan’s Knights Prospect Trilogy to your bookshelf when it releases on February 18th!

Walking the line, exercising self-control, and respecting boundaries was never my thing.
Thou shall not covet thy neighbor’s wife—it’s one of the ten commandments and the number one rule you don’t break when you’re a prospect for the Satan’s Knights. I fell in love with the former vice president’s wife. A lethal mistake on my behalf, that only left me bitter and standing on the edge of an overpass.
I would’ve jumped if it hadn’t been for the terrified girl, crying on the other side of the fence. She was seventeen and the district attorney’s daughter. She was also pregnant with my little brother’s baby. Desperate to avoid the wrath of her powerful father, she hid her pregnancy and protected us all in the process.
If anyone deserved a happy ending it was Carrie.
What she got instead was a damn tragedy. The kind of unimaginable horror that crushes your soul and breaks your heart. Now, we’re both standing on the edge of the overpass, walking a different kind of line, ready to jump.


I broke the number one rule as a Satan's Knights prospect.
I'm in love with the former vice president's wife.
If anyone deserved a happy ending it was Carrie.
What she got instead was a damn tragedy.