Monday, March 19, 2018

Blog tour: Glam Squad & Groomsmen (Enchanted Bridal #4) by Samantha Chase

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Dressing up as a bride once a week is all fun and games until you come face to face with your ex. Penny Blake loves her job with Enchanted Bridal. She gets to model wedding gowns and help brides plan for their big day. And yet…she’s wanting a little more. Besides wishing for her own happily ever after, she has big dreams of making her own contribution to the business in the form of her own glam squad. Her bosses all think it’s a great idea, but right now she’s needed in other ways – like helping out with the groomsmen. Was there any greater form of torture than having to help your sister plan her wedding? That’s what Spencer Buchanan is facing and although he goes into it with a bit of an attitude, running into the girl who got away – three times! – suddenly made this whole wedding planning thing a lot more bearable. Moving back home was never part of his plan, but once Spencer sees Penny again, all bets are off. And having her help him with his fittings on his tux turn into his favorite pastime ever!

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Rating: 4 out of 5 stars

I was surprised to find out that there was only one story in the book and not four like the author had gotten me used to. It's just Penny and Spencer which threw me off at first because I was expecting and wanting to read 4 stories. Spencer and Penny have a food story, but it wasn't completely for me. They had a slight problem with their communication and that was a problem for me. I liked the author's writing and I was mostly happy with the story. It could have been better, but still, it's good. Spencer was dreamy sometimes and I liked what he did in this book especially for Penny. For Penny, I have mixed feelings. I mostly liked her though.


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For a minute, he thought she was going to scream and the expression on her face said that she certainly hadn’t been expecting him. Actually, he hadn’t been expecting her either. His plan had been to come in for a tuxedo fitting – something he was seriously jumping the gun for Eva’s wedding – and figured it would be a legit excuse to see Penny. He’d casually stop in at the bridal shop and say hello and then…
“Spencer? What are you doing here?”
He gave her a lopsided grin. “Doing a test run on tuxedoes to help Eva and Brett out.”
At first he didn’t think she believed him, but then she visibly relaxed. “Oh. Okay.”
“So what are you doing in the tuxedo shop? I didn’t think you worked in here too.”
She quickly explained about the owner needing to get home to a sick child – again – and then she stepped away and began to explain to him about the tuxedo options that had been pulled for him.
If he didn’t know any better, he’d swear she was nervous and that pleased him a little. If she was nervous around him, that meant that she wasn’t unaffected by him – or by their kiss.
Good to know.
Because kissing Penny had been all he could think about all week. He should be back in Atlanta right now.
But he wasn’t.
He should be working on reports for the building he was designing.
But he wasn’t.
What he was doing was trying on tuxedoes when he didn’t need to just on the off-chance he could see her again. How twisted was that?
By now Penny was standing next to a dressing room and holding a tuxedo hanger in her hand. “Martin already placed a shirt and shoes in the fitting room for you,” she said, “and this is the first tux he pulled for you to consider based on your measurements.”
“I never gave him my measurements,” Spencer said.
He nodded. “All I did was call and ask if I could come in and try some on,” he explained. “No one asked for any sizes or measurements. I guess I can try this on and we can go from there, right?”
Then he watched as her shoulders sagged and she sighed. But she immediately went back into sales mode and gave him a nice but professional smile. “Okay, we’ll need to get your measurements first. No need for you to try to fit into a suit that isn’t your size. That’s just crazy.” She stepped away and hung up the suit she had in her hands. “Why don’t you step up on the platform over there by the mirror and I’ll go get the measuring tape.”
Wait…measuring tape? Couldn’t he just tell her what size he normally wore? That would certainly make things easier – especially since Brett hadn’t made any decisions on tuxedos and he wasn’t planning on ordering anything tonight. Then again, if he did happen to go in that direction, there’d be no need for him to stand up on the platform for measurements. And that would mean…
“Just step up on there and face the mirror,” she said. “I’ll need to make a note of your shirt and sleeve size, waist, outseam…”
Then he felt bad for giving her extra work. “Wouldn’t it be easier to give you at least some of my sizes so you don’t have to go through all of this?” he asked and hated that he was quite possibly depriving himself of some extra time with her.
“Under normal circumstances, yes,” she explained. “But for this sort of thing, we require specific measurements. Every designer is cut just a litter differently so it makes everyone’s job easier to just go by what the measuring tape says.”
“Ah…gotcha.” Doing his best to hide a grin, he simply stood and did as he was told as Penny’s hands roamed all over him – in a completely professional way – as she took the needed measurements.
Best. Friday. Night. Ever.
At first, he felt all kinds of wrong that even though there was nothing sexy about what she was doing, it was still mildly arousing – her hand skimming down his leg…her arms wrapped around him to get his waist measurements…
He cursed the fact that they were in the middle of a tuxedo shop and that he had on so many damn clothes!
Once she was done, she moved around the shop and pulled tuxes in his size and then sent him back to the dressing room to start trying them on.
They didn’t talk about much – she kept all of the conversation focused on Eva and Brett and their wedding and tuxedo style questions. Not that he cared. Basically, this was all going to be Brett’s decision and right now, Brett had no idea that Spencer was even looking at tuxes.
No one did.
If his sister caught wind of what he was doing, he knew he’d get her approval and possibly her help. And as much as he knew he was going to need some of that where Penny was concerned, he wanted to do it in his own time and in his own way.
He just never thought trying on tuxedos was a length he’d ever have to go through in order to spend time with a woman.
“Let me know how that first one fits,” Penny called out to him.
And as he closed the dressing room door, he figured he had at least an hour to try to break down some of her defenses and convince her to go out with him again.

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Samantha Chase is a New York Times and USA Today bestseller of contemporary romance. She released her debut novel in 2011 and currently has more than forty titles under her belt! When she’s not working on a new story, she spends her time reading romances, playing way too many games of Scrabble or Solitaire on Facebook, wearing a tiara while playing with her sassy pug Maylene…oh, and spending time with her husband of 25 years and their two sons in North Carolina. Website / Facebook / Twitter / Instagram / Newsletter / BookBub

Saturday, March 17, 2018

Review: Two Wedding Crashers (Dating by Numbers #2) by Meghan Quinn



I don’t know what love is anymore. Well, that’s not entirely true, but I’m going to tell you a little secret: I’ve lost the spark. You know the kind of spark I’m talking about? Where butterflies take flight in your stomach from two hands innocently colliding. Or catching your breath when you first meet someone attractive. Yeah, that spark. Except I haven't felt that feeling in forever; there is nothing left inside of me. Normally, this wouldn’t be a problem--but I’m a writer on a serious deadline, and my editor is breathing down my neck for a romantic, Nicholas Sparks type love story. No pressure, right? That's how I find myself flying across the country to crash a wedding in the name of research, dress and heels stuffed into my small suitcase. It should be the easiest book research ever. Drinking some free champagne, basking in the love of two strangers, and tapping into my romantic side. That will be a breeze. I'm a pro. I can handle this. Until I mistakenly end up in the wrong hotel room, naked as the day I was born, with the sexiest human I have ever met staring me down, wondering what I'm doing taking a shower in his bathroom. I don't think calling it research will get me out of this pickle.





Rating: 5 out of 5 stars

Two wedding Crashers was a weird book for me. I don't mean that in a bad way. It was a mix of feelings and emotions. It was a roller coaster and I would gladly take a ride again. The story was funny, a little annoying and sad. Meghan Quinn is a new author to me practically and I loved her work in this book. I will read more of her books because this one was everything I needed. It made me feel. The tone of the book is light in the first two parts, but the last part is filled with the heavy stuff. It wasn't bad. For me, we just dove deeper into the lives of the characters and it made me understand them better.

Beck is book husband material. I loved him and how persistent he was. He was always trying to convince Rylee to take the next step even when she was very reluctant. Rylee's resistance was a little annoying, to be honest. She is one of the most stubborn people I know and even that couldn't make me dislike the book. She acted like a jerk to her friend though and that is not easy to forgive. If you ask me you have to read the book. I loved it. It was refreshing to me and I felt like I was reading something new after a long time. I want to see Rylee's friends get their own books. They were funny and kind and they were great friends, so I hope we will see more of them.

Chills scream their way down my arms and legs, my nipples pucker, and just like that, with one word, all humor vanishes from our little conversation and awareness of this all-consuming man wrapped around me hits me hard. Gathering myself, I say, “Tell me something Chris and Justine know about you.” “Hmm.” His thumbs hook under the waistband of my shorts, playing with the lower part of my hipbones. His touch spurs on my pelvis, needing to rock, begging for him to go lower. My toes curl in my sandals and my back slightly arches, reaching for more. “Something they know about me.” His mouth doesn’t stray from its position against my ear, and his hips start to slowly move underneath me, his legs tangling with mine. Involuntarily, one of my hands hooks the back of his neck as I hold on tightly to him, feeling like I need support from the onslaught of sensation I’m feeling. I hear him say something, but it doesn’t register in my brain, which has turned to mush as his thumbs stray from my hipbones to right above my pubic bone. There is no denying how turned on I am, how wet I am from his mere touch, how much—despite my reservations—I want this man. With each stroke, my head turns farther and farther to the side until our noses are touching, Beck’s head bends forward to meet me halfway. My eyes flutter shut for a brief moment before I open them and am captured by those flecks of green and gold. The air stills around us, our breath mixing, swirling between us, our lips so close. One swipe of this thumb. Another one. I can’t breathe. I can’t focus. Another swipe, my head leans even closer, my tongue wetting my lips. One more swipe . . . My heart hammers in my chest, my skin prickling with awareness. Beck brings his mouth even closer, only a whisper away now, and he waits. Holding still. His breathing feeling erratic beneath me. One. More. Swipe. And I’m gone. I bring my mouth to his, slowly parting my lips ever so slightly, just enough to maneuver my mouth across his. A low, provocative moan escapes Beck as one of his hands snags the back of my head and holds me in place, almost as if he lets go, I’ll disappear. Needing more, I shift on his lap so I’m straddling him once again, my hands on his bare chest, feeling the powerful sinew that holds him together. Our lips press and mold, mingling, taking, begging . . . Desperate. Beck’s tongue runs against my bottom lip, eliciting a moan from deep within me, lighting a fire so hot, so wild, my hands start to travel up his neck to his cheeks where I grip him, positioning his head so when I open my mouth, I can expertly dive my tongue onto his. He groans, his lap shifting against mine now, his hard-on pressing against my wet and throbbing center. I match his rocking, using my position on his lap to take advantage of his length I can feel through his board shorts. This is exactly what I didn’t want to happen, but God, am I happy it has. Maybe I really should live in the moment, maybe I should take advantage of the opportunity, maybe I should…

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Friday, March 16, 2018

Review: Robbie (Confessions #1) by Ella Frank


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Relationships are complex.
Love ever-changing.
And when it comes to rules of the heart,
they were made to be broken…
That’s what Robert Antonio Bianchi was telling himself, anyway.
Otherwise, he really had no excuse for what—or who—he’d done.
No excuse, except for his lonely heart, a pitcher of margaritas, four Bitter Bitches, and the apparent need to confess all his weaknesses to the two men he knew would bring him nothing but trouble.
But trouble was nothing new.
Just ask his crazy sisters or any of his friends, and they’d be the first to tell you:
If there was a bad decision to be made, Robbie always had a knack for making it.
And thus begins the story of the priest, the princess, and the prick.


Rating: 5 out of 5 stars

I didn't know Robbie would be the first book in a series where all the books would be about the same triad. Usually, I am worried when I find out that a couple from a book will also get another, but in this case, I am completely fine with it. The author managed to write a story where a second book feels natural since we have so many things going on and I am not dreading it. I hope we will see some character development in the second book and dig deeper into their pasts. We have barely scratched the surface with the priest and Julien. And I am OK with that. Why? I have no idea. It might be because of the excellent writing or simply because I was happy with the super hot sex. I am honestly giving 5 stars to the book for the sex. The story was hot, it didn't have drama, the characters were awesome and there wasn't a thing I didn't like. The characters appear in at least one other novel, but there is no need to read it before you begin this one. It's a stand-alone book /series. I hope I will get an arc for the next book because I am dying to see how the author plans to expand the story. I am sure she won't ruin what she has built for the triad and instead she will give us another great book with them been united and working things out together. Robbie might be a new member in the relationship, but they managed to work well together and in sync. I wanna see what will happen with all the problems and obstacles that were thrown at them.


If there’s a bad decision to make, I will make it. DRUNK-DIALING IS never a smart move. But drunk-dialing a married man? That is a monumentally stupid move. That was the thought rolling around Robbie’s muddled brain as he stood with his best friend Elliot at the bar of CRUSH and tossed back his fourth Bitter Bitch. The conversation he was having with himself wasn’t a new one—or a welcome one, he thought as he swayed on his feet and kind of stumbled into the stool beside him. But forgetting his lonely life with alcohol and men who were all wrong for him seemed like an increasingly good way to cope tonight. The hum and throb of the bass beat was rattling through him, but instead of feeling the pull he usually did to head out to the dance floor and have fun, tonight it seemed to be having the opposite effect. It was making him think really stupid thoughts. “You’re so wasted, Bianchi,” Elliot said as he grabbed Robbie’s arm and guided him to the barstool. “What’s that? Your third shot? And how many margaritas did you have at dinner?” Robbie held up two, then three fingers, and shrugged. “Who cares? Everyone had their New Year’s on Sunday. Tonight’s mine, and I want to celebrate.” “If you celebrate any more, you aren’t gonna remember your first night out of the New Year.” “Don’t care,” Robbie said, as he waved his hand through the air with flourish and leaned a little too much into the action. Luckily, Elliot was there to prop him up. “I wanna have fun tonight. Do something I shouldn’t.” Elliot leaned his elbows back on the bar so he was facing the dance floor and said, “Why don’t you get out there and let someone do you instead? You look gorgeous tonight, darling.” He’s right, I do look cute, Robbie thought. In his skinny jeans and purple V-neck tee that was practically a second skin, Robbie had gone all out with smoky eyes and a new pink shade of gloss he’d bought a couple of days ago that tasted like—mmm, strawberries. He could totally hit the dance floor, find a willing man, and let him do all kinds of things. But that seemed so boring tonight, so normal, and so not what he wanted. He wanted wild. He wanted adventure. He wanted danger. And when the two men he knew were both those things entered his mind, Robbie quickly shook his head, trying to shake them free. Stop thinking about them, he ordered himself, but that was easier said than done. One of them was one of the sexiest men he’d ever seen, and the other the most frustrating—and what was worse was that he couldn’t have either of them even if he wanted to. What was with everyone being fucking married all of a sudden? And to each other? But oh the dreams he’d been having lately. The three of them, all sweaty and naked; they were enough to make him want to No, no, no. That is the worst idea you could have, Robbie told himself. Drunk or sober. Worst. Idea. Ever. Plus, you don’t even like one of them. So stop obsessing over it. “Earth to Robbie…” Elliot said, waving a hand, and Robbie shrugged. “I don’t know. I’m just not in the mood.” You’re not in the mood to grind all over a naked man? Okay, where the hell is my best friend and what did you do with him?” Elliot asked as he swept his black bangs out of his eyes. “I don’t know.” Robbie slumped forward on the bar, dramatic as ever, and looked up at Elliot from under his lashes. “I think I’m in a state of mourning, El, and I don’t know how to get out of it.” Elliot frowned. “Is this about Logan? I thought you were happy for him and Tate?” “I am, but— Ugh. They just got engaged, and now all of a sudden, he’s married. Married.” “I know, babe. But you knew it was coming.” “Doesn’t make it any easier. Knowing there are two more beautiful men off the market forever due to a ring and a piece of paper is just depressing.” “Two more men?” Elliot said, regarding him with a suspicious eye. “Who else do you know who’s hitched?” Julien, Robbie instantly thought, as an image of the famous chef came to mind. Julien “the Prick” Thornton. And this time, as Julien’s name ran through Robbie’s head, he made a point to roll the Jul over his tongue the way Julien had when he’d introduced himself that night at the bar. That’s right…Julien “I’m gay, gorgeous, and, oh yeah, married to your worst enemy” Thornton. He was hitched. “No one,” Robbie said, and pouted. Then he swiveled on the stool to look out at the men gyrating all over one another. “You go and play for the both of us. I’m going to sit here and—” “Ferment?” “Okay that word is too big for my brain right now,” Robbie said, and winced. “Go and feel up the muscles and men for me. Someone should get some enjoyment out of them.” Elliot pursed his lips. “I don’t know…” “I’m just gonna sit here. Not going anywhere,” Robbie promised, crossing a finger over his chest. “Your heart is on the other side, genius.” Robbie switched sides and did it again. “I’m just gonna drown my sorrows so my body hurts tomorrow and will take my mind off my broken heart.” “Aww, cheer up, Buttercup. Your Prince Charming will come to you one day soon.” “Well, until then”—Robbie gestured for the bartender—“I’m going to drink myself into a deep slumber in the hopes that maybe he’ll come on me, or, you know, at least kiss me back to life.” Elliot placed a hand on Robbie’s arm. “Do not go anywhere. I’ll be back for you.” “I can’t feel my legs to move, so… I’ll stay. Like a good little boy.” “Don’t know how good you are, but…” Elliot chuckled, then before he headed out to the dance floor, said, “Where’s your phone?” Robbie dug into his pants pocket and pulled it free. Elliot opened the contacts and scrolled down to his name, and then set it on the bar in front of Robbie. “You need me, call. Do not leave this seat.” Robbie touched his fingertips to his temple in a sloppy salute and then hiccupped. “Yes, sir.” “Okay. Be back for you soon.” Elliot then turned to the bartender and said, “No more after this for him.” When the bartender nodded, Robbie’s mouth fell open. “Hello, you’re not my mother.” “Lucky for you. She’d be spanking your ass right now, not to mention your sisters, and I’m sure you’d much rather have that done by a man who would then pound it afterward. I’ll be back.” Robbie dismissed Elliot with a wave of his hand, and then took great interest in scrolling up and down his list of contacts, searching for someone to occupy his time. It wasn’t until he saw Julien’s number that he realized how drunk he was, because that was the only excuse he could think of as to why he hit call. 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Review: Label Me Proud by Stephie Walls

Title: Label Me Proud
Author: Stephie Walls
Genre: Coming of Age/Contemporary Romance
Release Date: March 15, 2018


We’ve been best friends since we were five: Beau, Masyn, and me.
But nothing’s as simple as it seems.
Relationships change and so do people.
Especially now.
With Beau getting married, and a new girl in town, it’s time to confess.
I’m in love with my best friend.
                …And I think I’m too late.


Rating: 1 out of 5 stars

While reading a book, I usually hate the heroine, but in this case, I couldn't stand the hero. He was an immature little boy. He was also dense and an idiot. Who the heck thinks that oral doesn't count as sex? I am supposed to believe that he had feelings for Masyn all this time because he didn't insert his stick into women? Masyn knew all about him taking women to the bathroom at the place they were hanging out. And he wondered why people thought of him as a manwhore. Also, he was paying Peyton too much attention if you ask me and he didn't immediately push her away when she kissed him. He described in too many details how good she was looking in a bikini and he blew Masyn up before that event. I am still not buying that he is in love with her let alone that he had been in love with her for years. 

The story is told only from Lee's point of view and that was bad for me because Masyn could have been the voice of reason the book needed. At this point, I feel like Peyton and Lee would have had a better love story because for me Lee spent too much time with her and not with the woman he wanted. That's why I wanted her point of view. To see more of Masyn who was forgotten for half the book. Nothing major happens in their relationship until the 60% mark. After that things take a less friendly and more romantic approach. Until then the story was mostly about Beau and Peyton which was frustrating. I don't understand the 5 star reviews to be honest. Lee didn't develop at all and his point of view never really changed. Masyn deserved someone better and not the douche who claimed to want her only to leave her be with another man as he went home with another woman. Lee is one of the worst heroes for me. 

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Stephie Walls is a lover of words—the more poetic the better. She lives on the outskirts of Greenville, South Carolina in her own veritable zoo with two dogs, three cats, the Mister, and Magoo (in no preferential order).

She would live on coffee, books, and Charlie Hunnam if it were possible, but since it’s not, add in some Chinese food or sushi and she’s one happy girl.

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Release Blitz: Advanced Physical Chemistry by Susannah Nix

Title: Advanced Physical Chemistry: 
A Romantic Comedy
Series: Chemistry Lessons #3
Author: Susannah Nix
Genre: Romantic Comedy
 Release Date: March 16, 2018


After four lousy boyfriends in a row, chemical engineer Penny Popplestone swears off men until she can figure out why they keep cheating on her. But her no-men resolution hits a snag when the mysterious and superhumanly hot barista at her favorite coffee shop strikes up a friendship with her.

Penny strives to keep things platonic, but when Caleb gives her the kiss of her life, she realizes he wants to be more than just friends. Tired of always being “good little Penny,” she throws caution to the wind and pursues a no-strings fling with the hottie barista. It’s not like they have anything in common beyond scorching physical chemistry, so what does she have to lose?

Only her heart.

Now, this fanfic-reading, plus-size heroine faces an unsolvable problem. What do you do when being apart is unbearable…but being together is impossible?

Advanced Physical Chemistry is the third in a series of standalone rom-coms featuring geeky heroines who work in STEM fields.

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Rating: 2 out of 5 stars

I was expecting a slightly awkward and dorky book. Something nerdier. I wasn't familiar with the series, so I had no idea what was going on with the book. I was disappointed in the end. The only good thing about this book is that it can be read as stand alone. It wasn't a disaster, but it could have been much better. It didn't have a sentence that made me laugh. And it wasn't overly romantic, so for me, the book promised a lot of things and delivered none. Penny was a decent character and she had some kind of development. I would have liked more if she actually did something when it came to Caleb's hot and cold behavior. One minute he wanted her, the next he didn't and the one after that he did. If the story had been told from his and Penny's point of view I might have liked him more. I might have felt like I knew him even at a basic and shallow level. He just didn't click for me. I don't know if I am in a bad reading phase, but I didn't like the book and I wouldn't recommend it.


“Can we talk?” Penny tilted her head toward the back. “Privately.” Was it her imagination, or did Caleb’s eyes widen momentarily in fear?

He wiped his hands on a dishtowel and nodded. “Sure.”

She trailed after him down the back hallway, past the restrooms. He halted in front of the office door and turned around to face her. It was quieter back here. The voices of the businessmen had faded to a dull murmur, blending with the white noise hum of the refrigerator case at the end of the hall.

Neither of them spoke. They were standing close enough that she could see the gold in his eyes. As they stared at one another, the memory of the kiss floated in the air between them. Their fevered breaths. The way he’d moaned into her mouth. Penny licked her lips.

“I owe you an apology,” Caleb said.

The words punctured her thin bubble of hope. “I see.”

“I shouldn’t have kissed you like that.”

“Why not?” she heard herself say a little too loudly.

He flinched at the challenge in her tone. “What?”

“Why shouldn’t you have kissed me?”

The bell on the front door jangled, and there was a murmur of voices as more customers came in. Malik was out front. He could handle them.

Caleb shuffled his feet like he was itching to escape. “Um…”

“Do you have a girlfriend?” Penny asked.

He shook his head at the floor. “No, nothing like that.”

She rested her hands on her hips. “Did you not mean to do it? Am I supposed to believe it was some sort of accident? That you tripped and fell onto my face?”

“No, of course not, I—”

“Because I’m trying to understand why you’d do something like that and then run off and leave me standing there. And why you’re apologizing now for kissing me instead of for running off.”

“I’m sorry for that part too,” he said quietly.

“It wasn’t very nice.”

“You’re right, it wasn’t. I’m sorry.” God, he was beautiful when he was being contrite. It made it impossible to think straight.

Penny stared at his collarbone, which was also stupidly attractive, but not quite as distracting as his face. “So why did you do it?”

“Run off? Or kiss you?”

“Both. Either. Why are you being so weird about all of it?”

“Um.” He shifted his weight, lowering his eyes to the floor. If she hadn’t been standing between him and escape, he might have actually bolted like a horse.

She crossed her arms. “Did you not want to kiss me?”

“No, I…” He trailed off, rubbing his palms on his thighs.

Penny waited. She was prepared to wait all day if that was what it took.

He looked up. “I’ve wanted to kiss you for a long time.”

That stopped her in her tracks. “W—what?”

His eyes looked into hers. “You heard me.”

Something burned in her chest, constricting her voice to a whisper. “But you don’t even like me.”

“That’s not true.” He looked pained.

How long was a long time? Since last summer when he’d started working here? Did that mean—could she have been dating Caleb instead of Kenneth? She tried to picture it. Caleb asking her on a date, taking her out to dinner. Smiling across the table as he tried to charm her, hoping for a goodnight kiss at the end of the evening. She couldn’t even picture the smiling part, much less the rest of it.

She tried to clear her throat and made a choking sound instead. “You acted like you didn’t like me.”

“I was trying to keep my distance.” His expression turned reproachful. “You had a boyfriend.”

“Who was a cheating jerk. Which you could have told me at any time.” If Caleb had ever given her even the slightest hint he was actually interested in her, she would have dropped Kenneth like the flaming bag of dog poop he’d turned out to be.

“I was afraid you’d hate me if I was the one to tell you.”

Unbelievable. Literally, it was impossible to believe this man who’d barely acknowledged her existence had actually been attracted to her all this time. It was inconceivable, and not in the Princess Bride sense of the word.

And yet…he had kissed her. It hadn’t been a half-hearted kiss either. That was a serious kiss he’d given her. Deadly serious.

Penny swallowed. “I don’t have a boyfriend anymore.”

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Susannah Nix lives in Texas with her husband, two ornery cats, and a flatulent pit bull. When she’s not writing, she enjoys reading, cooking, knitting, watching stupid amounts of television, and getting distracted by Tumblr. She is also a powerlifter who can deadlift as much as Captain America weighs.

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Thursday, March 15, 2018

Release blitz: Impact (Iron Orchids #3) by Danielle Norman

Title: Impact
Series: The Iron Orchids #3
Author: Danielle Norman
Genre: Contemporary Romance/Romantic Comedy
Release Date: March 15, 2018


They always say that two wrongs don’t make a right...

Well, she was wrong for breaking into a house that didn’t belong to her; even if she and her daughter had nowhere else to go.

And, I was wrong for watching her on the surveillance camera as she moved through the house and climbed into bed.

So I offered her a job and a home. 

Her smile…
Her curves…
Wrong has never felt so right.

Now, I want to make the biggest impact yet…
I want to make her mine.


Rating: 3 out of 5 stars

I am starting to hate the books whose blurbs make me want to read them, only to find out that I had too high expectations. I was expecting something a little more twisted than the story we got. I liked Damon, his family, and Bee, but Katy's character had some room for improvement. I couldn't understand her reasoning and she didn't make sense to me sometimes. Even though I liked that she did everything she could for her daughter, I couldn't like her much. Maybe she was used to be on her own for so long that she wasn't able to accept help from anyone.

Something that also bothered me was the Greek words that were used in this book. Some of them were correct and some weren't. Like the word koritsi which means girl and not daughter. The word the author was looking for is kori. I had an "Unsticky" deja vu when I read that, but thankfully it wasn't that bad. 

Overall, the book was a big meh meh. It wasn't good or bad. It had a little bit of both. The best part was Damon's family. They embraced Katy and Bee. I would have liked to see more scenes where Damon and Bree were bonding. One of the bad things was the drama in the end with the black charger. There was no need for that. I will remain neutral on the recommendation.

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Danielle is a Harley riding romance writer. Most days she can be found in jeans, t-shirts, and pearls (she's a lady like that).

Danielle writes about men that will open the door for you during the day and throw you against them at night. She loves stories that will make you laugh and fall in love without all of the emotional baggage faced every day in our real lives.

And her talent is the ability to tell the difference between a rye, wheat, corn, or potato vodka in just 1 sip, but she prefers a few glasses just to be certain.

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