Wednesday, January 30, 2019

Book Review and Giveaway for Anton by Brenda Rothert



ANTON 
by BRENDA ROTHERT

He’s known as Father Anton to his teammates—the brooding, sexy captain of the NHL’s Chicago Blaze has a reputation for…not having a reputation. Just like his diet and sleep routines, celibacy is part of Anton Petrov’s on-ice mojo. Or so they say. Anton stays mum on the subject. If the world thinks he chooses to abstain from sex, so be it. Better that than the truth getting out: there is a woman he burns for, but he can never have her. She’s his teammate’s wife, after all.

Mia Marceau is finally on her own. Now that she and her husband are living apart, she’s finding the peace she was desperate for. She spends her days in classes and late nights bartending, making her own way in the world at last. After what she’s been through, as long as her husband leaves her alone, she doesn’t plan to rock the boat. He still has the power to hurt those dearest to her, and she can’t demand a divorce with such a high cost.

A chance encounter with Mia has Anton hoping for a shot he never thought he’d get. And while she’s drawn to the intense, serious hockey center, Mia’s leery about playing with fire. That’s all Anton has ever known for Mia, though—a living, burning desire that won’t be denied—no matter the cost.


REVIEW: 4 STARS
"She's a mystery I'm slowly figuring out, my reward her moans and gasps of pleasure."

Ever since I saw the synopsis for Anton, I knew this was going to be a book I needed to read. And of course, what a great introduction to Brenda Rothert's writing I got with this one. She has been recommended to me a few times, so I finally read her and I'm glad I did. Her voice was clear and concise and the flow was perfect. With this series opener, I will most definitely be following this team and the characters she has introduced me to. A super sweet, super easy, well read book. I am now ready for more of her words!

Anton, I mean...behold that cover. Is that not THE most delicious cover??? I knew I wanted to read it based on the forbidden aspect of the synopsis, but the cover sure would have made me double take and check it out. And let me just answer that question first; Yes, this was the perfect visual for Father Anton. Ok? The perfect one. She gave him a soft demeanor with a very overprotective instinct, disguised with good looks and a force to be reckoned with on the ice. One that makes you sigh with contentment because he wasn't your clichéd cocky hockey player and I rather enjoyed that change of pace.

Mia and Anton was supposed to be a forbidden love, but what I saw was a woman that was strong  and a man that was smitten, both fighting to see the light at the end of the tunnel. I got a couple that tried to do everything 'by the book' and their attraction was palpable. Anton was determined, yet conditioned in every aspect of his life, so his patience was very admirable. He had a heart of gold and was definitely NOT your typical sports player. I could appreciate how Rothert made him his own anomaly, and in turn, I got a standup man worth falling for.

Sidebar: Uncle Dix was freaking funny. He played the part I knew he would and he owned it!! Loved him!!!!

I just came off some seriously heavy, intensely screwed up reads and not knowing if this one was going to be more of a heavier read or not, I was actually quite relieved that it was such an easy read. I mean easy as in, the action in her words and the cadence of them was symbiotic and the subject was a lot lighter than I had anticipated. I breezed right through this book and for as calm as it was, it really held my attention. That says a lot to me because I usually connect with the emotionally heavy reads easier. This was so laid back, but so easy to get into and enjoy.

Although the writing was a little on the light side, I am still glad I jumped in because this is a series I will be following quite closely!!! Easy flow, likable characters and a love that'll make you smile. I am excited to get a few more stories in this series from her!!

"She's my first thought in the morning and the last before I fall asleep."
~BEE

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EXCERPT for The Last Letter by Rebecca Yarros

~EXCERPT~

“I’m not going anywhere. You need anything, and it’s yours. You need help? You’ve got it.”

She let loose a mocking laugh as she descended the steps.

“I don’t want or need you here, Mr.…” She opened the door to her SUV and pulled out a paper. “Mr. Gentry.”

“Beckett,” I answered, desperate to hear her say it. My real name.

“Okay, Mr. Gentry. Enjoy your vacation and then head home, because like I said, I’m not in need of a babysitter or anyone’s charity. I’ve been taking care of myself since Ryan ran off and joined the army after our parents died.”

I wanted to grab her, to hold her against my chest and block anything that wanted to harm her. My hands ached to sweep down the line of her back, to take away any of her suffering that she’d let me. I’d known this would be hard, but seeing her wasn’t anything I could have prepared myself for.

“It doesn’t matter if you want me, because I’m not here on your wishes. I’m here on Mac’s. This is all he asked of me, so unless you’re going to kick me off your property, I’m going to keep the promise I made.”

Her eyes narrowed. “Okay. Anything I need?”

“Anything.”

“When Ryan died—”

No. Anything but this.

“—he was on an op, right?”

Could she see the blood drain from my face? Because I sure as hell felt it. I heard the rotors. Saw the blood. Reached for his hand as it limply fell off the stretcher.

“Yes. It’s classified.”

Her hand gripped the open doorframe.

“So I’ve heard. I need…” She sighed, looking everywhere but at me for a second before straightening her shoulders and meeting my eyes. “I need to know what happened to Chaos. Was he there? When Ryan died? You were in the same unit, right?” Her throat moved as she swallowed, and her eyes took on a desperate plea.

Damn it. She deserved to know everything. That I wasn’t the man I wanted to be, that she needed. That I was the piece of shit who made it back with a beating heart while her brother came home draped in a flag. I needed her to know that I’d chosen to stop answering her letters because I knew that the only thing I could bring her in this life would be more pain.

I needed her to know that it was only Ryan’s letter that got me here, and the knowledge that it was the least I could do for my best friend. That I never meant to hurt her, never had the intention of smashing into her life like the wrecking ball I was—not when she lived under such breakable glass.

“Well? Was he?”

But what I needed didn’t matter.

I’ve never been able to give second chances when it comes to hurting the people I love. Letter number six.

If I told her those things, she’d shut me out, and I would fail Mac for a second time. I could tell myself that it was her choice, but really, it would be mine. I was the guy people looked for an excuse to get rid of, and truth was a gift-wrapped reason to kick me to the curb. There were two distinct paths ahead of me: the first, where I told her who I was and what had happened, and she promptly walked out of my life, and the second…where I did everything I could to help her, no matter what the cost.

Path number two it is.

“He was there,” I answered honestly.

Her lower lip trembled, and she bit onto it, like any sign of weakness had to be quashed. “And? What happened?”

“That’s classified.” I was a bastard, but an honest one.

“Classified. You’re all the same, you know that? Loyal as anything to one another and nothing left for anyone else. Just tell me if he’s dead. I deserve to know.”

“Knowing what happened to Mac…to Chaos…none of that would do you any good. It would hurt a hell of a lot more than it already does. Trust me.”

She scoffed, shaking her head as she rubbed the bridge of her nose. When she looked back up, the fake smile was in place, and those blue eyes had gone glacial.

“Welcome to Telluride, Mr. Gentry. I hope you enjoy your stay.”

She climbed into the SUV and slammed the door, throwing the vehicle into reverse to get out of the drive.

I watched until she disappeared into the thick forest of trees.

Havoc brushed against my leg. I looked down at her, and she stared back up at me, no doubt knowing that I was an imbecile for what I’d just let happen.

“Yeah, that didn’t go so well.” I looked up at the cloudless Colorado sky. “We did a number on her, Mac. So if you’ve got any pointers on how to win over your sister, I’m all ears.”

I opened the tailgate of my truck and started to unload my stuff.

It might be temporary, but I was here for as long as Ella would let me stay. Because somewhere between letter number one and letter number twenty-four, I’d fallen in love with her. Fallen for her words, her strength, her insight and kindness, her grace under impossible circumstances, her love for her children, and her determination to stand on her own. I could list a thousand reasons that woman owned whatever heart I had.

But none of them mattered because, even though she was the woman I loved, to her, I was just a stranger. An unwelcome one at that.

Which was more than I deserved.

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Beckett,

If you’re reading this, well, you know the last-letter drill. You made it. I didn’t. Get off the guilt train, because I know if there was any chance you could have saved me, you would have.

I need one thing from you: get out of the army and get to Telluride.

My little sister Ella’s raising the twins alone. She’s too independent and won’t accept help easily, but she has lost our grandmother, our parents, and now me. It’s too much for anyone to endure. It’s not fair.

And here’s the kicker: there’s something else you don’t know that’s tearing her family apart. She’s going to need help.

So if I’m gone, that means I can’t be there for Ella. I can’t help them through this. But you can. So I’m begging you, as my best friend, go take care of my sister, my family.

Please don’t make her go through it alone.

Ryan
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When she’s not writing, she’s tying hockey skates for her four sons, sneaking in some guitar time, or watching brat-pack movies with her two daughters. She lives in Colorado with the hottest Apache pilot ever, their rambunctious gaggle of kids, an English bulldog who is more stubborn than sweet, and a bunny named General Fluffy Pants who torments the aforementioned bulldog. They recently adopted their youngest daughter from the foster system, and Rebecca is passionate about helping others do the same.

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Tuesday, January 29, 2019

DNF review for The Fallback by Mariah Dietz




I thought being dumped was painful.
And it was.

Trust is more fragile than hope, and maybe even fear.
And it wasn't the only thing left damaged. My heart and my ego were dragged through the mud as well.

But, I'm collecting the pieces.
Moving on.
Or I was, until I learned the guy who has stolen my thoughts and attention is a client who my often eccentric and demanding boss personally assigned to me. As one of the most sought after event planners in Chicago, I'm determined to keep things professional, especially when I learn his connection to my boss extends beyond money or a favor—but family.

With one glance I forget reason
He smiles, and I lose sense.

But how deep is my past buried?
And how much are we willing to sacrifice?


REVIEW: DNF

I won’t say it was boring, because that can come across as rude.

I won’t say it was slow, because that can come across as impatient.

I won’t say I think dating rules are the dumbest thing ever because that may come across as shallow.

I won’t say insecurities that are constantly rambled on about are ridiculous, because that would make me come across as insensitive

But I will say that I couldn't finish this one because it wasn't my cuppa.

Instead of complaining for the review, I’m going to tell you what I loved first. I loved Levi. I loved their chemistry when she wasn’t going on some inner monologue about how Gabe wasn’t good to her or how much of a non-people person she is. They smiled and that made me smile. They laughed and the sarcastic banter flowed, so that made me laugh. Levi was seriously amazing and had the patience of a saint.. I wanted more of him. I wanted her to trust him. I wanted her to let go. I loved how hard he tried. I loved his wink and his smile. I loved the butterflies he conjured up, but for some reason, Brooke was just.....odd. I didn’t and couldn’t connect to her AT ALL.

This could have been cute, but it just didn’t work for me. I can’t do cutesy and insecure in a grown woman. I can’t read about a character that says she has zero social skills but her success in her fantastic job requires having social skills and pleasing people and working with them on an intimate level. Things didn’t line up, the heroine was really just ugh, and the story didn’t progress quickly enough for me to get over some of these slight transgressions. It got stale in quite a few spots as well, and that made it even harder to push on. 

But Levi. Levi was the only reason I kept going back in to read more. He made me smile for every reason.

Maybe it’s just me. Maybe I like more grit. More angst. More push and pull. Or, you know, just...more. I like my heartstrings being tugged on and my emotions being thrown around. I didn’t get any highs or lows with this one. Not only did Brooke let her boss run all over her, she let her cheating ex get away with everything. EV-ER-Y-THING. She clearly didn’t work through any of her own issues because she thought about Gabe constantly; while on dates and comparing every action and reaction to him. It was frustrating because it felt way too whiny to me - for the lack of a better word.  That made me question so much more about her.

This read to me more like a self help book with a romance twist and that’s definitely not something I signed up for. It would have meant more if she actually self-helped herself. It just read more of an appease myself to get by kind of book. It was honestly frustrating and she was the very reason I DNF'd this book.

~BEE


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Mariah grew up in a tiny town outside of Portland, Oregon, where she spent most of her time immersed in the pages of books that she both read and created.

She has a love for all things that include her family, good coffee, books, traveling, and dark chocolate. She’s also obsessed with Christmas ornaments and all things Disney.


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Prologue
September 28, 2001

Andrew

Seventeen days ago, my life caught fire.

Two planes. Two towers. Nothing will ever be the same.

The fire at Ground Zero is still burning, and somewhere inside the smoky piles of rubble is my father. Do I want them to find him? For the first week, I did. I stayed home from school every day and stared at the TV, praying I’d see them pull my dad from what’s left.

I told myself over and over that he couldn’t be gone. David Wentworth was too strong to be taken down like that. He’d show them all. My dad would come crawling out of the pile of debris, still wearing his dark suit. He’d probably pull other people out, too. My dad is like that. He does things people say are impossible.

But the second week, my mom said I had to go back to school. When I told her I wouldn’t go because I was waiting for my dad to be rescued, her shoulders fell.

“He’s gone, Andrew.”

“You don’t know that. Dad’s a fighter.”

She shook her head. “I know it’s hard for a thirteen-year- old to wrap his head around. I know.

You want him to be here, and I do, too. But he’s gone. It’s just you and me now.”

I glared at her, my throat burning. How could she give up on him like that? I’d never give up on my dad. I went back to my spot in his favorite leather chair in our living room and turned up the news on TV.

But after two weeks, my school counselor came to our house to see me. He frowned and told me no one could survive for two weeks in there. Then he gave me a pamphlet titled, “It’s Okay to cry.” I crumpled up his advice on grieving and threw it in the trash.

I wasn’t going to cry. My dad wouldn’t want that. He’d always told me a man’s true measure was his strength.

“Chin up, Andrew. You’re a Wentworth. We’re made of steel.”

Today we’re having a memorial service for him. My chin will stay up, and my back will stay straight. When I look at the family pictures of my parents and me on a long table at the funeral home and my eyes start to feel watery, I pinch my leg through the pocket of my suit pants. The burning sting in my thigh makes me angry instead of sad.

Better. Dad used to yell at people from his company sometimes, so I know he wouldn’t mind me being angry. At night, when I’m staring up at the stars me and Dad stuck on my ceiling when I was little, my stomach twists and hurts with the anger I feel for the men who killed my dad.

They murdered thousands of people. I’m not the only kid without a dad now. Everyone is scared.

Nothing will ever be the same.

My mom covers her mouth with her hand, crying as one of her friends squeezes her arm and talks to her. They did that, too. They made my mom cry. My dad wouldn’t stand for that.

Since he’s gone, I have to be the strong one now. I have to take care of my mom like he would. I have to think about what dad would want for us. I have to hold on tight to my need for those men to pay for what they did to my dad.

The firefighters will eventually extinguish the smoldering fire at Ground Zero, but the fire burning inside of me will never go out.

Chapter One
October 2015

Quinn

There’s nothing good in Mauricio’s Dumpster tonight. Hard pieces of uneaten pizza crust and cold spaghetti covered in olive oil are the only edible things I’ve found so far. And it won’t get better if I dig further. So why am I still ripping open bags of trash on this cold fall evening?

Because my little sister is hungry. I can still see the hope that was shining in her huge blue eyes when I left for a food run earlier. If we’ve learned only one thing in our four years on the streets of New York City, it’s that hunger and cold are realities, but facing them at the same time is a bitch.

I climb up a pile of trash heaped at the end of the rusted Dumpster, bracing my foot on a stack of empty pizza boxes. My hair whips across my face when the chilly breeze catches it.

Fall is my least favorite season now. I loved it when I was a kid and it meant hot, spicy cider, piles of crunchy leaves to plow through, and football games to cheer at.

But now, fall means the dreaded, bitter winter is on its way. I’ll spend my days taking Bethy from one heated public place to another in an effort to stay warm. At night, we’ll sleep underground. The cold down there isn’t life threatening, but some of the people are.

I’m so tired. It hits me all at once, and I sag against a filled plastic trash bag. Last night we got kicked out of the park and chased by a group of frat boys threatening to gang rape Bethy and me.

If there hadn’t been nine of them, my friend Bean and I would’ve wiped the cocky grins off their faces.

Fucking rich boys. Their sense of entitlement is staggering.

I sigh and crawl back down the trash hill. The wail of a siren approaches as I fish a plastic bag out of my pocket and stuff the cold spaghetti noodles into it.

It’s food, and Bethy won’t complain. We’ve both eaten worse to stave off hunger pangs.

I close my eyes, pushing down the wave of anger welling inside me. The fatigue won’t go away if I sleep well tonight. It’s bone-deep. I’m tired of running. Tired of feeding my sister scraps of food other people threw away. Tired of wondering if the hell I saved her from is worse than the one I brought her into.

Thinking about this will drain me. I force the thoughts away, wrap my hands around the edge of the Dumpster and swing my leg over.

Two more years. That’s what I focus on instead. In a little over two years, Bethy will turn eighteen and we can have a real life. I’ll get a job, and she’ll go back to school. We’ll stop running and looking over our shoulders constantly. We won’t go to bed hungry or cold ever again. I’ll make sure of it.

The alley is quiet. It’s just me and a chubby guy smoking a cigarette, the orange glow of its end bright in the blackness. I put my head down and stuff my hands in the pockets of my coat.

“Hey.” The man’s voice is deep and insistent. I don’t look up at him.

“Hey, I’m talkin’ to you.” This time, he grabs my upper arm. I shake myself out of his grasp and push off the ground to run away, but his arm locks around me.

“What’s your fuckin’ problem?” His warm breath smells like cigarettes and garlic, and I turn away when it hits my face.

I thrash, struggling to escape his hold. He laughs at me.

“Tough girl, huh?”

He’s bulky, and I can’t stop him from slamming my slight frame against a brick wall. The more I fight, the harder he laughs.

“Let go,” I say in a level tone. He presses my upper arms against the cold stone so hard it burns, and he laughs some more.

“You think you’re too good for me?”

I kick him in the shin, and he pulls my arms forward and then slams me against the wall again.

The impact rattles my teeth and knocks the wind out of me.

And now I’m pissed.

“Please don’t hurt me,” I say in a tiny voice.

“Scared now, aren’t you?” The satisfaction in his tone sends my adrenaline racing. “You better be.”

“I’ll do whatever you want. Just…please don’t hurt me.” My voice shakes, and he relaxes his grip on me.

It takes me less than a second to knee him in the crotch and wrap my hand around the knife in my leg holster. In a move too fast for this lard-ass to see, let alone block, I pull it out and sink the blade into his gut. Underhanded—harder to block. If I wanted to kill him, I’d pull it out quickly and stab him again with the tight, quick jabs Bean taught me. But he’s not worth the trouble.

There’s resistance from his flannel and his skin, but once I get past that, it’s a smooth trip through layers of fat. My arm muscles tingle as I hold the knife in place for a few seconds.

I see the whites of his eyes get larger. His mouth drops open as he stares at me in disbelief.

“You bitch,” he mutters. I’m not gentle when I pull out my knife. He cries out and puts his hands over the wound. I quickly wipe the two sides of my blade on his shirt to clean it.

He reaches for my wrist, but I’m faster. I’ve landed a punch to his meaty face before he even realizes it’s coming.

“Want some more?” I ask, flashing the business end of my blade.

“No.” He backs up a few steps, shaking his head.

I arch my brows at him. “Who’s scared now?”

I don’t wait for an answer. Instead, I turn and head for the street, where sirens are once again wailing in the distance.

My knife tucked safely away once again, I turn my thoughts back to Bethy and Bean. It’ll be cold tonight. Much as I hate to do it, it’s time for us to head back underground.

Andrew

It’s possibly the worst sales presentation I’ve ever seen. The guy trying to sell me his software company got Strike One when he didn’t introduce himself to me. And now he’s tapping his foot on the ground like he’s about to piss his pants or something. Strike Two.

“This thing could be huge. You know what I’m saying, Mr. Wentworth?” he asks me, grinning.

“Not at all.”

His smile slides away, and he clears his throat. “Um, well…like I said, I’ve already made close to a million on it.”

“How much have you made? Precisely?”

His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows. “Seven hundred thousand or so…sir.”

I lower my brows. “Seven hundred twenty-one thousand eleven dollars. That’s according to the paperwork your CPA prepared and forwarded to me at your request.”

He nods. “Sounds about right.”

“About right?” I hold back a sigh of disgust. “This is likely the biggest meeting of your life to date, and you don’t have the answer to that critical question prepared?”

“Well, I…I knew it was in the papers, so…”

“Seven hundred twenty-thousand is not close enough to a million to call ‘close to a million.’

Especially when you subtract your start-up expenses from that figure. Cash flow of this venture is nearly nonexistent at this point.”

He silently concedes my point. “It’s still got a lot of potential.”

I’m about to lay out the cold, hard truth when my secretary, Susan, opens the door.

“Sorry to interrupt, Mr. Wentworth, but Preston McCoy is here and he says it’s urgent.”

My stomach clenches into a knot of tension as I stand and button my suit coat.

“Go ahead,” the nameless man offers, sitting down on the leather sofa in my office. “I’ll hang out here.”

His suggestion that I’m going to step out of my own office while he “hangs out” here is Strike

Three.

“Thank you for your time,” I say, heading for the door.

“Oh.” His expression is crestfallen. “We’re done, then?”

“We’re done.”

He stacks his poster boards in a pile and packs his laptop into its canvas bag covered with buttons advocating marijuana legalization.

“So…when will you know?” he asks.

I meet the gaze of one of my vice presidents, Carla, and I can tell she’s holding back a smile.

“I’m not interested in purchasing your company,” I say, spelling it out.

“Really?”

Susan puts a hand on his shoulder and steers him from my office before I blow.

“How the hell did he get this meeting?” I ask Carla.

“His mother is a friend of your mother.”

I just stare at her for a second. “My mother set this up?”

“Well…she asked if you’d donate to the hospital league banquet, and then she told Susan she’d accept an hour of your time in place of the monetary donation.”

My mother only accepts the word no when someone is saying, “No problem, Mrs. Wentworth.” I learned much of my tenacity from her, but I can’t have her using my time this way. I make a mental note to discuss this with her.

Preston McCoy steps into my office, his gray comb-over sparser than the last time I saw him.

“Andrew. Carla.” He shakes both our hands, and Carla steps out. Preston’s gaze stays fixed on her ass as she departs. The old perv isn’t even sly about it.

“So,” he says, sitting down in one of the leather wingback chairs in front of my desk.

I hold up a hand to stop him, walk over to my office door, and close it. Susan generally makes sure my door is closed for meetings, but she’s probably still getting rid of the pot proponent.

Preston waits for me to unbutton my jacket and sit down. I meet his gaze, not letting on that my stomach is churning, ready to spill its contents. I know why he’s here. He has the answer I’ve been waiting seven long months for.

“The paternity test results are in, and you are in no way related to Ms. Henley’s child.”

My insides liquefy with relief. Thank fuck. I press my sweating palms to my thighs and wait for Preston to continue.

“Ms. Henley has dropped her claim for child support. It’s over, Andrew.”

I nod. “Good. Thank you for coming by with the news.”

“Of course. I can file a claim for the ten thousand a month you provided as support during the pregnancy.”

I can still see Amber Henley’s quaking lower lip when she told me in my kitchen that our one and only sexual encounter had gotten her pregnant, and there was no doubt I was the father of the baby she was carrying. The bottom of my world fell out that day. At age twenty-eight, I was just hitting my stride with my company. Not to mention she wasn’t someone I saw myself with long-term.

I’d royally fucked that kid over before it was even born. Wasn’t in love with its mother and wasn’t ready to be a father. I’d spent a lot of the past seven months loathing myself over it.

And after all that, Amber had been lying. I can’t even be angry about it because the relief overpowers everything else.

“I don’t care about the money,” I tell Preston. “Like you said, it’s over.”

He arches his brows in a judgmental glare. “Well, maybe this’ll be a lesson to you.”

“I’m not paying you a thousand an hour for life lessons,” I say, my tone crisp. “Now if you’ll excuse me.”

“Of course. I apologize.” He gets up and leaves my office, closing the door behind him. 

I turn my desk chair toward the window and look out at the expanse of stone on the building next door.

It’s over. I didn’t wrong my unborn child. I don’t have to deal with gold-digging Amber anymore. If I ever cried, I’d weep with relief right now.

Instead, I sigh deeply and run a hand over the light five-o’clock shadow coating my cheeks.

Never again will I cede control of my life to a woman this way. I won’t give Preston the satisfaction of admitting this was a lesson to me. From now on, I hold all the cards.


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QuinnI’d say I’m down on my luck, but that’s an understatement. I’m flat on my ass. Homeless, hungry and in hiding with my little sister at the age of twenty-one, I’ve never been so desperate. I’ve hit rock bottom when I get an offer I can’t refuse. Sell my body to save my sister? There’s nothing I won’t do to keep her safe. I make the rules and I’m not afraid to defend myself if this rich guy crosses the line. But once I see beneath his cold, calculating façade, the lines aren’t so clear anymore.

AndrewShe’s an intoxicating mix of tough and vulnerable I’ve never known before. This homeless woman who fits right into my upper-class world is running from someone powerful, and I’ll do whatever it takes to protect her. But Quinn isn’t meant to be controlled, so I’m forced to choose between owning her and loving her. I’ve finally met my match, and I’ll do whatever it takes to make her truly mine.

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Brenda Rothert is an Illinois native who was a print journalist for nine years. She made the jump from fact to fiction in 2013 and never looked back. From new adult to steamy contemporary romance, Brenda creates fresh characters in every story she tells. She’s a lover of Diet Coke, chocolate, lazy weekends and happily ever afters.

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Saturday, January 26, 2019

Book Review and Giveaway for The Idea of You by Robinne Lee


THE IDEA OF YOU
by ROBINNE LEE

When Solène Marchand, the thirty-nine-year-old owner of a prestigious art gallery in Los Angeles, takes her daughter, Isabelle, to meet her favorite boy band, she does so reluctantly and at her ex-husband’s request. The last thing she expects is to make a connection with one of the members of the world-famous August Moon. But Hayes Campbell is clever, winning, confident, and posh, and the attraction is immediate. That he is all of twenty years old further complicates things.

What begins as a series of clandestine trysts quickly evolves into a passionate relationship. It is a journey that spans continents as Solène and Hayes navigate each other’s disparate worlds: from stadium tours to international art fairs to secluded hideaways. And for Solène, it is as much a reclaiming of self, as it is a rediscovery of happiness and love. When their romance becomes a viral sensation, and both she and her daughter become the target of rabid fans and an insatiable media, Solène must face how her new status has impacted not only her life, but the lives of those closest to her.


REVIEW: MUST READ
"The way he touched me: unhurried, focused, exact. He knew precisely what he was doing."

I finished The Idea of You and I’m not sure I ever walked away from such an amazing book.....with a painfully broken heart. How do you rate a book that left you heartbroken? How do you rate a book that put you in a tailspin, but you wouldn't change anything about the story, no matter how heartbreaking it was? Truthfully, it was five brilliantly told stars.

This is the kind of book that the romance world grabbed onto and you either loved it or you hated it. I have seen many a discussion about this one and while it's not technically a romance, it's a complete story of love and the intricacies behind it when you have circumstances beyond your control. Two worlds colliding causing massive upheaval. BUT!! It provided a love that was both smile inducing and heartbreaking. A journey is worth a thousand memories, right? Who are we to dictate how a love story unfolds? It hurt. I'm not going to lie. It physically hurt my heart when I closed this book. I was quite melancholy by the time I was done, and then....I just sat there. I thought, I hurt, I thought some more, I smiled at the memories.....but I walked away with a soul deep pain in my heart that felt physically real. But I also smiled to myself knowing that the love they got to experience was probably once in a lifetime.

"But I don't want to miss out on us because I was afraid."

I loved that Lee provided this bubble that we got to hide in while Solène and Hayes were together. They were in their own little world, and the love was unguarded and alive. You could feel it and sense it and I loved that I felt that power of their attraction. But, the reality of the situation was always there, providing some painful and emotional turmoil within their real worlds. The harsh reality behind the perplexity of not only their love, but their relationship as well, was an eye opening look into fame and how it can and does affect others.

It’s no secret how it ends, and I’ll admit having that ruined for me by some folks really sucked - no lie. So, I went in for the journey of an undeniable love and a story that I was sure to feel. I am so glad I took that journey with Hayes and Solène. The retrospect. The memories. The whirlwind. The love. It was beautiful and painful. Unknown, but pure. If I disregard every love story that doesn’t have that perfectly buttoned up ending, I would probably miss out on some amazing journeys through love. I don’t know how it would have hit me not knowing the ending, but I know how it hit me knowing - and it was intense. My eyes were misty and my heart was truly broken.

This book will not be for everyone. I've definitely heard the pros and cons and the anger and the love from both sides - and once again, it's a very lively conversation that I willingly have over and over. I don’t fault anyone for needing a HEA and I never would. We all read differently, but knowing how it affected me, even knowing somewhat how it ended, it didn’t take away from the story for me. But I would be remiss if I didn't mention that I honestly wish I could reread it for the first time and NOT know how it ended. To experience the full affect and hit....

This review is entirely subjective, based on the content and the outcome and what it did for me. Having said that, my personal feelings on it can and will differ from many others. The true definition of a romance book is clear; that a HEA/HFN is required. This was a love story. This was a journey and I loved the entire thing. The whole darn thing.

Seeing the video trailer that was originally posted on YouTube punctuates the pain. It reinforced the strength in Lee's words and how she brought the book to life. I've posted it below so you can see it. I almost had tears watching it and remembering the despair and the agony I so legitimately felt. But I also smiled seeing how well she told this story and how well it translated onto the screen. I am very excited to see this book made into a movie!

And in all actuality, I think the ending was the perfect statement and quite fitting. It punctuated the heartbreak I very much still feel. I still feel that pain, the longing and the desire for a happier ending. I still feel the sadness of their story and the anguish I felt after I closed the book. But, I loved the book and cannot recommend it enough. This was a love story....not necessarily a romance. 

"I'd been so intoxicated. By his smell and his taste and his touch."
~BEE

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ROBINNE LEE is an actor, writer and producer. A graduate of Yale University and Columbia Law School, Robinne was born and raised in Westchester County, New York. Robinne has numerous acting credits in both television and film, most notably opposite Will Smith in both Hitch and Seven Pounds. She recently completed shooting Fifty Shades Darker and Fifty Shades Freed, playing Ros Bailey. Robinne currently lives in Los Angeles with her husband and two children. The Idea of You is her first novel.

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Friday, January 18, 2019

Book Review and Giveaway for When Ashes Fall by Marni Mann




It’s been said that you can’t love two men at the same time.

You can’t split your heart, soul, and body in half.

But I’m here to tell you, you can.

Dylan Cole is like ice, sharp and unpredictable, the thunder inside a tumultuous storm.

Smith Reid is warmth, soft and gentle, perfect like a sunny day.

Both are mine.

But I can have only one.

There are two sides to this tale.

I'm here to tell you mine.

If you think this story is about a cheater, you couldn’t be more wrong.


REVIEW: 4+ Tearful Stars
"Something was wrong with all of this. I didn't know how to fix it. I didn't know if I could."

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CONFESSION: I have always given my friends crap when they tell me they want to cheat and look in the back of a book to see how it ends. I have NEVER wanted to CHEAT and look at the ending of a book so bad in all my life!!! But, rest assured, I did not. But the need was there.

GO INTO THIS BOOK AS BLIND AS POSSIBLE.

This was my first book by Marni Mann and it won't be my last. This was a story written very differently than anything I would have probably read had I known what it was about, so the way she told this story did everything it should have done to keep me turning the pages and devouring the book in wonder. I'm not kidding. SO good. So interesting. So different. I really liked how she told this one. I love when an author's voice or style takes me on a journey, and the discovery is equal parts exploring and confusion. Because I was thoroughly confused throughout most of it and I loved that she strung me along!! HAHA!

The amount of purposeful comments and quotes in this book was astounding. Even the behind the scenes actions added meaning. It made it more emotional for me than I could have imagined. Great word building and usage, I can easily say that. I look back on Mann's posts on Facebook now with a better understanding and knowing what I do now, it makes me smile with a tear. The teaser below could start the waterworks again....so meaningful. I didn't highlight as much as I usually do and would you believe my notes on the book are scarce? Every time I highlight, I make a note so I can include it in my review because it affected me somehow. I was just so entranced. I didn't want to stop reading and yes - wide eyes were present. I just breezed through it, absorbing her story.

CONFESSION: I guessed the twist of the situation at 14%, but getting through the book to see how it all worked out and to see if I was actually correct in my assumption was 95% of the fun. So, potentially knowing what was going on didn't ruin the journey for me, but in all actuality, it made me keep reading to find out if I was right! I held my breath so much. I read until my eyes couldn't stay open. I needed to find out more.

Dylan was enticing and strength personified. He had an edge to him that was smooth and he oozed confidence. Smith was intoxicating and sweet. With a genuine smile, he was an approachable man with a sexiness that invited you in and held you close. Two different men, one heart that was broken, and a mind that was torn.

To be fair, I felt like I was reading a story within a story - and that was awesome. Mann's word play is excellent! Distinctly separate men, wholly separate voices, and completely different outcome than I imagined. I cried from 85% on in this book. Not because of what happened, but because of WHO happened and, you guys....just YES. I completely loved this one and seriously cannot recommend it enough. I *reallyreally liked this book!

"Maybe, one day, I would love the rain, but I was still learning how to handle the storm."
~BEE

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Bestselling author Marni Mann knew she was going to be a writer since middle school. While other girls her age were daydreaming about teenage pop stars, Marni was fantasizing about penning her first novel. She crafts sexy, titillating stories that weave together her love of darkness, mystery, passion, and human emotions. A New Englander at heart, she now lives in Sarasota, Florida, with her husband and their two dogs, who have been characters in her books. When she’s not nose deep in her laptop, working on her next novel, she’s scouring for chocolate, sipping wine, traveling, or devouring fabulous books.

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Wednesday, January 16, 2019

Excerpt Reveal for We Shouldn't by Vi Keeland


~ EXCERPT ~

Figures.

It was the gorgeous guy I’d seen in the elevator. And here I thought we’d had a little spark.

Bennett Fox grinned like he’d already been named my boss and extended his hand. “Welcome to Foster Burnett.”

Ugh. He wasn’t just good looking; he knew it, too.

“That would be Foster, Burnett and Wren, as of a few weeks ago, right?” I iced my subtle reminder that this was now our place of employment with a smile, suddenly thankful my parents had made me wear braces until I was nearly sixteen.

“Of course.” My new nemesis smiled just as brightly. Apparently his parents had sprung for orthodontic care, too.

Bennett Fox was also tall. I once read an article that said the average height of a man in the US was five-foot-nine-and-a-half inches; less than fifteen percent of men stood taller than six feet. Yet the average height of more than sixty-eight percent of Fortune 500 CEOs was over six feet. Subconsciously, we related size to power in more ways than just brawn.

Andrew was six foot two. I’d guess this guy was about the same.

Bennett pulled out the guest chair next to him. “Please, have a seat.”

Tall and with gentlemanly manners. I disliked him already.

During the ensuing twenty-minute pep talk given by Jonas Stern—in which he attempted to convince us we weren’t vying for the same position, but instead forging the way as leaders of the now-largest ad agency in the United States—I stole glances at Bennett Fox.

Shoes: definitely expensive. Conservative, oxford in style, but with a modern edge of topstitching. Ferragamo would be my guess. Big feet, too.

Suit: dark navy, tailored to fit his tall, broad frame. The kind of understated luxury that said he had money, but didn’t need to flaunt it to impress you.

He had one long leg casually crossed over the other knee, as if we were discussing the weather rather than being told everything we’d worked twelve hours a day, six days a week for was suddenly at risk of being in vain.

At one point, Jonas had said something we both agreed with, and we looked at each other, nodding. Given the opportunity for a closer inspection, my eyes roamed his handsome face. Strong jaw, daringly straight, perfect nose—the type of bone structure passed down from generation to generation that was better and more useful than any monetary inheritance. But his eyes were the showstopper: a deep, penetrating green that popped from his smooth, tanned skin. Those were currently staring right at me.

I looked away, returning my attention to Jonas. “So what happens at the end of the ninety-day integration period? Will there be two Creative Directors of West Coast Marketing?”

Jonas looked back and forth between us and sighed. “No. But no one is going to lose his or her job. I was just about to tell Bennett the news. Rob Gatts announced he’ll be retiring in a few months. So there will be a position opening up for a creative director to replace him.”

I had no idea what that meant. But apparently Bennett did.

“So one of us gets shipped off to Dallas to replace Rob in the southwest region?” he asked.

Jonas’s face told me Bennett wouldn’t be happy about the prospect of heading to Texas. “Yes.”

All three of us let that sink in for a moment. The possibility of having to relocate to Texas shifted my mind back into gear, though.

“Who will make the decision?” I asked. “Because obviously you’ve been working with Bennett…”

Jonas shook his head and waved off what I was beginning to question. “Decisions like this—where two senior management positions are being merged into one office—the board will oversee and make the final determination of who gets first pick.”

Bennett was just as confused as me. “The board members don’t work with us on a daily basis.”

“No, they don’t. So they’ve come up with a method of making their decision.”

“Which is?”

“It’ll be based on three major client pitches. You’ll both come up with campaigns on your own and present them. The clients will pick which they like best.”

Bennett looked rattled for the first time. His perfect composure and self- assuredness took a hit as he leaned forward and raked long fingers through his hair.

“You’ve got to be kidding me. More than ten years, and my job here comes down to a few pitches? I’ve landed half-a-billion dollars of ad accounts for this company.”

“I’m sorry, Bennett. I really am. But one of the conditions of the Wren merger was that due consideration be given to the Wren employees in positions that might be eliminated because of duplicity. The deal almost didn’t go through because Mrs. Wren was so insistent that she not sell her husband’s company, only to have the new organization strip away all of Wren’s hard-working employees.”

That made me smile. Mr. Wren was taking care of his employees even after he was gone.

“I’m up for the challenge.” I looked at Bennett, who was clearly pissed off. “May the best woman win.”

He scowled. “You mean man.”

Bennett Fox walked into my life on one hell of a crappy Monday morning.


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This releases on January 21, 2019


I was late for the first day at my new job—a job I’d now have to compete for even though I’d already worked eight years to earn it, because of an unexpected merger. 

While I lugged my belongings up to my new office, a meter maid wrote me a parking summons.

She’d ticketed a long line of cars—except for the Audi parked in front of me, which happened to be the same make and model as mine.

Annoyed, I decided to regift my ticket to the car that had evaded a fine. Chances were, the owner would pay it and be none the wiser.

Except, I accidentally broke the windshield wiper while slipping the ticket onto the car’s window.

Seriously, my day couldn’t get any worse.

Things started to perk up when I ran into a gorgeous man in the elevator. We had one of those brief moments that only happened in movies.

You know the deal…your body lights up, fireworks go off, and the air around you crackles with electricity. 

His heated stare left me flush when I stepped off the elevator. 

Maybe things here wouldn’t be so bad after all. 

Or so I thought.

Until I walked into my new boss’s office and met my competition.

The gorgeous man from the elevator was now my nemesis. His heated stare wasn’t because of any mutual attraction. It was because he’d seen me vandalize his car. And now he couldn’t wait to annihilate his rival. 

There’s a fine line between love and hate—and we shouldn’t cross it. 

We shouldn’t—but straddling that line could be so much fun.



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Vi Keeland is a native New Yorker with three children that occupy most of her free time, which she complains about often, but wouldn't change for the world. She is a bookworm and has been known to read her kindle at stop lights, while styling her hair, cleaning, walking, during sporting events, and frequently while pretending to work. She is a boring attorney by day, and an exciting smut author by night!

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