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Broken Knight review, LJ Shen

4.5 stars.
I really enjoyed this book. I absolutely LOVED knight. He’s a lot different from a lot of heroes you see these days. I loved his softness, his feelings.I flip flopped on Luna. I didn’t get why she was angry with him when she rejected him. I did like her strength though, and liked how she developed.I liked how these two developed together.Story-wise, I thought it kind of went in circles, and was a little too character-driven. At times I wanted to see what else was going on in their lives; classes, football, just to have a bit of a palette cleanser.
Still, this book is intense, it’s raw, it’s pretty great. I highly recommend!

XO cover reveal, Melissa Jane

[image error]Release Date: October 2, 2019Genre: Contemporary Romance StandaloneTropes: Enemies to Lovers, Second Chance, BullyCover Design: Opium House CreativesPhotographer: David WagnerModel: Matyas Nagy

Synopsis
I swear to God, Jacob Lynch, if I ever see your arrogant, smug face again, I’ll ruin your manhood with a swift knee.

You were the glorified football captain, the heartthrob, the most popular boy in school and yet suddenly you vanish leaving all your horrid friends pointing the finger at me, circling like hungry vultures to see if I would break.

They just didn’t know that I already had. Daily. For months I cried for you. You. Broke. Me.

You taunted and tormented me for years until you finally convinced me to fall in love with you. You said, “Nothing can ever tear us apart.”And I believed you.

But you lied.

And then you left.

Without a word, without a touch, without a sound.

You. Just. Left. Right when my world fell to pieces, you lit the match and watched from afar, as what remained went up in flames.

So, if I ever do see your stupidly handsome face again, you’ll be nothing more than the boy I used to know. The boy who broke my heart and crushed my soul all in a single day.

Because Jacob Lynch… I have no more XO’s to give.

No longer yours,

Rosie.

P.S. I hate how much I still love you.
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Excerpt
“Wait!” A wide-eyed Vicki clutches Jacob’s arm. “You two know each other?”Staring into the eyes of my arch-nemesis, I’m first to reply. “Unfortunately, so.”“This shit is just too weird. I mean, here we were just talking about how the bride and groom parties are secretly… hashtag not-so-secretly, planning a pre-wedding orgy, and how you and Jacob are the only ones unattached, and yet you actually know each other.” She claps her hands together in excitement. “So, now, you can both join the orgy.” She laughs hysterically at the out-of-hand orgy joke, completely missing the social cues.“What part of unfortunately did you not understand, Vicki?” But it’s too late, she’s already trotting over to Jase to tell him of her excellent news. I sigh. “What the hell are you doing here, Jacob?”“I could ask you the same thing,” he says in a less accusatory tone.“I’m the maid of honor.”“I’m the best man.”“Well, this is shit!”“Is it?”“Isn’t it?” I grunt in frustration. “I… this… this can’t… Vicki!” I yell across the room, finally earning her attention. Her smile fades, and as she glances between us, she finally realizes there’s history between Jacob and me, and it may not necessarily be a good one. “Vicky, I’m sorry, I have to leave.”She reaches for my hand. “No, don’t go.”“I have to.”“Why? Because of Jacob?”“Yes. No. Yes! I just… I just can’t be in the same room as him.”“Rosie, please don’t go,” she pleads, seeing my distress. She wants to make right whatever she thinks is happening, but she has no clue to the extent of pain that’s been dredged up just by seeing his face.“I have to go.” Grabbing my jacket, I wrap it around my shoulders and head to the door.“Rosie, wait,” Jacob calls, and I know the whole room has stopped what they’re doing to watch the soap opera unfold.Ignoring him, I push through the restaurant door and hit the street, my legs working overtime to get me as far away as possible.“Rosie,” he calls again.“What?” I yell, spinning on my heel to face him. He’s closer than I expect him to be, already practically in my lap. “What the hell can you possibly have to say to me after all this time, Jacob? What, huh?”He goes to answer but unlike me, he appears lost for words, almost as if he’s staring at a ghost. “It’s good to see you,” he finally says, the five words completely catching me off guard.I laugh incredulously while taking a step back ready to put as much distance as possible between Jacob Lynch and me. “Yeah? Well… it’s not good to see you.”
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Despite already emptying my first bottle of wine, I’m still trembling, my stomach twisting into over-zealous boy scout knots. Glaring at the rapidly depleting second bottle, I wish I’d thought ahead and grabbed a third. Swiping the glass off the counter, I resume my pacing, mumbling under my breath at how life can go fuck itself. And Jacob fucking Lynch can go fuck himself while he’s at it.Son of a bitch!Except his mother isn’t a bitch. She’s a fucking angel.Stupid… motherfucker!Nope, that’s even worse.The anger I feel at seeing him again has now morphed into green Hulk mode with the fact that I can’t think of a suitable cuss name to call him while I pace out my rage.“How can you allow this to happen?” I ask the world. “Is this some sort of joke to you? Is this a ‘Hey, we haven’t fucked with Rosie Reign in a while. Sic the Hellhounds, a.k.a. Jacob Lynch, onto her!’ type of bullshit? ‘Cause I’m not interested. Do you hear me?” I yell, looking up at the ceiling like somehow the world is going to deliver me an answer. My high-heel tip snags the corner of the rug, causing me to stumble and lose balance, wine spilling over my hand. “Don’t you start on me,” I warn, slumping onto the couch to remove my suddenly painful stilettos.My cell chimes, so I swipe it off the coffee table and narrow my eyes to view the name, blinking twice to clear the drunken blur.
Vicki: Babe, are you okay?Me: Fine.Vicki: I’m sorry. I just can’t believe you two know each other. Seriously fucking bizarre. Want me to come over?Me: No. Just want this night to be over.Me: Vicki?Vicki: Yeah, babe?Me: I can’t be your maid of honor. I’m sorry.Vicki: Whatever it is, we can sort this out. How badly could this guy have hurt you? All I’m saying is no rash decisions.
How badly?I scowl at the message like it can see me. I take a few more gulps of wine before doing something I haven’t done in almost ten years. I don’t care if it’s not his number anymore. I don’t care if he stopped answering back from this number the day he left town. Scrolling through my contact list, I find his name, my heart pounding at the sight of it.I type the message hoping it will make me feel even the slightest bit better. But when I hit send, the message falls in line with fifteen unanswered others I’d sent ten years ago.I don’t feel any better.I just feel like I’m further infecting a wound.Staring at the message, I sloppily finish the rest of my wine. Instantly, I’m riddled with regret and not just because brunch is scheduled tomorrow and I’m going to have a wicked hangover, but because I wish I could take back what I’ve written. It’s not like he’ll ever see it but putting it out there in the world makes it somewhat real.But those eight words will sit in limbo, a purgatory, just like my heart.
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Brat review and release blitz, Maddison Faye

This was a solid read. Nothing earthshaking, nothing with a lot of fuss, just two hot brothers and the girl they share. It’s a quick, hot read with a little drama but nothing to get too worked up over. The storyline is typical of these types of over the top, instalove books but I didn’t go into it thinking it would be anything different. In all, I did enjoy this book. It’s spicy, it’s cute, it’s a quick read, so give it a go if that’s your thing.

MAgic Man cover reveal, Jamie Schlosser

Title: Magic ManSeries: The Good GuysAuthor: Jamie SchlosserGenre: New Adult Standalone RomanceRelease Date: September 26, 2019Cover Design: Tanya Baikie at More Than Words Graphic Design CASEYI’ve been putting my son first for so long that I’ve forgotten how to be me. Each monotonous day bleeds into the next, and I feel like I’m struggling to keep my head above water.But a kiss at the top of a Ferris wheel with a man I barely know changes that.Jay reminds me that I used to be bold. Vivacious. Funny.Strong.Now if only I could convince him his past mistakes don’t define the man he is today. JAYI can perform over a dozen illusions with a simple sleight of hand, but I can’t make the felony on my record disappear.The last thing I should be doing is hanging around a young single mom and her kid.But Casey doesn’t know that I’ve been watching her. That I want her for myself. That I’m addicted to her dimples, her tenacity, her fierce love for her child.If I was a better man, I’d leave her alone, but she pulls off the biggest magic trick of all time: making me believe I’m a good guy. >> CLICK HERE <<To enter the Goodreads giveaway! Jamie Schlosser writes steamy new adult romance and romantic comedy. When she isn't creating perfect book boyfriends, she's a stay-at-home mom to her two wonderful kids. She believes reading is a great escape, otters are the best animal, and nothing is more satisfying than a happily-ever-after ending. HOSTED BY:

Realm of Knights review and release blitz, Jennifer Anne Davis

I flip flopped on my rating and thoughts for this book.I LOVE the intrigue that’s going on. It’s fun and intriguing and I can’t wait to see what happens.I also love the added complications of the romances, although I’d like to see more of it.My problem with this book is that the events and how they transpire don’t seem to be very sophisticated or mature. The events seem simple and I’d expect a higher degree of difficulty for the tasks Reid is set.I also found some of the language choices to be too modern.Then there’s the underlying social commentary. I’m not a big fan of writers using their own worlds to pass comment on the current state of ours. It comes off as a bit preachy and it’s displayed here to the max, especially in regards to gender relations. I’m a woman, obvs, so I get it but I don’t need it to be thrown in my face in the books I read as an escape. I’m torn with continuing this series. I want to know what happens, but there needs to be a massive development in the writing style for me to fall in love.

Unforgettable blog tour, S. B. Alexander

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He’s a football god.

She’s the daughter of a Texas senator.

Their chemistry is like oil and water.



My name is Ryker James. I hate when people tell me what to do. I’m cocky, ornery, and I take things when I want them. Caring isn’t in my vocabulary unless it’s related to football or my family, and I just lost my entire family in a blink of an eye. Now all I have is football.



The problem is the misery, the drinking, and the parties have more appeal to me. But Lakemont University wants that championship. Fans want to see wins on the scoreboard, and my teammates salivate to crush our opponents every game. The only pass I might be throwing is at the auburn-haired girl who waltzes into my life. She’s fire. I’m ice. A combination that doesn’t work. So let the games begin.





My name is Haven Hale, and I’d been tucked away in a boarding school most of my life. Now I’m a big-time college girl, and all I see is freedom in front of me. But first, I have to agree to my father’s demands—no media attention and no sororities. If I can follow those two edicts, then college life should be a breeze.



Until one close encounter with Ryker James, and Father Dearest has changed the game. Stay away from the big, bad quarterback, or face my father’s wrath. There’s only one problem. I can’t help who I’m attracted to, and Ryker James is a magnet, built to attract any female, constructed to make any girl’s heart sputter, and my heart is beating off the charts. But it’s time to choose between the devil I know and the one I don’t.[image error][image error]



























The doorbell kept ringing as though someone were holding the buzzer down. I was going to kill that person unless it was Coach Chapman. He would turn his hammer on me.

I chuckled out loud. Coach Chapman reminded me of Thor. At least his fists did when he rammed them down hard on a table, trying to elicit my attention or the team’s.

“I need you to leave.” My boner was completely gone now. I walked out of my room without another glance at Blondie.

I navigated the stairs, not in the mood to deal with whoever was standing on my porch. I knew one thing was certain—it couldn’t be the cops. I didn’t have any other close family members who could be dead. However, my aunt Kari was due in from England for the funeral. She’d been calling me nonstop to give me updates about her arrival, which wasn’t for… Hell, I didn’t even know. I’d lost track of days.

As I descended the last step and walked into the foyer, my blood gelled as I scrambled to think whether I’d missed football practice. Maybe that was the reason Lucas wasn’t around. I discarded that thought. For sure, Lucas would’ve dragged my ass out of bed early that morning.

I opened the door swiftly, and a red-haired pixie fell backward onto my bare feet. She was definitely not my aunt Kari.

Red scrambled to stand then swiped her hands down her jean shorts. At the same time, I was blatantly allowing my gaze to roam up and down her petite frame. Her tits were round and perfect. Her tanned legs were toned. Her lips were plump. Mmm. I liked plump lips. But she had no meat on her body.

“May I help you?” I asked. Maybe I can help you get your lips around my dick. At that thought, he jerked in my sweats.

She brushed her fingers through her hair, her eyes going straight to my crotch. “You can start by not sizing me up like I’m your breakfast.”

Tell me not to do something, and I’ll do it.

So once again, my gaze took a road trip over her body, slow and sure. “I haven’t eaten yet. Are you hungry?” I waggled my eyebrows, hoping she would get my underlying meaning.

She pushed past me and stomped into my house like she owned it. “We need to talk.”

The air around her filtered into my nose—lilacs. As if her scent was all I needed, bits and pieces of the night before registered in my murky brain.

Heaven.

“Talk or fuck? Because you were checking me out too,” I said, not that my erection wasn’t evident.

She gave me a cheeky smile. “I don’t do one-night stands.”

I grinned. “It’s daylight. How about a one-day stand?”

The sun poured in through the open door and the windows in the living room and dining room on either side of us as we stood in the foyer.

She shoved her middle finger in the air. “How many fingers do I have up?”

I closed the door and stalked toward her until she was pinned up against the banister. “Be careful, dollface. That gesture means something completely different to me.”

She rolled her green eyes as her chest rose and fell. “You’re an ass. And I’m not dollface.”

I lowered my head until our lips were a half-inch apart. “What would you like to be called, then?”

“Ew, your breath is disgusting.” She flattened her small hands against my bare chest and froze, staring at my pecs.

Not caring about my morning breath, I inhaled her lilac scent, which was doing crazy things to my body.

She worried her bottom lip. “Um. Can you step away?”

“Are you sure you want me to?” Because I want to fuck your brains out.

I didn’t know what in the hot Texas sun was happening. More memories of her on my lap bombarded me. This chick had some kind of juju that jumped off her and into me.

She finally ducked under my arm. “I need you to focus.” She wound her way down the hall and into the kitchen as though she owned the house. “You need a maid and a monstrous fan to blow out the stench in here.”

The only aroma I had in my nostrils was her.

I followed her as a door upstairs opened and closed. “I need a blow job.”

She snorted. “Ask one of the many women you sleep with.”

I didn’t recall her being so feisty when she was sitting on me. But I wasn’t complaining. I dug strong women. I also loved a challenge, and Red was throwing out challenge after challenge.[image error][image error]





















I'm Susan Alexander, and you'll find my books under S.B. Alexander. A little about me. I've been writing since 2012 and started with writing all about vampires. After the second vampire book, I began to branch out in New Adult Romance. I love to read mostly all genres, and I'm always game to try something new. So I tested my hand at writing romantic suspense and just loved it. So you'll find I write in several different sub-genres of romance.


In between writing, I spend time with my soul mate of 20 years who got a bad deal in life. Three years ago he was diagnosed with ALS. It's a horrible disease, but we both have been making the best of life, laughing, smiling, and doing what we can together.


But writing is a great outlet for me to take my mind to another place. Plus, I have a great network of family, friends, fans, and so much more. I truly have an angel on my shoulder. My mantra is make the best of life because it's too darn short.
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Noble Savages boxset cover reveal

Title: Noble Savages BoxsetAuthors: Natalie Bennett ~ Nicole Cypher ~ Esme Devlin ~ Logan Fox ~ Rina Kent Genre: Dark High School Bully RomanceRelease Date: September 26, 2019 Five sexy full-length novels about the bullies we love to hate from dark romance authors holding a degree in bad boys...  Lawless Kingdom by Natalie Bennett: You can never truly know someone. Not even the ones you love. What started as the best summer of Rhiannon Clemonte's life ended with her world being flipped completely upside down. All because she got entangled with Judas Baron, the wicked blue blood who will do whatever it takes to keep her by his side. Vicious Knight by Nicole Cypher: I had one mission: get through senior year. As one of the invisibles, it was supposed to be nothing more than a waiting game. That was, until football quarterback and king of the school, Camden Knight, decided to destroy my credibility, reputation, and ultimately... me. Merciless Knave by Esme Devlin: Traded like the Queen of Diamonds in a game of cards. ‘Til death us do part; that’s what the Knave of Spades promised. If that’s the way it’s got to be, I’m dragging him to hell with me. Brutal Prince by Logan Fox: Everyone bows to the prince. Well, everyone except me. Arrogant, brutal, sexy Prince Briar has made it clear that I’m not welcome at Lavish High, but I’ve got nowhere else to go and I’m not backing down. Guess we’ll see who’s left standing when the dust settles.  Cruel King by Rina Kent: Here, little princess. I'm your king.You have three rules. Bow. Break. Bend the knee.Fight me all you want, but soon enough, you'll be chanting long live the king. ($100.00 Amazon Gift Card) NATALIE BENNETT NICOLE CYPHER ESME DEVLIN LOGAN FOX RINA KENT HOSTED BY:

I hate you blog tour, Ilsa Madden-Mils

I want you . . . even when I hate you. I Hate You, an all-new enemies to lovers sports romance from Wall Street Journal bestselling author Ilsa Madden-Mills, is available now!

Blaze Townsend: I hate you.

Charisma Rossi: I hate you more.

She’s been expecting this ever since their latest showdown. She had good reason.

Hottest guy she’s ever seen.

Former fling.

Dumped her in front of her friends.

At her own party.

So no, she’s not about to forgive and forget just because he sits next to her in class.

He thinks all he has to do is turn on those baby blues, and she’ll melt right back into his arms. Please.She’d be crazy to let this cocky player affect her again. (Tell that to her body.)

Charisma Rossi.

Nerd girl with a dash of bad.

The one who got under his skin.

The one he cut loose.

Blaze knows she’s the riskiest prospect at Waylon University, but none of the interchangeable girls he hooks up with have ever made him feel the way she did. There’s absolutely no way he can have the girl and the game.

So why can’t he stop trying to win her back?

Can this wide receiver score the girl or will he make the biggest fumble of his life

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Excerpt:

“Need some help?” I’m on my tiptoes when the question comes, trying to reach a book on the top shelf in the bookstore at the student center. My heart does a nosedive off a cliff as that familiar gruff voice washes over me, his accent a smooth drawl that’s reminiscent of hot summer nights and slow kisses—kisses we never had…well, except for that one time freshman year. I ignore him and try to grab the book. “You’re too short. Let me,” Blaze says, this time closer, his voice soft. I ease back on my feet and whip around, internally wishing I’d worn something more I hate you and don’t you wish you still had me, but sadly, I’m not in my kickass shoes and itchy dress. Today it’s flat-soled red Converse, black joggers, and a Yankees sweatshirt. I blow at a piece of hair in my face. Shit. Of course, he looks magnificent in a tight long-sleeved black shirt that clings to his broad chest and tapered jeans molded to those leg muscles. His face is unshaven, the darkness on his jawline adding a broody look. Curse him and his hotness. I stare at him a little too long, until I snap out of it. “I don’t need help,” My voice is strangled as I move to brush past him—forget the textbooks—but he reaches out and takes my elbow. “Charisma—” His fingers are a hot brand on my skin—it’s the first time we’ve touched in three months—and I pull away. A tremble starts in my legs. How dare he?It was one thing to see him in a social setting and pretend I was fine, but when we’re face to face without people watching… “Don’t put your hands on me. I’m not your hookup anymore, football player.” His face reddens, and he drops his arms. “I didn’t mean—” he stops, not finishing as he studies my face. I wonder what he sees. You know what he sees, Charisma—someone who wasn’t up to his usual standards. Everything I didn’t say last night rushes out. “Didn’t mean to what? Dump me in the middle of my own sorority’s party in front of all my friends and half of campus? And you know, that’s totally fine. We both knew I wasn’t enough to keep your attention.” His jaw clenches and he frowns, his brow furrowing. “I didn’t plan for things to happen that way.” “How did you want to break up with me? Over candlelight? A text would have worked just fine,” I bite out. The silence builds between us, and he watches me intently, as if trying to figure me out. He starts at my hair and works his way down to my feet, then comes back to my face. Just when I think I might combust from the intensity of his eyes, he looks away. “What?” I cock my hip. “You look like you want to say something.” He taps his hand against his leg. Ice-blue eyes, ones I used to stare into and get butterflies from, glitter down at me. “You just can’t handle that ended things, sweetheart.” “Not your sweetheart.” “Never were.” Shit…shit…my heart feels like an anvil just landed on it, heavy and hard, and I can’t breathe for a second at his words, part of me pissed, the other part devastated. I wanted to be his sweetheart, I did, but he… You’re not my type. “Thanks for the reminder,” I say quietly, my anger folding away piece by piece and slipping into that horrible self-pity I despise. He closes his eyes and scrubs his face with those talented hands, strong and big and capable, skillful with a football. He steps in front of me, much like he did last night, and I tilt my head back to take him in. At my height of five feet, three inches, it’s hard to glare at a guy who towers over you and not look ridiculous, but I manage—until his eyes flicker with lingering emotion. I dart my eyes around the store, searching for a way out, but I’m stuck between him and a bookshelf. “You’re blocking my path.” I focus on his legs. No sexiness there—well, except for the tight muscles under that denim. “This is what I know,” he says in a low voice, ignoring my statement. “You told me we were just messing around. You set all the rules. Isn’t that how you operate? So why does me ending things with you even matter?” “You never asked for more. You could have.” The revealing words fall around us, tinged with hurt, and I want to pull them back. The silence between us crackles, yet I’m aware of other people around us. There are a few girls on another aisle, and I glance over as one of them pulls out her phone. No doubt she’s taking a picture of him. Part of me retreats, anxious she’ll get me in that photo—a girl who clearly doesn’t belong. He doesn’t notice. Everyone knows who he is, and they’re probably wondering why he’s talking to me. “No, I didn’t,” he finally says, the words taut as if pulled from him unwillingly. He taps his leg, his tell that he’s anxious or angry. We weren’t together long, but every moment we spent together, I studied him like a wine connoisseur given a glass of rare cabernet. I know what makes him laugh, usually random things that make no sense. I know that groan he makes deep in this throat when he slides inside me, like he’s home. I know the feel of his hand when he cups my face and stares at me, a hesitant expression on his face— “You can’t even look at me anymore. I wonder why,” he says, his voice a challenge. Steeling myself, I face those baby blues. “You know why. I wish we’d never met up last fall. I wish you’d never flirted with me. I wish I’d never fucked you that first time in the library—” “Same page. Same fucking page, Charisma.” And then he’s walking away, broad shoulders swaying as he stalks down the aisle…

About Ilsa Madden-Mills

Wall Street Journal, New York Times, and USA Today best-selling author Ilsa Madden-Mills is best known for her angsty new adult romances and romantic comedies. Eight of her eleven novels have placed in the Amazon Top 10 Best-seller List: Dirty English #1; Fake Fiancée and I Dare You #2; I Bet You, Filthy English, and Very Bad Things #6; Boyfriend Bargain #8; The Last Guy, her collaboration with Tia Louise, #4. A former high school English teacher, she adores all things Pride and Prejudice, and of course, Mr. Darcy is her ultimate hero. She's addicted to frothy coffee beverages, cheesy magnets, and any book featuring unicorns and sword-wielding females. Feel free to stalk her online. .

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Broken knight blog tour, L. J. Shen

"Everyone needs to read this book. " - Harloe Rae, USA Today bestselling author. Broken Knight, an all new standalone about first loves, betrayal and loss from USA Today bestselling author L.J. Shen, is available now!

Not all love stories are written the same way. Ours had torn chapters, missing paragraphs, and a bittersweet ending.

Luna Rexroth is everyone’s favorite wallflower.

Sweet.

Caring.

Charitable.

Quiet.

Fake.

Underneath the meek, tomboy exterior everyone loves (yet pities) is a girl who knows exactly what, and who, she wants—namely, the boy from the treehouse who taught her how to curse in sign language.

Who taught her how to laugh.

To live.

To love.

Knight Cole is everyone’s favorite football hero.

Gorgeous.

Athletic.

Rugged.

Popular.

Liar.

This daredevil hell-raiser could knock you up with his gaze alone, but he only has eyes for the girl across the street: Luna.

But Luna is not who she used to be. She doesn’t need his protection anymore.

When life throws a curveball at All Saints’ golden boy, he’s forced to realize not all knights are heroes.

Sometimes, the greatest love stories flourish in tragedy.

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Excerpt:

Right now I wanted to just be here in silence with my best friend. And somehow, I don’t know how, but Luna sensed it. So we sat there for what felt like two hours but was probably a lot less, until I opened my eyes again. Her eyes were closed, too. I watched her for a while.

When she opened her eyes, it felt like she took something away from me.

“Let’s jump,” she said.

“I’m quite fond of my limbs, Moonshine.”

“Stop being such a big baby.”

“Big, quarterback baby who just finished a football season in one piece and would like to keep all his body parts intact.”

She crawled out of the treehouse and settled on the branch. It was thick, but I doubted it could carry my muscular ass for more than a few seconds before snapping. I rolled my eyes and settled next to her. She slipped her hand in mine.

“Three, two, one.”

It was a short, sweet way down.

About LJ Shen

L.J. Shen is a USA Today, Washington Post and Amazon #1 Best-selling author of contemporary, New Adult and YA romance. Her books have been sold to nineteen different countries.

She lives in California with her husband, son, cat and eccentric fashion choices, and enjoys good wine, bad reality TV shows and catching sun rays with her lazy cat.

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Cruel Prince blog tour, A. Jade

4.5 stars.
I really enjoyed this book. I love bully romances and this was a pretty good one.I did think there was a few story issues though, and this accounts for the half a star.At times I thought Dylan was a bit naive and I don’t understand why she struck up a friendship with Tommy, especially given their history.I also felt that Jace got over his feelings too easily. I wanted to see a definitive moment where he decided to let go.And at the end I think things were wrapped up too easily.I did love Oakley, Sawyer, and Cole. I know Oakley doesn’t get a book, but I think he really needs one.
This isn’t a massively bully-ish book, but it does still fit that category, so if they’re not for you, I’d give it a miss. On the other hand, if they are your thing, don’t expect this to be over the top. I’d still recommend it though!