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Book Review: Cleat Chaser

Cleat Chaser
by Celia Aaron and Sloane Howell 

Kyrie Kent hates baseball. She hates players even more. When her best friend drags her to a Ravens game, she spends the innings reading a book… Until she gets a glimpse of the closer—a pitcher who draws her like a magnet. Fighting her attraction to Easton Holliday is easy. All she has to do is keep her distance, avoid the ballpark, and keep her head down. At least, all that would have worked, but Easton doesn’t intend to let Kyrie walk so easily. When another player vies for Kyrie’s attention, Easton will swing for the fences. But will Kyrie strike him out or let him steal home?
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Baseball romance stories always spark my interest so I felt excited to read Cleat Chaser by Celia Aaron and Sloane Howell. This book is light, sexy, and fun from start to finish, perfect for a lazy, reading day. Told from the dual 1st person points of view of both hero and heroine, the story flows easily and reads quite fast. Aaron and Howell's writing a great combination of witty and sexy.

Kyrie Kent follows a once bitten, twice shy mantra in her life. Burned once by a ball player her cleat chasing days are way behind her. Easton Holliday after many unsuccessful romps with cleat chasers finds something in Kyrie he's been missing. It's insta-attraction between the two and not without a little meddling and pushing from their dating friends.

I dug the baseball references a lot as they were plentiful really enhancing the sports romance. I loved Kyrie's attitude and Easton's charisma. Together their banter was entertaining and the cat and mouse that ensues from their attraction was fun. Both characters have their work cut out with the other but each makes it work. There were many times in the beginning I found myself smiling at Kyrie's disinterest, it made her more intriguing as a heroine. Their friends enthusiasm was contagious for me as the reader adding good tension release and funny anecdotes to the story. And Easton's sister, well she comes on really strong adding crude charm to the story in an oddly comforting and intriguing way.

There were a few eye-rolling moments for me when Easton said or did something I felt no man would do and a couple of times I wanted to shake Kyrie for making unjust assumptions based on her past or contradicting herself within the same page. Their attraction went from lust to love really fast for me I would have liked to see a little more development in their relationship.

However, overall, this likable story is a light, sexy romance with abundant humor. There's no shortage of hot, sexy times between Easton and Kyrie and really the secondary characters too. I recommend for sports romance lovers who want a quick, dirty, fun ride on the baseball wild side.

Cover Reveal: Beautiful

Debut author Ella Bordeaux brings you a very heartwarming and emotional first book in her new YA series.BEAUTIFUL releases on June 7, 2016

Skylar Woods unknowingly drew Wyatt Smith toward her. He wanted … needed to learn everything about her. Though he sensed her beauty was more than just skin deep, Wyatt struggled to understand the sadness she attempted to mask with an amazing smile.When Skylar’s eyes met Wyatt’s for the first time, her breath caught and she couldn’t look away from the new guy standing in the school office smiling at her. The connection only grew when Wyatt sat next to her in English class, allowing Skylar to dare to believe he might actually be interested in getting to know her.For the first time in months, she felt alive.The moment Wyatt expressed an interest, the notes started again … the ones that reminded her of a past she could never move beyond—the event that changed her life forever and robbed her of any chance of happiness.Never believing the rumors being spread around school about Skylar, Wyatt made sure he went out of his way to prove how much he cared about her.But when the past resurfaces, will Wyatt stand by her side? Or will he turn against her like everyone else?ADD TO GOODREADS





ABOUT ELLA BORDEAUX:Writing young adult fiction under the pen name of Ella Bordeaux, Kelly Elliott is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling contemporary romance author.Finding her way back to one of her favorite genres, Ella will be publishing her first young adult fiction book, Beautiful, June 7, 2016.Ella lives in central Texas with her husband, daughter and two puppies. When she’s not writing, she enjoys reading and spending time with her family.WEBSITE | FACEBOOK

Release Blitz and Giveaway: Rock

Rock
J.A. Huss
Publication date: March 7th 2016
Genres: Rock Star Romantic Suspense

He had it all. He lost it all. And all he wants now is a second chance.
RK Saber ran from tragedy five years ago when his car went over the side of a mountain in a prom-night crash. Consumed by guilt, he walked away from Juilliard and morphed into Rock, front man for the global rock-band sensation, Son of a Jack. Five members. Five best friends. Five rising stars burning so bright, they had to know it couldn’t last.
When tragedy strikes again and the band goes from five to two, RK is sentenced to… home. Back to the place where all his nightmares started. Back to the memory of all the things he lost. Back to the reality he refused to face before he left.
The Vetti twins were identical in all ways but two. Melanie was insane and Melissa was not. One twin was killed on prom night five years ago and one twin was not. And now that RK has returned home, the twin left standing has quite a story to tell. Could she really be the girl he thought he’d lost forever? Or is Melanie just up to her same old tricks?
ROCK is a rock-star romantic suspense by the New York Times bestselling master of twist, JA Huss.

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EXCERPT:“We’re not done, Melissa Vetti.”
“Not even close,” she says, winking at me as she pulls the door open to a waiting Gretchen.
“Oh, my God, you guys are disgusting. Who has sex in a break room?”
Missy giggles, then grabs my arm as if to cling to me. Her grin is wild and wide, her eyes are dancing as they look up at me, and when she leans into me, resting her head on my shoulder for a brief moment, just as I open the back passenger door to Gretchen’s stupid hybrid car, I sigh.
It’s long and deep. But everything about it is good.
“Get in,” I tell Missy. She does, searching for her seatbelt as I close the door and walk over to the other side.
“You’re not sitting in back, RK,” Gretchen says.
“The fuck I’m not,” I mumble, getting in next to Missy. Her hands are all over me as Gretchen huffs about not being a chauffeur and some other bullshit that I can’t be bothered to listen to.
I put my arm around Miss and she leans into my chest. One hand tucked behind my back, one lifting my shirt up, a fraction at a time. And even though I just came inside her five minutes ago, I’m ready for more.
Gretchen talks the entire ride but I don’t understand a word she says. Melissa’s mouth is on mine, then biting my shoulder, then she’s scooting back and lowering her face to my stomach, still lifting my shirt up with that one hand.
When Gretchen stops in my driveway, Missy and I give off half-hearted waves as I push her up against the front door and stare down into her blue eyes. “You know what?” I slur the words just a little.
“What?” She laughs back.
I have so many thoughts in my head at the moment. About her, her music, the bar, this town. What it felt like to come home after five years. How alone I felt. What it felt like to go to her show tonight. To be included. Part of something again.
“I missed you,” I say.
“I missed you too.”
“No,” I say. “I mean I missed you.” I place my hands on each of her cheeks and bump my forehead against hers. “I missed how you started that band. I missed how you worked out those songs. I missed all the mistakes, and all the triumphs. I missed the stressing out over money. I missed the conversation you had to have with Teej to get a spot. I missed picking out the guitar you play, the strap, the picks. I missed you making a decision about what you’d wear on stage. I missed you squealing to whoever is your best friend these days about your first show. I missed the applause, I missed TJ’s proud face afterward, I missed the first blown amp, the first time someone said, Hey, are you the chick who plays at Float’s? I missed everything, Melissa Vetti, rock star. And I’m so fucking sorry. Because life would’ve been so much better if we’d done it together.”
She pouts her lips and nods her head. I can see a little gleam of light in her eyes as she tries not to cry. “I missed your life too.”
“Yeah,” I whisper. “It just would’ve been so much better if we’d done it together.”
She looks up at me and smiles. “We’re together now, RK. And that’s all that matters.”

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JA Huss is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of more than twenty romances. She likes stories about family, loyalty, and extraordinary characters who struggle with basic human emotions while dealing with bigger than life problems. JA loves writing heroes who make you swoon, heroines who makes you jealous, and the perfect Happily Ever After ending.
You can chat with her on Facebook (www.facebook.com/AuthorJAHuss), Twitter (@jahuss), and her kick-ass romance blog, New Adult Addiction (www.newadultaddiction.com).
If you're interested in getting your hands on an advanced release copy of her upcoming books, sneak peek teasers, or information on her upcoming personal appearances, you can join her newsletter list (http://eepurl.com/JVhAr) and get those details delivered right to your inbox.
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Blog Tour: Elastic Heart

Title: Elastic Heart
Author: Mary Catherine Gebhard
Release Date: Feb 25, 2016
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What do you do when the man who raped you has the entire police force in his pocket? When you’re called a slut, a whore, and a liar? You get your own justice.

My name is Nami DeGrace, and six months ago I was a normal college student. I was volunteering on the campaign of a man I believed in, a man I thought to be good and noble. Then one night that man forced himself on me and everything changed.

The media reviled me. The police didn’t believe me. My friends abandoned me. I dropped out of college and only have one mission in life: make him pay. That is, until Nick Law came in to my life.

Indomitable, infuriating, and irresistible, Law is complicating things.


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Law gripped the back of my neck and pulled me into him. It wasn’t a kiss—it was a merging. I didn’t just taste the power, I felt the cutting intensity throughout my body. I responded instantly, wrapping my arms around his neck and moaning into his mouth. Law stopped and undid my hands from his neck. I opened my eyes, confused.

“Can’t have you waking everyone up,” Law said, grinning. “Be good and you’ll be rewarded.” I wanted to rebel at that. I nearly slapped him across the face. Yet deep inside, his words made me glow. I dropped my arms to my sides and waited for instructions.

Law traced a finger from my cheek down to my collarbone and carefully brushed aside my cotton shirt. I shivered as my shoulder became exposed. Bending down, he placed a light kiss on the tip of my shoulder. I bit my lip to keep from whimpering.

“Good girl,” Law murmured against my skin. It took all my willpower not to grip Law by his powerful shoulders. I didn’t want him to stop, though, so that meant playing by his rules. I kept my hands next to my sides because that meant Law would continue kissing me.

Law placed a hand on my stomach and I gasped.

“Shh…” Using his other thumb, Law tugged my bottom lip. “You have a beautiful mouth, Dandelion. Don’t let it get us in trouble.” I was speechless, or at least I thought I was. My thoughts got jumbled up with his hands on my mouth and my stomach.

Then he did something amazing.

Something reckless.


He slid his hand from my stomach and beneath my jeans.







Mary Catherine Gebhard bites off more than she can chew and sometimes calls herself Eva Natsumi. She's lived in Salt Lake City, Utah her entire life, but occasionally goes on vacation from reality. Don't worry, she sends postcards.

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Release Blitz: Remembering Phoenix

Title: Remembering Phoenix
Author: Randa Lynn
Release Date: March 14, 2016
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Life gives, and life takes away.

Charlie McGee knows all too well just how much truth that statement holds.

She was drowning, wasting away from guilt and sadness.

But when she meets Slayter Beck, he becomes the only calm in her ever-present storm.


He's her light in the darkness. An angel in the midst of her demons.

All she wants to do is remember, and when the weight of that burden becomes too much, she tries giving up. But he won't let her.

He vows to help her remember.

Remember Phoenix.



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CHAPTER 1

CHARLIE

OCTOBER 15, 2013

I don’t know why people say life is funny. It’s not.

Life is cancer. Just when you think it’s all smooth sailing, it ruins you.

I strum my fingers along to the beat of the music as I take the last gulp of my beer. It’s a song full of color, and cheer, and happy. And I hate it.

I was happy once, with a life I’d do anything to keep… I think.

I imagine I used to wake up in the mornings and make chocolate chip pancakes and pour a glass of orange juice without the pulp. I hate pulp in my orange juice with its thick, chunky texture. It makes me gag. I bet Phoenix hated it, too. But what do I know?

Nothing.

I know nothing because that is all I remember—nothing.

Annoyed, I stop strumming my fingers. I hate everyone dancing to the happy song with their smiling faces and laugh lines around their eyes.

I hate the beams of light shooting from wall to wall, all bright and colorful like it’s Christmas time.

I hate everything today.

Everything.

Two years ago today was the day everything changed for me.

The day everything was taken from me.

I wave to the bartender, needing alcohol to help blur my heartache. “What can I get you?” he asks. I look up at his extremely tall, extremely skinny, frame. His rectangular glasses sit atop his overly large nose.

I know a nose never stops growing. I know eyes always remain the same size throughout life. I could tell you what the square root of a number is without a second thought, but I couldn’t tell you what I did for my twenty-third birthday, or any birthday before that, for that matter. I couldn’t tell you my worst fear growing up, or what it felt like when I fell in love for the first time.

I couldn’t tell you anything, because I don’t know the answers to any of that. Life took those simple pleasures from me.

I jump as a hand brushes my arm, startling me from my reverie. “Ma’am? What can I get you?” the big-nosed bartender repeats.

“Oh. I’m sorry. I’ll have two shots of whatever is good and strong. Lay it on me,” I answer as he walks down to grab some shot glasses.

Within seconds he’s back at my side. “Tab, or you tapping out for the night?”

I grab the cash out of my clutch and count it. Shit. I’m twenty shorter than I thought.  I sigh. “I’ll tap out. I don’t have my—“

A hand reaches across me, halting me mid-sentence, and grabs both of my shots. Dumbfounded, my eyes follow, watching as a guy downs them one after the other. “Excuse me?” I bark, shoving his arm.

He tosses a hundred dollar bill at me before looking at the bartender. “Get her whatever that was I just downed, plus me two more. I’ll pay for all of them.”

Rolling my eyes at his audacity, I grab the money and hand it to Big-Nose. “He’ll also pay my tab off.” I turn to the rude, arrogant prick who jacked my alcohol. “Thanks, asshole.”

A smug, pained grin hints on his face as he sits down on the barstool next to me. He shrugs his jacket off and hangs it on the hook underneath the lip of the bar. He runs his fingers through his golden brown hair, disheveling it more than it already was, before rubbing the slight stubble peppering his jawline. If I wasn’t pissed off at everything, including him, I would find him attractive.

If being the operative word here.

The shots magically appear in front of me. Making sure my drinks don’t get stolen again, I quickly grab them both, downing them one after the other. The burn of the alcohol makes its way down my throat. It numbs me, but only for a second. God knows it won’t numb me forever. I’ve tried.

“That good?” the guy beside me asks smugly.

I cut my eyes in his direction and flip him off. He grins. He grins, and laugh lines appear at the corners of his eyes. I automatically hate him.

Laugh lines mean happiness.

My mouth snaps in a straight line. Bitterness boils inside of me because he has laugh lines, meaning he has reasons to smile in this world. Or maybe I’m bitter because there is nobody in my world to make me smile. At least no one I can remember.

“Sorry I stole your shots. I really needed them. Bad day,” he confesses, before throwing a shot back. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. “I’m Slayter, by the way.”

I scoff. “Bad day, Slayter?” I spit his name out of my mouth like it’s vinegar on my tongue. “I’m sure it’s just been awful. Your girlfriend having her monthly visit so you can’t get any for a few days?”

His stone gray eyes delve into me, like they’re trying to read me, trying to know me. Oh, the irony of it all.

“I wish,” he clips. “My fiancée left a month ago, taking my daughter with her. Only for me to find out today via paternity test, she wasn’t my daughter at all. So now I’m without a fiancée, which I can handle, and I’m without the little girl I raised for nine months, which I can’t.” He shakes his head, lost in thought. I feel bad for the guy, almost enough to not hate him.

I don’t have any clue what to tell him. “Yep. Sucks a little worse than what I was imagining,” I spit out, sounding every bit as sincere as I feel, which is not at all.

His eyebrows scrunch together as he looks at me, tapping his fingers on his chin. “Yeah.” He sighs. “Only being able to live with her memory, and not her, for the rest of my life, is going to fucking kill me.”

I roll my eyes, unable to stand his pity-party of one any longer. “Yeah,” I sneer. “I’d also imagine living with no memory at all for the rest of your life sucks, too. But you wouldn’t know, would you?”

I slam my hands on the bar as I get up from the stool, kicking it back with all my might. The metal legs screech along the dirty, concrete floor before it topples over. I knew coming to this place was a bad idea. It’s been two years today, and my emotions are everywhere. Every little thing is pissing me off.

I went to bed last night with his picture clung to my chest, praying, hoping, wishing today would be the day I would wake up and remember. Remember everything, good and bad. At this point, I don’t care what it is I remember, as long as I have something to grasp on to. I just want something to be able to tell me, “Charlie, this is who you were when you were you. This is what your life consisted of.” But no, I woke up this morning with a memory as blank as the day I woke up from my coma.

With tears in my eyes, I storm out of the bar. The cool October breeze nips at my face, chilling me. Leaning against the black brick wall, I grab the photo out of my jacket pocket. It’s worn, torn on the edges from constantly being carried around. Even though it breaks my heart, I can’t help but to look at it every single time I feel like the weight of the world is suffocating me.

I rub the pad of my thumb over the photo, closing my eyes, hoping this will be the last day I have to live with this black hole of pain in my chest. A tear trickles down my cheek as the pain completely consumes me. The pain of loss, of emptiness. The pain of not remembering the absolute largest part of who I am.

Or who I was.


“Phoenix,” I whisper, “please help me remember.”





Randa Lynn is an avid reader and lover of all things romance. She has sketched stories since she could write, and decided to finally pursue her dream in crafting real words from fictional lives.

She lives in Louisiana with her husband, five children, two dogs, and obese cat. In her spare time, she loves watching her favorite movies, find recipes—that she’ll never cook—on Pinterest, and find GIF’s that fit any occasion.

Her favorite things in life are her children and husband, spending weekends at the baseball/softball diamonds, and reading, of course.

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Book Blitz: The Letting

The Lettingby Cathrine Goldstein Release Date: 12/15/14335 pages
Summary from Goodreads:What if the Devil doesn’t know he’s the Devil?

This is the question Veronica “Ronnie” Billings poses to Phoenix, her sworn enemy, the leader of the Peaceful Revolution, and the one she loves.

Kidnapped by Phoenix’s rebels, Ronnie learns how wrong she has been. She had no idea that her patriotism was wasted on a corrupt government. Ronnie was proud to be a Leader; taking hundreds of harvested girls to the Letting facility. After all, she was saving them from future Couplings and bringing them to the safety of the New World. Or so she thought…

Confused, Ronnie realizes the only way to discover the truth is to trust her heart. Together, Phoenix and Ronnie devise a plan to stop their corrupt government and preempt the dangerous rebel coup which is approaching. But when their plan goes awry, will Ronnie be strong enough to save Phoenix, her country, and herself?



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EXCERPT:"What if the Devil doesn't know he's the Devil?" I ask. Phoenix shakes his head, confused. "What?" "Why? Why does the bad I've done have to define me?" "Because you're a murdering sadist," he snaps back at me. "No, I am not." I clench my teeth, standing my ground. I am
tired of these labels I am suddenly wearing. "I never, I mean never knew
what happened to those girls I led to the Lettings. I am so very sorry I played
any role in this vile enterprise in which we exist, but I was clueless. Maybe
I'm ignorant, or downright stupid, but I would rather have been dead than be
responsible for hurting anyone. And before you go throwing malicious names
around, maybe it's time you consider maybe you're wrong...? What if you
kidnapped and tortured me in the name of a revolution that is wrong?" "It's not," he argues. "But I didn't think I was wrong, either." I am exasperated.
"Don't you get it?" He takes a step back away from me, but I go on. "We are completely turned around. The only information we're fed
is from a corrupt enterprise. What makes you think your information is any more
accurate than mine?" For the first time ever, he looks terrified. I let a moment go by
before I gesture for Raven to come over, and she hurries to my side.

 "This is Raven," I say, slowly, talking to Phoenix.
"She's your sister."

About the Author
Given my love for cities and all that is gritty, my new obsession with trees really has me stumped. (Sorry.) Maybe it's because trees are the inspiration behind my new YA/NA novel, THE LETTING.
Whatever the reason for my new infatuation, some things remain constant -- like my love for: coffee (although sadly, it's now decaf); yoga; Luna bars (I am petitioning for them to bring back Chocolate Raspberry!); running in my neighborhood; Hemingway; Bukowski... and, above all, my husband and my girls.
I am the author of the bestselling novel, Sleeping With Mortals: The Story of a New York Mistress, and I'm also a playwright. I have my B.A. in English and my M.A. in Theatre. 

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Giveaway Blitz: Jackson's Trust

About JACKSON'S TRUSTNew York Times bestselling author Violet Duke kicks off her sizzling-hot new Fourth Down series with a friends-to-lovers romance between a no-strings-attached sports analyst and the hottest damn tomboy he’s ever met.It’s no secret that sports analyst Jackson Gray doesn’t do relationships. What is a secret, however, is the reason why. Jackson’s life is . . . complicated. And it doesn’t help that his current hands-off “friendship” is with the cute-as-hell new sideline reporter he’s assigned to train. Turns out, not only is the woman damn sweet, she also knows as much about football as he does. Like it or not though, Jackson has to remind himself that sex is the only thing he has to offer . . . until now.

Leila Hart’s fast-growing friendship with Jackson is something she’d never risk, no matter how unbelievably seductive the reward. Becoming an NFL sportscaster has always been the goal, and thanks to Jackson’s fierce support and mentoring, it all finally seems within reach. Problem is, a girl can only take so much of that sexy-as-sin voice whispering dirty, filthy football stats in her ear before she loses all self-control. A workplace romance with Jackson is a disaster waiting to happen, especially for someone with big dreams . . . and secrets of her own.

Advance praise for Jackson’s Trust

“I totally love this hotter side of Violet Duke. You still get the same sweet, emotional story but with a little bit of extra sizzle. Jackson’s Trust is a must-read novel.”—New York Times bestselling author Sawyer Bennett

“A delightfully fresh read . . . Violet Duke delivers it all in Jackson’s Trust!”—New York Timesbestselling author Jen McLaughlin

“Violet Duke’s writing jumps off the page and grabs you from the first sentence. You will loveJackson’s Trust.”—New York Times bestselling author Bella Andre

“Jackson’s Trust is hot, sweet, and filled with tender moments. Violet Duke writes heroes who make me swoon!”—New York Times bestselling author Kendall Ryan
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About Violet DukeNEW YORK TIMES & USA TODAY bestselling author Violet Duke is a former professor of English Education ecstatic to now be on the other side of the page writing wickedly fun contemporary romances filled with strong, unique heroines and memorably romantic heroes. With just under a million books sold to date, since becoming an author in 2013, Violet has appeared on the USA Today bestseller list thirteen times and the NYT bestseller list three times, with the additional honor of charting in the Top 10 across the major eretailers both in the U.S. and internationally. Her fans, who she just adores to pieces, affectionately call her books sweet & sexy 'laugh & cry' love stories.When she's not feeding her book-a-day reading addiction, Violet enjoys tackling reno projects with her power tools, trying pretty much anything without reading the directions first, and cooking impossible-to-be-duplicated 'special edition' dishes that laugh in the face of recipes. A born and raised island girl, she spends her days in Hawai'i chasing after her two cute kids (daughter Violet & son Duke) and similarly adorable husband (their ringleader).
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Blog Tour: Eyes Open

Title: Eyes Open (Finding Home #2)

Author: Rachel Caid

Release Date: March 1, 2016

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Keep them shut.

Block out the pain.

No one sees the truth.

Until him.

He wants too much.

He wants it all.

He wants me to live with my

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“Craig, this is Travis, my date. Travis,” I answer while turning to face my guest, “this is Craig. He’s a friend of my brother’s.” Out of the corner of my eye I see Craig flinch at the description, but he recovers quickly. Looking back and forth between Travis and me, Craig takes a moment before speaking.

“I thought we were friends, too, Christine.” Unable to control my reaction, the sting of Craig’s words causes me to flinch.

He’s right, we are supposed to be friends, but I’m not in a “friendly” mood. I’m still licking my wounds from his rejection. Months ago we had agreed to stop pursuing anything more than friendship when Craig kept beating his head against my carefully built wall. The arguing had escalated quickly; after only knowing each other a few weeks we started to spend most of our time together fighting. I had hoped for the fairy-tale beginning to a beautiful romantic movie. Instead, our story seemed more likely to end up on some seedy afternoon talk show.






Healing (Finding Home #1) – Released Aug 14, 2015

After a devastating loss, Anna Johnston has finally gotten the pieces of her life to fit back together and has created a comfortable pattern for her and her son, Roman. Trying to protect both of their hearts, Anna has given up on dating accepting that she will never completely heal from losing Roman's father.



Noah Evans just got out of a relationship based on lies and isn’t looking for anything permanent. New to town, he and his friend and business partner are focused on finishing their new remodel and making money. One boys’ night out introduces him to Anna and all of that changes. Noah wants something real; a place to call home.

He might be pushy, but Noah is determined to get what he wants. Just as Anna and Noah start to come together, someone from the past comes back to cause trouble.



Can Noah convince Anna to take a chance on him and break free from the pain of her memories? Will Anna look past what she cannot change to see a future that includes Noah?



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Hi! I’m Rachel, and I am a lover of all books romance!



While my books are contemporary romances, my favorite genres are paranormal romance and suspense romance. Maybe one day I will have the courage to try those :)



I am a mother to two amazing boys, wife to my best friend, and herder of two dogs and three kitties. We live in rural Missouri and absolutely love being outdoors, tending to the acreage we built our home on.



I am also a complete coffee-addict, with no plans for rehab or any sort. So give me a good book, a pot of coffee and call me a happy girl!

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Book Review: Crush

Crush
by Eve Ainsworth

The dark and compelling tale of an abusive teen relationship, told from the perspective of the victim, fourteen-year-old Anna.









Lori's thoughts: Purchased copy for read and review.
I read a really great review for this book and had to read it. Good thing I read the review, because truthfully... I never would have bought it based on the useless 1 sentence description shown on Amazon and Goodreads. Really? That's the best you could come up with?!

I did like the book, I had a hard time liking Anna, but that's okay. I didn't necessarily have to like her to feel sorry for her. She had a low self-esteem. She was bitter and hurt over her mother's leaving them. It was easy for her to fall into an abusive relationship with Will. Attractive, popular, controlling, nuts-o Will. I wanted to like the book better than I did, and wound up giving it a four heart rating because it did keep my interest piqued to the end, and it was a page turner. There were just so many more things that the author could have done with this story. And while we knew all along from the beginning where the story was headed, I feel like it was predictable and not very well thought out. Yes, it was good. Yes, there is a message here. I just wish there would have been more to the story.

Release Blitz: Lines We Forget

Title: Lines We Forget
Author: J.E. Warren
Release Date: March 8, 2016
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Love never comes easy, especially to those who aren’t prepared for it…
Twenty-four-year-old musician Charlie Stone has always played the classics. It’s just another day of playing the same old songs when he notices her—Anna Garrett, a beauty with cold-bitten, rosy cheeks and a coffee cup clutched in her hands.
Five songs later, and she’s still standing there. He vows to steal her heart the only way he knows how—through the power of music.
In the heart of London, chance encounters are few and far between, but a warm melody can bring people together…
New day, same old disappointments. Anna Garrett believes her luck at finding love has stalled before it’s even started when she’s stood up for a second date with a friend of her housemate.

But when she sees a handsome musician playing his heart out, everything changes. Memories come flooding back. As she listens to the music, Anna realises she must take matters of love and luck into her own hands.
When opposites attract, sparks fly…
After a series of wonderful, unconventional dates, feisty Anna and hopeless romantic Charlie declare their love for each other. But their newfound bond is rocked to its core by a New Year’s Eve party gone awry that threatens to throw them off course.
Finally, a bright future appears to be within their grasp. But when Anna’s world fractures and distance comes between them, the real work begins.
Will their love go on in perfect harmony, or become another old song full of Lines We Forget?


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J.E.Warren currently resides in a somewhat sleepy seaside town, and is a British Romance/YA writer who has a long standing love for milky tea, travel, shaggy haired 90’s band Hanson, and small dogs.
She enjoys writing and bringing to life realistic and relatable characters, especially strong, sharp and savvy females who aren’t afraid to speak their mind.
Music has always played a big part in her life – from noisy rock to reggae, folk to pop punk and everything else in between. And is a constant source of inspiration when writing, especially when plotting new ways to steal reader’s hearts, or make them swoon (usually with the help of guitar playing heartthrobs.)
When she’s not writing, J.E likes to curate perfect playlists – of which she has many, and catch up on her favourite shows (again too many), though you can be certain to find Buffy The Vampire Slayer on heavy rotation.
“Life is too short so love the one you got.” – Sublime

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