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Piper Mackenzie first sees him shirtless, standing in fro...

Piper Mackenzie first sees him shirtless, standing in front of the military plane she was about to board, with one rather large wrench in his hand. The fact that he has the plane—the one that she’s about to be flying on for hours—in pieces only minutes before she’s set to take off on it doesn’t faze her. At least not until a flippant joke about dying in mid-air leaves his lips.
The second time she sees him, he’s helping her from the wreckage of her car. The wreckage that he helped cause.
The third, he’s laying across from her in the same bed, and there’s no denying what happened the night before.
The fourth, well that time would be the first of many. Being Mrs. Jonah Crew has a nice ring to it, doesn’t it?*****
Jonah Crew saw her for the first time as she stared at him in awe. It was snowing, the temp was in the negative degrees, and he couldn’t think about anything but her and the look of horror on her face when he tells a badly-timed joke.
The second time he sees her, his heart skips a beat, but not for the reason that one might think. Mainly, it’s due in part to the fact that his truck smashed into her car so hard that his chest hits the steering wheel and his heart decides to stop working right.
The third time, he’s fairly positive that he’s died and gone to heaven. At least, that’s what waking up next to a beautiful woman like her signifies, right?
The fourth? Well, he’s not quite sure how he got there, but he’s already said ‘I do’ so what’s a guy to do?

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Lani Lynn Vale is a USA Today Bestselling Author of over thirty titles. She is married with three children, two dogs, two cats, a donkey, and a couple (a couple also meaning over twenty) chickens.

When she’s not writing, you can find her curled up in her favorite chair reading.

Lani is married with three children and lives in the Great State of Texas.
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Title: Love, AgainAuthor: L.P. DoverGenre: Contemporary 2...

Title: Love, AgainAuthor: L.P. DoverGenre: Contemporary 2nd Chance RomanceRelease Date: April 9, 2019 Sometimes all you need is a second chance ...  Aubrey Reynolds is a small-town girl who’s made it big.  A successful Hollywood director, Aubrey doesn’t have time to linger on what could have been. But when a routine blood test comes back with a false positive, she decides to take some time off to do the things she’s always wanted to do: taste the famous chocolate chip cookies at the Minnesota State Fair, hike the Grand Teton National Park, scuba dive in the Caribbean.  But after Aubrey admits to herself what she’s really missing, she heads back home to Dusty Valley, Oklahoma . . . and the man she left behind. Cole Haywood is a small-town fireman and that’s just fine with him.  Sure, when the love of his life left their hometown to chase her dreams he was heartbroken and—he’ll admit—damn mad. But Cole would have never forgiven himself if he had held Aubrey back from success.  So the last thing he expects after all these years is to walk into his favorite bar one night and find the girl he’s always loved—there—looking for him.  Maybe now’s the time to make his dreams come true.
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We pulled up to Tornado Alley bar, and Cole’s truck was there along with a dozen others. “Are you sure this is a good idea?” I asked, glancing around at all the cars. “There’s a lot of people here.”
Bennett parked his truck and pulled out the key. “Yep. A lot of our high school buddies will be in there. They’ll be excited to see the famous movie director, Aubrey Reynolds.” He winked, and it gave me hope. If I could get him on my side, I had to believe I could convince Cole too. He reached over and opened my door. “If you don’t want to go in there with everyone, I’ll bring him out.”
Hands shaking, I nodded as my whole body started to tremble with nerves. “That sounds better. I don’t want to go in there just yet.”
Bennett sighed. “All right. I’ll bring him out.”
He got out of the truck and disappeared inside. Slowly, I exited the truck and walked toward the steps. My legs felt so heavy I doubted I could even climb up them. This was it. It was the moment I’d been dreading, yet looking forward to. I’d dreamed about the time I’d see Cole again, face to face. I already knew it wouldn’t be an easy meeting, especially considering how Bennett’s first encounter with me was.
Everything moved in slow motion as I waited for Cole to come outside. I stood at the bottom of the steps, feeling more vulnerable with each passing second. What if he saw me and then turned right back around? Getting him to hear me out wasn’t going to be easy.
“Oh my God, I can’t do this.” Heart racing out of control, I dashed to the side of the building. I peeked my head around the corner just as the door opened and Cole stepped out. I flattened myself against the wall so he couldn’t see me, and I was almost certain he’d hear me hyperventilating.
“What exactly did you want me to see?” Cole asked, laughing at Bennett. It was clear he’d had a couple of drinks already. “There’s nothing out here.” Hearing his voice brought up all sorts of emotions inside me. I’d missed him so much.
Bennett huffed, most likely thinking I ran off. “Never mind, brother. My mistake.”
Cole chuckled. “Come on, I’ll buy you a drink.”
I jumped out from beside the building, and Bennett stopped. “Wait,” I called out. Cole had his back to me, but he froze and turned around slowly. The second our eyes locked, nothing else existed. It was what I’d secretly hoped for. He might hate me, but there was no denying the bond we had. I felt the spark between us even now.
New York Times and USA Today bestselling author L. P. Dover is a southern belle living in North Carolina with her husband and two beautiful girls. Before she began her literary journey she worked in periodontics, enjoying the wonderment of dental surgeries. She loves to write, but she also loves to play golf, go on mountain hikes, and has a passion for singing. Her youngest daughter, who she’s also written a children’s book with, expects a concert each and every night before bedtime, usually Christmas carols. Dover has written countless novels in several different genres, including a children’s book with her youngest daughter, but her favorite to write is romantic suspense. However, she has found a new passion in romantic comedy, especially involving sexy golfers. Who knew the sport could be so dirty and fun to write about. HOSTED BY:

Good vs Bad. Light vs Dark. Right vs Wrong. There are ...

Good vs Bad.

Light vs Dark.

Right vs Wrong.

There are always two sides to every coin.

Josiah ‘Liner’ Paldecki knew the moment he laid eyes on her that there was something different about her. Something special. Something so unique that it practically poleaxed him the moment that their eyes met.

Except, the next time he saw her, it was like she was a different woman altogether. There was a blankness to her eyes that concerned him. An air of menace about her that honestly scared him to death. He’s more than man enough to admit it.
At first, Liner thinks it’s because she’s bi-polar, or possibly psychopathic.

Then he realizes the truth.

That there isn’t a single person that exhibits such different personalities, but two.

Two identical twin sisters, both completely different, yet exactly the same.

One with a soul, and one without.

One that has his heart, and one that only wants to destroy it.



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I loved Snitches get Stitches - it was really a different take on the usual LLV books. It takes place with the female main character in a mental hospital and you think you know what's going on...but you don't. I felt really bad for her. Like, her family was the worst in every possible way and she didn't have any other choice but to be where she was at. I absolutely adored Liner - he's one of those characters that isn't a total tail. He's alpha but he's not over-the-top Alpha. He loves his woman and makes no bones about it. It's a book that's totally worth reading. This was a pleasure reviewing. 

Lani Lynn Vale is a USA Today Bestselling Author of over thirty titles. She is married with three children, two dogs, two cats, a donkey, and a couple (a couple also meaning over twenty) chickens.

When she’s not writing, you can find her curled up in her favorite chair reading.

Lani is married with three children and lives in the Great State of Texas.
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Let your homeless best friend stay with you, he said. Be...

Let your homeless best friend stay with you, he said. Being roommates will be fun, he said. It's only temporary, he said.He never said I'd fall for him.The Roommate Agreement, all-new hilarious and romantic comedy from New York Times bestselling author Emma Hart is available now!
You know what isn't 'temporary?' The endless stream of dirty socks in my bathroom and empty food packets under the sofa—and don't even get me started on the hot guys who take over my living room every Sunday to watch sports.I can't take anymore. So I propose a roommate agreement. One that will bring peace and order back to my life, complete with rules that might just stop my newfound crush on my best friend in its tracks.After all, there’s only so many times you can see your best friend naked before you start to lose your mind.Rules. They're meant to be broken... Aren't they?Download your copy today!Amazon: https://amzn.to/2DGpmhAAppleBooks: https://apple.co/2UoG1M3Amazon Worldwide: http://mybook.to/TheRoommateAgreementNook: http://bit.ly/2DH0FBrKobo: http://bit.ly/2DIIPy5Amazon Paperback: https://amzn.to/2U6lAamAdd to Goodreads: http://bit.ly/2H3qOyc 
Excerpt:   Shelby shut the door with a click and peered over at me. “What are you writing? If it’s permission to use the feather duster as a sex toy, the answer is no. Unless you buy your own, but if you haven’t figured out where the laundry room is yet, I doubt you’ll find where to buy one.” She was as funny as a car crash, this one. “Hilarious,” I drawled. “No, I’m making amendments as I go. I added a new rule.” “You added a new rule?” She raised one dark eyebrow and walked over, hovering over me. “All right, what is it?” “Decent clothes must be worn. Do you know how many times I wake up early on a morning to open the gym and find you basically in your underwear in the kitchen?” “Basically in my underwear? Who are you seeing in the kitchen? I wear shorts and a tank top at the very least.” “Yes, but the shorts barely cover your ass, and you’re sure as hell not wearing a bra.” She paused, eyes glittering as she said, “And why are you looking at my ass and my boobs?” That was an excellent question. “Because there’s nowhere else to look!” I rushed out before my stupid cock could get any ideas. “Look, waking up in the morning can be challenging for a guy.” She stared at me. “I don’t need to get up for a coffee with… you know.” I motioned to my groin. “And see you half-clothed.” She flicked her hair over her shoulder and walked to the kitchen, turning her back to me. “Why does it matter? I’m your best friend. I hardly think your little friend is remotely interested in whether or not I’m wearing a bra.” Yeah, well, he is. “Fine. If I have to wake up and see your perky nipples prancing around the kitchen, I’m going to stroll around in my underwear so you can get a good view of my morning glory.” She spun, lifting up a finger. Her cheeks were flushed, and she had to swallow before she could speak. “My nipples do not prance. They are not horses.” I grinned. “Also, I have no desire to have anything to do with your morning erection, much less get a good view of it, thank you very much.” “Have I told you that you’re cute when you blush?” “Have I told you that you’d be a cute dead guy?” I laughed, leaning back on the sofa. “C’mon, Shelbs. We need to respect each other’s privacy. You don’t want to see my cock hard over your breakfast, and I don’t want to see your nipples standing to attention when I make a coffee.” She sighed. “Why did I ever let you move in again?” “Because I was going to be homeless and you’re the best friend ever?” “Mm.”  
About Emma Hart Emma Hart is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of over thirty novels and has been translated into several different languages. ​ She is a mother, wife, lover of wine, Pink Goddess, and valiant rescuer of wild baby hedgehogs. ​ Emma prides herself on her realistic, snarky smut, with comebacks that would make a PMS-ing teenage girl proud. ​ Yes, really. She's that sarcastic.
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Nothing But Trouble by P. DangelicoRelease Date: March 2...

Nothing But Trouble by P. DangelicoRelease Date: March 26th Nothing But Trouble, an all new standalone Contemporary Romance by P. Dangelico Reagan Reynolds...Water polo god.Owner of a face that belongs under Wikipedia’s definition of drop dead gorgeous.Too charming for his own good.But most importantly––the worst driver on the planet.No, really, I’m pretty sure his blind nana taught him how to drive.I had no idea who he was until he almost ran me over. And frankly, I kind of wish I still didn’t because then I wouldn’t have a sprained ankle to show for it. And my leg wouldn’t resemble a boa constrictor that’s swallowed a feral pig. Yeah, it’s that bad.I’ve spent years saving every penny I’ve ever earned to be able to transfer to Malibu University. And now my entire future––including my scholarship––is in jeopardy. So I either accept the help he insists on giving me, or lose everything I’ve sacrificed for. In the meantime, I’m going to ignore the fact that we’re becoming friends.And I’m definitely going to pretend he’s not turning into the object of my…umm, dirty fantasies. That’s not happening. Not even a little.Because the minute I clapped eyes on him I knew he was nothing but trouble. Download your copy today!Amazon: https://amzn.to/2DRrqU7Amazon Worldwide: http://mybook.to/NothingButTroublePDApple Books: https://apple.co/2GbI3v0Kobo: http://bit.ly/2CY8yAUNook: http://bit.ly/2SsB1J1Goodreads: http://bit.ly/2H2Fqgx Excerpt:Alice     A strong gust of hot air invades the car and Reagan’s hair gets ruffled. It’s been like this the last few weeks. Crazy hot winds picking up now and then. Mine is literally standing on end. I’m forced to hold it down with both hands.     “The Santa Anas,” he says as if reading my mind. I look over and find him smiling at me. “The hot wind.” He swirls his index finger.     I let go of my hair, close my eyes, and let it have its way with me. It stands instantly upright, like I stuck my finger in a socket. I’m sure I look like an idiot but it makes me laugh, a burst of pure joy emanating from my chest that can’t be contained any more than the wind can.     “Nice hair,” he mocks with a teasing smile.     “Thanks, Flipper.”     “I thought we established that it’s not a dolphin.”     “You’re not going to like me saying this, but you’re more dolphin than shark,” I happily point out. He’s always perky and upbeat, likes to socialize, loves all the attention. He’s a dolphin––whether he likes it or not.     He levels narrowed green vengeance on me, offset by a sly smile. “I’m the top of the food chain, babe. I’m all shark.”     “That’s adorable. Especially coming from someone that wears a swim cap like my nana used to wear. Except yours has those darling cinnamon buns over the ears. Like Princess Leia.”     He fights his amusement. “Those cinnamon buns are meant to protect my ears from all the rough, manly activity. And I’m tellin’ on you. I’m tellin’ all the guys you said that.”     The Jeep comes to an abrupt stop. Only then do I realize we’re parked in front of the apartment building where my study group is being held. Scanning the parking lot, I see people I recognize from class pouring out of a car.     My attention returns to Reagan and I find him watching me. His smile melts. His expression grows serious like he rarely ever is. I rake my hair down and get my fingers snagged on a few knots. Unfortunately I’m not the comb-carrying type.     Mental note: purchase comb. Crazy winds are afoot.     “Thank you for driving me.” I look for some sign of what’s going on in his mind and finding the door shut.     “What time should I pick you up?” He reaches out and I lean away, staring at his hand. “Chill, Bailey. You have a piece sticking up.”     “Oh…okay.” He’s trying to be helpful and I treat him like he’s a festering case of the bubonic plague. How embarrassing.     I lean in and he sets about gently brushing down each and every one of my stray hairs, so gently I can barely feel him picking apart the knots. I can feel his breath on my skin. Fresh from a shower, I can smell his shampoo. My scalp tingles and goose bumps break out on my forearms. Lord give me strength.
About P. Dangelico:Dangelico loves romance in all forms, cuddly creatures (four legged and two), really bloody sexy pulp, the NY Jets (although she’s reconsidering after this season), and to while away the day at the barn (apparently she does her best thinking shoveling horse crap). What she’s not enamored with is referring to herself in the third person and social media so don’t expect her to get on Twitter anytime soon. Oh, and although she was born in Italy, she’s been Jersey Strong since she turned six.Connect with P. Dangelico: Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/p.dangelico/ Twitter: https://twitter.com/PDanAuthor Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/pdangelicoauthor/ Goodreads: http://bit.ly/2C91Fv7 Website: http://www.pdangelico.com/ Stay up to date with all things P. Dangelico. Join her mailing list, today: https://www.pdangelico.com/contact

Nothing But Trouble, an all new standalone Contemporary ...

Nothing But Trouble, an all new standalone Contemporary Romance by P. Dangelico is live!        Reagan Reynolds...Water polo god.Owner of a face that belongs under Wikipedia’s definition of drop dead gorgeous.Too charming for his own good.But most importantly––the worst driver on the planet.No, really, I’m pretty sure his blind nana taught him how to drive.I had no idea who he was until he almost ran me over. And frankly, I kind of wish I still didn’t because then I wouldn’t have a sprained ankle to show for it. And my leg wouldn’t resemble a boa constrictor that’s swallowed a feral pig. Yeah, it’s that bad.I’ve spent years saving every penny I’ve ever earned to be able to transfer to Malibu University. And now my entire future––including my scholarship––is in jeopardy. So I either accept the help he insists on giving me, or lose everything I’ve sacrificed for. In the meantime, I’m going to ignore the fact that we’re becoming friends.And I’m definitely going to pretend he’s not turning into the object of my…umm, dirty fantasies. That’s not happening. Not even a little.Because the minute I clapped eyes on him I knew he was nothing but trouble. Download your copy today!Amazon: https://amzn.to/2DRrqU7Apple Books: https://apple.co/2GbI3v0Kobo: http://bit.ly/2CY8yAUNook: http://bit.ly/2SsB1J1Goodreads: http://bit.ly/2H2FqgxAbout P. Dangelico: Dangelico loves romance in all forms, cuddly creatures (four legged and two), really bloody sexy pulp, the NY Jets (although she’s reconsidering after this season), and to while away the day at the barn (apparently she does her best thinking shoveling horse crap). What she’s not enamored with is referring to herself in the third person and social media so don’t expect her to get on Twitter anytime soon. Oh, and although she was born in Italy, she’s been Jersey Strong since she turned six.Connect with P. Dangelico: Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/p.dangelico/ Twitter: https://twitter.com/PDanAuthor Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/pdangelicoauthor/ Goodreads: http://bit.ly/2C91Fv7 Website: http://www.pdangelico.com/ Stay up to date with all things P. Dangelico. Join her mailing list, today: https://www.pdangelico.com/contact

With A Hitch by RC BoldtRelease Date: March 19thWith A H...

With A Hitch by RC BoldtRelease Date: March 19thWith A Hitch, an all-new standalone contemporary romance by RC Boldt.She’s playing it safe. He’s playing for keeps.DARCYGrowing up in the foster system, I learned the hard way that lasting love doesn't always come easy. Dating in the modern era can be daunting; the bar scene and dating apps leave you wondering if there's any hope in sight.That's where I come in. Helping you break the “swipe-right” cycle, I’m dedicated to matching you with the love of your life.Finding Mrs. Right for Dax Kendrick should be a piece of cake. Except nothing about this man is simple.DAXThe NFL has given me more than I ever imagined—a roof over my head, food on the table, and a chance to provide for the family who sacrificed everything while I chased my dreams.Maintaining a squeaky-clean image for my sponsors when my paycheck and the fruits of my endorsements are all the women want is a hefty challenge.I’d nearly given up when I hired Darcy Cole. Yet the more I’m around her, the less I care about finding my perfect match.Because it might be right in front of me.Download your copy today! Amazon US: https://amzn.to/2HgZnQ4Amazon Worldwide: http://mybook.to/WithAHitchRCBApple Books US: https://goo.gl/LRqtYkKobo:  https://goo.gl/nLfiA3Nook: https://goo.gl/zfJj6vGoogle Play: https://goo.gl/r7a3N8Amazon Paperback: https://goo.gl/MheXjaAdd to GoodReads: http://bit.ly/2TKiVQ8


 I really loved the story of Dax and Darcy. The slow burn that led up to their happily ever after was the icing on the cake. I love a good book that tells a story - one that's not just gratuitous sex but, has some awesome storytelling to go with it. This was a heck of a book. Dax was a swoonworthy hero and he had those characteristics that you look for in a main character...sexy, brooding at times and funny. Darcy was sweet, good at what she did, and loved her friends and family. She was such an amazing character to delve into. I loved following them on their journey and getting to see Ivy and Becket again. Another stellar read from Mrs. Boldt.

Excerpt:DAX* * *     “Where’s my favorite girl?” I call out, entering my childhood home.     “I’m here, Uncle Dax!” my niece, Violet, hollers through the house just before her quick footsteps follow.     My parents refused to let me buy them a new house once I started putting money in the bank. Mom didn’t want the neighbors to think she and Dad thought they were better than anyone else. This means my parents, my sister, and niece, all still live in the fifteen-hundred-square-feet home I grew up in.     I did pay off their mortgage as well as my sister’s student loans before I set up a college fund for my niece, much to their dismay. But let’s be honest, it’s the least I could do for a family who’s always been there for me.     Dad refused to retire from the hardware store, but I at least got him to agree to go from full-time to part-time a few years ago. It took some aggressive bargaining, but when I’d shown him how well the account I’d started for them with my financial planner had been doing, he’d finally relented.     “Hey! I thought I was your favorite girl!” another female voice protests.     “Well, I don’t know,” I hedge. “Depends on if you made any chocolate chip cookies.”     My mother promptly swats at me with a laugh, the little crinkles at the corners of her eyes becoming more pronounced. The guys always say I resemble my mom, and even though I know they say it in more of a shit talking, you look like your mama kind of way, it’s still true. She and I have the same smile, and although her skin is darker than mine—my dad’s the odd man out in the family with fair white skin—there’s no mistaking me for being her son.     I pull her close for a hug, and she pats my back, mumbling, “I swear, you just keep getting more muscles every time I see you.” The top of her head barely reaches my shoulder, and her dark hair seems like it has more gray threaded in it each time I see her.     “Don’t give him a bigger head than he already has.”     My eyes catch sight of Violet and my sister, Ava, entering the small kitchen. Mom releases me, and Violet rushes past her mother intent on getting to me first. I bend and scoop her up in a big hug.     “Uncle Dax, I missed you.” Her whispered words wrap themselves around me.     “I missed you, too, love bug.” God, I swear, she’s growing like a damn weed lately. Once I set her on her feet, she starts talking a mile a minute.     “Oh my gosh, Uncle Dax! You’re not going to believe what happened the other day in gymnastics camp. That girl I told you about—the one who was saying my hair was weird and stuff—well, I finally had enough, and I did what you told me to do.”     All eyes are suddenly on me. Trust me when I say this is not what a man wants in this household because it normally means I’m in deep shit.     “Uh, remind me again what I told you?” I say slowly, praying to God above that I hadn’t made some idiotic, off-the-cuff comment as a joke, and she took me seriously.     Violet gives me one of those old people are so forgetful looks. “You said I could use sarcasm because most people who are mean and rude don’t understand it, and it’ll go over their head and be a beautiful inside joke for you and everyone else who doesn’t have shit for brains.”     “Violet,” my mother and Ava say in unison, flashing me a stern look.     Violet grimaces. “Sorry. But I was quoting him.” Then she picks right up. “And then you said I should let it roll off my shoulders like it doesn’t bother me.” She grins happily. “Well, I did a combination of the two. And she’s totally left me alone ever since.” My niece pumps a fist in the air. “Go Team Kendrick!”     “Way to go!” We exchange a high five. Sobering, I school my face in a stern expression. “Remember not to cuss, though. It’s not ladylike.”     Her sweet face peers up at me, so adorably cute with such seriousness that it takes all my effort to not break into a smile. “How about ‘crap’?”     “Uh…” I flick my eyes to Ava, who makes a face before shrugging. “I think that one can be okay, as long as it’s not overused.”     Violet nods. “Noted.” God, this kid is such an old soul sometimes. “I’m going to practice my backflips for gymnastics some more out back.” In a flash, she’s gone.     I sag against the counter. “Man, two minutes, and I’m exhausted.”     My sister sidles up beside me and snickers. “As if Mr. Gatorade himself ever gets exhausted.”     I toss her a sharp look. “Seriously? One advertising campaign for a sports drink, and you’re giving me sh—”     “Ahem!” our mother clears her throat pointedly.     “Crap.” Mom nods in approval, and I continue. “About it?” I place a palm flat against the center of my chest, feigning sadness. “Where’s the love?”     She shoves at me playfully. “You get enough love from all your admirers.”     Mom huffs. “You need to settle down with a nice woman.”     “Speaking of a nice woman…” I press my lips thin, trying to figure out how to best tell them I decided to use a matchmaking service, but decide to throw caution to the wind. “I hired a professional,” I blurt out.      As if in slow motion, my mother turns around slowly from where she’s stirring something on the stove. My sister’s jaw goes slack. And they both gape at me.     Just the reaction a guy wants.     My mother’s expression is horrified. Not quite what I was expecting, but then again, she’s always been a spitfire.     “Dax Allen Kendrick! I forbid it!”     I rear back, confused as hell. “Why would you forbid it?”     Her jaw drops, and she gasps indignantly. “Why would I forbid it?!” She turns to my sister, her voice increasing in volume. “Why would I forbid it?!”     “Say it again, Mom. Not sure we heard you the first time,” my sister deadpans.     If my mother didn’t have a freaking wooden spoon in her hand, I’d let out the laugh aching to break free. I got to know that sucker really well through my early years, and even though I’m older, I don’t put it past my mother to come at me with that thing.     Speaking of which, my right ass cheek starts to throb in remembrance at the mere sight of that spoon.     I hold up my hands. “Calm down, Mom.” Shit. I didn’t expect this reaction. “Look, she’s great at what she does and—”     The hand holding the wooden spoon rises another inch, and I flinch in response. “Don’t you tell me what she’s great at, young man!”     I look at my sister, silently pleading for help. She merely shrugs, wide-eyed, with an I don’t pretend to understand her look.     Great. I’m left to fend for myself once again.     “Can you just put that thing”—I gesture to the spoon in her hand—“down, so I can explain?”     My mother’s lips purse like she’s just bit into the sourest of lemons. Her eyes practically spew fire at me. “Fine.” Her tone is curt. “But you’re not too old to get swatted with it, young man,” she warns with a pointed look.     My hands fly to my ass protectively, and my sister snorts. I glare at her, and she simply sticks her tongue out at me in response.     Some things never change.     “Okay, so Ivy, Becket’s wife—”     My mother’s expression instantly softens. “Such a sweet girl, that one.” Then with a stern look, she adds, “You need to find someone like that.”     I draw in a deep breath, praying for patience. “Ivy’s business partner, Darcy, runs a matchmaking service and—” At the odd expression on my mother’s face, I stop. “What’s that look for?”     “Oh, honey.” She lets out a long sigh before spinning around to tend to the saucepan on the stove.      I stare at my sister expectantly. Her lips twitch as though she’s attempting to restrain a smile. I wave her on. “Say it.”     She snickers. “Mom thought when you said ‘professional,’ you meant prostitute.”     I whip around to stare at my mother. “Are you serious?!” What the hell? “You really think I’d hire a freaking prostitute?”     “Apparently so,” my sister chimes in with a smirk.     I toss up my hands in exasperation. “I can’t believe you think I’d resort to that.”     “Well,” my sister starts, “you have been single for a while.”     “That doesn’t mean I’d hire a prostitute for fu—” Mom’s head whips around in warning, and I correct myself quickly. “For God’s sake.”     “What’s a prostitute?”     Fucking hell. Violet’s just come back inside.     “Nothing.” That’s my mother’s response.     “A person who makes bad choices.” My sister’s no-nonsense response.     “A woman who sells—” This time, I really do get swatted with the wooden spoon. As if it doesn’t sting enough against my bare forearm, I now have a line of pasta sauce on it too.     I grin and make a show of licking the sauce off my skin. Mom hates that.     She raises the spoon threateningly, and I hold up my hands in surrender. “I just want to be loved. What’s a guy have to do to get some love these days?”     “Pretty sure you already know what you have to do to get some love,” my sister mutters under her breath.     I jab an index finger in her direction and give her a sharp look. “Watch it, or I’ll tell Mom who broke that angel statue she brought home from a garage sale.”     Ava’s expression morphs into astonishment. “You swore you’d never bring that up!” Her lips curve suddenly in a devious smile. “As long as I never tell Mom what happened to that pair of booty shorts she got you for twenty-five cents.”     “What shorts?” my mother asks.     I stare at her in complete disbelief. “Seriously? You’re more worried about the hideous shorts that put my junk on display than the statue she broke?”     My mother sputters. “But you said you loved those shorts!”     I glance up at the ceiling, hoping for divine intervention, which, of course, never comes. “Mom,” I say with exaggerated patience. “The shorts were cut so high I would’ve had to wax.”     “Well, you could’ve said so,” she huffs, turning back to the stove. “They were a great deal.”     “I’m sure they were a steal for a quarter.” My sister snickers at my sarcastic response, and we burst out laughing.     Our mom’s been a fan of garage sales for as far back as we can remember. Sometimes she brings home some decent stuff, but more often than not, it ends up being some hideous “treasure.”     Hence the shorts.     “You two are gonna get it!” Mom warns, raising that infamous wooden spoon once more.     Man, it’s good to be home.
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He likes a challenge…Heartthrob, the first steamy standa...

He likes a challenge…Heartthrob, the first steamy standalone in the American Royalty Series from USA Today bestselling author Robin Bielman, is coming May 7th and we have the hot cover for you!
Here’s the deal: I’m the best center fielder in the major leagues. I’m also the guy who cost his team the championship game and acted very unsportsmanlike. So, when the team hires a social media manager to repair the damage to my reputation, I don’t argue. But then I meet Chloe Conrad, and I suddenly understand what people mean when they say they have an instant connection to someone. Which means I’m in serious trouble. Chloe’s a smart, sexy distraction I can’t afford, but one date can’t hurt, right? Only she turns me down. And just like that, it’s game on. She’s sworn off love…Finn Auprince is the hottest player in the major leagues. Look up “It Factor” in the dictionary and there’s his handsome face. He’s also my biggest client and I don’t care how easy it is to talk to him or how fun it is to manage his social media accounts, I will not give in to his charms. Then one drunken night, I tell him about my curse: all my previous boyfriends have found their soul mates while dating me. One more heartbreak, and I’ll never recover. But Finn doesn’t believe in curses—he believes in me. Professionally and personally. He sets out to prove the universe isn’t against me, and that his one true love isn’t waiting around the next corner.The problem is…can we play the game of love and both come out on top?Pre-order your copy today! Amazon: https://amzn.to/2u5ZNRzAppleBooks: https://apple.co/2tYDQn7Amazon Worldwide: http://mybook.to/HeartthrobNook: http://bit.ly/2ST678SKobo: http://bit.ly/2SVkxW9Google Play: http://bit.ly/2VPvytTAdd to Goodreads: http://bit.ly/2BRULMHAbout Robin BielmanRobin Bielman is the USA Today bestselling author of over fifteen novels. When not attached to her laptop, she loves to read, go to the beach, frequent coffee shops, and spend time with her husband and two sons. Her fondness for swoon-worthy heroes who flirt and stumble upon the girl they can’t live without jumpstarts most of her story ideas. She writes with a steady stream of caffeine nearby and the best dog on the planet, Harry, by her side. She also dreams of traveling to faraway places and loves to connect with readers. She dreams of traveling to faraway places and loves to connect with readers. Keep in touch at all of her social media spots!
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He is the one that ...

       

He is the one that never looks her way. He is handsome and strong. He is rough around the edges and mean. He is everything she’s ever wanted. He doesn’t even know she exists. Her life is a joke. *** She doesn’t step on cracks in the sidewalk. She laughs at inappropriate times. She talks when she shouldn’t. She is clumsy and trips on air. She is finally on his radar. God help her now.    
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This was another slam dunk for LLV and she's been on a roll for several months. I can't wait for the next one that she has coming. This one had likable characters and we got to see old and new characters.  I would definitely recommend to anyone who is a fan.
       
Lani Lynn Vale is a USA Today Bestselling Author of over thirty titles. She is married with three children, two dogs, two cats, a donkey, and a couple (a couple also meaning over twenty) chickens. When she’s not writing, you can find her curled up in her favorite chair reading. Lani is married with three children and lives in the Great State of Texas. Website | Facebook | Twitter | Instagram | Goodreads | BookBub  

Even one-night stands deserve a second chance in New Yor...

Even one-night stands deserve a second chance in New York Times bestselling author Rachel Van Dyken’s novel of sporting desire. Risky Play, an all-new standalone contemporary romance by New York Times bestselling author Rachel Van Dyken is live! What else can a virgin do when she’s ditched at the altar? Seattle heiress Mackenzie Dupont is treating herself to a single-girl honeymoon in Mexico and a desire to relinquish her innocence to a gorgeous one-night stand. Fake names. True pleasure. But when she wakes up alone, Mackenzie realizes just how much anger is left in her broken heart.Suffering a tragic personal loss, pro soccer player Slade Rodriguez has his reasons for vanishing without a goodbye. Right or wrong, he’s blaming the beautiful and infuriating stranger he never wants to see again. They’re both in for a shock when Mackenzie shows up as his new personal assistant. And they both have a lot to learn about each other. Because they share more than they could possibly know, including a common enemy who’s playing his own games. And he’s not afraid to get dirty.Now there’s only one way Mackenzie and Slade can win: to trust in each other and to stop hiding from the lies they’ve told, the secrets they’ve kept, the mistakes they’ve made, and the attraction that still burns between them.A stand-alone, contemporary romance.Download your copy today or read FREE in Kindle Unlimited!Amazon US: https://amzn.to/2RWXUnIAmazon Worldwide: http://mybook.to/RiskyPlayRVDAdd to GoodReads: http://bit.ly/2T9fRMU
I loved this short read and I haven't made it through all the others but if they're all like this one - I'm sure I'll love them. I loved the crossover effect and the characters that we got to see. It was so awesome that it was incorporated in this way and I wish more series would do this. 
About Rachel: Rachel Van Dyken is the New York Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today Bestselling author of regency and contemporary romances. When she's not writing you can find her drinking coffee at Starbucks and plotting her next book while watching The Bachelor. She keeps her home in Idaho with her Husband, adorable son, and two snoring boxers! She loves to hear from readers!Connect with Rachel: Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/RachelVanDyken Website: http://rachelvandykenauthor.com Newsletter: http://bit.ly/RVDNewsletter Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/rachvd Twitter: https://twitter.com/RachVD Amazon: http://amzn.to/2cNVwL9 Goodreads: http://bit.ly/RVDGR Rachel's Rockin' Readers: http://bit.ly/RachelsRockinReaders