Wednesday 31 October 2018

COVER REVEAL & GIVEAWAY: Until Cobi by Aurora Rose Reynolds




Title: Until Cobi
Series: Until Him #3
Author: Aurora Rose Reynolds
Genre: Contemporary Romance/Romantic Suspense
Cover Design: Sara Eirew
Photo: Wander Aguiar
Model: Nathan Van Dyken
Release Date: November 27, 2018



Blurb

Cobi Mayson knows exactly who Hadley is to him the moment he sees her for the very first time. That doesn’t mean it will be easy for him to convince her to take a chance on him.

Hadley Emerson knows she could fall hard and fast for a guy like Cobi. A man who seems to show up every time she needs him, but she knows better than to just hand over her heart.

Knowing his future with Hadley is on the line, Cobi begins to tie their lives together. As the invisible rope that connects them tightens and things between them heat up, an unknown threat emerges threatening to take away their happily ever after and send them both into darkness.







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Aurora Rose Reynolds is a New York Times, USA Today and Wall Street Journal bestselling author whose wildly popular series include Until, Until Him, Until Her, Underground Kings and Shooting Stars.

Her writing career started in an attempt to get the outrageously alpha men who resided in her head to leave her alone and has blossomed into an opportunity to share her stories with readers all over the world.


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BLOG TOUR & REVIEW: P.S. I Dare You by Winter Renshaw



















Dear Ms. Keane,

Before this ridiculous little arrangement commences, I’d like to make myself indubitably clear: I know who you are, I know that my father hired you, I know why my father hired you, and lastly, your services aren’t needed.

In fact, I want no part of my father’s billion-dollar empire, and him “gifting” me with one of the “best concierges in the county” won’t change that. He’s wasting his money. You’re wasting your time.

However, seeing as how you foolishly signed an ironclad contract with an Act of God clause and my father has strong-armed me into taking this position, it appears as though we’re stuck together—at least until your contract is up next month.

That said, our time together at WellesTech should be relatively painless but please don’t fool yourself into thinking I don’t notice when that pretty little stare lingers a little too long or the way your breath catches when our hands graze. You’re fascinated by me and it kills you because you can hardly stand to be in the same room as me.

Think I’m a problem worth solving? An impossible riddle worth figuring out? By all means, go ahead and try. Solve for X. Crack the code. It might even be fun (but only for me, not you).

V/r,

Calder Welles, II

P.S. I dare you.



Caroline's Review
⭐⭐⭐⭐

Really enjoyed this office romance.

"I'm a workaholic perfectionist who's never made a mistake. But something tells me...that's all about to change."

Aerin Keane loves control. She can't stand chaos. Which makes her brilliant at her job as a concierge. She's in demand and has a very long waiting list. When she takes on a job against her better judgement, but for pay that will make her more financial comfortable, she has a few misgivings but is determined to put her best foot forward. However, her new 'charge' is not interested in having her as his assistant. Throw in the fact that he's an asshole - albeit a hot asshole. 

"The biggest challenge I foresee with the two of us working together has nothing to do with productivity and everything to do with me trying to keep my mind out of the gutter."

Calder Welles Junior hates his father. He's been estranged from him for years. When he's emotionally blackmailed into taking over the reins of the family business, he does reluctantly - leaving behind his carefree, boundaryless existence. He's loves orderly disorder and is not interested in having an assistant to organise his life for him. However, he can't help admiring the direct, no-nonsense, and beautiful woman who's been hired to keep him in line. 

"I want something real, Aerin, because you're the realest thing I've ever known."

Calder and Aerin rub each other up the wrong way. However, there's no denying their sexual attraction. The more they fight it, they more they're drawn to each other. On the surface, they appeared to be very different people, but underneath they were equally damaged by their upbringing. I loved Aerin's confidence, directness, and loyalty. I enjoyed that once Calder made up his mind about Aerin, he was all in and persistent.

This was a fairly quick, slightly angsty, sexy romance, which I really enjoyed. 



That was … interesting.
I have to admit, I expected her to throw herself at me today. I expected tension so ripe, we’d have no choice but to act on it—especially since we went all of Friday without so much as exchanging a single word thanks to my father hijacking my schedule. But what I got was a girl who showed up, did exactly what I told her to do, and kept her hands to herself.
I’m not used to this—girls with self-restraint.
But it’s for the best.
Over the course of the past week, my life has become unrecognizable. Throwing a few more complications into the mix won’t help anything. And besides, if I fuck my assistant, that makes me no better than the man whose shoes I’m being forced to fill.
I’m better than that.
She’s better than that.
And I meant what I said—I don’t fuck girls I have to see every day.
“Closing up?” the security guard asks, looking up from his Spiderman comic.
I nod, heading back to my father’s office to grab summaries and lock the door. Five minutes later, I hit the pavement, opting to take the long way home. I haven’t been able to run all week and my muscles are screaming from too much sitting. My body wasn’t designed to be this sedentary.
Popping into a little Eastern medicine shop off Houston, I grab this miracle balm one of my Olympic skier friends told me about. I don’t know what the hell is in it, I just know it smells like nothing and works like magic the instant I rub it into my skin.
I leave the shop and hook a left, passing a trendy Japanese eatery across the street called Kaio, where their waitlist spans months because apparently pancakes shaped like sushi is the next hot thing. A small outdoor dining area is filled with patrons, and the benches outside hold even more, all of them patiently waiting, noses buried in their phones.
Crossing the street, I glance back at the restaurant once more when something catches my eye. Seated at a table for two on the patio is Aerin Keane and an exceptionally handsome gentleman in green scrubs.
I watch them long enough to see him smile, her laugh.
She reaches across the table and bats at his hand.
He rolls his eyes.
They look like they’ve known each other forever, completely comfortable in each other’s presence. Her shoulders are relaxed, his legs crossed.
So that’s why she was so adamant about us not sleeping together again—she has a boyfriend.
I smirk, rounding the corner and getting the hell away before I start to care again, only ten steps later, I’m in the presence of an overly excitable blonde with flailing arms running in my direction.
“Oh my God! Calder? Calder Welles, is that you?” Thessaly Thomas, a socialite-turned-reality-TV-star I foolishly stuck my dick into in my early twenties, practically wraps her entire body around me, nearly letting her mint green Birkin fall to the ground in the process. “I can’t believe it’s you! How are you? Ugh. You look so good. It isn’t fair. I swear you look even better than when we were dating and that’s saying a lot because …”
Dating?
We went on five dates.
I’d hardly call that dating.
And the only reason I knew it was five was because she went all out for our “one-month anniversary,” hiring some C-list band to give us a private concert on the rooftop of her father’s pool club in the Meatpacking District.
“What are you up to these days?” she asks, hand on her hip and smile on her face. Her forehead is smooth, glass-like. And her lips are much larger than I remember. “What’s new?”
She asks like it’s any of her business, like she cares. But I see that thirsty look in her eyes. Rejection does something to you. It makes you want the things you shouldn’t have, the things you can’t have.
“You’re looking good. CrossFit?” She smooths a palm down my arm.
Thessaly knows she can’t have me, and God, does she still want me even after all these years.
“I was just telling Raya—you remember Raya, right? About how you took me skiing in Vermont for our third date. Do you still have your plane?” she asks. “A Cessna, was it?”
Her phone chimes twice, and she lifts a finger before reading a quick text and typing back an even quicker response.
“Sorry about that.” She peers up at me through fake lashes the color of midnight, and she’s still wearing that same dopey grin. “I can’t believe I ran into you on Houston of all places. Do you live around here now? I’m still on Lexington.”
She rolls her eyes, like she’s ashamed to live in a two-thousand-square foot classic six bought and paid for by her parents the day she graduated from NYU.
Thessaly is still talking, though I’ve tuned her out. Something about a mutual friend who thought they saw me in Paris over the summer. It’s kind of crazy, but all my mind can think about in this moment is Aerin smiling with that fucking Dr. McDreamy-looking tool. Her hand on his. Her eyes lit. Her body at ease.
God, she’s so easy to be around—even if she hates me with every fiber of her classy little being.
She isn’t like Thessaly or the other women that tend to hurl themselves at me. Those women have desperation in their eyes, insecurity in their smiles, and diffidence in their demeanors.
They just want me to like them.
Aerin doesn’t.
And I’d be lying to myself if I said that didn’t make me feel some kind of way.
“We should do coffee or something sometime,” Thessaly says, her hand swatting at my arm. It’s like she needs every excuse she can get to touch me. “What are you doing right now? You have plans?”
“Yeah, today’s not good for me.”
She pouts her Kylie Jenner lips. “Your number still the same?”
Indeed. “Yeah.”
Her pout transforms and she rises on her toes. “Great. I’ll text you and we can figure something out. It was great running into you, Calder. Glad you’re doing well.”
How would she know? I couldn’t get a word in.
Thessaly runs her hand along my arm one more time before readjusting her Birkin over her left forearm and giving me one of those cutesy girl waves complete with a shoulder shrug.
I wave back before continuing on my way.
Good lord, that was painful.
Almost as painful as seeing Aerin on a date.




Wall Street Journal and #1 Amazon bestselling author Winter Renshaw is a bona fide daydream believer. She lives somewhere in the middle of the USA and can rarely be seen without her trusty Mead notebook and ultra portable laptop. When she’s not writing, she’s living the American dream with her husband, three kids, and the laziest puggle this side of the Mississippi.


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Tuesday 30 October 2018

BLOG TOUR & REVIEW: The Day the Jerk Started Falling by Max Monroe

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Rule number one: don’t fall for your best friend’s brother.

Rule number two: don’t fall for jerks.

But rules go out the window the day the jerk starts falling...


The Jerk Duet is complete!

The Day the Jerk Started Falling, the fun and flirty conclusion of The Jerk Duet, from New York Times bestselling author Max Monroe is available NOW!


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My name is Oliver Arsen, but my mates call me Ollie.

I live hard and love harder, and it’s love that usually gets me in the most trouble.

According to the greater population, I’m the ultimate jerk.

My affection tends to be short-lived—a quality I’ve been assured multiple times by the fairer sex isn’t becoming—and the leaving part of loving and leaving has always come natural.

At least, it used to.

Until her.

Luciana Wright.

She’s an American bombshell and my sister’s best friend—a woman so wrong for
me, it’s written in the waves.

And she’s the reason we’re all here.

The reason I have to go back to explain how it all went wrong.

To the day the jerk started falling.



Caroline's Review

⭐⭐⭐1/2


I wish the whole story had been told in just one book. I didn’t became properly invested in this story until about halfway through because it was basically a recap of what had happened in most of book one, but from the male POV with extra bits thrown in that we wouldn't have been privy to from the female POV in book one.

"I've never been through the brutal torture of love. Until Lucky."

So, the story picks up from the first book but told mainly from Ollie's POV. We get a bit more background on his pursuit of Lucky and how things fell apart between them. Then things start moving again and the story picks up Lucky's POV, as well, and what happens going forward.

"With each step, I fell a little deeper. Into my lies to you and into my lies to myself and into like with you."

So, in all honesty, I kinda skim-read the first half of the book. Some of it titillated me - like how obsessed Ollie was with the prickly Lucky, how hard he tried to engage with her, and the things he did with her in mind.

Overall, I think I preferred the Ollie portrayed in the first book, as I thought he was cheeky, charming and a little bit enigmatic. He was a little too Aussie for me in this concluding novel - almost like a caricature of a true Aussie, and got on my nerves a little bit! (As a side note, the word 'blimey' should never be used as an adjective - which I found disconcerting. It's usually used as an expression of exclamation.)

However, the authors pulled it back for me in the second half of the novel. I really enjoyed it and I loved the ending!



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Excerpt:



Podcast Series: The Day the Jerk Started Falling with Oliver Arsen

Dating is easy, mates. The women are plentiful, the opportunities abundant, and the fun endless.

I’ve taken a woman night surfing—only to end up using the board and the motion of the water for another purpose—jetted over to New Zealand for a two-day holiday with another, and given more than one a fair tour of my bedroom.

No effort overspent, I enjoyed every moment of it.

I live hard and love harder, but it’s the second one that usually gets me in the most trouble. My affection tends to be short-lived—a quality I’ve been assured multiple times by the fairer sex isn’t becoming.

Basically, according to the greater population, I’m the ultimate jerk.

And if you grouped the lot of my past conquests together and set me ablaze, not one of them would piss on me to save my life.

Taking the next step, having a long-term relationship, has never been my forte.

Commitment is hard. The thought of a one-woman wank for the rest of my life has barely ever been conceivable, let alone possible, and I have to blame that for how badly it all went.

When I look back at my behavior, there has to be a reason.

A reason, friends, that when it came to Luciana Wright, I fucked it all up.

I’ve been cursed out, stomped on, slapped. Had my balls volleyed, spat on, and punched. And even, on one occasion, nearly run over by a car with a madwoman behind the wheel.

But I’ve never been through the brutal torture of love.

Until Lucky.

She’s an American bombshell and my sister’s best friend—a woman so wrong for

me, it should be written in the waves.

And she’s the reason we’re all here.

The exact reason why I strong-armed the lovely, albeit slightly hard-ass, editor of this fantastic website to let an Aussie bloke like me prattle on about his love woes.

[chuckles]

Vanessa, if you’re listening, I’m certain your balls are bigger than just about every man out there. And trust me, that is a compliment.

[chuckles again]

Also, thank you for your hospitality via podcast permission. It is much appreciated.

And you, dear listeners, you should know that for the next God only knows how many episodes of this podcast series, I’m going to spend my time talking directly to Lucky. If you’re not her, but you’d like to keep listening, I urge you to help me. Help me by hearing me out. Help me by relating to my story. Help me plead my case. And to really prepare yourself to get the whole tale from both sides, listen to her podcast first.

[distinct pause]

I had you in my grasp, Lucky, but now it’s fallen apart.

And in order to explain how it happened—to explain myself—I feel like I have to go back to the day it all began.

To the day the jerk started falling.


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A secret duo of romance authors team up under the New York Times and USA Today Bestselling pseudonym Max Monroe to bring you sexy, laugh-out-loud reads. Max Monroe is the New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author of more than ten contemporary romance titles. Favorite writing partners and long time friends, Max and Monroe strive to live and write all the fun, sexy swoon so often missing from their Facebook newsfeed. Sarcastic by nature, their two writing souls feel like they’ve found their other half. This is their most favorite adventure thus far. ​

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BLOG TOUR, REVIEW & GIVEAWAY: Doggy Style by Alana Albertson


Doggy Style

Rescue Me Series, Book #1 by Alana Albertson 
Publication Date: October 23, 2018 
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Erotic, Romance, Romantic Comedy


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When it comes to doggy style, he’s behind you 100%. 
Preston Evans is a legend in and out of the bedroom. 
He’s six foot two, gorgeous, and famous because his celebrity ex snapchatted his huge package. 
I hate him. I hate his stupid puppy store, Doggy Style. 
I hate the way he looks at me like I’m a piece of meat. 
I don’t care that his abs are chiseled, his arms are tattooed, and his face belongs on the cover of a magazine. 
Every dog bred means a shelter dog dead! 
I chain myself to his store in protest, but instead of calling the cops, he throws me a bone. 
If I spend one week with him in Hawaii pretending to be his fiancĂ©e to snag an investor, he will transform his store into a shelter dog adoption center, saving thousands of dogs’ lives. 
One week and I never have to see this sexy, dirty-talking jerk again. 
How hard can he, uh I mean it, be? 
Sex is off the table. 
So why do I want him to bend me over it?


Caroline's Review
⭐⭐⭐⭐


This was a fun, funny read.

"This guy can't possibly be more wrong for me."

Yessi Cordova adores dogs. It's her life's mission to save as many dogs from euthanasia, as possible, and find them new homes - to the detriment of her financial situation. When a new puppy store opens in town, she's determined to shut it down. However, going up against the hot AF Preston Evans is tough when she's constantly fighting her attraction to him.

"I'm digging this chick more and more. Every time she tells me no, it just makes the hunt that much sweeter."

Preston is a decorated former Marine whose ex-girlfriend exploited their sex life for social media stardom. Being semi-unemployable, he decides to then exploit his infamy by opening a puppy store. He knows nothing about dogs. When Yessi handcuffs herself to his new shop door, he realises that he's hit the jackpot: she knows everything there is to know about dogs, has a huge social media following, and is seriously beautiful to boot! He's determined to have her in his shop and in his bed, and makes her an offer that she can't refuse.

"I need to connect with her, I want more than just sex from her. I want passion. I want intimacy. I want acceptance. I want love."

This was a fun and funny story! Yessi is pretty hard-headed and stubborn, but she has a massive heart. I loved her fiery and passionate personality. I enjoyed how well she handled Preston, although there were times when she pushed a really hard bargain. I liked that she made him question everything - his life, his business, his direction. Preston is actually a solid guy. His notoriety had coloured his judgement but I loved that he was willing to do just about anything for Yessi. I loved that she challenged him and made him work to win her over. 

Overall, a fairly quick, easy read that was amusing and sexy.

About Alana Albertson

Alana Albertson is an award winning Latina author, the former President of Romance Writers of America’s Contemporary Romance, Chick Lit, and Young Adult chapters. She holds a Masters of Education from Harvard and a Bachelor of Arts in English from Stanford. A recovering professional ballroom dancer, Alana currently writes new adult romantic suspense, young adult, and contemporary romance. She lives in San Diego, California, with her husband, two sons, and five dogs. When she’s not spending her time needlepointing, dancing, or saving dogs from high kill shelters through her rescue Pugs N Roses, she can be found watching episodes of House Hunters, Homeland, or Dallas Cowboys Cheerleaders: Making the Team.




Monday 29 October 2018

RELEASE BLITZ: P.S. I Dare You by Winter Renshaw
















Dear Ms. Keane,

Before this ridiculous little arrangement commences, I’d like to make myself indubitably clear: I know who you are, I know that my father hired you, I know why my father hired you, and lastly, your services aren’t needed.

In fact, I want no part of my father’s billion-dollar empire, and him “gifting” me with one of the “best concierges in the county” won’t change that. He’s wasting his money. You’re wasting your time.

However, seeing as how you foolishly signed an ironclad contract with an Act of God clause and my father has strong-armed me into taking this position, it appears as though we’re stuck together—at least until your contract is up next month.

That said, our time together at WellesTech should be relatively painless but please don’t fool yourself into thinking I don’t notice when that pretty little stare lingers a little too long or the way your breath catches when our hands graze. You’re fascinated by me and it kills you because you can hardly stand to be in the same room as me.

Think I’m a problem worth solving? An impossible riddle worth figuring out? By all means, go ahead and try. Solve for X. Crack the code. It might even be fun (but only for me, not you).

V/r,

Calder Welles, II

P.S. I dare you.








What.
The fuck.
Was that?
She’s the woman my father hired? The girl who spilled her coffee down her shirt after bumping into me in the hall?
That’s fucking golden. I can’t even be mad right now.
It makes perfect sense.
He brought on an assistant who happens to have all of the qualities he thinks I lack. She’s civil, tactful, punctual, classy as fuck.
I bet he thinks she’s going to be a good influence on me, like she can fucking domesticate me and turn me into a Corporate American civil servant.
Poor thing. She doesn’t realize she stepped inside the lion’s ring with nothing but a flimsy whip and a barstool. I’m not that easily tamed.
Regardless, I don’t know her name, but already I’m impressed. She’s not afraid to stand up for herself. I like that. If she’d given me a chance to explain, I’d have told her that’s what I meant when I said she was exactly my type.
I’m not a moron. I know she didn’t think I was flirting with her. I know she didn’t come back over because she wanted me. Quite the opposite. I saw the contention in that caramel-brown gaze of hers.
I also sensed a very raw, very real mutual attraction brewing—and that’s why I called it like it was and referred to her as a snack.
It was for the best.
I didn’t come here tonight to get laid. I’ve got bigger, more important things on my mind.
I watch the pretty little brunette with the black sweater grab her bag from her booth and storm out of the bar, her blonde friend in tow, and I toss back the rest of my Hennessy in one swallow.
Slapping some cash on the table, I take off and head back home, this time opting to walk.
Fresh air.
Deep thoughts.
A strong drink coursing through my veins.
If I’m lucky, these things plus a good night's sleep will work together, helping me come to terms with what I’ve got to do in the morning.
Making my way through a crosswalk, I pass one of those sickeningly sweet couples walking hand-in-hand with that new-in-love look in their shiny eyes.
That kind of thing has never appealed to me, and if I’m being honest, a long-term relationship baked in exclusivity seems like a prison sentence. Who the hell wants someone they have to report to? Someone who has to know where they are at all times? Someone who expects them to be there when they call? Someone who has access to every aspect of their life?
It’s Bridgeforth Academy all over again, only the relationship version.
Pass.





Wall Street Journal and #1 Amazon bestselling author Winter Renshaw is a bona fide daydream believer. She lives somewhere in the middle of the USA and can rarely be seen without her trusty Mead notebook and ultra portable laptop. When she’s not writing, she’s living the American dream with her husband, three kids, and the laziest puggle this side of the Mississippi.


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RELEASE BLITZ: I Bet You by Ilsa Madden-Mills


Title: I BET You
Author: Ilsa Madden-Mills
Genre: New Adult Romance (Standalone)
Release Date: October 29, 2018
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Model: Steven
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Wall Street Journal bestselling author Ilsa Madden-Mills returns with an all-new swoon-fest of a novel about what happens when you look beyond labels and take a chance on love. 

Sexy Athlete: I bet you…
Penelope Graham: Burn in hell, quarterback. 

The late night text is random but Penelope knows exactly who “Sexy Athlete” is. And why she shouldn't take his wager.

Ryker Voss.
Football star.
Walks on water and God's gift to women.
Just ask him. 

His bet? He promises Penelope he’ll win her the heart of the nerdy guy she’s been crushing on. His plan—good old-fashioned jealousy. Once her crush sees her kissing Ryker, he'll realize what he's missing. Sounds legit, right? The only question is…why is Ryker being so nice to her?

Penelope Graham.
Virgin.
Lover of sparkly vampires and calculus.
His mortal enemy.

Penelope knows she shouldn’t trust a jock, but what’s a girl to do when she needs a date to Homecoming? And Ryker’s keeping a secret, another bet, one that could destroy Penelope’s heart forever.

Will the quarterback score the good girl or will his secret mean everyone loses at this game of love?

Find out in this all-new standalone novel…







Wall Street Journal best-selling author Ilsa Madden-Mills writes about strong heroines and sexy alpha males that sometimes you just want to slap. She's best known for her angsty and funny New Adult college romances. 

A former high school English teacher, she adores all things Pride and Prejudice; Mr. Darcy is her ultimate hero. 

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Sunday 28 October 2018

RELEASE BLITZ, REVIEW & GIVEAWAY: Reclaiming Brave by Gina Azzi




Title: Reclaiming Brave
Series: The Kane Brothers #3
Author: Gina Azzi
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: October 29, 2018



Blurb

It was supposed to be one night. But then it became so much more. She’s pregnant. 

Sierra:
I never anticipated the two pink lines, the shock of pregnancy, from one night with Denver Kane. Sure, I’ve been hot for him since before he realized I existed. But that doesn’t mean he’s about to become a family man. Even if I’m having his baby. 

Denver:
She was off-limits, my little sister’s best friend. Until I crossed the line, not knowing it would change everything. Now she’s pregnant and my future looks different. I want to share in her sunny optimism and believe in new beginnings. Except I’m not cut out for it. Not anymore. 

But I can’t walk away from her, from them, and the crazy thing is, I don’t want to. 


Danielle's Review
⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

If you would’ve told me I’d love Denver Kane as much as I do, I’d call you a boldfaced liar! He was rude and broody but dayum did that man change my mind! He’s kind, thoughtful, loving and tender. I’m in complete and total awe of that man’s heart. It took him a minute to realize his worth, and for that he frustrated me quite a bit, but he redeemed himself! 

Sierra is an amazing heroine. Down to earth, funny, so laid back...easy to love. Together they completely stole my heart! 

I little twist in the plot made their one night of magical hotness a lasting thing. One that they were both all in for! 

The family dynamics here are something to be envious of. If only I had a huge blended family like theirs :) 

I loved Denver & Sierra’s love story! 

Each Kane brother is better than the rest (well, in his own way). I can’t wait for Daisy‘s turn!







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Gina Azzi loved every moment of college – especially her study abroad experiences, internships, and travel adventures! She draws from these experiences to create the storylines for her new adult and contemporary romance books. A passionate reader, frequent globetrotter, and aspiring baker, Gina resides in Canada with her family. Her new series, the Kane Brothers, releases in 2018.


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