Thursday, November 17, 2016

Cover Reveal: Ego Maniac by Vi Keeland

The night I met Drew Jagger, he’d just broken into my new Park Avenue office.
I dialed 9-1-1 before proceeding to attack him with my fancy new Krav Maga skills.
He quickly restrained me, then chuckled, finding my attempted assault amusing.
Of course, my intruder had to be arrogant.
Only, turned out, he wasn’t an intruder at all.
Drew was the rightful occupant of my new office.  He’d been on vacation while his posh space was renovated.
Which was how a scammer got away with leasing me office space that wasn’t really available for rent.
I was swindled out of ten grand.
The next day, after hours at the police station, Drew took pity on me and made me an offer I couldn’t refuse.  In exchange for answering his phones while his secretary was out, he’d let me stay until I found a new place.
I probably should have acted grateful and kept my mouth shut when I overheard the advice he was spewing to his clients.  But I couldn’t help giving him a piece of my mind.
I never expected my body to react every time we argued.  Especially when that was all we seemed to be able to do.
The two of us were complete opposites. Drew was a bitter, angry, gorgeous-as-all-hell, destroyer of relationships.  And my job was to help people save their marriages.
The only thing the two of us had in common was the space we were sharing.

And an attraction that was getting harder to deny by the day.  

Vi Keeland is a #1 New York Times and Wall Street Journal Bestselling author. With more than a million books sold, her titles have appeared in over fifty Bestseller lists and are currently translated in ten languages. She lives in New York with her husband and their three children where she is living out her own happily ever after with the boy she met at age six.

Thursday, November 10, 2016

Cover Reveals: Next to Never & The Next Flame by Penelope Douglas

Under the close watch of the men in her family, Quinn Caruthers has found it nearly impossible to spread her wings—or even date—without her three older brothers, Jared, Madoc, and Jaxon, jumping in to hover. And when a family friend—several years older—from her childhood still holds her heart, she knows they’re going to be a problem. Lucas Morrow is a man, and knowing her brothers, he may as well be forbidden.

But years ago, Lucas left town and shows no signs of returning. Quinn knows she shouldn’t wait for him anymore. 

Until a package turns up on her doorstep with no return address and its contents reveal family secrets that threaten to turn her world upside down. She’s never asked about the path of her parents’ romantic history, but she soon learns their happy marriage had a very rocky and passionate start. 

As she starts to see things around her with new eyes, Quinn will have to make tough choices about whether she’ll keep waiting…or finally go after what she really wants.


Tuesday, November 1, 2016

Blog Tour: Mr. President by Katy Evans

He's won the hearts of millions. But is he willing to lose his?

I met the president’s son when we were both young. Matthew Hamilton was handsome, polished, and intelligent. I’d never met a guy like him.

He promised me that he’d never run for president. I promised that if he did, I’d be by his side.

Three terms later, an invitation to join Matthew Hamilton’s campaign is the most exhilarating opportunity I’ve ever experienced. I'm determined to make a difference; he is determined to win.

Focused on his goal, Matt is steadfast, ruthless, and disarming. All eyes are on him and his popularity is surging. But soon, the next possible president of the United States is possessing me in more ways than one—and despite the risks, I'm helpless to resist.

We're stealing touches, stealing moments, and stealing away at night. But our chemical connection is quickly becoming dangerously combustive, putting not only my heart, but Matt's chance at the presidency on the line.

Winning will take everything. Walking away will be the hardest thing of all.
Katy Evans definitely added a sexy element to politics. I never thought I would put sexy and politics in the same sentence, but Katy Evans made me do it! 

This book is all about the sexual tension. Imagine crushing on a man for years. Imagine working for this man that oozes sex appeal. Imagine seeing this man every day, feeling his eyes on you constantly. Charlotte Wells is living through that. Her childhood crush, Matt Hamilton, is running for President and he wants her working by his side. If I was in Charlotte's position, I don't think I would be able to survive the tension! I live for these books. 

Charlotte was an intelligent woman with one weakness: Matt Hamilton. It also happened to be that Charlotte is Matt's weakness. How hot is that? Very. Katy Evans shows us exactly how hot it is. 

Katy Evans has done it again. Mr. President is smart, well-written, and impossible to put down! Matt Hamilton definitely has my vote! 

Katy Evans is a New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal bestselling author. Her debut REAL shot to the top of the bestselling lists in 2013 and since then 9 of her titles have been New York Times bestsellers. Her books have been translated into nearly a dozen languages across the world.

Friday, October 28, 2016

Blog Tour: The Earl by Katharine Ashe

Lady Constance Read is independent, beautiful, and in need of a husband—now. The last man on earth she wants is the rogue who broke her heart six years ago, never mind that his kisses are scorching hot…

Evan Saint-AndrĂ© Sterling is rich, scarred, and finished with women—forever. He’s not about to lose his head over the bewitching beauty who once turned his life upside down.
But Constance needs a warrior, and Saint is the perfect man for the job. Only as a married woman can she penetrate Scotland’s most notorious secret society and bring a diabolical duke to justice. When Constance and Saint become allies—and passionate lovers—he’ll risk everything to protect the only woman he has ever loved.

Zenobia was at her writing desk, quill between fingers more accustomed to pen than sewing needle,    spectacles perched on the bridge of her nose, and head bent to her latest pamphlet when, in an ominous  voice, Franklin announced, “The Earl of Egremoor.”

Twitching a blank sheet over her work, she arose.

There in her parlor doorway he stood, dwarfing her footman. Color from the brisk day without dusted his cheekbones, but otherwise he was exactly as he had been in Edinburgh months earlier: elegant, understated, and utterly perfect. From his cravat carved of Italian marble to his boots that shone like the blade of a sword, there was no hue that jarred or angle that displeased. Motionless and severe and entirely focused on her, he was a strong, magnificent creature of impeccable noble blood surveying her like a hawk hunting from far above and judging her paltry prey.

An unnerving silence stretched across the room. That he did not speak at once buoyed her courage; he must be at least as unhappy as she with this meeting.

“You needn’t have come,” she finally said. “I would have been content with a letter from your secretary.”

It could not be a smile causing the slight shadow about his mouth. This man did not smile. He bowed gorgeously, however, without excess or flourish but with glorious control. The hat and riding crop still in his grasp were props to reveal the sinews and long fingers of his hands, and they made it clear that he did not intend a lengthy call.

“Good day, my lady.” His voice was as smooth and deep as it had been in Scotland in the spring when he had barely spoken to her despite their attendance at the same wedding. “I trust you are well?”

“Oh, please,” she said crisply. “You don’t care if I am well or not. And I don’t care for empty social conventions, so let us dispense with small talk. I have heard about your father’s death and I am very sorry. You have my sincere sympathy.”

“Do I?” He moved into the parlor and she had the most disturbing impulse to seize a fireplace poker and brandish it. But he halted in the middle of the room.

“Yes, you do,” she said. “So now you may go.”

Something sharp flashed in his eyes and she felt it in her stomach like a little shock.

“I have only just arrived,” he said.

“And that is really about all of this call I can bear,” she said. “Good day, my lord.”


He said it unremarkably. But the sound of her name upon his tongue did something horrible to her insides: it twisted them into a knot of very old and unwanted pain.

“I go by Zenobia,” she said before he could continue. “For several months now.”

“I see.” He advanced another step.

“Halt.” She thrust out her palm. His eyes were the most beautiful shade of blue, so dark, and so familiar. At one time she had thought that the warmest smile in the world rested in those eyes. “I have offered my sympathies and said good-day, and truly I meant both.” She was not, after all, a woman to fall to pieces over a pair of dark eyes. “Please go.”

“I cannot yet.” His jaw was just as Clarice and Shauna rhapsodized: taut and handsome and at this moment engaged in an intriguing little dance of muscular tension. “I must say something first.”

She frowned and tried not to stare at the flexing muscle. “Say it, and then leave.”

His shoulders seemed to set even more firmly in place. “My lady,” he said in quite a fearsome voice, “will you do me the honor of becoming my bride?”

For all of his experience in cowing people he wished to cow, Colin had never actually seen the color drain from a person’s face as swiftly and entirely as it now did from Emily’s. If he needed confirmation that she had dreaded this moment, here it was in the parchment white of her cheeks and brow. Even her lips paled—admirable lips, pink and shapely and formed to suggest laughter rather than the astonishment that parted them now. Her eyes widened too, brilliant emerald behind lenses of gold-rimmed spectacles. Her chin was a pixie’s, not soft and rounded but slightly sharp, and her features fine. Her hair had not changed in twenty years, except that now the pale wisps were confined in a simple queue rather than tangled with pine needles and mismatched ribbons. Dressed soberly in muted blue, she was the portrait of a reclusive maiden and clearly astonished, and he had never so powerfully wanted an interview to end quickly.

“You have got to be jesting,” she said into the thick silence.

“I do not jest.”

“Well then, you have gone mad.”

“On the contrary.”

“Oh.” A delicate V darted the bridge of her nose above the gold wire. “You are required to offer for me, aren’t you? By the terms of your father’s will.”

She was intelligent and perceptive, and forthright in a manner that would embarrass most other women. She hadn’t a care for what others thought of her. She never had.

“I am,” he said because he had always been honest with her. Except once.

“You needn’t have come here. You might have written to my father at Willows Hall.”

“The will specified the manner in which I was to make the offer.”

“Did it? How loathsome of your father.”

“I am—”

He found the unprecedented need to clear his throat. “I am also required to await your response.”

“This could not be more idiotic, could it? No, I won’t marry you. Now you can leave.” She turned to her desk, then looked over her shoulder, her lashes spread wide. “You are not actually required to marry me in order to inherit Maryport Court, are you? That could not possibly be legal. The estate is entailed.”

He actually felt his spine stiffen, the vertebrae aligning in a perfect column.

“Why?” He should leave. Immediately. Before he said something he would regret. “If I were, would your answer differ?”

“Of course not.” She paused and alarm sparked in the candid emeralds. “Is it the case?”

“No.” But the requirement that he marry her in order to maintain control of extensive unentailed properties in the West Country, as well as his mother’s jewels, was. “You are correct. The estate is bound to the title.”

“That must be a relief for you,” she said, turning her back to him again and sitting before a small writing table. “I would not have wished you to be separated from all you hold dear.” She reached for a pen. “I imagine the stipulation, even as it is, could not be held up to law. You might have contested it.”

“I chose not to.” To protect the privacy of their parents’ agreement. To protect his privacy. And hers.

“Well, now your devotion to duty is satisfied.” She dipped the pen in ink. “Good day.”

A hard, hot discomfort settled between his ribs. He was unaccustomed to being dismissed. And, for all that he had not looked forward to this meeting, he had not wanted it to go quite like this.

“Good-bye, Emily,” he said to her straight shoulders and glossy hair.

She did not reply or even lift her head. He turned to the door and for the last time walked away from the girl who had once been his best—his only—friend.

Katharine Ashe is the award-winning author of historical romances that reviewers call “intensely lush” and “sensationally intelligent,” including How to Be a Proper Lady, an Amazon Editors’ Choice for the 10 Best Books of the Year in Romance, and My Lady, My Lord and How to Marry a Highlander, 2015 and 2014 finalists for the prestigious RITA® Award of the Romance Writers of America. Her books are recommended by Publishers Weekly, Women’s World Magazine, Booklist, Library Journal, Kirkus Reviews, Barnes & Noble, and many others, and translated into languages across the world.

Katharine lives in the wonderfully warm Southeast with her beloved husband, son, dog, and a garden she likes to call romantic rather than unkempt. A professor of European History, she writes fiction because she thinks modern readers deserve grand adventures and breathtaking sensuality too. For more about Katharine’s books, please visit or write to her at PO Box 51702, Durham, NC 27717.

Sunday, October 23, 2016

Review: A Place in the Sun by R.S. Grey

When her mother’s incessant matchmaking hits an all-time high, Georgie Archibald does what any sensible woman would do: she flees the country.

Seeking refuge in the picturesque seaside village of Vernazza, Italy, Georgie’s only plan is to lie low, gorge herself on gelato, and let the wine and waves wash her troubles away...that is until she wakes up in a bed that belongs to the most romantic-looking man she’s ever seen.


After going out of his way to rescue her, the former London financier turned mysterious recluse makes it clear that despite acting as her white knight, he has no plans to co-star in her fairytale.

But Georgie isn’t asking for his heart—she’s merely intrigued.

After all, Gianluca isn’t just gorgeous—tall and tan from days spent in the sun—his touch sets her world on fire. With him, Georgie experiences the most intoxicating passion she’s ever known, and it only takes a few steamy nights for her to realize that sometimes running away from trouble is the best way to find it.

R.S. Grey is easily one of my top five favorite authors. Her romantic comedies are easily devoured in one sitting and A Place Under the Sun was no exception. As expected, her heroine put a smile on my face while her hero made me swoon in more than one occasion. What I didn't expect was for this book to completely topple my all-time favorite R.S. Grey book (Scoring Wilder), but it did. This book completely blew me away.

Georgie has had enough of her mother's matchmaking skills. She just doesn't have chemistry with any of the men she's set up. Instead of acting like a responsible adult and telling her no to her mother, she decides to flee the country. Maybe she'll have more luck in Italy to find a husband than she did in England?

Gianluca is reclusive man. He's known to be grumpy and terrible company. However, he has a reason to be this way. His true love died at a young age and he knows he will never experience the love he had with his wife. This traumatic experience has completely changed him from the man he used to be.

Georgie and Gianluca are a match made in book heaven (aka R.S. Grey's head). Georgie is such a spirited being, that you just have to like her. She gives you no choice. She's the friend everyone wants to have. While it takes Gianluca a while to open up, you can easily relate to why Georgie is pinning after him. Her crush felt like all previous crushes I've had. I thought R.S. Grey wrote this situation so realistically. I've felt all the emotions Georgie's has while thinking she doesn't have a chance to get the guy. I've acted the way she did, just to get his attention. I've definitely embarrassed myself like she did.

I think it's time I planned a trip to Italy, more specifically Vernazza, Italy. R.S. Grey wrote about the idyllic town and I definitely want to see with my own two eyes. If Vernazza starts getting more tourists, they should thank R.S. Grey.

I am a lover of books, chocolate, reality TV, black labs, and cold weather. Seriously, if I had it my way I would be curled up on the couch with all of those things... everyday. 

I live in Texas where I spend my free time writing and reading. My favorite authors are Mindy Kaling & Jonathan Safran Foer. I'm a comedy geek and love all things "funny". Women like Tina Fey, Amy Poehler, and Mindy Kaling are definitely the biggest inspirations for my writing, though I think my work tends to skew a bit smuttier than theirs.

Thursday, October 20, 2016

Review: Punk 57 by Penelope Douglas


I can’t help but smile at the lyrics in her letter. She misses me.

In fifth grade, my teacher set us up with pen pals from a different school. Thinking I was a girl, with a name like Misha, the other teacher paired me up with her student, Ryen. My teacher, believing Ryen was a boy like me, agreed.

It didn’t take long for us to figure out the mistake. And in no time at all, we were arguing about everything. The best take-out pizza. Android vs. iPhone. Whether or not Eminem is the greatest rapper ever…

And that was the start. For the next seven years, it was us.

Her letters are always on black paper with silver writing. Sometimes there’s one a week or three in a day, but I need them. She’s the only one who keeps me on track, talks me down, and accepts everything I am.

We only had three rules. No social media, no phone numbers, no pictures. We had a good thing going. Why ruin it?

Until I run across a photo of a girl online. Name’s Ryen, loves Gallo’s pizza, and worships her iPhone. What are the chances?

F*ck it. I need to meet her.

I just don’t expect to hate what I find.


He hasn’t written in three months. Something’s wrong. Did he die? Get arrested? Knowing Misha, neither would be a stretch.

Without him around, I’m going crazy. I need to know someone is listening. It’s my own fault. I should’ve gotten his phone number or picture or something.

He could be gone forever.

Or right under my nose, and I wouldn’t even know it.

PHENOMENAL. RIVETING. UNIQUE. These three words don't do enough justice the book Penelope Douglas has written. Punk 57 is THE book of the year. It's that book that you just don't ever want to put down. It's that book that you just want the storyline to continue forever. It's that book that you go back and reread time and time again.  I'm completely, irrevocably obsessed.

Misha and Ryen have been each other's constants since first being assigned to be pen pals in fifth grade. They've never met in person because they don't want to ruin the special bond they have. However things get a bit complicated when they do meet each other.

Misha is that guy that really doesn't care what anybody thinks about him. He does things because he wants to do them, not because he's forced. He stands up for those people that need him the most, without making a big deal out of the ordeal. He's the guy you don't ever mess around with. He's also the guy that carries around of regret and bitterness. What didn't I love about Misha? Nothing. I absolutely adored the guy.

Ryen is one of the most interesting heroines I've read about. She has everything she has ever hoped for. She's popular at school, has guys' attention, and relatively good friends. However, this girl is not just that, she's so much more, but fear has stopped her from being the person she wants to be. It's not easy for her to put up a facade, but she does it. Everyday.

Penelope Douglas has such a special ability of creating headstrong heroines with equally headstrong heroes. They're always on the same playing field, giving each other shit. She's one of the few authors (if not, the only one) that creates balanced, likable characters.

This book is a one-sitting book. Truthfully, you won't want to ever stand up with this book in your hands. It's just that captivating. Is it steamy? Hell yeah! This book is hot as hell. Misha and Ryen definitely know how to push each other's buttons.

Penelope, thank you for the time necessary to write these books. Your dedication towards your readers to ensure that we have quality books is priceless. I will never again complain if you change a deadline. Okay, I will. A little bit. I just love your books that much! 6/5 STARS!

Penelope Douglas is a New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal bestselling author. Her books have been translated into ten languages and include the Fall Away Series (Bully, Until You, Rival, Falling Away, and Aflame), as well as Corrupt and Misconduct. Her New Adult romance, Punk 57, releases October 21, 2016, and Next to Never (A Fall Away Novella) is coming in January 2017. 

She dresses for autumn year round, loves anything lemon flavored, and shops at Target almost daily. She lives in Las Vegas with her husband and their daughter. 
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