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ACQUAINTED

by London Miller
Publication Date: June 18, 2018
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Mafia, Organized Crime, Romance

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SYNOPSIS

They met under summer showers …

Vera Markovic only wanted a vacation away from New York where everyone knows her as a Russian Mafiya printsessa of the Markovic Bratva. She didn’t expect to find something worth remembering. And definitely not a man like Alfie Shelby.

They fell in love when the leaves changed colors …

As New York City’s notorious fixer, Alfie Shelby always gets what he wants—and when he sets his eyes on Vera, he’ll do anything to keep her … even if she’s not sure she wants to be kept.

And they nearly lost it all when the snow started to fall …

She wants nothing to do with a gangster.
A life of crime is all he knows.
But neither can deny what they have, even when forces beyond their control try to keep them apart.

EXCERPT

Trying to do anything to her hair that wasn’t throwing it up into a messy, but stylish bun was out of the question. The humidity already had strands sticking to the back of her neck, and had she actually bothered with curling it, Vera was sure they would have fallen by now.

Not that it mattered much. She was supposed to be here on vacation—a time for her to relax and enjoy herself without care of anything else.

Which was why, despite the allure of a new project calling her name, she had left her villa and walked over to the bar where more than a dozen people already littered the floor and drinks were being passed all around.

After a minute of careful shuffling and quiet apologies, she made it to the bar, waiting until the bartender looked in her direction before she lifted her hand to signal she was ready to order.

A woman wearing a sheer dress that showed more than it covered stumbled off her stool, her date quickly moving after her. Glancing in their direction to make sure they weren’t returning, Vera claimed one of the empty seats.

Nearly to the second she sat, a figure moved from her peripheral and sat across from her, his smile wide and his eyes a little feverish.

Already drunk, if she had to guess.

The worst kind of men in a bar.

“You’ve got a great pair of legs on you,” he said with obvious approval as he blatantly looked down at her legs and lingered there.

Even if she had ignored the fact that she could smell the liquor on him, he wasn’t helping his case by being utterly clueless.

“Ne trat’te svoye vremya—Don’t even waste your time,” she told him in Russian, hoping he would get the hint and just move away, but it was clear her not speaking English didn’t mean a thing to him.

If anything, his smile grew a little wider.

“You,” he said a little louder, stressing the word, as if if he spoke louder, she would understand him better. “have nice—” then he pointed at her legs.

Vera rolled her eyes and turned in her seat, electing to ignore him. Hoping that if she pretended he didn’t exist for long enough, then he would just go away.

The bartender finally reached her, a customary smile curling his lips. “What can I get you?” he asked.

“Sex on the beach,” she answered, not bothering to even look at her unwelcome guest as his brow furrowed at her speaking English.

Idiot.

It was another few minutes of him stumbling over his words and blatantly eyeing her before she finally had her drink in hand and she could at least have this going for her if she would have to suffer through him not having a clue.

Her gaze moved around the bar, over the dancing couples of the floor, people seated at tables and enjoying food, but in her casual observance, that’s when she noticed him.

Even in the sea of people all around, it was impossible not to notice him. He stood out amongst the vacationers wearing khaki shorts and bikinis, already three sheets to the wind. Instead, he was in a pair of dark wash jeans, tailored to his muscular thighs, and a plain white T-shirt that did nothing to hide the muscles beneath it.

His attire might have been casual, but there was nothing about the man that seemed remotely casual at all.

And he was watching her.

She had thought, as she lifted her drink, tucking the straw between her lips, that he would look away once he noticed her attention on him. That he would be embarrassed to be caught staring as most men were, but he didn’t blink, or avert his gaze. A corner of his mouth tugged up into a slight, but arrogant smile.

He wanted her to know she had his attention.

Vera found herself smiling despite herself.

There were usually two type of men that wanted her attention. Businessmen who wanted her to heed to them—for her to be a pet of some sort. Smile when she was spoken to and be glorified arm candy.

Then there were the thrill seekers who thought that because her last name was Markovic that they would earn themselves some sort of prestige.

She doubted very much this man was the second considering he couldn’t possibly know who she was or even where she was from—and she was sure he wasn’t a part of her father’s organization because he was just a little too scruffy—but if he was the first … he would learn all too quickly that she wasn’t any man’s pet.

The man he was seated with, with sandy blond hair that was styled in that way that seemed to be in at the moment, was still speaking to him, but realized all too quickly that he no longer had the man’s attention. A fact that was solidified when he stood and threw back his drink before he left the private area where they were sitting to walk over to her.

She had every opportunity to get up and leave if she wanted to. But as he crossed the floor, people moving out of his way without him having to utter a single word, she remained where she sat, curiosity thrumming through her.

Vera couldn’t remember the last time she felt a thrill quite like this—and before he had even spoken a word to her. But there was just something about him that commanded attention.

The way he seemed to own the room. How broad his shoulders were. The unruly beard that she was now wondering how it would feel.

Lust, she thought a moment later. This was what lust at first sight felt like.

She counted down the seconds as his long-legged stride ate up the distance between them until he was suddenly there, right beside her, and she could smell the woodsy aroma of the cologne he wore that only added to his appeal.

“Is he bothering you, luv?” he asked, with a cant of his head in the direction of the man who hadn’t known how to take no for an answer.

That accent—rough around the edges, lilting around the L’s. That would have been enough for her to entertain him for more than a few minutes, but that, as well as the rest of him … he had her full attention.

“Listen, man—”

“Why don’t you fuck on off, yeah?” her stranger—her stranger?—said, hardly looking away from her. As though she were the only one worthy of his attention.

“Who the hell do you—” the man started, but hesitated when he got to his feet and realized just who he was up against.

He might have been tall, was even lean a bit, but he had nothing on her stranger. The man had a solid fifty pounds on him, if not more, and there was a hardness to him that said he really didn’t want to pick a fight with him.

Whatever he thought to say, he swallowed it back down and quickly made his exit without looking at either of them.

A smile fought its way onto her face. “I could have taken care of him, you know.”

“Oh, that wasn’t for you, luv,” he said as he took the man’s vacated seat. “That was entirely for me. I wanted your attention and now I have it.”

He’d had her attention long before now, but she didn’t bother telling him that. “And you are?”

He extended his hand in her direction, wrapping his much bigger one around hers, then closing tight. She didn’t think her hand had ever felt more smaller than it did now. “Alfie Shelby.”

Alfie.

How ridiculous that she even liked his name. “Vera Markovic.”

His expression didn’t change when she said her name, merely kept that same casual interest that had been there since he was across the room. That managed to make her relax further. He didn’t know who she was, or where she had come from.

She liked it that way.

“It’s a pleasure, Vera,” he said as he lifted her hand and briefly kissed the back of her knuckles.

It was such a contradiction—the hard man on the exterior compared to the gentleman like qualities he possessed. She couldn’t say she didn’t like it.

“Are you here alone?” he asked a second later.

“Smart girls know not to answer that,” she answered with another sip of her drink, gently extracting her hand. Curious or not, gorgeous or not, she wasn’t a fool. And she knew all too well the kinds of men that were in the world.

If he was offended, Alfie didn’t show it. Instead, his smile grew a touch. “Fair enough.”

His gaze left her for a moment as he signaled for the bartender who, despite already serving one customer, came right over. It made her wonder just who he was.

As he ordered—a rum and coke for himself, another of whatever she was drinking—Vera looked him over. It was second nature to look for tattoos that symbolized a life of crime. She could read any of them as well as any man in her father’s organization.

It had become common practice for her when she realized her father had men trail her on occasion.

But beyond a British flag that was tattooed over his heart, she didn’t see anything that would tie him back to her father, or any family that she knew of.

Another point in his favor.

As the bartender scurried away to fulfill their drink order, Alfie looked at her again. “D’you want to go out with me?”

Her brows shot up in surprise. “You don’t waste any time, do you?”

“Not when I know what I want,” he returned easily.

Confidently.

But she couldn’t say she minded.

“Okay,” she answered before she could talk herself out of it.

“Yeah?”

“Yes. I’m free tomorrow.”

“Six tomorrow then, luv?”

“I’m in twenty-six.”

He nodded once and moved back to his feet just as the bartender was setting their drinks on the bar between them.

She expected him to walk away, not that he had her affirmation, but he stepped closer to her, making her look up at him, but Alfie merely leaned in close enough to press his lips against her jaw then said, “Sweet dreams, Vera,” before he was grabbing his drink and walking back to his booth.

Vera wasn’t often intrigued by men enough to agree to a date within five minutes of learning their name, but Alfie … she was almost sure he would be impossible to say no to.

ABOUT LONDON MILLER

With a degree in Creative Writing, London Miller has turned pen to paper, creating riveting fictional worlds where the bad guys are sometimes the good guys. Her debut novel, In the Beginning, is the first in the Volkov Bratva Series.

She currently resides in Atlanta, Georgia with her husband and two puppies, where she drinks far too much Sprite, and spends her nights writing.

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Get You Some by Lani Lynn Vale review!

Synopsis from Goodreads

You want some?

She snarls those words at him with barely concealed hostility the moment he arrives at her window to ask for her license and registration.

After a few choice words, he lets her go with not one ticket, but three.

Next time she should check the attitude at the door and realize that he’s a cop, and just doing his job.

Come get some.

Fast forward a week, and he’s still unable to think about anything else but her and her bad attitude—oh, and those sexy lips, angry eyes, and her promise to make his life hell.

Knowing he should stay away, he takes a step back and tries not to think about anything that has to do with those long legs, and that mouth that could be used for much better things than spewing venom.

Then she makes a mistake.

At an interview, she rattles off a random number to use as a reference for a job that she desperately needs, and that number just happens to be Johnny’s.

She’ll regret being so rude, and one day she’ll think twice when she decides to throw attitude toward a man like him.

Vowing to make her life hell, he decides to have a little fun.

Never get enough.

What he doesn’t expect is to fall for her.

The more Johnny learns about June, the deeper he digs his hole. Soon, he doesn’t know which way is up, and he’s just fine with that.

Over time, he learns that not everyone bothers to dig past her prickly demeanor and get to the woman that lives deeper.

When one too many citizens of Hostel, Texas tries to back her against the wall, he’s had enough.

After all, you don’t mess with what’s his.

My thoughts 💭

I love Lani Lynn Vale and this series! Johnny was tired of being treated like he’s fragile by his family so he decides to take a job in Hostel, Texas. June is hated by everyone in town because of the things her parents have done. Once I started reading I couldn’t stop! This couple is so cute but I hated when they wouldn’t communicate with each other! Like are y’all in a relationship after having sex or no? 😂 besides that I loved the book and would totally recommend it!

Annnndd I swear when June spelled adult to Johnny I immediately thought of Webbie’s independent song… I-N-D-E-P-E-N-D-E-N-T do you know what that means…😂😂😂😂

Stalked by Jamie Begley review!

Synopsis from Goodreads

There are some days it just doesn’t pay to get out of bed.

My girlfriend kicked me out. Then, even my dog didn’t want me, so he ran away. My boss fired me when I called to let him know I was going to be late. And to put the cherry on top of the crap sundae, I accidentally doused a woman in water who had more followers than brain cells.

As if becoming one of the most hated men in Queen City wasn’t bad enough, some lunatic was stalking the popular life coach I had soaked. The fucker should be running from Zoey, not watching, especially with me protecting her. Some fuckers must learn the hard way, and I’m going to be the one to teach him. You don’t mess with anyone who belongs to a Predator.

It was a perfect day … until I met Stump.

I found a new friend, reached half a million followers, and was on the brink of putting my past behind me when the crazy biker accused me of stealing his dog. To make matters worse, he then blamed me for people hating on him. He did that with no help from me. I don’t blame the dog for running away. I would, too, if I belonged to him.

My skills as a life coach don’t work on him. I might not be able to change the irritating Predator, but I’m not above using him to catch the one who wants me dead.

*WARNING*

This work of fiction is intended for mature audiences only. All sexually active characters portrayed in this ebook are eighteen years of age or older. Please do not buy if strong sexual situations, multiple partners, violence, child abuse, and explicit language offends you.

My thoughts 💭

I liked this book but Zoey was crazy there’s no other way to describe her. I’d say she was naive but how could she be when she’s a life coach🤷🏾‍♀️It seemed like Stump didn’t even like Zoey then he was in love and I was so confused.😂😂 When they finally stopped arguing and getting to their feelings I really enjoyed their story.

The Brute by Tarrah Anders review!

Synopsis:

Benjamin Adams.

He’s an ass!

But why?

People have said that once upon a time he was charming and one of the friendliest men around.

After a series of events, he became the owner of his father’s company and was no longer the nice young man that he used to be.

He was a beast!

Then she comes along and thaws him from his iciness.

She breathes new life into him, but revenge has its way of wanting to destroy him again.

My thoughts 💭

I loved Ben and Bella and enjoyed reading their story! Ben is a beast and Bella is his beauty! Ben is a jerk to everyone after being thrust into being CEO of Adams Enterprises after his parents death. Bella is the only assistant who has been able to stand his beast like ways. Bella was a little hesitant to start a relationship with her boss but their chemistry can’t be denied! This was a well written instalust romance with some very steamy scenes and I loved it!

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About Tarrah Anders

Meet Tarrah. She’s a contemporary erotic romancer who is all about the feels, with the twists of sexy mixed in between. She’s been writing since before she can remember. Writing has always been a passion, that was kept it under wraps, stayed on the backburner and never vocalized or followed through with my desire to be a writer, until she read a horrible book and thought: ‘I could do better than that!’
She is originally from the San Francisco Bay Area, but living in beautiful San Diego with her little family while working during the day as a social worker working with the homeless. She is a hardcore San Francisco Giants fan and anything dealing with cupcakes and zombies.

Her writing style is that she tries to keep on earth. She tries her best to not be too unrealistic with her characters, what they do and how they live. She wants her books to be relatable and not to create too many eye rolls.

She has written and self-published 10 books so far in her writing career. They’re all dual point of view aside from one story. She is currently working on several pieces but focusing on two mainly. Thematically, the novels are friends to lovers, random hook-ups and office romances mixed with a whole lot of fun in the middle.

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Cover Reveal: Ven by K. Webster & Ker Dukey!

Ven

by K. Webster & Ker Dukey
Publication Date: June 29, 2018
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Dark, Mafia, Romance

The Vetrov name comes with expectation.
My role in this world is simple: do as Father asks and live my life how he planned it.

My future is already written: run the empire.
Old Values. Old Rule. Old Money.
Until her.

Everything I do lacks purpose.
Everything I do is empty.
Women. Money. Power. It meant nothing.
Until her.

When the Volkov rose showed up at my home a disgraced package, hand-delivered by a Vasiliev prince, I began paving my own path.
I vowed to make her bloom once more.

She consumed me.
Her. Her. Her.

But you can’t love a rose and expect not to be damaged by her thorns.
She cut me too deep.
And I bled out.
My soul fled.
All that’s left is a cold, calculating monster.

I am Veniamin.
Volcanic. Victorious. Valiant. Vetrov.
When you enter my world to play games, prepare to lose.
In the end, I always find the thorn in my side, and I pluck it right out.

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About K. Webster

K Webster is the author of dozens romance books in many different genres including contemporary romance, historical romance, paranormal romance, and erotic romance. When not spending time with her husband of twelve years and two adorable children, she’s active on social media connecting with her readers.

Her other passions besides writing include reading and graphic design. K can always be found in front of her computer chasing her next idea and taking action. She looks forward to the day when she will see one of her titles on the big screen.

About Ker Dukey

My books all tend to be darker romance, edge of you seat, angst filled reads. My advice to my readers when starting one of my titles…prepare for the unexpected.

I have always had a passion for storytelling, whether it be through lyrics or bed time stories with my sisters growing up.
My mum would always have a book in her hand when I was young and passed on her love for reading, inspiring me to venture into writing my own. I tend to have a darker edge to my writing. Not all love stories are made from light; some are created in darkness but are just as powerful and worth telling.

When I’m not lost in the world of characters I love spending time with my family. I’m a mum and that comes first in my life but when I do get down time I love attending music concerts or reading events with my younger sister.

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From the author who brought you A Thousand Boy Kisses comes the new emotional novel, A Wish For Us.
A story of music. A story of healing. A story of love conquering all.

Nineteen-year-old Cromwell Dean is the rising star of electronic dance music. Thousands of people adore him. But no one knows him. No one sees the color of his heart.

Until the girl in the purple dress. She sees through the walls he has built to the empty darkness within.

When Cromwell leaves behind the gray skies of England to study music in the South Carolina heat, the last thing he expects is to see her again. And he certainly doesn’t expect that she’ll stay in his head like a song on repeat.

Bonnie Farraday lives for music. She lets every note into her heart, and she doesn’t understand how someone as talented as Cromwell can avoid doing the same. He’s hiding from his past, and she knows it. She tries to stay away from him, but something keeps calling her back.

Bonnie is the burst of color in Cromwell’s darkness. He’s the beat that makes her heart skip.

But when a shadow falls over Bonnie, it’s up to Cromwell to be her light, in the only way he knows how. He must help her find the lost song in her fragile heart. He must keep her strong with a symphony only he can compose.

A symphony of hope.
A symphony of love.
A symphony of them.

I let the rush of nicotine fill my lungs and closed my eyes. As my eyelids shut, I heard quiet music playing somewhere nearby. Classical. Mozart. My drunken mind immediately drifted off to when I was a little kid . . . “What do you hear, Cromwell?” my father asked. I closed my eyes and listened to the piece of music. Colors danced before my eyes. “Piano. Violins. Cellos . . .” I took a deep breath. “I can hear reds and greens and pinks.” I opened my eyes and looked up at my father as he sat on my bed. He was staring down at me. There was a funny expression on his face. “You hear colors?” he said. But he didn’t sound surprised. My face set on fire. I ducked my head under my duvet. My father pulled it down from my eyes. He stroked my hair. “That’s good,” he said, his voice kind of deep. “That’s very good . . .” My eyes snapped open. My hand started to ache. I looked at the bottle in my hand; my fingers were white as they gripped the neck. I sat up, my head spinning from the mass of whiskey in my body. My temples throbbed. I realized it wasn’t from the Jack, but from the music coming from further down the beach. I pushed my hair back from my face then looked to my right. Someone was only a few feet away. I squinted into the lightening night, summer’s early rising sun making it possible to make out the features of whoever the hell it was. It was a girl. A girl wrapped in a blanket. Her phone sat beside her, a Mozart piano concerto drifting quietly from the speaker. She must have felt me looking at her, because she turned her head. I frowned, wondering why I knew her face, but then—“You’re the DJ,” she said. Recognition dawned. It was the girl in the purple dress. She clutched her blanket closer around her as I replayed her accent in my head. American. Bible Belt was my guess, by her thick twang. She sounded like my mum. A smile tugged at her lips as I stayed mute. I wasn’t much of a talker. Especially when my gut was full of Jack and I had zero interest in making small talk with some girl I didn’t know at four in the morning on a cold beach in Brighton. “I’d heard of you,” she said. I stared back out over the sea. Ships sailed in the distance, their lights like tiny fireflies, bobbing up and down. I huffed a humorless laugh. Great. Another girl who wanted to screw the DJ. “Good for you,” I muttered and took a drink of my Jack, feeling the addictive burn slide down my throat. I hoped she’d piss off, or at least stop trying to talk to me. My head couldn’t take any more noise. “Not really,” she shot back. I looked over at her, eyebrows pulled down in confusion. She was looking out over the sea, her chin resting on her folded arms that lay over her bent knees. The blanket had fallen off her shoulders, revealing the purple dress I’d noticed from the podium. She turned to face me, cheek now on her arms. Heat zipped through me. She was pretty. “I’ve heard of you, Cromwell Dean.” She shrugged. “Decided to get a ticket to see you before I left for home tomorrow.” I lit up another cigarette. Her nose wrinkled. She clearly didn’t like the smell. Tough luck. She could move. Last time I checked, England was a free country. She went quiet. I caught her looking at me. Her brown eyes were narrowed, like she was scrutinizing me. Reading something in me that I didn’t want anyone to see. No one ever looked at me closely. I never gave them the chance. I thrived on the podium at clubs because it kept everyone far away, down on the dancefloor where no one ever saw the real me. The way she was looking at me now made nervous shivers break out over my skin. I didn’t need this kind of crap. “Already had my dick sucked tonight, love. Not looking for a second round.” She blinked, and even in the rising sun, I could see her cheeks redden. “Your music has no soul,” she blurted. My cigarette paused halfway to my mouth. Something managed to stab through my stomach at her words. I shoved it back down until I felt my usual sensation of numbness. I sucked on my cigarette. “Yeah? Well, them’s the breaks.” “I’d heard you were some messiah or something on that podium. But all your music comprised was synthetic beats and forced repetitive bursts of unoriginal tempo.” I laughed and shook my head. The girl met my eyes head-on. “It’s called electronic dance music. Not a fifty-piece orchestra.” I held out my arms. “You’ve heard of me. Said so yourself. You know what tunes I spin. What were you expecting? Mozart?” I glared at her phone, which was still playing that damn concerto. I sat back, surprised at myself. I hadn’t talked that much to anyone in . . . I didn’t know how long. I took in a drag, breathing out the smoke that was trapped in my chest. “And turn that thing off, will you? Who the hell goes to hear a dance DJ spin, then comes to a beach to listen to classical music?” The girl frowned but turned off the music. I lay back on the cold sand, closing my eyes. I heard the soft waves lapping the shore. My head filled with pale green. I heard the girl moving. I prayed she was leaving. But I felt her drop beside me. My world darkened as the whiskey and the usual lack of sleep started to pull me under. “What do you feel when you mix your music?” she asked. How the hell she thought her little interview was a good idea right now was beyond me. Yet, surprisingly, I found myself answering her question. “I don’t feel.” I cracked one eye open when she didn’t say anything. She was looking down at me. She had the biggest brown eyes I’d ever seen. Dark hair pulled off her face in a ponytail. Full lips and smooth skin. “Then that’s the problem.” She smiled, but the smile looked nothing but sad. Pitying. “The best music must be felt. By the creator. By the listener. Every part of it from creation to ear must be wrapped in nothing but feelings.” Some weird expression crossed over her face, but hell if I knew what it meant. Her words were a blade to my chest. I hadn’t expected her harsh comment. And I hadn’t expected the blunt trauma that she seemed to deliver right to my heart. Like she’d taken a butcher’s knife and sliced her way through my soul. My body itched to get up and run. To pluck out her assessment of my music from my memory. But instead I forced a laugh, and spat, “Go back home, little Dorothy. Back to where music means something. Where it’s felt.” “Dorothy was from Kansas.” She glanced away. “I’m not.” “Then go back to wherever the hell you’re from,” I snapped. Crossing my arms over my chest, I hunkered down into the sand and shut my eyes, trying to block out the cold wind that was picking up and slapping my skin, and her words that were still stabbing at my heart. I never let anything get to me like this. Not anymore. I just needed some sleep. I didn’t want to go back to my mum’s house here in Brighton, and my flat in London was too far away. So hopefully the cops wouldn’t find me here and kick me off the beach. With my eyes closed, I said, “Thanks for the midnight critique, but as the fastest-rising DJ in Europe, with the best clubs in the world begging for me to spin at their decks—all at nineteen—I think I’ll ignore your extensive notes and just keep on living my sweet as fuck life.”

Tillie Cole hails from a small town in the North-East of England. She grew up on a farm with her English mother, Scottish father and older sister and a multitude of rescue animals. As soon as she could, Tillie left her rural roots for the bright lights of the big city.

After graduating from Newcastle University with a BA Hons in Religious Studies, Tillie followed her Professional Rugby player husband around the world for a decade, becoming a teacher in between and thoroughly enjoyed teaching High School students Social Studies before putting pen to paper, and finishing her first novel.

Tillie has now settled in Austin, Texas, where she is finally able to sit down and write, throwing herself into fantasy worlds and the fabulous minds of her characters.

Tillie is both an independent and traditionally published author, and writes many genres including: Contemporary Romance, Dark Romance, Young Adult and New Adult novels.

When she is not writing, Tillie enjoys nothing more than curling up on her couch watching movies, drinking far too much coffee, while convincing herself that she really doesn’t need that extra square of chocolate.

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My One Regret by Claudia Burgoa review!

Synopsis from Goodreads

When he left her, he made the biggest mistake of his life. But now she might be gone for good.

Kaden Hades couldn’t handle touring with his rock band and a relationship— until he discovered Sadie, the love of his life. But when tragedy struck with his teenage daughter, Kaden broke off the engagement, swearing to put his kids first.

Then he gets the phone call. Sadie’s been in a car accident.

By the time he reaches her side, she is critical.

With Sadie in a coma, memories flood Kaden’s mind. Her kisses. And all the wonderful experiences they shared. The day it all went wrong…and Kaden made the biggest mistake of his life. Now, as her last line of defense against those who’ve given up hope, he’ll move heaven and earth to protect her.

Because she’s always had his heart—but if he loses her, his world will come apart

My thoughts 💭

This book gave me all the feels! I loved it! Kaden and Sadie are soulmates and their love will not be denied. Kaden messed up by letting go of Sadie instead of working through the problems but he did not give up trying to get her back and I loved every moment!

Melt For You by J.T. Geissinger review!

Synopsis from Goodreads

A wallflower gets seduction tips from a playboy athlete—until love changes the rules.

Socially awkward Joellen Bixby has a date every Saturday—with her cat, a pint of ice cream, and fantasies of the way-too-handsome Michael Maddox. She’d give anything to win over the unattainable CEO of her firm, but how can she when she blends in so well with her cubicle? The answer may be closer than she thinks.

Cameron McGregor is a cocky, tattooed Scottish rugby captain who just moved in next door. He’s not Jo’s type—at all—but the notorious playboy is offering to teach the wallflower everything he knows about inspiring desire. Though a lot of women have rumpled Cam’s kilt, Jo is special. Far from the ugly duckling she thinks she is, in Cam’s eyes she’s sharp, funny, and effortlessly sexy. Now, thanks to him, Jo is blooming with confidence and has the man of her dreams within reach.

Unfortunately for Cam, he’s just helped to push the woman of his dreams into the arms of another man—and now he’s in the fight of his life to keep this beauty from getting away.

My thoughts 💭

I loved this book so much I just may read it again! The whole time you thought Cam was helping Joellen snag her boss who she’s loved since she started working there but he’s really trying to get her to fall for him! OMG the feels! Cam cares about how Joellen sees herself and threatens to take her over his knee every time she says something bad about herself and since she’s determined to lose weight he starts her off running with him in the mornings and eat better. I swooned when he told her she was perfect the way she was!😂I loved how they went from enemies to friends to lovers! Even though Joellen started with her heart set on her boss she started falling for Cam and it was so sweet to read.

Burn For You by J.T. Geissinger review!

Synopsis from Goodreads:

The marriage is fake. But for a sassy chef and an arrogant billionaire, the sparks are real…

Jackson “The Beast” Boudreaux is rich, gorgeous, and unbelievably rude to the staff at Chef Bianca Hardwick’s New Orleans restaurant. Bianca would sooner douse herself in hot sauce than cook for Jackson again, but when he asks her to cater his fund-raiser, Bianca can’t refuse, knowing the cash will help pay her mother’s medical bills. Then Jackson makes another outrageous request: Marry me. The unconventional offer includes an enormous sum—money Bianca desperately needs, even if it does come with a contract—and a stunning ring.

The heir to a family bourbon dynasty, Jackson knows the rumors swirling around him. The truth is even darker. Still, he needs a wife to secure his inheritance, and free-spirited, sassy Bianca would play the part beautifully. Soon, though, their simple business deal evolves into an emotional intimacy he’s built walls to avoid.

As the passion heats up between them, Bianca and Jackson struggle to define which feelings are real and which are for show. Is falling for your fake fiancé the best happy ending…or a recipe for disaster?

My thoughts 💭

I so loved this well written enemies to lovers book! Bianca is a sassy mouthed chef and prepared to do anything to save her mother…even marry a rich beast like Jackson who’s willing to marry the beautiful woman to save his inheritance. Jax was a little mean with a temper but he had his reasons and he really was a sweetheart under all that surliness. I loved Bianca and how the things she says instead of cursing has me laughing 😂 I loved when they realized they had feelings for each other and wanted to live happily ever after…as much as I loved the main characters everyone else was so funny! I need a friend like Eeny! She’ll put a voodoo hex on you if you get on her bad side and make fun of you until you feel better. 😂

Release Day: A Wish For Us by Tillie Cole

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From the author who brought you A Thousand Boy Kisses comes the new emotional novel, A Wish For Us.
A story of music. A story of healing. A story of love conquering all.

Nineteen-year-old Cromwell Dean is the rising star of electronic dance music. Thousands of people adore him. But no one knows him. No one sees the color of his heart.

Until the girl in the purple dress. She sees through the walls he has built to the empty darkness within.

Bonnie is the burst of color in Cromwell’s darkness. He’s the beat that makes her heart skip.

A symphony of hope.
A symphony of love.
A symphony of them.

Tillie has now settled in Austin, Texas, where she is finally able to sit down and write, throwing herself into fantasy worlds and the fabulous minds of her characters.

Tillie is both an independent and traditionally published author, and writes many genres including: Contemporary Romance, Dark Romance, Young Adult and New Adult novels.

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