Release Date: March 18, 2021
Hood River Hoodlums, Book 3
by K Webster
Publication Date: June 25, 2020
Genres: Forbidden Enemies to Lovers Romance
From USA Today bestselling author K Webster comes a forbidden, enemies to lovers romance called Campfire Chaos!
I had it all.
Popularity. Good grades. Cheerleading. Doting family and great friends.
Until the wrong boy swept into my perfect world and destroyed every part of it.
Abuse. Drugs. Humiliation.
He trampled all over my reputation and I was powerless to do anything about it.
I couldn’t break free from his controlling hold.
But the night of the accident changed everything.
Now I’m freed at last.
It comes at a cost, though. I hurt a Hoodlum.
I can’t fix him, but I can fix me.
Without the monster in my life, I grow stronger, fiercer, braver.
I’m on the right track to cleaning up the mess that is my life.
Restoring trust with my family.
Healing from my recent, terrible past.
Everything was going to be okay.
Or so I thought.
Because I have a new problem.
Town’s lawless, gorgeous bad boy. A Hood River Hoodlum. My new nemesis.
He wants me to pay for what I did to his best friend.
Cal thinks I’m weak and an unworthy adversary, someone he can toy with.
But I’ll never allow another man to have that power over me.
I have claws now.
I fight back.
This is a full-length high school enemies-to-lovers, forbidden, and new adult romance with high angst, suspense, and gutting emotion. It’s book three in the Hood River Hoodlum series that will have interlinking storylines. Campfire Chaos shouldn’t be read as a standalone and is the continuation of a four-book planned series that gives each Hoodlum a book. The first book in the series is the only MM story. The others, including this one, are MF.
K Webster is a USA Today Bestselling author. Her titles have claimed many bestseller tags in numerous categories, are translated in multiple languages, and have been adapted into audiobooks. She lives in “Tornado Alley” with her husband, two children, and her baby dog named Blue. When she’s not writing, she’s reading, drinking copious amounts of coffee, and researching aliens.
by Cindy R. Wilson
Publication Date: March 3, 2020
Genres: Entangled: Teen, YA, Dystopian, Friends-to-Lovers, Romance
They call me the Scorpion because they don’t know who I really am. All they know is that someone is stealing from people with excess to help people with nothing survive another day.
But then a trusted friend reveals who I am—“just” Tessa, “just” a girl—and sends me straight into the arms of the law. All those people I helped…couldn’t help me when I needed it.
In prison, I find an unlikely ally in Pike, who would have been my enemy on the outside. He represents everything I’m against. Luxury. Excess. The world immediately falling for his gorgeous smile. How he ended up in the dirty cell next to mine is a mystery, but he wants out as much as I do. Together, we have a real chance at escape.
With the sting of betrayal still fresh, Pike and I will seek revenge on those who wronged us. But uncovering all their secrets might turn deadly…
Cindy began creating worlds as a kid, entertaining her siblings with spontaneous ghost stories before bed. She filled notebooks with novels and ideas and realized quickly she wanted to be a writer as an adult.
Now Cindy lives in the foothills of the Rocky Mountains and loves using Colorado towns and cities as inspiration for settings in her stories. She’s the mother of three girls who provide plenty of fodder for her YA novels.
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Blaze Townsend: I hate you.
Charisma Rossi: I hate you more.
She’s been expecting this ever since their latest showdown. She had good reason.
Hottest guy she’s ever seen.
Dumped her in front of her friends.
At her own party.
So no, she’s not about to forgive and forget just because he sits next to her in class.
He thinks all he has to do is turn on those baby blues, and she’ll melt right back into his arms. Please.She’d be crazy to let this cocky player affect her again. (Tell that to her body.)
Nerd girl with a dash of bad.
The one who got under his skin.
The one he cut loose.
Blaze knows she’s the riskiest prospect at Waylon University, but none of the interchangeable girls he hooks up with have ever made him feel the way she did. There’s absolutely no way he can have the girl and the game.
So why can’t he stop trying to win her back?
Can this wide receiver score the girl or will he make the biggest fumble of his life
My Thoughts 💭
I loved Charm and Blaze’s story! They went from hating each other due to insecurities and miscommunication to just taking a chance on love! They both had issues but when they finally overcame them it was the sweetest thing ever! This story was adorable and I enjoyed reading!
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“Need some help?”
I’m on my tiptoes when the question comes, trying to reach a book on the top shelf in the bookstore at the student center.
My heart does a nosedive off a cliff as that familiar gruff voice washes over me, his accent a smooth drawl that’s reminiscent of hot summer nights and slow kisses—kisses we never had…well, except for that one time freshman year.
I ignore him and try to grab the book.
“You’re too short. Let me,” Blaze says, this time closer, his voice soft.
I ease back on my feet and whip around, internally wishing I’d worn something more I hate you and don’t you wish you still had me, but sadly, I’m not in my kickass shoes and itchy dress. Today it’s flat-soled red Converse, black joggers, and a Yankees sweatshirt. I blow at a piece of hair in my face. Shit.
Of course, he looks magnificent in a tight long-sleeved black shirt that clings to his broad chest and tapered jeans molded to those leg muscles. His face is unshaven, the darkness on his jawline adding a broody look.
Curse him and his hotness.
I stare at him a little too long, until I snap out of it.
“I don’t need help,” My voice is strangled as I move to brush past him—forget the textbooks—but he reaches out and takes my elbow.
His fingers are a hot brand on my skin—it’s the first time we’ve touched in three months—and I pull away. A tremble starts in my legs. How dare he?It was one thing to see him in a social setting and pretend I was fine, but when we’re face to face without people watching… “Don’t put your hands on me. I’m not your hookup anymore, football player.”
His face reddens, and he drops his arms. “I didn’t mean—” he stops, not finishing as he studies my face.
I wonder what he sees. You know what he sees, Charisma—someone who wasn’t up to his usual standards.
Everything I didn’t say last night rushes out. “Didn’t mean to what? Dump me in the middle of my own sorority’s party in front of all my friends and half of campus? And you know, that’s totally fine. We both knew I wasn’t enough to keep your attention.”
His jaw clenches and he frowns, his brow furrowing. “I didn’t plan for things to happen that way.”
“How did you want to break up with me? Over candlelight? A text would have worked just fine,” I bite out.
The silence builds between us, and he watches me intently, as if trying to figure me out. He starts at my hair and works his way down to my feet, then comes back to my face. Just when I think I might combust from the intensity of his eyes, he looks away.
“What?” I cock my hip. “You look like you want to say something.”
He taps his hand against his leg. Ice-blue eyes, ones I used to stare into and get butterflies from, glitter down at me. “You just can’t handle that ended things, sweetheart.”
“Not your sweetheart.”
Shit…shit…my heart feels like an anvil just landed on it, heavy and hard, and I can’t breathe for a second at his words, part of me pissed, the other part devastated. I wanted to be his sweetheart, I did, but he…
You’re not my type.
“Thanks for the reminder,” I say quietly, my anger folding away piece by piece and slipping into that horrible self-pity I despise.
He closes his eyes and scrubs his face with those talented hands, strong and big and capable, skillful with a football.
He steps in front of me, much like he did last night, and I tilt my head back to take him in. At my height of five feet, three inches, it’s hard to glare at a guy who towers over you and not look ridiculous, but I manage—until his eyes flicker with lingering emotion.
I dart my eyes around the store, searching for a way out, but I’m stuck between him and a bookshelf. “You’re blocking my path.” I focus on his legs. No sexiness there—well, except for the tight muscles under that denim.
“This is what I know,” he says in a low voice, ignoring my statement. “You told me we were just messing around. You set all the rules. Isn’t that how you operate? So why does me ending things with you even matter?”
“You never asked for more. You could have.” The revealing words fall around us, tinged with hurt, and I want to pull them back.
The silence between us crackles, yet I’m aware of other people around us. There are a few girls on another aisle, and I glance over as one of them pulls out her phone. No doubt she’s taking a picture of him. Part of me retreats, anxious she’ll get me in that photo—a girl who clearly doesn’t belong. He doesn’t notice. Everyone knows who he is, and they’re probably wondering why he’s talking to me.
“No, I didn’t,” he finally says, the words taut as if pulled from him unwillingly. He taps his leg, his tell that he’s anxious or angry. We weren’t together long, but every moment we spent together, I studied him like a wine connoisseur given a glass of rare cabernet. I know what makes him laugh, usually random things that make no sense. I know that groan he makes deep in this throat when he slides inside me, like he’s home. I know the feel of his hand when he cups my face and stares at me, a hesitant expression on his face—
“You can’t even look at me anymore. I wonder why,” he says, his voice a challenge.
Steeling myself, I face those baby blues. “You know why. I wish we’d never met up last fall. I wish you’d never flirted with me. I wish I’d never fucked you that first time in the library—”
“Same page. Same fucking page, Charisma.” And then he’s walking away, broad shoulders swaying as he stalks down the aisle…
About Ilsa Madden-Mills
Wall Street Journal, New York Times, and USA Today best-selling author Ilsa Madden-Mills is best known for her angsty new adult romances and romantic comedies.
Eight of her eleven novels have placed in the Amazon Top 10 Best-seller List: Dirty English #1; Fake Fiancée and I Dare You #2; I Bet You, Filthy English, and Very Bad Things #6; Boyfriend Bargain #8; The Last Guy, her collaboration with Tia Louise, #4.
A former high school English teacher, she adores all things Pride and Prejudice, and of course, Mr. Darcy is her ultimate hero.
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One deep breath. Two slow blinks. Three hollow beats.
I’m still here.
After three years, that reminder isn’t as necessary. But everyone has their bad days. This is definitely one of them. Until an adorable little boy dashes into my store. His zest for life makes me smile in a way that’s been long lost. Then I meet his father.
Well, confront is more like it.
Brance Stone is volatile.
And can’t be bothered to care.
Not that I want him to. I get frostbite just looking into Brance’s glacial stare. But there’s something undeniable about him.
My misery suddenly craves company. The suffocating numbness lifts whenever Brance is near. That alone should have me running in the opposite direction. Try as I might, there’s no avoiding him. If only I could understand why. As if he’d let me.
I don’t ask. He doesn’t tell. A silent, bitter truce settles between us.
That was our first mistake.
It’s certainly not the last.
My Thoughts 💭
I enjoyed this book! Braelyn is mourning the loss of a loved one and isn’t really living. A cute little boy named Ollie comes into her store and soon brings his cynical but hot father with him and they change each other’s lives. Brance was a jerk but Braelyn made him just a little sweet. Ollie was the most adorable boy ever! This was a good read and I recommend giving it a try!
Length: 370 pages
Source: Kindle Unlimited
Dear Mr. Brisken,
How do I hate you?
Let me count the ways.
>I hate your smug, sexy millionaire face.
>I hate your cocky, skirt chasing, playboy ways.
>I hate working as your secretary—but, I love the pay. It almost makes dealing with you worth it.
>I hate how my friends call you a BILF, when really BILK (Boss I’d like to kill) is more appropriate.
>I hate that I need you to be my date for my best friend’s wedding because my ex-boyfriend, the King of Heartbreakers, and his new busty blonde girlfriend will be in attendance.
>But mostly, I hate how once the charade is over, I might not hate you at all . . .it was so much easier when you were the Boss I Love To Hate.
My Thoughts 💭
This was a funny enemies to lovers romance. I enjoyed Sonia and Brad’s story! I liked that everything wasn’t instant between them it was a nice build up. They gradually noticed different things they actually liked about the other and how they were feeling and I loved it. I definitely recommend this!
Survive a plane crash. Get marooned on a deserted island with a dirty, damaged alpha-hole. What could be worse?
They say there’s a fine line between love and hate.
I believe it.
Brash sure lives up to his nickname.
Impetuous and rude, the billionaire hotel developer can’t possibly offer me anything but a much-needed paycheck.
Except, everything changes when our plane crashes.
Not only do we have to face the dangers of this tropical island, we must also endure our growing attraction to each other.
The spoiled, self-entitled mafia princess isn’t all she appears.
Beautiful and alluring, Alyona also possesses an innocence that calls to something long buried.
That’s risky for a man like me and a woman like her.
I’m a dirty bastard at the best of times, and this isn’t the best of times.
The perils we face are pushing us together.
And keeping things professional is no longer an option once I’m set on making her mine.
We’ve survived a plane crash, but can we survive the island with our hearts intact?
SC Daiko, aka Siobhan, is an award-winning British author of fast-paced international bestselling contemporary romance and romantic suspense. Siobhan loves to swim in the sea, travel around Europe, sample different food and enjoy local wine. She has worked in the City of London and taught languages in a Welsh high school before moving to Italy, where she now lives with her husband and two cats. Nothing makes her happier than connecting with readers and fellow authors.
Length: 300 pages
Enemies make the best lovers.
It was a one night stand with her worst enemy. Ben Wilde was cocky, charming, and sexy as the best sin. He was also Courtney McKenna’s weakness. Every single inch of his muscled perfection was trouble and temptation. They’d sparred in the courtroom more times than she could count, and the tension between them had always been red-hot. One night should have been all she needed to get the guy out of her head and her dreams. Only…it wasn’t.
Because before Ben, life was easy. Life after Ben? Hot. Dark. And dangerous.
Courtney tries to fight her scorching desire for Ben even as they plan to face-off in court once again. Even as they fight for power. But once you cross some lines, there is no going back. And Ben doesn’t plan to let her go anywhere.
He’s had a taste, but Ben wants a whole lot more.
Ben Wilde has never believed that opposites attract, but there is something about button-downed, prim and proper Courtney that has always driven him wild. And when he gets her in his bed, the attraction he feels for her changes into a sensual obsession. Sure, they can be enemies in the courtroom, but in the bedroom, they are meant to be something else entirely.
Be careful what you want…
Someone out there doesn’t want Ben to have Courtney. Someone who will do anything to stop their attraction. But that predator in the dark is messing with the wrong man. When it comes to Courtney’s safety, Ben will break every rule in the book. He will stop pretending to be nice and show the world just how wicked and dangerous he can truly be. Because Courtney is his, and Ben will play dirty, he’ll play rough, and he will destroy anyone who threatens her.
My thoughts 💭
I enjoyed this book. Ben and Courtney were so cute. Courtney thinks Ben is her enemy but Ben doesn’t feel that way at all. When she’s in trouble Ben steps in immediately to keep her protected. It takes a little while for Courtney to realize Ben isn’t her enemy but her white knight and the one she can’t live without! I liked their chemistry. I enjoyed the other characters as well.
Length: 216 pages
An Enemies to Lovers/Boss’s Big Brother/Grumpy Fighter Pilot with a Heart of Gold Romance
Deacon Hunter is domineering. Condescending. Infuriating.
And yet I can’t seem to keep my panties on for five minutes when we’re alone together.
He keeps melting them right off. With that sexy voice, those confident hands, the way he brings my body wildly to life, he’s proved my libido hasn’t gone into permanent, post-divorce hibernation after all.
Surely there’s no harm in being enemies with benefits… Right?
When Violet Boden asks me to take her Divorce Virginity, the only thing I can think is–come again?
No, seriously, come again.
And again and again, until both of us are so satisfied we can’t remember the people who did us wrong.
Best if we keep conversation to a minimum, though, considering I drive her crazy. She drives me crazy sometimes, too. But she’s also sweet, loyal, fearless, and so much fun she’s making it damn hard not to fall for her.
But how to convince a woman who’s put me in the emotional no-fly zone that I deserve a place in her heart? Not just her panties…
My Thoughts 💭
I liked the book. I didn’t feel like it was enemies to lovers. It was more clashing personalities. Deacon and Violet got hot & heavy then she broke it off when she discovered who Deacon was. She decided they shouldn’t hook up but they continued to bump into each other and sparks flew every time. When they finally decided to throw caution to the wind they have a nice love story.