Crazy, Wicked Love by Melissa Foster

Scorching heat, laugh-out-loud humor, and swoon-worthy moments abound in this sexy new standalone romance by New York Times and Wall Street Journal bestselling author Melissa Foster.

What happens when the player gets played?
Sidney Carver has a big problem, and he goes by the name of Dwayne “Gunner” Wicked: six-plus feet of muscular, motorcycle-riding, animal-loving deliciousness. Gunner is her boss, roommate, and best friend. They’ve seen each other through life-altering injuries and unimaginable losses, and they work side by side at Wicked Animal Rescue, fulfilling their passion to save animals. Unfortunately, Gunner is also the man Sidney is in love with, and he’s the ultimate player. As her former military comrade, Gunner sees her as his buddy—just one of the guys. Sidney is at her wit’s end, ready to risk the friendship and job she adores for a chance at forever love with the man she can’t live without. Like any good marine, she comes up with a mission. Enter Operation Get My Guy.

Gunner loves his life. He has a family he adores, a brotherhood that always has his back, and a host of willing women to warm his bed. As the owner of Wicked Animal Rescue, he saves lives and works with his best friend, Sid, the coolest woman on the planet. When Sid concocts a crazy plan to win his cousin’s heart, Gunner reluctantly agrees to be her wingman and comes up with a plan of his own.

Practices heat up as roommates become teammates. Let the wicked fun begin…

No cheating. No cliffhangers. Guaranteed to melt panties and leave readers hopelessly in love with the sinfully delicious Wickeds.

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I can not get enough of these Wicked Boys! Another amazing read from Melissa and this book gave me the full range of emotions I expect from Melissa’s books! Gunner and Sidney have been best friends for what seems like forever. They work together, live together… so the next logical step would be fall in love. Right? The only problem is that Gunner treats Sid as one of the guys. He will never see her as an object of desire. That is until Sidney, after talking with friends, comes up with a plan to make Gunner jealous. A way to open his eyes with what’s right in front of him. Gunner and Sidney were made for each other. I think he always loved her, he just didn’t know how to move forward without the fear of losing Sidney forever. These two together were magical. I didn’t want this story to end.

The Assignment by Penelope Ward

From New York Times bestselling author Penelope Ward, comes a new standalone novel.

Reasons why I should not be drawn to Troy Serrano.

Number one: He’s obnoxious.
Number two: He and I were enemies over a decade ago in high school.
Number three: He’s my friend’s ex-boyfriend.
I could go on and on, really.

When my boss gives me an unwanted assignment and tells me it involves spending time with the grandson of one of our residents—the grandson turns out to be Troy. He’s now as successful as he is undeniably handsome.

Lucky me. Four hours a week of having to deal with his insufferable personality and unsolicited advice.
The only consolation is getting to stare at his annoyingly gorgeous face in between our many arguments.

Eventually, though, we slowly warm to each other and our outings become something I actually look forward to.

What’s happening to me?

Apparently, I misunderstood the assignment, because it certainly didn’t include thinking about Troy when I close my eyes at night, imagining what it would be like with him—just once. All the while hating myself for fantasizing about a guy who’s all wrong for me. A guy whose car I keyed back in the day.

(Long story, but he deserved it.)
That’s all this is—a fantasy.
Well, until that one night at the bar.

The night Troy and I run into each other, and all of our pent-up frustration comes barreling out.
Still, I refuse to accept that it means anything.
There’s no way the guy I’m supposed to hate is also the one I can’t live without.

The Assignment was a fun, sexy, and frustrating at times, enemies to lovers story that pulled me in right away. I loved the banter between Troy and Aspyn. Both holding grudges from things that happened in High School. Troy is the ex-boyfriend of Aspyn’s best friend and Aspyn in turn goes psycho on Troy to try and teach him a lesson. So when 11 years later they meet again through an assignment of Aspyn having to chaperone Troy while he visits his grandfather… Things get tense and funny at times as these two reconnect. Troy’s grandfather was a hoot. I loved him to pieces.

Both have grown up a lot in the 11 years since high school and both start to see the other in a whole new light. I really enjoyed this book a lot. Definitely a great quick read.

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Can’t Help Falling in Love by Libby Waterford

Keeping this staycation fling casual turns out to be impossible when you just can’t help falling in love.

Dr. Rosie Snyder doesn’t do vacations. Period. So when she’s ordered to take three weeks off, she’s at a loss until her best friend ropes her into fulfilling some bridesmaid duties by organizing an engagement party. Gus Cuevas, a cute gardener at the party’s venue, might be the perfect distraction.

When Rosie suggests Gus complete her vacation checklist with a fling, he quickly agrees. He knows the driven doctor would never fit into his live-for-the-now lifestyle of surfing, sunshine, and cerveza, but spending a few weeks with the beautiful brunette suits him just fine.

It’s not long before Gus realizes that three weeks together isn’t enough—he wants a lifetime. But Rosie’s not looking for happily ever after…even if it turns out she just can’t help falling in love.


Book one of a steamy new series about four bridesmaids at a Santa Barbara society wedding who form a pact to be Never a Bride. 

Rosie and Gus stole my heart.

This book was smartly written with a good pace that lets you get to know the characters who end up stealing a piece of your heart.

I just finished and my heart is soaring. Rosie and Gus were the perfect Hero and Heroine. They were relatable, witty, and I think just about anyone could relate to a small part of each of these characters. Rosie is a workaholic doctor with trauma from her past making her feel as if she’s not worthy of a healthy relationship. Gus is fighting with trying to prove himself to his family, that working at a Garden is more than just being a gardener.

What really pulled me into this story was that it really showed what a good healthy relationship is like. People agree people disagree, people can give space when asked and people can see you for who you are and not who they want you to be. Although there are some really spicy scenes between these two, I also love the “let’s just hang” moments where they really get to know each other. I loved how Rosie really gave herself over to her staycation and all that Gus could give to her as a friend and as a lover.

After I finished Can’t Help, I immediately went and bought the entire series! I can’t wait to dive into more of these characters. This book had me laughing and crying (both from laughter and sadness.) Can’t Help Falling was definitely a surprise for me and I’m so glad that the book was recommended to me.

Libby Waterford is obsessed with her pollinator garden, DIY fermentation, and writing swoony first kisses and hopeful happily ever afters. Her steamy contemporary romances mix witty banter and all the feels with a solid dollop of good old-fashioned sexual tension. Libby wrangles her two ever-growing sons and a husband in Fairfield County, Connecticut.

The former President of the Connecticut Chapter of Romance Writers of America®, Libby is also an instructor at the Westport Writers’ Workshop where she teaches classes on romance and genre fiction. She has participated in National Novel Writing Month every year since 2008 and is a six-time “winner.”

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The Spark (Excerpt Reveal)by Vi Keeland

Title: The Spark
Author: Vi Keeland
Genre:Standalone Contemporary Romance
Release Date: July 12, 2021

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I’m definitely getting too old for this.
I tossed a pile of mail on the couch and plopped down beside it. It was barely six o’clock, and I wouldn’t have minded climbing into bed and calling it a day. I needed a vacation from my four-day mini vacation. Thank goodness I’d scheduled myself a weekend to recover. My girls’ trip/early bachelorette party in Vegas for my friend Anna—the one where we were all going to relax by the pool and get spa treatments—had turned into all-night clubbing and almost missing my flight home earlier today because I’d overslept. It had definitely been a while since I drank more than two glasses of wine in the span of a week, and I was feeling my ripe old age of twenty-eight before the sun had even set this Friday night. Thank God I didn’t have to work tomorrow.
I briefly considered going the hair-of-the-dog route and sucking back a vodka cran while zoning out on Netflix, but then my phone rang, crashing me back to reality.
Dad flashed on the screen. I should’ve just gotten it over with and spoken to him, but I didn’t have the energy. Nonetheless, allowing myself to avoid the stress speaking to my father would inevitably cause reminded me of the other thing I needed to do that I’d been avoiding all afternoon. Laundry. One of my least-favorite tasks—mostly because it required me to sit downstairs in my building’s dingy basement laundry room. Up until a few months ago, I would start my laundry and come back forty-five minutes later to make the switch to the dryer. But that practice had come to a halt after one of my loads went missing—an entire load of wet bras and underwear. Who the hell stole wet clothes? At least nab dry ones. Nevertheless, it was an expensive lesson, and now I didn’t leave the basement until my clothes were washed and dried.
Sighing, I begrudgingly went to the bedroom, where my suitcase still sat on the bed, and unzipped it. I’d packed a linen skirt on top that I hadn’t wound up wearing, and I figured I’d hang it in the bathroom and hope the wrinkles worked themselves out over the course of a couple of steamy showers. I hated ironing almost as much as I hated doing laundry downstairs.
But when I flipped open the top of the suitcase, my linen skirt wasn’t on top. At first I thought my bag must’ve been selected for search, and things hadn’t been put back in order… Though the wingtip shoe I lifted was most definitely not mine.
I rummaged through the suitcase in a panic.
Slacks, running clothes, a men’s dress shirt… A sickening feeling washed over me, and I scrambled to look at the luggage tag. I’d never filled out the identification card inside, but the leather had my initials embossed on the outside.
And this one…had no initials.
Crap. Crap. Crap.
I’d grabbed the wrong bag off the luggage carousel. I started to sweat. All of my makeup was in that bag! Not to mention a week’s worth of my best outfits and shoes. I needed to get it back. Rushing to the kitchen, I grabbed my cell from the charger on the counter and Googled the number for the airline. After wading through a half-dozen prompts, I reached a recording.
“Thank you for calling American Airlines. Due to unprecedented call volume, your estimated wait time is approximately forty-one minutes.”
Forty-one minutes! I blew out a rush of air. Great. Just great.
In the meantime, while I waited on hold on speakerphone, listening to staticky music, it hit me that whoever’s luggage I had might very well have mine. I hadn’t even checked the luggage tag to see if, unlike mine, the identification information was filled in.
I zipped back down the hall to my bedroom.
Donovan Decker—kind of a cool name. And he lived here in the city! Thankfully, Donovan even had his phone number listed. It couldn’t be that easy, could it? I doubted it, but considering I still had forty minutes before I could speak to someone at the airline, I wasn’t losing much for trying. So I swiped to end my call. I started to punch in the numbers on the tag, and then decided to hit *67 first to make my number private. With my luck, the guy wouldn’t have my luggage, but he’d be a total creeper.
I was caught off guard when a man’s deep voice answered on the first ring. I hadn’t yet figured out what I was going to say.
“Uhhh. Hi. My name is Autumn, and I think I might have your luggage.”
“That was quick. I just hung up with you guys two minutes ago.”
He must’ve thought I was calling from the airline. “Oh, no. I don’t work for American. I traveled home this morning and must’ve grabbed the wrong bag at JFK.”
“What are your initials?”
“My initials?”
“Yeah, you know, the first letter of your first name and the first letter of your last name.”
I rolled my eyes. “I know what initials are. I just don’t understand why you would ask—Oh! Does that mean you have my luggage? I have my initials embossed on the luggage tag.”
“That depends on what your initials are, Autumn. The first letter matches.”
“My initials are AW.”
“Well, then it seems you are indeed the thief who clipped my luggage.”
Sure, I hadn’t checked my luggage tag, but it offended me that he was calling me a thief. “Wouldn’t we both be thieves? Since you’re in possession of my luggage?”
“I only took yours because it was the last one left rotating around the carousel. You see, unlike you, checked the luggage tag the first time it passed, and when I saw it wasn’t mine, I left it for the rightful owner to claim. But the line at baggage customer service was twenty deep, and I had a meeting I was already late for. So I took the one I have hostage until the airline could sort it out.”
My shoulders slumped. “Oh. Sorry.”
“It’s fine. Are you here in the City?”
“I am. Could we possibly meet to swap bags?”
“Sure. When and where? I’m out now, but I’ll be back in an hour or two.”
The tag had an address on the Upper East Side, but I lived on the West Side, farther downtown. “Could we meet at the Starbucks on 80th and Lex?” That was closer to him, but at least I’d only have to drag the suitcase onto one subway.
“I can’t think of any excuse not to. What time?”
That was sort of a weird way to phrase a yes, and the way he emphasized the word excuse seemed odd. But hey, I was getting my bag back. So what if he turned out to be a little strange? At least I’d hidden my phone number, and we were meeting in a public place.
“How about eight?”
“I’ll see you then.”
It sounded like he was about to hang up. “Wait…” I said. “How will I know it’s you?”
“I’ll be the one holding your luggage, Autumn W.”
I chuckled. “Oh, yeah. Sorry…long week in Vegas.”
I bent and lifted the shoe from the top of the bag. Ferragamo. Expensive. And big, too. A quick peek revealed it was a size thirteen. The inner teenager in me couldn’t help but think big feet, big…. Plus, the guy had a deep, sexy voice. I would definitely be exploring more of the dude’s luggage after we hung up.
“I’ll meet you at eight,” he said.
“See you then.” I was just about to swipe my phone off when something hit me. Oh God! “Hello? Wait…are you still there?”
It took a heartbeat or two, but the sexy voice came back on the line. “What’s up?”
“Ummm… Did you…open my bag?”
“I unzipped it at the airport to make sure it wasn’t mine when I noticed the luggage tag initials.”
“Did you…see anything?”
“There was a pink thong on top, so that pretty much sealed the deal that it didn’t belong to me. But I didn’t rummage through, if that’s what you’re asking.”
I forgot I’d shoved that thong in at the last minute. It had been at the back of a drawer when I’d checked the hotel room one last time on my way out. But I’d take him seeing my underwear over the other stuff inside my bag. I blew out a sigh of relief. “Okay, that’s great. Thank you. I’ll see you at eight at Starbucks.”
“Whoa. Hang on a second—not so fast. You sounded pretty nervous that I might’ve gone through your bag. Are you hiding something sinister in there? I’m not going to be walking around with a suitcase full of drugs or something, am I?”
I cracked a smile. “No, definitely not. I just…I’d prefer if you didn’t go through it.”
“Did you rummage through mine?”
I glanced at the shoe in my hand. Taking out one measly piece of footwear wouldn’t be considered rummaging, right? Nah. “No, I didn’t.”
“Are you planning on it?” he asked.
I had no idea what the man looked like, yet I could tell by his voice that he was smiling now.
“Nope,” I lied.
“Alright. Then we have a deal. I won’t go through your bag, and you won’t go through mine.”
“Okay. Thank you.”
“Do I have your word on that, Autumn W? I might have some things I’d prefer you didn’t see in there.”
“Like what?”
He chuckled. “See you at eight.”
After we hung up, I tossed the shoe back into the suitcase and bent to close it. But as I reached for the zipper, my curiosity got the best of me. Was he just screwing with me, or did he really have something in here he didn’t want me to see? Of course, I knew what I had in mine, which made me extra curious.
I shook my head and started to pull the zipper closed. About halfway, I laughed out loud. Who was I kidding? Now that I didn’t have laundry to do, I had almost a full two hours to kill before I met Mr. Bigfoot. This suitcase would taunt me all that time. I’d most certainly give in eventually, so why not put myself out of that misery and just take a little look-see inside now? Then I’d be able to relax. He’d never know I hadn’t lived up to my end of the bargain. Not to mention, for all I knew, he was elbow deep in my suitcase right now. In that case, it would only be fair that I got to go through his, right?
I nibbled my lip for a few seconds as a wave of guilt washed over me. But I quickly forced that out of my mind. Of course I’m right.
Feeling justified now, I unzipped the suitcase and took a minute to mentally note how everything was packed: a white dress shirt was folded on top, and two shoes were set on either side, heels facing up. I carefully unpacked those and placed them on the bed next to the suitcase in the same order. The next layer had more folded clothes: two expensive dress shirts, a pair of sweats, boxer briefs, and a few T-shirts, one of which had something emblazoned on the front—familiar lettering that began HA—so I unfolded it to see what it said. Harvard Law.
Ugh. One of those. No wonder he could afford Ferragamo shoes.
Underneath the pile of clothes was a white laundry bag—the kind a hotel gives you to put your dry cleaning in, but most people used it to separate their dirty clothes. With no desire to sort through smelly socks, I started to fold the clothes back into the suitcase, feeling a twinge of disappointment. But when I smoothed out the layers of the pile, I felt something lumpy and hard underneath in the plastic laundry bag. So I took the clothes back out and looked inside, hoping to find…I’m not sure what. Though what I found was definitely not what I expected.
The bag was filled with at least twenty or thirty of those little shampoo bottles hotels give out. Actually, a closer inspection revealed some were conditioner and a few were moisturizer. Buried on the very bottom were also three little sewing kits and half-a-dozen toothbrushes wrapped in plastic—the kind you could get at the front desk of a hotel when you forgot yours.
What the heck had Mr. Bigfoot done? Rob a housekeeping cart? This kind of stuff, though a lesser quantity, is what you’d usually find in my suitcase since I was broke all the time. But it wasn’t the type of thing you’d expect in the suitcase of a man who had gone to Harvard and wore seven-hundred-dollar dress shoes.
Now I was even more curious to meet Donovan Decker.


I arrived at Starbucks almost twenty minutes early, so I went online to treat myself to a flat white with honey almond milk. Even ordering it had me salivating, thinking about the sweet, creamy drink. Expensive coffee was my indulgence, but it didn’t happen too often with the five-dollar price tag and my skimpy budget.
I stood at the end of the counter, waiting for my drink and mindlessly scrolling on my phone, when a man walking through the front door caught my attention.
Oh, wow.
Now that was one good-looking man. Describing him as merely tall, dark, and handsome didn’t cut it, not by a mile. Jet-black hair framed a magnificent face with a chiseled, masculine bone structure, full lips, and a Romanesque nose. I wasn’t the only one to notice, either. I watched as the Adonis took a step back outside to hold the door open for a woman exiting the store, and the poor lady caught one glimpse of him and literally tripped over her own feet.
Seemingly oblivious that he’d caused the incident, he extended a hand to help her up, flashed a killer smile, and strolled inside. His bright blue eyes scanned the room, stopping right on my ogling ones. Embarrassed at being caught, I quickly diverted my attention back to my phone. A few seconds later, I was still pretending to be enraptured by my screen when footsteps came to a halt in front of me. I glanced up and blinked a few times. The guy from the door flashed a crooked smile.
“Were you able to control yourself?”
My forehead wrinkled. “Excuse me?”
His eyes danced with mirth, and his voice lowered. “I bet you couldn’t.”
I stared at him for an awkward moment before finally shaking my head. “What on Earth are you talking about?”
The man’s brows furrowed. “We made a deal, remember? I wouldn’t go through yours, if you didn’t touch mine?”
I’d watched the man walk in, stood right in front of him staring for at least a solid minute, and it took until now for me to notice he had something in his hand.
“Oh my God. You have my suitcase!”
He laughed but still looked perplexed. “What did you think I was talking about?”
“I…I don’t know. I was thoroughly confused.”
“I thought you saw me walk in.”
I did. But I hadn’t made it past your face. “No, I hadn’t noticed. Sorry. I guess I was just zoning out.”
The barista behind the counter yelled my name. I was glad for an excuse to put some distance between this guy and me. I needed a moment to gather my wits. Though when I returned, I still felt a little off-kilter.
“Thank you for meeting me to swap suitcases,” I said. “I’m really sorry I took the wrong one.”
“No problem.”
I rolled his case forward and released the handle. But the Adonis didn’t do the same. In fact, he pulled my bag closer to his side.
“Before we switch…” He tilted his head and studied my face. “I’m curious to know if you kept your word.”
I mimicked his pose and tilted my head. “What if I say I didn’t?”
“Well, then you’d have to pay a penalty for violating the terms of our deal.”
I raised a brow, intrigued. “A penalty?”
He nodded. “That’s right. There’s a penalty.”
I laughed as I lifted my coffee for a sip. “I just got back from a girls’ weekend in Vegas. Pretty sure this overpriced drink just used up the last five dollars in my bank account.”
“I wasn’t referring to a monetary penalty.”
“What kind of a penalty, then?”
He stroked the stubble on his chin for a moment. “You’d have to have coffee with me.”
Did this guy really think that would be a hardship? I debated how to answer. If I told the truth, it would be embarrassing. I mean, I went through the man’s personal belongings. But the flipside was I’d get to check him out some more over coffee. Then again, I’d be agreeing to spend time with a complete stranger. Though…whenever I met a guy online, I usually met him at a coffeehouse, and I probably knew more about this guy after going through his suitcase than I would from an online chat. Not to mention, none of my online dates had looked like Donovan Decker lately. In fact, none had made it further than coffee in a while.
Adonis had been watching my face as I debated my answer. His smirk made me think he already knew I’d checked out his bag. So, what the hell?
I stood tall and met his stare. “Was the lady from housekeeping harmed in the robbery?”
His eyes narrowed for a heartbeat, but then a giant smile spread across his face. He held his hand out toward the seating area. “After you, Autumn W.”


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Finding Ronan’s Heart by Melanie Moreland

Get ready to meet the next generation of BAM

Finding Ronan’s Heart by Melanie Moreland 



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“The boys.” 

“The Callaghan Triplets.”

“Three of a kind.”

All his life, Ronan Callaghan has been part of a group. Always looking out for his brothers. Never seen as an individual or judged on his own merits.

When his brothers veer onto their own path, he finds himself alone. Restless. 

Then he meets her. 


A waitress who sees him just for himself. None of the trappings of his wealth or family. 

A woman who only wants to know him—Ronan.

She captures his heart, but how will she feel when she discovers the truth he’s holding back? 

Can he show her the man he really is?

That he would rather be hers than anything else?

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I am loving this next generation with the ABC Corp. Ronan absolutely stole my heart.

It’s hard being a triplet. Especially in a family like Ronan’s. So I can understand his need to hide his family and just be the normal guy falling in love with a normal girl. And Ronan is a good guy. A guy with heart and compassion.

Beth has had it hard. Trying to raise her brother, finish school, just trying to make a life that is comfortable. And she’s been hurt in the past but so has Ronan.

These two were made for each other. They had such an ease between the two of them. They had the right chemistry and magnetism that makes a reader giddy. I love a good insta love and this story was all that and more. So much heart to both Ronan and Beth. I loved every word coming off the page.

I will always one-click Melanie’s books. She is one of my all-time favorite authors and I can’t wait for more in this series.


New York Times/USA Today bestselling author Melanie Moreland, lives a happy and content life in a quiet area of Ontario with her beloved husband of thirty-plus years and their rescue cat, Amber. Nothing means more to her than her friends and family, and she cherishes every moment spent with them. 

While seriously addicted to coffee, and highly challenged with all things computer-related and technical, she relishes baking, cooking, and trying new recipes for people to sample. She loves to throw dinner parties, and also enjoys traveling, here and abroad, but finds coming home is always the best part of any trip. 

Melanie loves stories, especially paired with a good wine, and enjoys skydiving (free falling over a fleck of dust) extreme snowboarding (falling down stairs) and piloting her own helicopter (tripping over her own feet.) She’s learned happily ever afters, even bumpy ones, are all in how you tell the story.


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Forbidden by Karla Sorenson

No man has ever been able to rattle Isabel Ward. Until Aiden Hennessy walks in the door of her gym—ownership papers in hand. 

The former fighter is a lot of things- a devoted single dad, a widower trying to start over, and a watchful presence that knocks her off her very capable feet. 

To make matters worse, Isabel had a crush on him for the entirety of her teenage years. Doodles in her diary, and letters declaring her admiration—while never sent—haunt the absolute crap out of her now that she has to face him every single day. 

She’s not the only one affected. 

No woman has tempted Aiden to move on from the memory of his wife—until Isabel. But she’s too young, too feisty, too much of everything he should avoid. 

Working together makes avoidance impossible, and so is pretending like the blistering chemistry between them doesn’t exist. 

Now that the unshakeable woman is shaken and the un-temptable man is tempted, Isabel and Aiden have to decide what they’re willing to risk for a taste of the forbidden. 

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OMG I didn’t want this book to end because it’s the last in the series (well at least of the sisters) Isabel was the sister I was waiting for and Karla saved the best for last!

TALK ABOUT A SLOW BURN!!!! These two at times I wanted to scream COME ON!!! GET ON WITH IT!!! but seriously this one tugged at the heartstrings the most.

When Isabel’s teenage crush ends up buying the gym she works for, she doesn’t know if she’ll be able to survive.

Aiden Hennesey is just trying to live his life as a single dad now. After the death of his wife, he moves back home to have a steady life for his daughter Anya. He never expected Isabel and the feelings she invoked in him.

Anya and Emmitt stole the show at times during the read – giving some much-needed relief to the intense sexual tension between the two adults. But once I dove into this book I just couldn’t put it down. I woke up in the middle of the night having to finish it.

The book lived up to all the expectations I had for Isabel and I can’t wait to see what comes next in the spin-off series for the next generation.

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Well, let’s see … I’m a wife and a mother. If the things that I write bring a smile to someone’s face, then I’ve done my job.  I am obsessed with Outlander (both the books and the show). I’m almost exclusively a romance reader, which means some people will never consider me a literary snob. If I could meet one historical figure, it would be Jane Austen. I received my Bachelors in Public Relations and worked in health care marketing before I had my babies. I hate Twitter. I do it, but I hate it. Also, if you want to get on my good side, bring me wine and I’ll love you forever. 

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Talk Hockey to Me by Kelly Jamieson

Talk Hockey to Me, an all-new swoon-worthy, hockey romance from USA
Today bestselling author Kelly Jamieson is available now!

They can resist their attraction…until their hearts rocket them across the blue line.


Timing. Hockey careers are made or broken on it, and mine has taken an exceptionally broken road. I’m not a star. I’m a grinder, I work hard, and I’m finally at the point I can put the past behind me and get the fat, long-term contract I deserve.

But my agent—the man who stuck by me through every crash and burn—has had a heart attack. I need another agent now, or my one chance for the good money will slip through my fingers. Kate’s a rookie, but she loves the game like I do, so I pick up the phone. And I wonder if she remembers that one night in Cancun as vividly as I do.


Hockey. All my life I’ve lived it, breathed it, played it. Now it’s my business. As an agent, I’m tied to my phone at all hours, but nothing prepared me to hear Hunter’s voice. The last time I saw him—three years ago—there was a lot of bare skin and horny hormones involved.

I’ve handled it all in my short career—sexism, harassment, being broke, being laughed at. Resisting the attraction between us should be easy. Until it isn’t. And Hunter’s past shakes his confidence hard enough that he could make the worst decision at the worst possible time…

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Book Excerpt

We walk into the bright and sunny apartment. Being a corner unit, it has lots of windows, and the décor is light and airy, all pale gray and white. “Cute place,” I say.

“Thanks. It’s tiny but I love the neighborhood.”

“It looks like you.”

Kate gives me a skeptical look.

“Organized. Tidy. Modern.”

She gives me a long, impassive look. “That’s me, huh? Tidy?”

Shit. There I go again. I called her tough that night and I think she was insulted. Now I’ve done it again.

“Well, not right now,” I admit, eyeing her sweaty hair and face.

That probably didn’t make it better.

“You’re not wrong.” She sighs and sets the bear head on the small island. “Okay, help me get this off. I really need to pee now.”

We wrestle her out of the costume, and I try not to notice that I’m touching her. Under the getup, she’s wearing a thin tank top and a pair of tiny, tight black shorts. I swallow hard.

One hand grazes her bare arm. Then her thigh. I hear her sharp intake of breath and my gaze lands on her nipples, now hard and poking against her bra and tank top. Christ.

I kneel to help her step out of the costume. She sets a hand on my shoulder for balance and lifts one long, sleek leg. I want to run my hands up and down her leg so badly my palms tingle. My dick is pushing aggressively against the fly of my jeans.

I look up at her. She’s watching me, her lips parted, her eyes pupils dilated. A flush stains her cheeks and she catches her bottom lip between her teeth.

Daringly, I set my hands on her calf and she pulls the other foot free of the fur garment. I slide my hands around the back of her firmly muscled calves, and then up to the backs of her knees. She shivers. “Hunter…”

She’s not stopping me. I glide my hands up the backs of her thighs, then over the little shorts to cup her ass. I straighten my legs and stand, pulling her closer. Bending my head, we’re nearly nose to nose. Her eyelashes flutter. Our mouths are so close… “Kate.”

She pulls back, her eyes full of regret. “Hunter. We can’t do this.”

I close my eyes at the stab of disappointment. “Right. Right. Sorry.”

“Also, I still have to go to the bathroom.” She darts away from me and into the bathroom, slamming the door shut.

I lean against her kitchen island, sweating, breathing hard. My heart is galloping. Jesus. I fucked up. Why did I touch her like that? What the fuck is wrong with me?

My Thoughts

I think Kate and Hunder are my favorites out of the series so far. This book was so much fun but also tugged on the heartstrings making this a perfect read.

Hunter has always been a little on the lone side of hockey. He does his job, keeps his head down and tries every day to be better to move up to be the star he was meant to be. So when he finds himself at the end of his contract with his current team and his agent has a heart attack, taking him out of the negotiations – he turns to the one person he knows will be on his side. Kate.

Kate is his old college best friend and the girl that got away, although she never knew of the feelings he had for her. But he hasn’t seen her since the night he left to join the NHL and it’s been a long while. Seeing her brings back the feelings, but he has a job to pursue and he can’t be thinking about what was lost, he needs to be looking to what’s ahead for him. But as the magnetic pull from the past makes an appearance in the now… will he be able to resist the gorgeous Kate and keep his head in the game?

These two were perfect! Both had things from the past the other had no clue about and as they started to reconnect it was like magic. They were meant for each other but they both had a job to do and would that cause a wedge in between them again like it did in the past?

Such a great read! I love this series and we get to have a little cameo from our couples from books 1 and 2. If you love sports romance this a must read for you!

About Kelly Jamieson

Kelly Jamieson is a USA Today bestselling author of over fifty romance novels and novellas. She writes the kind of books she loves to read–sexy romance with heat, humor and emotion. Her writing has been described as “emotionally complex”, “sweet and satisfying” and “blisteringly sexy”. She likes coffee (black), wine (mostly white) and shoes (high!). She also loves watching hockey. She is the author of the popular Heller Brothers Hockey series, Aces Hockey series, and the Rule of Three trilogy. 

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Love or Lust Part Three by Rachael Brownell

I’ve made my choice. 

But with two weeks left to go, the game isn’t over, and anything could happen.

Love or Lust: Part Three, the stunning conclusion in the all-new Love or Lust Trilogy

from Rachael Brownell is available now! 

The competition is heating up, lines are being crossed, and I’m pulling out all the stops to get what I want. To be the one left standing with the man of my dreams by my side.

Lennon and Jace are both still after my heart. The final prize. Love.

I think I’ve already won the game.

I may not have come here for a second chance at love, but that’s what I found. Now to find a way to hold onto it until the cameras stop rolling.

But reality isn’t always what it seems, especially on TV. And now that my heart’s on the line, the stakes have never been higher.

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I am so addicted to this series and I absolutely loved how it ended! As we come down to the wire and Presley picks which guy has won her heart – she needs to remember that there is still two weeks left of the game and anything could happen.

This was such a fun and exciting little series that kept me on my toes and had me guess what was real and what was done for the game. I loved all the characters and especially Lennon, Jace and Presley. I was just as confused as Presley at times because both guys had such great qualities. But I was extremely happy with who she ended up ultimately choosing.

If you are looking for an original fun, hot and steamy read – Pick up this series!!

About Rachael

Rachael Brownell is an award-winning author of young adult and new adult romance.

Rachael lives in Michigan with her husband, son, snuggly dog, and hateful cat. She moonlights as a bartender a few days a week (her excuse to get out of the house and socialize) and writes almost full time. Her first book was published way back in 2013 and since she’s released 30 additional titles. She writes all kinds of romance – dark, sexy, sweet.

When she’s not writing her next novel, you can find her hanging out with her family, watching her son play baseball, or running on the treadmill at the gym (though she skips more days than she goes). She also enjoys golfing but is still learning, so if you see her on the course… stand back.

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Replay by Amy Daws

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Anyone can fall for their brother’s best friend. I fell for his enemy.

Football club lawyer, Santino Rossi is known in the locker room as the two-month chump. For years he’s been on a mission to find someone he can share his basil plant with and cure him of his former playboy ways. 

Tilly Logan is a fiery, Scottish lass who didn’t bat an eye five years ago when a smoldering Italian pulled her into a nightclub bathroom. He was dark, dangerous, and exactly the good time Tilly was looking for—even if he worked for her over-protective brother’s team. 

But a lot has changed and when Tilly returns to London five years later only to find herself trapped in an elevator with the smoldering Italian, it isn’t a happy reunion. Especially because her brother blames Santino for her high tailing it back to Scotland in the first place. 

Tilly doesn’t want a replay of past mistakes and reconnecting with Santino is playing with fire.

But if they keep their relationship a secret, it could be worth the burn.


“Heading out already?” Tilly’s voice croaks, wavering slightly at the end as she stands behind me in the lift. 

I exhale slowly, trying to calm my temper. Is it actually anger I’m feeling? No, no, that would be too easy. It’s more than that. Deeper. 

It’s hurt. 

Tilly Logan managed to fucking wound me in a way no woman ever has before. 

“Yes,” I clip, staring up at the floor numbers as they tick downward at a snail’s pace. 

Don’t engage, Santino. Don’t engage. It’s not worth it. Just wait for the lift ride to be over so you can both get the hell out of here.

“Didn’t like the band?” 

“Band was fine.” 

“Early meeting tomorrow morning?” 

“Nope.” Just leave me alone, Tilly. You don’t want me to drop truth on you right now. 

A few seconds of silence before, “Then why leave so early?” 

“Why are you leaving early?” I snap, unable to hide the annoyance in my voice. I glance over my shoulder and add icily, “You’re usually up for a good party.” 

“The same could be said for you,” she retorts, her eyes narrowed in challenge. 

I bark out a laugh. “It’s funny how things change, isn’t it?” 

Suddenly, the lift stalls, and the lights go black leaving only the red emergency bulb illuminating the small space. 

“What the fuck?” Tilly shrills, and we both look over at the lift panel to see that we’ve stopped. “What’s happened?” 

“I don’t know.” Stepping up to the keypad, I press the emergency call button. 

“Oiy, can I help you?” A voice crackles through the small speaker. 

“Yes, our lift just stopped, and the emergency light came on,” I reply crisply. 

“Yes, we can see that. Our repairman will head up right now to see what all the fuss is about.” 

“Fuck,” Tilly mutters and then steps forward. “Can we get out and walk down?” 

“You want to walk down fifty floors in that?” I point at her dress and shoes, my irritation ratcheting up to a whole new level as I realise she would rather hoof it down a million flights of stairs than be stuck in this lift with me. 

“You’re stuck between two floors, Miss, so that won’t be possible. No worries, though. We’ll do our very best to get you out as soon as possible.” 

“Oh my God,” Tilly groans when the speaker shuts off. Turning, she runs her hands through her long hair. “This is awful.” 

“Calm down,” I grumble, not able to control the disdain in my voice as I watch her shift nervously in the small space. “I won’t be bothering you.” 

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Amy Daws is an Amazon Top 13 bestselling author of sexy, contemporary romance novels. She enjoys writing love stories that take place in America, as well as across the pond in England. When Amy is not writing in a tire shop waiting room, she’s watching Gilmore Girls, or singing karaoke in the living room with her daughter while Daddy smiles awkwardly from a distance. 
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Love or Lust Part 2 by Racheal Brownell

What’s a girl to do when she has two gorgeous men after her heart?

Love or Lust: Part Two, the second installment in the all-new Love or Lust Trilogy from Rachael Brownell is available now! 

Kissing them both sounds like a bad idea. Under normal circumstances, it would be. But when you’re part of a reality TV show, you do things you never would otherwise. Because in order to win the game, you find a way to stay for as long as possible.

Jace and Lennon are my ticket to the finals.

One of them might even be my second chance at love.

The problem is the more time I spend with them, the more I’m starting to develop feelings. For both of them.

I can only choose one.

But which one is the right choice?

They’ve made their intentions clear and it’s time to decide… before someone is sent home.

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I can hear the sound of paintballs hitting the trees and obstacles on the course. Then I hear Kyra yelp and scream out a curse. I can’t help but peer around the corner, catching sight of the bright blue on her chest. She’s out. Damn, that was fast.

As I’m watching her jog off the course, I spot Drake hiding behind a nearby tree and fire off two rounds, hitting him square in the back. Shaking his head, he throws a middle finger in my general direction before he runs off. Lennon pats me on the back and points to where Milo is sneaking around the back side of a large metal pipe.

Kneeling, Lennon takes the shot, and pink covers the front of Milo’s knee seconds later. He looks up to see Lennon waving at him. He’s awarded a middle finger the same way I was.

I guess people don’t like to be eliminated. 

Next to go is Bella, followed quickly by Natasha. I avoid a shot from Teegan, jumping behind the tree just in time. Courtney takes out Teegan but is so excited, she doesn’t see Gage sneak up behind her, and he takes her out right after. She doesn’t seem to care. She’s still excited she hit a shot.

Too bad for Gage I saw where he came out from. He’s been hiding this entire time. I think he knew I was gunning for him. Either that, or he was afraid everyone was going to shoot at him after yesterday. And he should be concerned. We all want to take him out. I was actually kind of hoping Kyra would get the chance to exact a little revenge, but that didn’t happen, so I’ll take it.

He moves his leg just enough in the open, allowing me to take a chance. I nail him in the thigh. He lets out a loud growl, jumping out from the bush he was hiding in, looking around for who shot him. His thigh is hidden in the bush still, the pink paint not visible to Jace who sneaks up on the other side of him and shoots him in the back.

“Fuck you, dude! I was already out,” Gage curses, stomping off in true Gage fashion.

Jace ducks out of sight but not before winking at me. He knew Gage was out. That’s fantastic.

Lennon shoots Callen, but then Lennon is immediately shot by Jace. Lennon apologizes as he jogs off, leaving me to face off with Jace. I’d been paying attention to where he was all game, trying not to be the one to take him out, but now I have no choice. I want to win and, knowing he is all that stands between me and victory, I have to put my game face on. 

Ducking further into the brush, I stumble over something and land hard on my ass with a grunt. When I look to my right, I find Jace sitting on the ground, watching me.

“I’ve been watching you for ten minutes. You really should watch your back, you know.” He smirks.

“Seriously. The whole time I was looking for you, and you were sitting here, waiting to shoot me?”

“Nah. I wasn’t going to shoot you. I was waiting for you to find me so you could shoot me. Took you long enough.”

Pushing myself off the ground, I point my gun directly between his legs and he winces. “You’re not playing fair.” My protest earns me another devious grin. 

“I never said I would,” he replies, his eyes lighting up as he learns closer to me. “I also can’t seem to pull the trigger. I would hate to leave a mark on that perfect body of yours. You’re going to have to shoot me if you want this to end. But, if I get the choice, I’d prefer you not shoot me where you’re pointing. I’m partial to that part of my body.“

With a grunt, I lift my gun and point it directly at the center of his chest, pulling the trigger. He doesn’t even flinch. Instead, he reaches up, grabs my hand, and pulls me down on top of him. His lips meet mine with more force than I expect, and then I’m rolled on my back.

He deepens the kiss, his tongue running across my bottom lip, begging for entrance. I grant him what he wants and wrap my arms around his neck.

Time stands still as I get lost in his kiss. In everything Jace has to offer. No one is around. No one knows the game is over. It’s just the two of us, and I’m enjoying every second of it.

When he finally pulls away, his lips are swollen and there’s a huge smile on his face.

“I’ve been wanting to do that since I first saw you. It was worth the wait.”

I feel the heat creep into my cheeks as he pushes off me and starts laughing.

“Um, I don’t know how to tell you this, but I think we’re busted.”

Looking left and right, I don’t see anyone around. That’s when the pink on the front of my chest armor catches my eye. It must have rubbed off from where I shot him. 


I am so hooked on this trilogy! If I was Presley I wouldn’t be able to pick! I love Lennon and Jace both. Each has qualities that any girl (obviously) would love. But now that Presley has made her choice, is it the right one!

I can not wait to see how this ends for Presley!! I need book three now!

About Rachael

Rachael Brownell is an award-winning author of young adult and new adult romance.

Rachael lives in Michigan with her husband, son, snuggly dog, and hateful cat. She moonlights as a bartender a few days a week (her excuse to get out of the house and socialize) and writes almost full time. Her first book was published way back in 2013 and since she’s released 30 additional titles. She writes all kinds of romance – dark, sexy, sweet.

When she’s not writing her next novel, you can find her hanging out with her family, watching her son play baseball, or running on the treadmill at the gym (though she skips more days than she goes). She also enjoys golfing but is still learning, so if you see her on the course… stand back.

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