My Torin by K. Webster Blog Tour and ARC Review

My Torin

by K. Webster
Publication Date: January 9, 2018
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Psychological Romance

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I’m a freak, a misfit, an odd end.
Abandoned and unloved.
But my happiness is so close I can taste it.

Until he shows up.

Gorgeous, expensive, and all man.
Sad brown eyes and a brilliant smile.
And he wants me to go with him.

His intentions are hidden.
His motives are unclear.
Yet, I leave with him because there’s no happiness here.

What he promises feels too good to be true…
A castle. A fortune. And horses too.

It’s too easy.
Nothing in my life has ever been easy.

What’s the catch?
There’s always a catch.

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.

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This is one of those books that will really tug at the heartstrings after you’ve read it. I didn’t know what to expect when I read the first few chapters, but after awhile I realized that I can’t put it down! This is one of those books where you literally cannot wait to read every chapter without taking a break.

I’ve been a fan of K. Webster ever since I read The Day She Cried. When My Torin came out, it absolutely exceeded my expectations. I love the complexity of these characters, along with their limitations and determination. The emotions that the author conveyed through these characters are so raw and gritty that it will push down your boundaries of convential reads and it will make you cheer for them and hope that they will finally achieve their much-deserved happiness.

I love how Torin was portrayed as a character with limitations and not someone with a disability. Simply put, he is just someone different. His mind may not process the same way as normal people do but his emotions are there. It really gut-wrenching to see how he tries so hard to struggle and overcome his limitations. And at the same time, it is also awe-inspiring to see how Casey managed to make Torin come out of his shell.

My Torin absolutely sealed the deal for me when it comes to K. Webster. I am now officially a fan of this author. I can’t wait to read more of her books and upcoming releases!

Rating: 5/5

Effortless by Bethany-Kris Blog Tour and ARC Review

EFFORTLESS, A Legacy Novel

by Bethany-Kris
A Legacy Novel
Publication Date: January 15, 2018
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Erotic, Romance, Organized Crime



Camilla Donati doesn’t do relationships—it’s just not her thing. She wants a fun time, not a long time. She might be exactly what Tommaso Rossi needs to make his vacation from the responsibilities as a Capo, a break worth taking.

He didn’t expect to find a woman like her with a mind full of filth.

She didn’t expect a man who would shatter all of her rules with only a grin.

Chicago keeps calling Tommaso home, and further out of reach from the one thing he wants more than ever. Camilla’s restless heart keeps getting in the way even when it’s stuck between what is, and what could be.

This should have been easy.

It didn’t have to be messy.

Falling in love is effortless.

It’s people who make it hard.

Effortless: A Legacy Novel is a standalone contemporary erotic romance.


Bethany-Kris is a Canadian author, lover of much, and mother to four young sons, one cat, and two dogs. A small town in Eastern Canada where she was born and raised is where she has always called home. With her boys under her feet, snuggling cat, barking dogs, and a hubby calling over his shoulder, she is nearly always writing something … when she can find the time.

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I must say that this is another brilliant piece of organized crime novel from Bethany-Kris! I mean, “Wow.” Just the sheer chemistry of these characters is enough to make you go all out and go “Take my money” mode. I am truly in awe at the great big mafia world that this author has created. You read one book and you end up asking for more! So if you’re not yet a fan of the Legacy series, I should think that it’s about time that you add these books on your to-read queue.

Camilla and Tommaso are such intriguing characters that you can’t help but cheer them on until the end. Camilla is the epitome of a strong and independent woman who knows her mind. I just love her free spirit and determination. She kinda reminded me of her mother, Emma (from the Donati Bloodlines Trilogy), if she had been given more freedom by her family.

Camilla has strong convictions and principles and most of all, she does not let society’s conventions rule over her. And Tommaso is just the perfect guy to take her on. The friends with benefits turned lovers plot line was an absolute treat to read! I loved seeing these characters grow and mature until they eventually find a compromise that made them work it out against all odds.

It has been quite awhile since I read a standalone from Bethany-Kris and she absolutely did not disappoint! I am looking forward for more of the Legacy series this 2018!

Rating: 5/5

The Wright Secret by K.A. Linde Blog Tour and Review

new brother’s-best-friend stand alone romance by USA Today bestselling author K.A. Linde…

I was just his best friend’s little sister.

But he was always more than that to me.

After twelve years of pining over Patrick’s easy smile, baby blues, and captivating charm, I decide to take matters into my own hands—and completely blow my chance.

Who knew a self-proclaimed manwhore would decide to be a gentleman the first time I’m naked in his bed? Definitely, not me. But when I land there again, neither of us has any intention of stopping.

There’s only one problem: nobody can know. Especially not my three older brothers. If they found out, all hell would break loose.

So I’m willing to keep our secret. Because I want him Wright here, right now.

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K.A. Linde is the USA Today bestselling author of more than fifteen novels including the Avoiding series and the Record series. She has a Masters degree in political science from the University of Georgia, was the head campaign worker for the 2012 presidential campaign at the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill, and served as the head coach of the Duke University dance team. She loves reading fantasy novels, geeking out over Star Wars, binge-watching Supernatural, and dancing in her spare time.

She currently lives in Lubbock, Texas, with her husband and two super adorable puppies.




The Wright Secret is a slow burn kind of love story that has been a long time coming since the start of the series. Seeing how Morgan and Patrick’s love story unfolds is such a treat for readers like me who had been fans of the Wright family since Book 1.

I must say that it’s high time that we get to finally see Morgan’s happily ever after. And guess what? It has been right in front of her all along!

I loved how the author depicted their romance in the story. Morgan was depicted as a strong and independent woman who’s at the top of her game. She is literally the boss of her own company and I loved seeing how she struggled to find the right balance of her time between love, friends, and family. And Patrick was quintessentially the boy next door. I mean what’s not to love right? He’s seen as a supportive lover, plus a good friend and confidante to the other Wright siblings.

Another great thing about their story is their shared history with each other. Having known each other for more than a decade, their lives are so intertwined between their friends and family. And seeing the dynamics change from friends to lovers is an absolute treat!

I can’t wait to read more about the Wright family. I hope Sutton gets another chance at happily ever after too!

Rating: 4/5

Hot in Aruba by Marissa Campbell Blog Tour and Excerpt

Hot in Aruba

by Marissa Campbell
Publication Date: December 1, 2017
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance

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Vulnerability is Samantha Mackay’s kryptonite, and she keeps her emotions—and her men—at arm’s length. But when her good friend Carlos Naldini invites her on an all-expense-paid trip to Aruba, her resolve waivers.

Tired of being relegated to the friend zone, Carlos enacts his foolproof plan, inviting Samantha to join him in Aruba, hoping the trip to paradise will soften her reluctant heart.

Samantha agrees to Carlos’s proposal, giving him exactly ten days to prove he’s boyfriend material. After some wild Aruba nights and hot, sexy days, things appear to be progressing swimmingly, until Carlos’s ex-girlfriend arrives, exposing an intricate web of deception and betrayal. When news from home shatters Samantha’s hopes further, she leaves Aruba, giving up on her dreams of happily ever after. Devastated, Carlos is determined to do whatever it takes to bring Samantha back to Aruba and into his arms.

Secrets, lies, and heartbreak lurk in the shadows behind sunshiny days of sex on the beach, cocktails by the pool, laughter, and friends. It’s getting hot in Aruba—but the sparks might just consume them.

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Marissa Campbell is the author of the Avelynn series and coauthor of the award-winning self-help book, Life: Living in Fulfillment Every Day. She is a proud member of the Historical Novel Society and Romance Writers of America. An E-RYT hatha yoga instructor and studio owner, Campbell lives in Ontario, Canada, with her three amazing sons, dashingly handsome hubby, and adorable golden retriever, Razz.

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An Excerpt: Meet Mr. Lewiston, Samantha’s mentor and friend

“Every woman should feel appreciated and know that she’s loved.” He moved one of his red checker pieces.

We sat tucked away in the library at Meadows, rows of worn paperback books, their stories bereft, spines scored with decrepit wrinkles, surrounding us. It was a blistering summer’s day, but inside, the rush of cool air through the vents rasped in a constant hum, and the fog of disinfectant and decaying sickness seeped into your clothes.

I scoffed at the sentiment.


“Practical.” I studied the board. It never mattered how much I tried to plan or strategize, the man beat me every time.

“Don’t let the past influence your future. You never know who or what you might find, and one day, you might like someone reminding you how much you matter to them.”

“Not likely to happen.”

He hopped one of my pieces, removing it to his side of the board. I hadn’t even realized I’d left myself open.

“Catharine and I have been married almost sixty years. You don’t get that far without mutual respect and genuine affection. Young people these days are too quick to jump ship when the waters get choppy. There’s something to be said about loyalty.”

“I don’t need a lecture on relationships.”

He raised a bushy white eyebrow. “What about that iron worker…”

“Jesse? I’m over him. Moved on.”

“Every night, from the moment we were married, I placed a note on the bedside table. Some days, I’d write something I loved about her, or I’d thank her for something thoughtful she’d done that day. Other times, I’d point out how wonderful she made me feel. I wanted her to go to bed each night knowing how much I cherished her, knowing how grateful I was to have her in my life.” He scooped up two more of my men on a double hop. “None of these boyfriends of yours lift you up. They don’t offer you anything. You fall too easily for convenience. You need to stand on your own.”

“I do stand on my own. I’ve been on my own forever, doing just fine.”

Now both eyebrows inched up his forehead.

“I like having someone around. It’s lonely.” I leaned back, arms crossed, chest tight.

“It can be just as lonely in an empty, meaningless relationship.” He pointed to one of my pieces. “Probably want to move that one over there.”

I considered his advice. Shit. Sliding the plastic diagonally, I moved where he suggested.


An Excerpt: Samantha and Carlos on the dance floor

A slow, sexy reggae song thrummed from the speakers. Everyone crushed the dance floor and found a crotch to rub up against. He needed to keep the momentum going. He wasn’t about to let this opportunity slip by.

He grabbed her hand. “Let’s dance.”

She remained still, her eyes flitting to the swarming mass of hormones.

He flashed her his best smile and crooked a finger. “Come on. Let me show you how a Spanish Romeo moves.” He’d grown up learning to salsa, meringue, and bachata. He knew the tango, the cha-cha, and the rumba. Born with rhythm, his hips didn’t lie.

She followed his lead, and he found a spot against the wall, wedging between two people who were jamming their tongues halfway down each other’s throats. He drew Samantha against him and swayed, encouraging her to meet his pace. She placed her hands on his forearms, and his fingers gripped the indents of her hips.

At first, her movements were slow and rigid, but as the music pulsed, she let go, and her dance became fluid and sensual. There was a cleft of air between them when they started, but by the time the third song played, her breasts pressed tight against his chest.

He was drunk. They both were. Maybe that made him bolder; maybe that made her soften. When he threaded his hands through her blonde waves and drew her lips to his, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back with an urgency that stole his breath.

When her tongue swept out and sought his, his resistance melted in the heat of her passion. He needed to find a way to make it work between them. Their friendship was effortless, their attraction undeniable; he wished she could see how wonderful they would be together.

“Samantha,” he breathed against her swollen lips. The strobe caught the deep, gray-blue of her eyes as they widened, and she froze.

A country song came on. She pushed away from him. The cleft of air returned, turning into a chasm.

“I’m sorry, Carlos. I can’t.”

He reached out, but her hand slipped from his, and she disappeared into the crowd.


An Excerpt: Life before Carlos

A pair of meaty hands and thick forearms grabbed me from behind. “Hey, baby.” Mark pressed his hips into my ass as I bent over.

I straightened and stepped into his embrace. “Hey, yourself.”

“That was a fine view.”

“Sunny side up?”

“Half-naked.” He grinned and lifted me, carrying me to the bed. He made quick work of removing my T-shirt, the only vestment I had on, and his own clothes landed in a pile on the floor. A moment later, I lay on my back, engaged in a riveting game of Mr. Wobbly hides his helmet. Despite my efforts to mix things up in the bedroom, Mark remained committed to the missionary position, which did little to aid my quest for an earth-shattering orgasm. I swore I was one of those women whose clit stretched miles away from their vagina.

“God, you’re so fucking hot, Samantha,” he grunted, pumping hard.

The draft from the single-pane window caused a shiver to race up my spine. I yanked on the duvet, trying to lift it up over Mark’s back, but it lodged under his knees and wouldn’t budge.

Teeth bared, his breath quickened, and he got that crinkled look on his face that meant he was about to blow. If I had any hope of reaching orgasm, I needed to focus. I quit fiddling with the covers and shifted a little, trying to stop the broken spring in the mattress from gouging into my tailbone. I closed my eyes, desperate to build the climax.

Too late.

He let out a long wheeze and collapsed, half his weight on the mattress, the other on me. Both my hope and my clit shrivelled.

After a period of heavy breathing, he rolled onto his back and put his hands behind his head. “Did you go, baby?”

“No.” I flipped onto my stomach and drew circles with my nails on his smooth chest. I ran my fingertips over his six-pack, delighting in the dips and valleys, and traced the outline of a gothic tattoo that trailed across his pecs and up over his shoulder, before ending in a hot, muscled sleeve. “But maybe you could help me out with that.”

He stretched. “I’d love to, but I gotta get to work.”

I didn’t expect a lot, but a little effort would’ve been nice. Not that it would have mattered. I’d never been able to come during sex, and most guys I dated didn’t do foreplay. If I wanted an orgasm, I had to take matters into my own hands. I chocked it up to baggage from my past and daddy issues.

He kissed my forehead and hopped out of bed, heading to the bathroom, and I admired the indents in his sculpted backside until the door shut.

Past baggage or not, I needed a release. Cranked and revved up with nowhere to go, I stared at the ceiling. The paint bubbled and peeled in one spot, and a crack ran the length of the drywall seam. I needed to talk to the superintendent—it was only a matter of time before the whole thing collapsed.

The toilet flushed, and the shower door closed. With a final glance at the bathroom, I opened my nightstand and pulled out Bob, my faithful, battery-operated boyfriend, and waited. Once the water started running, I turned on my vibrator. It was old and sounded like a Hoover, but it never let me down.


An Excerpt: Carlos on stage

“Hey, you ready?” Leo, the owner of the bar, clasped him on the shoulder.

Carlos gave him the thumbs up. Leo nodded and disappeared through the heavy black velvet.

“Ladies and gentlemen, we have a special guest here tonight at the Bear. Carlos Naldini, known as Spanish Romeo by throngs of female worshipers, is here tonight to dazzle you with his honeyed voice and silky guitar. Ladies, keep your panties on, and put your hands together for Carlos Naldini!”

The crowd cheered. It helped having a stacked deck. He took a deep, centering breath and found his smile as he walked out on stage. He waved to the audience and then turned to give a salute to Zach, his percussionist.

Carlos took his seat on the high stool and adjusted the microphone. “Thank you for having me here tonight.” He played up a Spanish accent. It made the girls swoon.

He turned around and nodded to Zach, who struck up a sensuous rhythm on the bongos. He closed his eyes, and his fingers lighted upon the strings. It was a love song, slow and sexy, with a reggaeton beat. He sang as if he were making love to the crowd.

When he opened his eyes, they narrowed in on Samantha, leaning against the bar. She wore a low-cut satin black top that presented the cream of her breasts in sharp relief. Her jeans were tight, and they hugged the outline of her hips and contoured her legs all the way down to her black, high-heeled boots. Dios mío, she was beautiful.

The crowd slipped away, and he met her eyes. He smiled and sang just to her. He watched her hips move in a primal rhythm to his words. His cock bounced. Mierda. If he didn’t distract himself, he would get a hard-on in front of a hundred people. He blamed the adrenaline. It coursed through his system, making him bold and irrational. He needed to calm down. She had a boyfriend.

He closed his eyes again and focused on the sound of his voice, the thrum of the guitar, and the pulse of the drums. When the song ended without further incident, he moved into a faster set. He loved the way people gravitated toward the dance floor and everyone started moving. There was a press three deep of women, all young and beautiful, surrounding the stage. There would be at least one pair of panties tossed his way before the night finished. He caught Samantha out of the corner of his eye. If only she’d throw hers his way. He’d bet they would be a sexy, black lace thong. He adjusted himself on the stool.

When the final note reverberated in the air, he stretched out the sound, crooning and wrapping his voice around the note until his hand came down. For a heartbeat, there was only silence. Then, applause ripped through the room, and Carlos stood and bowed. He gestured to Zach, who nodded his head in acknowledgment. Carlos waved to the room, accepting their praise, milking it. He didn’t think he would ever get tired of that sound.

Once he floated off stage, Paul whacked him on the back. “That was awesome, dude. Did you see the chicks? The way they flocked around you?” He shook his head.

Carlos held out one of the panties he’d caught.

Paul’s grin stretched from ear to ear, and he took the proffered gift, tucking it in his jean’s pocket. “I gotta learn how to play the guitar.”


Thresholds by Kate Canterbary Release Day Blitz and ARC Review

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Snowy days, steamy nights.
The Walshes are home for the holidays.


Title: Thresholds
Series: The Walsh Series #8

Author: Kate Canterbary
Release Date: December 14, 2017


‘Twas the weekend before Christmas, when all through the North End
Not a Walsh had his life together, not even his friends;

The parties were planned by the foodies with care,
In hopes that Wes and Erin would soon find their way there;

The men were stressing over last minute shopping lists and plans,
While the ladies were busy with work and nesting and finding the right paella pans;

When out in the dining room there arose such a clatter,
The Halsted dogs sprang from their beds to see what was the matter;

They whistled and shouted and called each other names,
While the secrets and announcements and surprises quickly came;

So onto another adventure they flew
With the sleigh full of Walshes, and the Commodore too—

As they continued arguing and clamoring around,
Down the road an unexpected visitor came with a bound;

But it wasn’t long until couples were all nestled snug in their beds,
With new memories of steamy holiday nights dancing in their heads.



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Kate Canterbary doesn’t have it all figured out, but this is what she knows for sure: spicy-ass salsa and tequila solve most problems, living on the ocean–Pacific or Atlantic–is the closest place to perfection, and writing smart, smutty stories is a better than any amount of chocolate. She started out reporting for an indie arts and entertainment newspaper back when people still read newspapers, and she has been writing and surreptitiously interviewing people—be careful sitting down next to her on an airplane—ever since.

Kate lives on the water in New England with Mr. Canterbary and the Little Baby Canterbary, and when she isn’t writing sexy architects, she’s scheduling her days around the region’s best food trucks.

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The Walshes are home for the holidays! And Christmas is nothing short of spectacular when this bunch of merry people spend the holidays together. I’ve always been a fan of the Walsh family ever since I’ve read the first book, Underneath it All.

And can I just say that my inner fan girl is jumping with glee for this super awesome read? This is one great Christmas gift for all of those who are a fan of the Walsh series. I loved how each chapter focuses on one character’s POV and their holiday mishaps. Their get-together was made even more special with the holiday season as a background story.

I love how Kate Canterbary never shies away from portraying her characters with real emotions. I love seeing Riley’s vulnerable panicky side, Patrick who’s second-guessing himself, Matt’s craziness as an expectant father, Acevedo and Erin for showing that a strong LDR works, Sam and Tiel rekindling their steamy romance, and Shannon and Will’s ball-busting banter. Everything about this family is just so wonderful and funny that I find myself transported into their lives in Boston the moment I started reading the first chapter.

It was always such a treat to be able to have a glimpse of every Walsh family member. They have their own little mishaps along the way but at the end of the day, all is well. I also loved how we get to see Judy and the Commodore’s story in Thresholds. Since the Walsh family already adopted them as their very own parental figures, there was absolutely no doubt that they’re in for some crazy holiday adventure. Plus, Judy and the Commodore’s shenanigans are hilarious. I mean, who would have thought right?

This is probably one of the best holiday novellas I have ever read! I read it the minute I got my hands on my ARC copy. It made me love the characters even more and I can’t wait for more of Kate’s books so I can (hopefully) check in on my fave fictional family.

Rating: 5/5

Sweet Life by Nina Lane Blog Tour and ARC Review


He knows if she’s been bad or good.

Amidst the sugarplums and mistletoe, fashion stylist Julia Bennett is every inch a scrooge. Known for her ice-queen ways, she’s having a meltdown over a botched business deal and an upcoming milestone birthday. Add the pressure of forced holiday cheer, and she’s ready to dive into the spiked eggnog and not come out until summer.

Warren Stone, president and owner of the Sugar Rush Candy Company, is determined to make Julia slow down and enjoy the holidays. As her friend and confidante for thirteen years, he knows her better than anyone. But when decking the halls leads them to an explosive, sexy night, everything suddenly changes.

And when Warren decides Julia is all he wants for Christmas, will she risk their longtime friendship for the gift of love?

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“Now step into my office.”

Julia blinked at his hard tone, her gaze shifting to his closed office door. “I beg your pardon?”

Warren opened the door. “In. Now.”

Her features tightened with resistance just as the elevator doors opened and several employees emerged, their voices rising in chatter. Julia crossed the hallway in front of them, her shoulders rigid. He caught a whiff of Chanel No. 5 as she passed him.

He entered the office behind her and closed the door, flicking the lock shut.

“You are not to take out personal crap on my employees,” he said. “That’s not how I run this company.”

Julia’s lips compressed. “Odd that you’ve never before questioned my treatment of your employees. And it wasn’t personal. She needed to know she’d screwed up.”

“Announcing the holiday party early is not screwing up,” Warren replied evenly. “You’re pissed off because you’ve had a shitty week, you have too much on your plate, an old bucket list has thrown you off your game, and you don’t know what to do with the fact that we fucked the other night.”

Two spots of color appeared on her cheeks. “I seem to recall that what I did with that fact was tell you it wasn’t going to happen again. After which you informed me in excellent caveman style that I was wrong. You seem to forget I’m never wrong.”

About this, you are.

He bit back the words. He hadn’t become the president of Sugar Rush by throwing his weight around. He knew how to bide his time, work his way into getting what he wanted. And damned if he didn’t want her more with every passing second.

“Well?” Julia put her hands on her hips and glared at him. “Are we done here?”

Under her make-up, purplish smudges shadowed her eyes. Brackets of tension lined her mouth. His jaw tightened.

“You had a migraine yesterday,” he said.

“What the fuck do you care?” Julia snapped.

Warren’s hands flexed. He was used to her quick-fire cursing, all the more effective when delivered by a woman who looked like royalty, but he didn’t like being the recipient of her wrath.

“I’m putting Mia Donovan in charge of the Sugar Rush holiday party,” he said.

“You’re firing me?” Julia stared at him, her eyes widening. “Are you serious?”

“Yes.” He steeled himself against her shock and the knowledge that he was hurting her. “You’ve planned it for the past ten years, and it’s time to hand it over to someone else.”

“You don’t get to decide that.”

“Yes, I do. Sugar Rush is my company. This is also the event where I’ll be announcing my retirement. You’re not going to plan it.”

“Because I have too much on my plate?” Julia stopped in front of the windows, her arms crossed and her fiery gaze fixed on him. “Thanks for your concern, Daddy, but I assure you I can handle everything I take on.”

“That’s why you’re such a success. It’s also why your headaches are getting worse.”

“You are not my fucking doctor.”

“Stop swearing.”

She barked out a laugh. “You need to rethink this retirement thing, Warren. It’s making you soft.”

Given the state of his dick, he was anything but soft.

“If you won’t delegate your projects, I will,” he said.

“Because you can’t stop being the boss, even if you think otherwise.” Julia paced angrily to the desk, her eyes flaring with blue ice. “Why are you retiring, Warren? Everyone knows you’re the power behind the throne, much as you’ve let the boys take all the glory. Three months—hell, one month from now when you have nothing to do and no one to order around, you’re going to wonder why you made such a bad decision.”

Warren’s jaw clenched. He was sick of getting pushback from all sides. “I’ve been in business my entire life. I know what I’m doing.”

“So do I, dammit,” Julia retorted. “I don’t need you looking out for me.”

“I will always look out for you.”

She came to a halt, her whole body stilling. By contrast, Warren’s heartbeat kicked up, sudden heat flooding his veins. Their gazes met across the room, a crackling electric current firing through the air.

Julia took a breath, her breasts heaving beneath her jacket.

“Goddamn you, Warren Stone,” she whispered.

“I told you to stop swearing.” He advanced, his own breath increasing, his hands fisting and unfisting at his sides.

Rebellion tightened her features. “And if I don’t?”

“You sure you want to find out?”

He closed the distance between them, his lust flaring like a match to dry leaves.

What the fuck was going on with them?

The question flared like a comet through his mind and died just as fast—because he didn’t care about the answer. His mind was consumed with the thought of tasting her red lips again, sweet like cherries, spicy like peppers. Her mouth could deliver an insult as sharp and searing as a blade, but he knew—had always known, even if he’d smothered the knowledge—that the sounds issuing from Julia Bennett’s mouth could also be smooth, hot murmurs of lust that rushed straight to his blood. Weakening him of all thought, all control, inciting him with the urge to—

He grabbed her shoulders, hauling her soft, slender body against him. He’d always loved the contrast of Julia, the sharp-tongued, acidic queen and the relentlessly devoted aunt. The rigorous boss who shot orders like arrows, and the loyal friend who bought Hailey’s favorite peanut butter, sent care packages to Gavin Knight when he was deployed in Iraq, spent hours on end with Evan at the hospital.

He stared down at her fine features, pale skin, and wide blue eyes that he’d seen almost every day of his life for the past thirteen years—and suddenly now it felt as if he were looking at her for the first time. Had he never noticed that tiny birthmark right beneath her left eye? Or the silver flecks in her irises, like falling snow? Or the perfect curve in her upper lip, tempting him to put his tongue there and—

Oh, he’d noticed all right. He’d just tried to pretend he hadn’t.

“What the hell am I going to do with you, Julia?” he muttered.

“Fire me, apparently.” Her tone was bitter, her eyes blue fire.

Her gaze flickered involuntarily to his mouth, her lips parting. He slipped his hand beneath her chin, lifting her face to his. His heart jackhammered. Her breath brushed against his mouth, the familiar scent of her—Chanel No. 5, lavender soap, pure Julia—suddenly exotic and tantalizing.

“I’m going to let you go,” he said slowly, “and take two steps back. I want you to reach under your skirt and take your underwear off… if you’re wearing any.”

New York Times & USA Today bestselling author Nina Lane writes hot, sexy romances about professors, bad boys, candy makers, and protective alpha males who find themselves consumed with love for one woman alone. Originally from California, Nina holds a PhD in Art History and an MA in Library and Information Studies, which means she loves both research and organization. She also enjoys traveling and thinks St. Petersburg, Russia is a city everyone should visit at least once. Although Nina would go back to college for another degree because she’s that much of a bookworm and a perpetual student, she now lives the happy life of a full-time writer.

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At first, I was skeptical about the pairing of Julia and Warren in this story because all throughout the Sugar Rush series, it seemed like Rebecca was the ONLY one for Warren. But the moment I started reading the first few chapters, the more I was convinced that they were meant to be together. Because why the hell not? It has been 13 years since Warren’s wife died and as much as they did love each other, it was high time that he finally find happiness after all.

Nina Lane once again delivered a top-notch story that is perfect for reading during the holiday season. I’ve always been a fan of the Sugar Rush series and this one is one of the best! I love the sizzling chemistry between Warren and Julia and their innate understanding of each other. They have been each other’s rock for more than a decade and seeing how it slowly transformed into something more was an absolute treat for readers like me who absolutely adore reading a good love story.

I also appreciated how Nina Lane detailed the each of the character’s internal turmoil when it came to love, retirement, and career. It was nice to see how even successful career-driven individuals experience a sort of existential crisis that eventually made them re-assess their priorities in life.

Overall, the Sweet Life is one good read for the holiday season. This kind of second chance romance with a hint of family drama will totally be something worth spending your time during one of those cozy weekend afternoons.

Rating: 3.5/5

West Coast Love by Tif Marcelo

West Coast Love

Journey to the Heart #3
by Tif Marcelo
Publication Date: December 11, 2017
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance

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Online food blogger Victoria Aquino has spent years doing social media for True North and Paraiso Retreats, and she’s ready to take her blog and writing to the next level. But after she was catfished and suffered a heartbreak, she’s clamoring for change. She auditions for and accepts a food host opportunity: covering the Labor Day holiday BBQ festivals along the California coast. For eight days, she’ll travel with a producer and a camera and sound person, in a vintage—and rickety—RV, and she’ll get her very first byline as a video journalist. The only catch? She can’t stand BBQ.

And the cameraman also auditioned for the job.

Joel Silva is a cameraman with his own past and big dreams of his own, and when he finds out that the job he auditioned for went to Victoria—a woman he’d gotten to know covering Paraiso Retreats, and someone he later slept with—he’s understandably furious and curious. Joel knows the BBQ circuit like the back of his hand, and he now has to help Victoria do her job amidst their growing attraction.

When the producer picks up on their push/pull vibe and increases the ante to feature both in front of the camera with the best host taking the next cross-country feature, the two have to decide: is their blossoming romance something that should be left to fizzle along with BBQ season? Or is it the beginning of something even more delicious?

About Tif Marcelo

Tif believes in and writes about heart-eyes romance, the strength of families, and the endurance of friendship. A veteran Army Nurse with a Bachelor of Science in Nursing and a Master of Public Administration, she is a craft enthusiast, food-lover and the occasional half-marathon runner. As a military spouse, she has moved nine times, and this adventure shows in some of her free-spirited characters. Tif currently lives in the DC area with her own real life military hero and four children.

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Swept into the next song, I stick my arms out to the side and spin. But my bare feet trip on themselves and lose traction on the slippery floor. My arms flail to find balance, though I know what’s coming next: a good, hard fall on my butt.

Just as I clamp my eyes shut and brace for the crash, Joel’s arms slide around my waist from the front. I grab the fabric of his T-shirt—he had peeled off the button-down shirt he wore earlier—and he palms the small of my back, smashing me against him and bringing my cheek against his chest. While I can’t decipher what he’s saying, the vibrato of his voice thrums against my skin, and I can tell he’s laughing.

“Oh no, oh no!” I say amidst giggles. With Joel’s extra weight we’re top-heavy. Our legs tangle as we both slip and crash down to the ground.

Somehow, he maneuvers it so he breaks my fall, and I’m on top of him, legs splayed against his, chest on chest. My hair falls in clumps around his face.

“You okay?” he asks. As his chest rises when he inhales, my body is carried up along with it.

I prop myself up by planting my hands against Joel’s sides, and I explode in laughter. “Yes. Are you?” A line of bubbles trails across his nose, and under the occasional strobe of colored lights, I notice that there’s a scar where his beard ends on his cheek. His lips, hidden behind his facial hair, are thick and kissable.

I’ve never been this close to Joel before. His camera was a barrier, his shyness always a hindrance. But away from his work—like this—Joel is a completely different man. Or maybe it’s that while he’s gotten to know my family very well, I don’t know anything about him at all.



Joel comes to the bottom of the step. “I’m not done. Can I come in?”

My heart lurches in my throat. Stunned, I blink at the site of this beautiful man looking up at me, then nod.

He takes two steps up into the rig, shuts the door behind him, and turns so our faces are even, so close that it would be easy to lean in and steal a kiss.

He lays his hands on my hips, inching me backward, then takes the final step up. I don’t fight back; I don’t question him. I sit on the edge of the bed while he takes a knee in front of me, and I’m breathless when he puts his hands on my thighs. My heart’s pounding in my ears as I take in the mixture of determination and patience on his face. “The things you do, the things you say—I can’t stay away from you.” His right hand caresses my cheek, pushes a long bang from my face and tucks it behind my ear. “Look, what that guy did to you was wrong. Fucking cowardly. You didn’t deserve it.”

“I know that.”

“Then you know that real men aren’t like him. That I am not like him.”



“I’ve got a lot on my mind.” I turn up the radio volume. “’Love in an Elevator.’ This is a good one.” I laugh when her face scrunches down like she bit into something sour. Too damn cute. “Don’t tell me you’re not an Aerosmith fan either. Then again, you don’t have to love them to appreciate their success—they have sold over a hundred and fifty million albums.”

She shrugs. “They scream the entire time.” She bites on her bottom lip as she thinks. “Okay, I admit it. I liked the collab they did with Run-D.M.C. But, yeah, that’s it.”

A grin pulls at my lips. These small nuggets about Victoria have made these rough couple of days bearable. I’ve learned the she’s not afraid to jump right in to solve a problem and that she can’t go long without having a conversation. And I’m not going to lie—the fact that she can start a fire kind of turns me on, even if nothing can ever become of us. “You like Run-D.M.C., Miss Classical Music?” I point at the phone perched on the dashboard, at the screen that reads Mandolin Concerto in C major.

“Vivaldi. Surprised?” When I nod, she leans her head back on the headrest so she’s titled upward slightly, and a veil of a smile graces her lips. Her profile is lit by the sun behind her, and damn, she is a sight.

Unruly by Bethany-Kris Blog Tour and ARC Review

UNRULY, A Legacy Novel

by Bethany-Kris

Cross + Catherine, #3

Publication Date: December 4, 2017

Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Organized Crime, Mafia, Romance




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The crime boss.

The hustling queen.

Cross and Catherine Donati have been married five years, but the life they’ve chosen still has things to teach them yet. One can never become too comfortable in their business. Trouble soon follows.

The principe and principessa are all grown up …

It’s tough being at the top. When all Cross wants is to slow down the world, reality has a way of speeding it back up. Just when Catherine thinks she’s learned everything her mother has to teach, more lessons come her way.

A king and queen must protect their thrones …

This is their life.

This is their love.



And unruly.



REVERE, A Legacy Novel

by Bethany-Kris

Cross + Catherine, #2

Publication Date: November 6, 2017

Genres: Adult, Adult, Contemporary Romance, Mafia


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A Legacy Novel

She was once his liar.

He was once her savior.

Cross Donati fills his days with the mafia, family, and responsibility. The wild boy is a distant memory. A waiting prince now sits in his place. An old debt puts the gunrunner right back into the path of his past, but he only sees his future.

Every king needs a queen.

Catherine Marcello learned how to stand on her own, and she no longer needs saving. The sly girl is far more dangerous now. A broken promise taught her how to live again. One conversation puts the hustler face to face with her first love, but she only sees heartache.

Every God needs a prayer.

The scars of their history runs deep. Every lie told, and each secret spilled hurts a little bit more.

Love does not care.

Love will not wait.

So, why does life keep standing in the way?


Revere is A Legacy Novel. While it can be read as a follow up to Always, it can also be read as a standalone novel.


ALWAYS, A Legacy Novel

by Bethany-Kris

Cross + Catherine, #1

Publication Date: October 2, 2017

Genres: Adult, Contemporary Romance, Coming of Age, Mafia


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A Legacy Novel

A wild boy.

A sly girl.

Cross Donati defines trouble. He does what he wants because he’s never known anything different. He’s unapologetic, and he owns it.

Catherine Marcello is every bit a good girl … on the outside. Her entire world is a legacy, and she lives it. She’s curious, and she’s exploring it.

She chases bad things.

He never learned to be good.

They’re late nights, stolen cars, first times, fist fights, leather jackets, beaches, bloody smiles, and life.

They’re vicious and precious, dangerous and harmless, innocence and sin. They are love.

Love is killing for someone.

Love is living for someone.

Sometimes, you can’t keep saving your heart when it means sacrificing it, too.

Sometimes, you have to learn to save yourself.

Sometimes, love has to fall, crash, and burn.

This is what love is like when you’re a principe and principessa della mafia.

This is what love is like when you’re Cross Donati and Catherine Marcello.


Always is a Legacy Novel, and while it is standalone, it can also act as a prequel for Revere. Each Legacy Novel stands alone from any other book, series, or collection.



Bethany-Kris is a Canadian author, lover of much, and mother to three young sons, one cat, and two dogs. A small town in Eastern Canada where she was born and raised is where she has always called home. With her boys under her feet, snuggling cat, barking dogs, and a hubby calling over his shoulder, she is nearly always writing something … when she can find the time.

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I’ve been waiting for Unruly since I read the sneak peek from Revere and it absolutely did not disappoint! I couldn’t put the book down the moment I’ve got my hands on my own copy. Unruly is like an entire book of Epilogue for Cross and Catherine. And when you are as invested as I am with these characters, you will definitely appreciate the entire unruly life that Cross and Catherine has led.

The grown up versions of these characters are so endearing and seeing how they got to this point of their own happily ever after will make you love them even more. We saw them as teenagers experiencing the trials of first love, then as young adults finding their way back to each other again, and finally in their last book, we see them as parents to the wonderful Cece Donati. The character progression and maturity of Cross and Catherine are what made them so memorable to me. I feel like I’ve been there for each milestone that they have achieved in life up until they are finally ruling their own kingdoms, with Cross as the Cosa Nostra Don and Catherine as a Queen Pin.

I also loved the parallelisms of their characters to their first generation counterparts. But what’s even more wonderful about it is that Bethany-Kris has managed to create Cross and Catherine as characters who may have similar traits to their parents, but not their exact replicas. Their story is entirely their own and they lead their life of crime not by following the footsteps of the ones that came before (e.g. Calisto, Dante, and Catrina) but by forging their own path.

And can I just say that I love they dynamic between Dante and Cross now? Who would have thought that they’ll be such close allies and confidants now that they have finally settled their differences. The adorable munchkin Cece is probably another reason why they are so close now. I especially enjoyed reading about their conversations in the book because both men show how it’s like to love women who shine in their own spotlight. The unwavering support that they show to their spouse is one of the best highlights of this book.

You’ll start reading the Legacy series because like me, you may be a fan of the Filthy Marcellos or the Donati Bloodlines series but after reading the ANY Legacy novel, you will eventually love them for their own stories and endearing qualities. That’s why there will be no problem if it’s your first time reading the Legacy novels on Cross and Catherine. You don’t even have to read it in order because each book can be read as a standalone! How awesome is that?

We also get to see glimpses on the lives of other characters in the Legacy series which I can’t wait to read about. There’s John, Andino and a little of Camilla. I can’t believe how Bethany-Kris seamlessly writes these amazing teasers (inserted in the subplots of the book) which will eventually merge into one cohesive universe of the Legacy series. Now, I can’t wait to finally get my hands on another Legacy novel!

Rating: 5/5

Miss Mechanic by Emma Hart Blog Tour and ARC Review

Two mechanics. One rivalry.

She’ll prove she’s as good as she says she is.

He’ll prove her place isn’t under the hood.

It’s over it.

“Don’t let the bastards get you down.”

For twenty-six years, I lived by my daddy’s motto. Which is why “Mechanic Wanted” is all it takes for me to apply for the job at the garage we once owned.

And I meet the biggest bastard of them all.

Dexter Ryne. Hotter than Hell in July and a firm believer that my place is on reception, taking phone calls and looking pretty. Not getting dirty under the hood of a car.

Determined to prove each other wrong, we make a deal.

I have three weeks to prove my worth as a mechanic. If I don’t, I’m on telephone duty.

If I do, he’ll accept defeat and make my job permanent.

Now, all I have to do is fight my attraction to the cocky little… beep.

Problem is, an engine isn’t the only thing he knows how to make purr…

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“Can I help you?” I asked.
He blinked and met my eyes.
“What the hell are you doing over there?” I pushed to stand up straight.
“Right now?” He capped his water bottle. “Well, honestly… I’m just thinking you’d look better over the hood of that car than under it.”
I unhooked the hood and slammed it down, spinning on the balls of my feet.
Our eyes met properly. I didn’t like what I saw in his—desire, attraction, need. Which was obviously why a shiver ran down my spine.
I cocked a hip, putting my hand on it. “The only time you will ever get me over a hood of a car is if a wiper blade needs changing. So, unless you’re a wiper blade…”
Dex pulled his phone from his pocket and started tapping the screen.
I blinked. “What are you doing?”
He peered up at me through his unfairly thick eyelashes. “Seeing if I can get a wiper blade costume for Halloween.”
“I don’t even know how to respond to that.”
“You can buy wiper blade glasses.”
He raised his eyebrows. “And a lady here on eBay will hand-make any costume. There’s my Halloween sorted.”
I stared at him. “You’re not getting me over anything, Dex. Definitely not a car hood. No matter what you think.”
He clutched his chest dramatically. “You wound me.”
“Unfortunately not fatally,” I muttered.
“You also underestimate me.”
“There’s a lot of that going around in this garage.” I put the bottle of coolant away.
“Thank you.”
“Can I ask you something?”
I sighed and turned to face him again. “What?”
Earnestly, he asked, “Can you stop wearing those tiny shorts? Or yoga pants that make me want to touch your ass every five minutes?”
I looked down at the ripped shorts of my dungarees. “Can you keep your thoughts to yourself? Control yourself, maybe? Not look at me and see someone worth screwing?”


By day, New York Times and USA Today bestselling New Adult author Emma Hart dons a cape and calls herself Super Mum to two beautiful little monsters. By night, she drops the cape, pours a glass of whatever she fancies—usually wine—and writes books.

Emma is working on Top Secret projects she will share with her followers and fans at every available opportunity. Naturally, all Top Secret projects involve a dashingly hot guy who likes to forget to wear a shirt, a sprinkling (or several) of hold-onto-your-panties hot scenes, and a whole lotta love.

She likes to be busy—unless busy involves doing the dishes, but that seems to be when all the ideas come to life.




Miss Mechanic by Emma Hart is a funny and interesting read that features a hilarious love-hate relationship between Jaime and Dex. And oh boy do they love to argue. A LOT. What’s even more surprising is how these characters complement one another so well despite their snarky comments and the sarcastic jabs they aim at each other.

It was so funny to read how everyone except Jaime and Dex know that they are perfect for each other. As much as they wanted to really hate each other, in the end, they finally gave in to the attraction they obviously felt since the beginning.

I loved how this story is a lighthearted read that will leave a huge smile on your face after you’ve finished the last chapter. This is the perfect romance to read when you want to unwind over the weekend where you’ll curl up at your couch with your e-reader and a cup of tea (which is exactly what I did).

Rating: 3.5/5

Can’t Get Enough by Gena Showalter Blog Tour and ARC Review

From New York Times Bestselling author Gena Showalter, comes the next standalone romance in the Original Heartbreakers Series—CAN’T GET ENOUGH!

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New York Times best selling author Gena Showalter returns with a sizzling Original Heartbreakers tale, featuring a rough, tough bad boy brought to his knees by… a kindergarten teacher?

The king of one-night stands…
To inherit–and destroy–his father’s business at long last, Brock Hudson needs a temporary wife.  The ruthless ex-military heartthrob has always avoided romantic entanglements.  Women are sweet, but vengeance will be sweeter.  Or so he thinks. Only one woman will do, but the vulnerable beauty is more than he bargained for—sexier, wittier, and utterly irresistible.

The queen of the deep freeze…
After an abusive first marriage, Lyndie Scott has sworn off relationships.  But still she longs for a child of her own.  Turns out, the brawler who used to frighten her with only a glance is the answer to her problems.  She agrees to his proposal, with a caveat: spend every night in bed with her, then walk away for good when it’s time to divorce. Even if she’s pregnant.

A marriage of breathtaking inconvenience…
As the days pass too quickly and the nights heat up, Brock battles a sense of possession and obsession. Will the former commitment-phobe convince his wife they’re better off together, or will she pack her bags and go?

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Gena Showalter is the New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author of the spellbinding Lords of the Underworld and Angels of the Dark series, two young adult series–Everlife and the White Rabbit Chronicles–and the highly addictive Original Heartbreakers series.  In addition to being a National Reader’s Choice and two time RITA nominee, her romance novels have appeared in Cosmopolitan (Red Hot Read) and Seventeen magazine, she’s appeared on Nightline and been mentioned in Orange is the New Black–if you ask her about it, she’ll talk for hours…hours!  Her books have been translated in multiple languages.

She’s hard at work on her next novel, a tale featuring an alpha male with a dark side and the strong woman who brings him to his knees. You can learn more about Gena, her menagerie of rescue dogs, and all her upcoming books at or

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I’ve been a fan of Gena Showalter since I first read the Lords of the Underworld Series. I’ve also read the other books from The Original Heartbreakers Series and I was immediately hooked with the storyline. The author has done it again with Can’t Get Enough!

The story of Lyndie and Brock was so much fun to read. I love how they are together and the special connection they have with each other even before they got hitched. What turned out to be a marriage of convenience became so much more with these two. They got married because of their own personal agenda but they stayed together because of love. It was so nice to see how they are both supportive of one another. I loved how they were eventually able to open up to one another and face the ghosts of their pasts.

This book is one perfect weekend read that will get you so hooked the moment you read the first three chapters. The lighthearted romance between Lyndie and Brock is so heartwarming that it’s undeniable to ignore the chemistry of the characters between the pages!

Overall, Lyndie and Brock’s story is a perfect addition to the Heartbreaker series. This book can be read as a standalone but now that I’m already on my 6th Heartbreaker book, I absolutely cannot wait for the rest!

Rating: 3.5/5

Can’t Get Enough by Gena Showalter Excerpt:

“I expect you to be amazing in bed,” she said. “Like, beyond my wildest expectations. You’ll need stamina to keep up with me.” Maybe. Probably not. “I want orgasms!”

He made a strangled sound. His pupils expanded, overshadowing all that luscious green. “I will give you orgasms. I will give you more orgasms than you can count.”

“Also,” she continued, as if she weren’t fighting a wave of lust right that second, “I firmly believe in the Ten Commitments.”

He crossed his arms over his chest. “I’m a little light-headed after all that orgasm talk, but I’m also listening. Do tell.”

“A boy shalt not lie to anyone, ever, not even to flatter, cheat with so much as a look, steal even when desperate, harm others in any way, or make excuses for bad behavior. He shalt compliment when merited, help when needed, treat others with kindness, always, consult his girl when making big decisions, and do his best, not just what’s good enough.”

His gaze searched her face. “The commitments are basic human decency for anyone, not just a potential temporary husband and possible sperm donor.  I accept.”

Surprising.  And welcome. “When our relationship ends,” she said, “you can go back to your man-whorish ways with my blessing.” A pang cut through her chest, and she swallowed a moan. Did the pang spring from jealousy? Or regret? No, no. Neither one. Probably came from indigestion. Because of the wine. “While we’re together, we’ll be having unprotected sex—if you agree to my terms—so I’ll need you healthy. Speaking of, you’ll have to get tested. I will too.”

“I won’t want a lifelong commitment because of a child,” he said, his tone soft.

Oh, the gall of this man! “I’m not hoping to trap you, Brock. Believe it or not, being married to you isn’t the bow on top of a gift but a burden to bear in order to get what I want.”

“Burden.” He traced his tongue over his teeth, the very picture of masculine pique. “Stop, please. Your flattery is going straight to my head.”

What, had she hurt is feelings? No way, no how. But…

Maybe? The thought disconcerted her, and her shoulders rolled in. “I’m sorry,” she said, and sighed. “I never meant… it’s just…” Another sigh. “Maybe this is a mistake.”

“Now wait just a second.” He swooped in, kneeling in front of her, placing his big, strong hands on her knees. “Getting naked with you does not strike me as a mistake.”

The warmth of his skin burned through her pajama pants, caressing her skin, and she gasped. Tingles erupted and spread, different parts of her reacting in different ways. Between her legs, liquid heat pooled. Her lower belly quivered. Her breasts ached.

Eyes ablaze, he said, “I want you, Lyndie.”

She gulped.  “You can have me.”

“If I give you a baby and walk away.”


He stared at her for a long while before nodding.  “Very well.  I’ll get a temporary marriage and you’ll get a baby.”