Thursday, April 5, 2018

Review: THE SECRET THIEF by Nina Lane!

     My Review: Reading about Eve's scholarly background made me get all nostalgic for my graduate studies. Which is why I found myself so charmed by this writing. I've read other books by this author, but The Secret Thief is probably the best yet. The writing is so fluid and deep, I'm tempted to call it prose rather than just writing.

I could not put this down, seriously. I was in love with this. Eve's backstory was heartbreaking, and seeing her overcoming that past was inspiring. Flynn was just... well, I don't think I could put what I felt for him into words. And the big reveal! No spoilers, but I did not see ANY of that coming.

Cover Lovin': Two thumbs up!

Recommendation: No prior knowledge necessary.

Final Rating: FIVE out of FIVE stars (5/5)!! This was so good, you guys need to read it immediately! So emotional, so amazing!

     Behind his beautiful eyes Lay a thousand secrets and lies. But my own secrets are all laid bare The twisted reality of a disgraceful affair. I once deciphered the mysteries hidden in art Then mistakes and desire tore me apart. Now I'm shipwrecked at the end of the earth Desperate again to prove my worth. The lighthouse keeper is a stranger to me Yet one night with him sets me free. We find ourselves united by the stars above Both of us needing the salvation of love. Until our secrets and shame continue to build And what was flourishing will soon be killed.    

The minute Flynn opens the workroom door, my whole body zings with excitement and anticipation. Even with his dark frown, the remoteness surrounding him like an aura, the clipped tone of his voice, I react to him as if he were stroking my hair and whispering sweet nothings in my ear. Jeremy hadn’t come close to eliciting anything even close to this…which is exactly the reason I’ll go out with him again, if he asks me. Jeremy is solid, grounded, honest. Everything about Flynn is a mystery and a fantasy. I’d gotten caught up in a fantasy with David—whose “mystery” had been a lie—and I’d paid the price. Never again. “How was your weekend?” I set my satchel and lunch bag on the desk. “Fine. Yours?” “Great.” I give him a once-over, looking for evidence of an encounter with a chick, but while he looks edible in his worn jeans and T-shirt, like a warm, rumpled bed I could nestle right into, his demeanor is as impassive as ever. Does he ever smile? Every now and then I’ve caught a glimpse of amusement, a twitch of his mouth, but I’ve yet to see him fully smile. “Any special instructions for today?” I turn on the laptop computer and open my notebook. “Stay away from Jeremy King.” Shock bolts down my spine. I jerk my head up to stare at him. He’s watching me with a narrowed gaze, his mouth set in a stern line. “Um…what?” I can’t get another word out. “Stay away from him,” Flynn repeats. “He’s not good for you.” Irritation breaks past my shock. “How would you know who is or isn’t good for me? You’ve barely said twenty words to me the whole week I’ve been working here.” “I don’t need to say anything to know the facts.” His tone hardens. “I don’t want you around him.” “Well, you have no right to tell me that,” I retort. “How did you know I went on a date with him anyway?” His jaw tightens. “You think people around here don’t take notice when their favorite son is out having dinner with the new girl in town?” Christ. I experience a sudden longing for the cold anonymity of a big city. “I know people are talking about me,” I snap. “But I refuse to let gossip dictate what I can and can’t do. And for your information, Jeremy knows about what happened to me, and it didn’t seem to bother him.” “That’s not the point. You can’t work for me and see him.” My shoulders tense. I focus on the computer, hitting the key to bring up the database software. “My date with Jeremy has nothing to do with my work here,” I reply stiffly. “I didn’t, and won’t, tell him anything about the job or the fact that you’re my employer. You don’t need to worry about breach of contract.” “This isn’t about the damned contract.” His voice is suddenly sharp. He steps closer to me, his soapy, warm scent filling my nose. I hold my ground, not wanting him to see me weaken even though I’m melting inside at his nearness. Impassive though he is on the exterior, I can almost feel the energy coursing through him, his heavy strong heartbeat, the rush of his blood. “I don’t want you around King,” he repeats. “Does your animosity have something to do with him wanting to sell the lighthouse?” “I’m not answering questions.” His gray eyes turn the color of metal. “I’m telling you to stay away from him.” My pulse races. “You don’t have that right.” “I’m your boss.” “That doesn’t mean you can make that demand.” The words snap out of my mouth without thought. “And if you think you can threaten to fire me over this, then step back, mister, because I’ve been through the worst wrongful termination I can imagine. And even though my employer fucking won that battle, I still have plenty of fight left in me. I’ll put on my gloves and go another round with you, if I have to.” Wow. Go, Eve. I’m breathing fast, and my knees are quaking with sudden fear that he’ll make me prove my bold statement. I dig my fingernails into my palms. The air between us sparks with electricity. I force myself to hold my ground, to look directly at him and— Admiration flashes in his eyes, like a silver comet streaking across the sky. His stern expression doesn’t change, but that brief glimpse of warmth eases the tension knotting my shoulders. “I’m not going to fire you.” His voice is measured and controlled. “But I will not have you seeing King.” “You don’t like him, so that means I have to stay away from him?” I ask. “Sorry, no. He’s one of the few people in this town who has been nice to me, and I enjoyed our date. I refuse to discount the possibility of Jeremy being my first real friend here.” Flynn’s jaw clenches. “He wants to be more than your friend.” “I know.” I put my hands on my hips and look him in the eye. “He even kissed me.” Anger crashes over his features, and a vein throbs in his forehead. If I didn’t know better, I’d think he was jealous. But I do know better. He’s mad because I’m refusing to do something he wants me to do. Despite, or maybe because of, his isolated lifestyle, Flynn is clearly a man accustomed to getting what he wants. “He kissed you.” The word grind out of his mouth like broken glass. “Yes. And I kissed him back. Like our date, it was nice. Nice hasn’t been the norm in my life lately.” “I could kiss you,” Flynn retorts, his hands fisting. “But it wouldn’t nice.” “Oh yeah?” My heart kicks into gear, blood rushing through my veins. “What would it be, then?” He pulls in a breath, his gaze settling on my mouth. “Hot.” “Prove it.” Borne of my endless nighttime fantasies, the dare flies out of me without thought of the potential repercussions. Before I can take another breath, he grabs my shoulders and pulls me against him. I freeze, stunned by the reality of a moment I’d imagined more times than I can count—the sensation of his body against mine. And God, he feels exactly the way I’d imagined, a solid wall of heat and muscle pulsing with life. Rock-hard arms that could wrap around me so tightly nothing would get past them. He stares down at me, his steel-like gaze sparking with intent like iron striking stone. I can’t move, can’t breathe, can’t think. Then his mouth crashes down on mine, an onslaught, a possession, a claiming. Hunger bursts through me, a desire so sharp and intense it destroys all my defenses in one fell swoop. I moan, everything inside me weakening and aching for more. He slides a hand to my lower back, fitting our bodies together. I yield everywhere, my curves softening against him, any thought of resistance dissolving in a haze of disbelief and craving. I part my lips tentatively, let him inside. My head spins with the taste of him—something decadent and forbidden. Our tongues touch, breath mingling. Arousal floods me, swift and hard, as if all the fantasies in which I’ve indulged have primed me for this moment. I bring my hands up to his face, his stubble coarse against my palms, slide them down to the sides of his neck where his pulse throbs heavily. He’s like the sea—mysterious, unpredictable, powerful. I could get lost in him, drown, let him sweep me away to a distant land where no one knows who I am and what I’ve done. He lifts his head, breaking our kiss and stepping away from me at the same time. Heavy breaths saw from his chest, and his eyes are darkened to black. I bring a shaking hand to my mouth, suddenly unsure if the kiss just happened or if I’m like Alice in Wonderland, spinning downward, lost in my intricate imagination.  

      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. Website | Facebook | Twitter | Newsletter  

Wednesday, April 4, 2018

Blog Tour: ESHER by Felicity Heaton! GIVEAWAY included!



Esher (Guardians of Hades Paranormal Romance Series Book 3) by Felicity Heaton – Book Tour and Giveaway!


ABOUT THE BOOK
Esher (Guardians of Hades Series Book 3)
Felicity Heaton
Prince of the Underworld and Lord of Water, Esher was banished from his home by his father, Hades, two centuries ago and given a new duty and purpose—to keep our world and his from colliding in a calamity foreseen by the Moirai.
Together with his six brothers, he fights to defend the gates to the Underworld from daemons bent on breaching them and gaining entrance to that forbidden land, striving to protect his home from their dark influence. Tormented by his past, Esher burns with hatred towards mortals and bears a grudge against Hades for forcing him into their world, condemning him to a life of battling to keep a fragile hold on his darker side—a side that wants to kill every human in the name of revenge.
Until he finds himself stepping in to save a female—a beautiful mortal filled with light and laughter who draws him to her as fiercely as the pull of the moon, stirring conflict in his heart and rousing dangerous needs long forgotten.
Aiko knows from the moment she sets eyes on the black-haired warrior that he is no ordinary man, just as she’s no ordinary woman. Blessed with a gift, she can see through his stormy fa├žade to the powerful god beneath, and the pain and darkness that beats inside him—pain she grows determined to heal as she falls deeper under his spell and into his world.
When the daemon bent on turning Esher against his brothers makes her move, will Esher find the strength to overcome his past and fulfil his duty, or will the lure of revenge allow the darkness in his heart to seize control, transforming him into a god intent on destroying the world?


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Aiko led him through the narrow streets, their steps loud on the wet road. It had stopped raining at some point, and she was thankful because she had left her umbrella on the train. She glanced at the man and found him looking at the clouds, his gaze distant and his head tipped back.
His black hair grazed his temple, and she drank her fill of him, still finding it hard to believe she was walking with him to her home. Her grandmother would be proud of her. That feeling beat in her heart. She had taught Aiko to give aid to those who needed it, especially if they were from another place.
This man certainly was.
His blue eyes took on a troubled edge, and he slid them towards her, angling his head slightly in her direction so he could see her. She smiled and looked away, not wanting to upset him. When his gaze left her again, she snuck another glance at him.
He was handsome, with fine black eyebrows and long inky lashes that framed his deep blue eyes, and a straight nose and softly curved lips that were a shade or two darker than his skin in the low light. Sculpted cheekbones were accented by long sideburns that reached the lobes of his ears, and the sharp angle of his jaw. There was a coldness to his face though, the lack of lines around his eyes and mouth telling her that he rarely smiled or laughed. Why?
When he frowned at her again, she looked away and kept her eyes off him this time, not wanting to upset him.
His gaze moved away from her, but then came back to rest on her, and she kept hers fixed ahead of her, pretending not to notice the way he studied her.
Because instinct warned he would react harshly if she made it clear she was aware of him staring.


As they turned a corner onto her street and passed a small park, she swore he wanted to move closer to her, but he tensed and distanced himself instead, and his eyes left her. She looked at him, keeping her head forwards so he wouldn’t notice. His eyes scanned over the low buildings that lined the street, most of the windows dark.
Aiko wanted to know his thoughts as he became absorbed in looking at everything but her, but held her tongue instead, not wanting to appear rude.
She hadn’t met many foreigners, and had certainly never met anyone like him.
When she crossed the road, he followed, and when she stopped in front of one of the square modern buildings, he halted with her. As she pulled her backpack off, he stepped backwards and looked up the height of the two-storey building.
“Smaller than I thought.”
She slid the key into the lock on the glass door and twisted it. “It’s only a clinic. We have a few beds, but mostly father treats local people and prescribes medicine.”
She pushed the door open and walked into the dark room, years of living in the cramped building allowing her to move through the pitch-black space without hitting anything. When she reached the door to the office, she reached inside and flicked on the light. She turned to tell the man to come in.
He stood right behind her, his eyes stormy again as he looked around, his shoulders tensed as he scanned the darkness, as if he was expecting trouble.
“Father normally leaves this light on, but I prefer to turn it off when my parents are away.” She set her backpack down on the chair by the desk, and pointed to the gurney. “Have a seat.”
The man eyed it with suspicion, but moved past her and arranged himself on the padded bench. Aiko didn’t fail to notice the way his lips twisted as he sat, or the way his left arm tightened on his ribs.
“Is it just your hand that’s hurt?” She edged closer to him.
His eyes darkened a full shade, but around his pupils they seemed to grow brighter, turning cerulean. Not the lights.
She changed course, heading towards the white cupboards instead of him, giving him a moment to forget her question. He was hurt, but he didn’t want her seeing it.
Because he didn’t trust her.
Maybe it had been a mistake to insist on helping him.
Aiko paused with her fingers on the metal handle of the top drawer. It didn’t feel like a mistake though. Helping him felt like the right thing to do. She had said she would take care of his hand, and that was what she would do. She owed him that much. She wouldn’t press him to let her see his other injury, or ask him how it happened, because now she felt sure it hadn’t happened on the train.
He had been injured before saving her.
Yet he had still stepped in to help her.
“My parents are away visiting family.” She opened the drawer as she rambled, filling the tense silence and giving him a clear sign that she wasn’t going to press him for answers. “I was going to go, but university is too busy right now.”
She found the bandages and opened a fresh roll, and grabbed the scissors and tape too. She placed them on the black seat beside him and found the cotton wool and saline solution, and a tray to place all the dirty items in when she was done with them.
When she pulled a pair of disposable gloves from the box and tugged them on, he frowned at her.
“You seem used to this.” He nodded towards the items next to him when she looked at him.
Aiko shrugged and removed her short black jacket, draping it over the back of the chair, and rolled up the sleeves of her dress. “I grew up in a clinic, and I’m studying medicine at university. Can you take your coat off for me?”
He released his ribs and tugged the right sleeve of his coat up his forearm, making it clear he wasn’t going to be removing the garment. Because he didn’t want her to see the wound he was trying to hide.
She pushed the need to see it and tend to it to the back of her mind and focused on the one he would let her see and treat.
When she took a step towards him, he tensed and she flicked her eyes up to meet his. His were brighter, a sunny summer sky that deep inside she knew was a bad sign and not a good one. She kept still, watching the war rage in his eyes as his irises grew darker around the edges. She had never seen eyes like his, but then she had never met a man like him.
When his eyes settled, and he released the breath he had been holding, she risked moving. He didn’t tense again as she approached him, keeping her eyes off him to give him time to calm himself.
His voice was gravelly when he spoke. “Is university the reason you were out so late?”
He was trying to fill the silence now, to take his mind off what she was doing, and she went along with it, wanting him to be as comfortable as possible. She soaked some of the cotton wool in the saline solution on one side of the tray, and then slowly turned towards him.
As she reached for the makeshift bandage he had wrapped around the wound, she answered him so he would have something to focus on other than what her hands were doing. “I had work tonight, and afterwards I met my friends in Shibuya. I meant to be home earlier than this, but it’s so easy to lose track of time.”
She drew the white handkerchief away from his arm and her eyebrows briefly knit as she looked down and spotted a tattoo peeking out of the blood on his wrist, just above a thin black bracelet that sat flush against his skin.
He noticed where she was looking and tensed, and she swore he was waiting for her to mention it as she turned and placed the soiled cloth on the tray.
It had surprised her, but she wasn’t one to hold with the traditional view of tattoos. She doubted he was yakuza.
Aiko focused on her work, carefully wiping the blood on his arm and hand away with the saline solution until she could see the wound—a three-inch-long gash that ran at a diagonal across his forearm a few inches above his wrist.
And his tattoo.
A beautiful dark blue trident on the inside of his wrist.
“You shouldn’t be out so late at night,” he muttered as she dabbed the gash with the solution, making sure it was completely cleaned.
Clearly, he shouldn’t be out so late at night either. It meant bad things for both of them, but at least she hadn’t ended up with what looked like a knife wound. He must have been in a fight. Under the bright light of the inspection lamp, she had spotted more cuts on his neck, and a few on his face. Plus there was the one he didn’t want her to know about.
How deep was that wound?
She risked a glance at his right side as she turned to toss the used cotton wool on the tray and reached for the bandages. His black coat was wet from the rain, making it impossible for her to judge how much blood he had lost. She frowned as she spotted a single tear in it, barely an inch long.
A stab wound.
He needed treatment, and she wanted to give it to him, but she kept her tongue in check and didn’t mention it.
The wound on his arm must have been from the same fight, and it was already sealed and healing. The one he was hiding might be healing just as rapidly. Which only made the feeling she had grow stronger. He hadn’t come with her for treatment. He had come with her to ensure she reached her home safely.
“This looks good.” She carefully wrapped the bandages around his arm. “It should heal nicely. Hold this.”
He placed his fingers on the end of the bandage where hers had been. She picked up the scissors and cut the ribbon of cream material, and then grabbed the tape and snipped off two long pieces.
She placed one just below his fingers, brushing them.
He snatched his hand away as if she had burned him.
Aiko pretended not to notice that too, or his sharp intake of breath and the way his eyes drilled into her, and that feeling rose again, warning her to move away from him. She refused and placed the second piece of tape, and smoothed them both down carefully.
Her fingers slowed as she looked at his arm.
Silvery scars spiralled around his forearm, from halfway down to his wrist.
She reached out to touch one.
He shoved the sleeve of his coat down, stealing them from view, and she jumped, her entire body tensing as she quickly drew her hand to her chest.
Words warred on her lips and in her heart, an apology battling a desire to question him, to know what sort of life he led to have such deep scars, to end up wounded and act as if it was nothing.
“Thanks,” he muttered, the word hollow and devoid of the emotion that normally accompanied it.
“Would you like some tea?”
He was off the gurney before she could even finish that question, his long black coat swirling around his legs as he strode from the office.
“I should go.” He was in the doorway of the clinic by the time she left the office, his figure nothing more than a silhouette in the light coming in from the street. He looked back at her. “But thank you.”
He was gone.
Aiko stared at the doorway for a heartbeat and then hurried forwards, but there was no sign of him in the street. It was as if he had simply disappeared.
It wouldn’t surprise her if he had.
His words rang in her head, his deep voice a soothing sound as she replayed them, focusing on the last three.
A thank you that had been genuine.
He had reluctantly thanked her for tending to his wound, but then she had offered him tea and he had thanked her from the heart?
Or was that thank you for something else?
She closed her eyes and relived that moment, and the way he had looked at her.
The way his blue eyes had glowed in the slim light.
It struck her that he hadn’t been thanking her for the offer of tea.
He had been thanking her for not breaking his trust.
For not hurting him.
Aiko tipped her head back and watched the patchy clouds racing across the inky sky, revealing hints of stars between them.
Strange man.
If she could call him a man.




Book 1: Ares
Book 2: Valen
Book 3: Esher
Book 4: Marek – Coming in 2018

Felicity Heaton is a New York Times and USA Today international best-selling author writing passionate paranormal romance books. In her books, she creates detailed worlds, twisting plots, mind-blowing action, intense emotion and heart-stopping romances with leading men that vary from dark deadly vampires to sexy shape-shifters and wicked werewolves, to sinful angels and hot demons! If you're a fan of paranormal romance authors Lara Adrian, J R Ward, Sherrilyn Kenyon, Gena Showalter and Christine Feehan then you will enjoy her books too.
If you love your angels a little dark and wicked, the best-selling Her Angel series is for you. If you like strong, powerful, and dark vampires then try the Vampires Realm series or any of her stand-alone vampire romance books. If you’re looking for vampire romances that are sinful, passionate and erotic then try the best-selling Vampire Erotic Theatre series. Or if you prefer huge detailed worlds filled with hot-blooded alpha males in every species, from elves to demons to dragons to shifters and angels, then take a look at the new Eternal Mates series.
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Tuesday, April 3, 2018

Check this out: ATTICUS by Sawyer Bennett!


Atticus
Sawyer Bennett
Release Date: June 12, 2018



Synopsis:

Through the haze of vodka and self-loathing, Hazel Roundtree saw the poor creature lying in a ditch.

One brown eye. One blue.

Covered in mud and crying from pain, the puppy was desperately trying to free itself from a hopeless situation.

She almost kept walking by. She had her own problems and besides… no one had ever stopped to help her.

Who we’re ultimately meant to be is a journey without end, but there’s always a defined start…

Hazel had no idea the dog would be her beginning, her second chance, the miracle she never saw coming. She named him Atticus. He grew up to be a very bad—and completely awesome—dog.

A heart-warming and deliciously funny story about the world’s worst behaved dog and how he taught his human how to love again. Atticus will take the reader on a wild romp of mischievous misadventures in search of a much needed happily ever after.


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About the Author:
Since the release of her debut contemporary romance novel, Off Sides, in January 2013, Sawyer Bennett has released multiple books, many of which have appeared on the New York Times, USA Today and Wall Street Journal bestseller lists.

A reformed trial lawyer from North Carolina, Sawyer uses real life experience to create relatable, sexy stories that appeal to a wide array of readers. From new adult to erotic contemporary romance, Sawyer writes something for just about everyone.

Sawyer likes her Bloody Marys strong, her martinis dirty, and her heroes a combination of the two. When not bringing fictional romance to life, Sawyer is a chauffeur, stylist, chef, maid, and personal assistant to a very active daughter, as well as full-time servant to her adorably naughty dogs. She believes in the good of others, and that a bad day can be cured with a great work-out, cake, or even better, both.

Sawyer also writes general and women’s fiction under the pen name S. Bennett and sweet romance under the name Juliette Poe.

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Blog Tour: WATCHED by Suzanne Jefferies!

Watched
By Suzanne Jefferies
Suzanne will be giving away two ebooks of Watched to two lucky winners. Please use the Rafflecopter below to enter. Remember you may increase your chances of winning by visiting the other tour stops. You may find those locations here
Blurb:  Newly divorced Professor Evie Brown notices her student Cameron Slade and how attentive he seems, so totally unlike her ex-husband. Cameron is also delicious to look at, all taut body, broad shoulders, and hot eyes. He’s forbidden territory, but one late afternoon as she pleasures herself in an empty lecture hall, she looks up to find she’s not alone. He’s there…watching her. And then there’s Sophie Walker. Ever since Evie met the sensual woman, she’s allowed her inhibitions to unreel, one by one. It’s Sophie who’s been sharing Evie’s erotic awakening, Sophie who she yearns for. Or is it? Amazon Buy Link  Excerpt: 
I wipe clean the whiteboard, enjoying the push of the felt, swinging from side to side as I move, the squeaking sound it makes as it erases the past three hours’ worth of hard work. An image replays over and over—that unexpected reveal of Cameron’s torso—a handspan of bareness, the grooved shadow of muscle. It was a shock to the sterility of that lecture hall. My mouth waters. Bare, taut skin—that male skin, so much rougher, harsher than a woman’s.
Male.
I replace the lids on the markers and switch off the projector. Alone. Facing late afternoon emptiness.
If Cameron were to give me something I’d like... I’d like him, close to me, all sweet-sandy raw male youth, at my knees. Male.
I swallow back the desire that is starting to slither through me, stroking the space between my neck and collarbone. Cameron. I picture the way he ran his hands through his lightly gelled hair, the bulge in his arms as his hands extended behind his head. The soft curve of his lower lip. That vulnerable stretch of torso that was making my mouth salivate like a beast before its slaughter.
About the Author:
Suzanne Jefferies loves to write romance. As a member of ROSA (Romance Writers of South Africa), she knows that she’s not the only believer in romantic tension and emotional power smacks to keep the romance reader hooked. A movie fanatic, she spends most of her time as a writer-for-hire. Working in communication, she has done more than her fair share of corporate and investor PR, and now freelances in between editorial jobs for big. glossy company magazines. The Joy of Comfort Eating, her first contemporary romance novel, won the 2016 Imbali Award for excellence in romance writing.
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Monday, April 2, 2018

Review: RECOVERED by Jay Crownover!

   

The road to recovery is full of twists and turns no matter who is in the driver’s seat.

From New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author Jay Crownover comes a standalone romance with a hero sure to keep readers up long into the night. Check out the review below and pick up your copy of RECOVERED now!

   

My Review: Holy. Friggin'. Crap! This book, guys. I'm not sure I have the necessary vocabulary range to properly express how much I LOVED this. Enemies to lovers is a classic tale, but this book is anything but. I've been a fan of Jay Crownover since just before Rome was released, and this book is my new favorite. It is simultaneously both so her, and so new and different and just.. amazing. 

Recovered gave me all the feels. It's been a while since a book made me outwardly emote - I might smile now and then, or frown, but it's not so noticeable. I actually had coworkers ask me if I was okay while I was reading this, because my emotions were all over the place... and apparently all over my face. I was moved, to say the least. Affton and Cable are my new favorite Crownover couple, but it's Cable that really steals the show. He's just so... so.. sexy, vulnerable, hurt, and amazing.

Cover Lovin': This might be my favorite Jay Crownover cover yet!

Recommendation: Read it now, now, now!

Final Rating: FIVE out of FIVE stars (5/5)!!! Seriously, this might be my new favorite Jay Crownover book. Buy it now!

It was hate at first sight......

Affton

I hated Cable James McCaffrey.

He was entitled, spoiled, a user…and an addict.

He was out of control and didn’t bother trying to hide it.

He had everything anyone could want but still seemed miserable and lost.

Every move he made, every mistake he stumbled his way through, rubbed me the wrong way. However, I couldn’t stop myself from trying to save him from himself when no one else would. In the sweltering heat of the summer, Cable taught me that having it all means nothing if you can’t have the one thing you want more than anything else.

Cable

I was obsessed with Affton Reed.

She was rigid, uptight, and no fun. There was something about her innate goodness that called to me.

She acted like she was above all the normal faults and failures that clung to the rest of us like the scent of smoke after a fire.

I was infatuated with her, but that didn’t stop me from acting like she didn’t exist.

In the scorching heat of summer, Affton taught me that there is always a way back from the brink of despair. She showed me that the trick to having it all was realizing that it was already there, in my hands. All I had to do was hold onto it.

​The road to recovery is full of twists and turns no matter who is in the driver’s seat.

 

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Review: SPARKS FLY by Lauren Runow!


Please join us in celebrating the release of
Sparks Fly by Lauren Runow! 



Title: Sparks Fly by Lauren Runow
Age Group: Adult
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Cover Designer: Designed With Grace
Release Date: April 3, 2018

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My Review: This was an adorable story. Falling in love with royalty has started to come back around, and I am all for that - it's also on the top of my list of favorite romance tropes. I blame it on my teenaged love of The Princess Diaries, which I'll admit to never having got over... But enough about that, back to this book! Sage and Everly are just so sweet together. 

Author Lauren Runow definitely has a good writing style. This is the first I've heard of this author, but I would for sure check out more. There were quite a few cliches in this book, which made it a little predictable at first. But by the end, it took on a unique, original tone, and I was really getting into it. If you want a classic contemporary romance, this would be a great choice.

Cover Lovin': Two thumbs up.

Recommendation: Stand-alone, no prior knowledge necessary.

Final Rating:  THREE out of FIVE stars (3/5)! A little cliched, but definitely fun.

Happy Reading!
~!~ Amanda, Novel Addiction ~!~


Synopsis

Everly wasn’t excited over her impending meeting with the enigmatic Prince Sage. Being one of only four women from whom the Prince gets to choose in marriage was never something she valued. Her goal was to politely and elegantly remove herself from a forced wedding due to long standing traditions. Handsome Prince or not, she won’t marry for anything but love. 

Once Sage proceeds to the next candidate, Everly finally feels she can move forward with her life. On her own terms. That is, until she receives a mysterious request, asking her to solve a riddle, taking her on a night she’ll never forget.

A fervent adventure ensues, and attraction builds as the excitement of the night unfolds. Sparks fly in more ways than one just as she finds out who’s stealing her heart.




ABOUT THE AUTHOR:

Lauren Runow is the author of multiple Adult Contemporary Romance novels, some more dirty than others. When Lauren isn't writing, you'll find her listening to music, at her local CrossFit, reading, or at the baseball field with her boys. Her only vice is coffee, and she swears it makes her a better mom!

Lauren is a graduate from the Academy of Art in San Francisco and is the founder and co-owner of the community magazine she and her husband publish. She lives in Northern California with her husband and two sons.

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Disclaimer: I received a copy to review.