Cover Design: Shanoff Formats
Release Date: September 15, 2017
Welcome to the island.
This is no fantasy. Continue reading
Cover Design: Shanoff Formats
Release Date: September 15, 2017
Welcome to the island.
This is no fantasy. Continue reading
Drunk Dial is probably my favorite book from Ward. It was just emotional enough without being overbearing or over dramatic. Rana and Landon are a fantastic couple that I fell in love with instantly. I swear. Continue reading
New Moon was a perfectly fine read. Maybe it’s my recent mood (as previously posted about) that has made enjoying books oddly difficult, but I’m stuck on “it was fine.” Continue reading
JB Salsbury has been a favorite author of mine since I first opened the pages of Fighting for Flight. She was my fighter romance writer and I loved it.
Then she stepped off the path she had traveling and wrote Split. Some people freak out when “their” author(s) try new things, but I personally LOVE it. So I read Split and was bowled over. Then came Wrecked…
Guess what I didn’t do?
I didn’t read the blurb.
*GASP* I know! But for realz… I didn’t need to. I did not care what the book was about, it was by Salsbury and I was totally in. Balls deep.
And guess what?
IT PAID OFF! I got to jump in blind, and read with no expectations. I think it made it even better. Like, I wanna try one of those “blind date” shelves at a book store.
I fell in love with the struggle each character. As I swiped left (not that kinda swipe people) a beautiful story of pain, torment, guilt, and fear developed before my eyes. As the H and h each were forced out of their comfort zones, I was right there, hanging on by a thread. There were moments I smiled to myself. Moments I got a tad misty-eyed. And moments where I simply couldn’t breathe.
I can’t say that I couldn’t put the book down. I did. A few times. But – and this is important – I read this in the middle of my book funk. So just the fact that I didn’t walk away proves (to me) just how fab this book really is.
When you can’t trust yourself, how can you ask anyone else to?
It’s been months since Aden Colt left the Army, and still the memories haunt him. When he moved into a tiny boat off the California coast, he thought he’d found the perfect place to escape life. Then Sawyer shows up and turns his simple life upside down. Beautiful and sophisticated, she seems out of place in this laid-back beach town. Something is pushing her to experience everything she can-including Aden. But as much as he wants her, starting a relationship with Sawyer puts them both at risk. For Aden, the past doesn’t stay there; it shows up unexpectedly, uncontrollably, and doesn’t care whose life it wrecks.
I want to say upfront, if not for the foreshadowing of the next book, I probably would have given Forbidden Promises 3.5 stars. But I feel comfortable giving 4 because the foreshadowing is part of the book. I don’t know if that makes sense…but part of why I kept reading was the more exciting storyline that would be coming…
Back on track. This is another fun suspense from Katee Robert. The pattern of the previous books is very much alive and well, but the characters are unique enough tho the s I want to say upfront, if not for the foreshadowing of the next book, I probably would have given Forbidden Promises 3.5 stars. But I feel comfortable giving 4 because the foreshadowing is part of the book. I don’t know if that makes sense…but part of why I kept reading was the more exciting storyline that would be coming…
Back on track. This is another fun suspense from Katee Robert. The pattern of the previous books is very much alive and well, but the characters are unique enough tho the series that it’s okay. Yeah, you kinda know how it’s going down, but not completely. There are still enough surprises to keep things from getting boring. Oh, and if Robert knows how to do anything without question, it’s write one HELL of a sex scene. Like, holy-crap-i-need-new-panties-and-a-vibrator-right-this-second sex scenes.
New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Katee Robert delivers the next book in her sizzling O’Malleys family series, hailed as “The Godfather meets Romeo & Juliet.” FORBIDDEN PROMISES features Sloan O’Malley and her mysterious new next-door neighbor, Jude MacNamara.
Some lines should never be crossed . . . not even for love.
Sloan O’Malley just left her entire world behind-her family, her wealth, and even her real name. For the first time in her life, she’s free. She can live the “normal” life she’s always wanted. A life without fear. But there’s nothing safe about her intensely sexy next-door neighbor.
Jude MacNamara has no room for innocence in his life. Only revenge. Still, he’s never been able to walk away from the forbidden, and Sloan–who is every inch of pure, mouthwatering temptation–has forbidden written all over her. Only after it’s way too late does he discover the real danger: claiming Sloan as his puts a target on her back. To protect her, Jude is willing risk everything . . . and to hell with the consequences.
The first time I met Caine West was in a bar.
He noticed me looking his way and mistakenly read my scowling as checking him out.
When he attempted to talk to me, I set him straight—telling him what I thought of his lying, cheating, egomaniacal ass.
You see, the gorgeous jerk had wined and dined my best friend–smooth talking her into his bed, all along failing to mention that he was married.
He deserved every bit of my tongue-lashing and more for what he’d done.
Especially when that lazy smile graced his perfect face in response to my rant.
Only it turned out, the man I’d just told off wasn’t the right guy.
Oops. My mistake.
Embarrassed, I slunk out without an apology.
I was never going to see the handsome stranger again anyway, right?
That’s what I thought…until I walked into class the next morning.
Well, hello Professor West, I’m your new teaching assistant.
I’ll be working under you…figuratively speaking.
Although the literal interpretation might not be such a bad thing—working under Professor West.
This was going to be interesting…
If there is anything Vi Keeland can do, it’s get a reader right in the feels. I was drawn to both characters. I especially loved how we were introduced to Caine (not sure if someone would call it a spoiler, so I’m staying safe an keeping quiet). The tension, though high and constant, never overwhelmed the story or the characters. It was just there, part of life that had to be dealt with. Then…Keeland ramps it up a trillion notches to kaboom and it. Was. Glorious.
Caine is the sexy professor with one heck of a dirty mouth. Rachel is sweet, intelligent, full of heart, and (best of all) not afraid to call people on their…stuff 😉 Their combination is combustible.
As with all Keeland books, this is a must read. Right now. Do not pause. Do not pass go. Do not collect $200. Just read it.
Vi Keeland is a #1 New York Times Bestselling author. With more than 1.5 million books sold, her titles have appeared in over eighty Bestseller lists and are currently translated in sixteen languages. She resides in New York with her husband and their three children where she is living out her own happily ever after with the boy she met at age six.
Another fab RomCom from Jessica Prince.
While many romantic comedies cross the line between funny and ridiculous, Seducing Lola is not an over-the-top, Three Stoges read. Its humor is smart, contemporary, and well timed. The romance is thick, but not cheesy; like the perfect schmear of cream cheese on a fresh everything bagel. The characters are likeable and fun, while being real enough to want to go to coffee (or, ya know, a bar) with.
I loved the progression. I adored the plot. And, AND, when I got nervous about one character, Prince did the right thing and made them amazing. It was pleasantly surprising.
Overall, Seducing Lola is the perfect book for long-time RomCom lovers and newbies alike
I’ve had my fair share of bad relationships. I’ve dated liars, cheaters, shoe fetishists, and everything in between. Sure, these experiences would make any woman cynical when it comes to dipping her toe back into the dating pool, but I used my past for good and made a career out of helping other women avoid going down the same paths I had.
And I was damn good at it.
Until a random act of fate set my life on a course I’d been avoiding for years, and put me in the crosshairs of a man that made me feel things I swore to never feel again.
Now I’m in his sights and it seems like he’ll stop at nothing to seduce the hell out of me. He might hold my career in the palm of his hands, but if Grayson Lockhart thinks he can blackmail me into submission with his sexy voice and sexy hands and sexy everything, then he’s…probably right.
If you’d have asked my twenty-year-old self what I saw in my future ten years down the road, I probably would’ve answered the same way as every other naïve co-ed living the college dream on Sorority Row.
I’d be married to the love of my life, raising our two perfect children in the suburbs—because the city is no place to bring up a family, obviously—and driving a top-of-the-line SUV that all the minivan moms would envy because I had way too much style to ever be caught dead driving a minivan.
Clearly, my twenty-year-old self was an idiot.
It was she who forgave—then was subsequently dumped by—my college sweetheart after finding him pile-driving my sorority sister from behind on the handmade quilt I’d spent countless hours creating out of his old high school football T-shirts as a birthday present. His brilliant excuse?
“You’re just not adventurous enough, Lola. She’s willing to try things in bed that you aren’t.”
Apparently refusing to allow him to film us having sex and entering it into a contest on a porn site was just too vanilla for him. Last I heard, he was making a killing on the amateur scene.
Unfortunately, my twenty-one and twenty-two-year-old selves weren’t all that smart either.
It was my twenty-one-year-old self who discovered I’d unwittingly been made a beard by Brad, the guy I had dated for six months, because his evangelical parents just “wouldn’t understand.”
BTW, Brad and Phillip’s wedding was a really lovely affair. He asked me to stand as his best woman—since he considered our relationship the reason he finally made his way out of the closet—but I turned down the honor, choosing instead to get annihilated on mojitos at the open bar.
My twenty-two-year-old self thought I had finally found a decent guy. That was until I came home to find him doing something I’ll never be able to unsee to a pair of Louboutins I’d spent the better part of a year saving up for.
The saddest part? I hadn’t even had a chance to wear them before his defilement. I didn’t have the heart to throw them in the trash, so I let him take them with him when I kicked his ass out.
I should’ve known better, honestly. It wasn’t like I’d grown up in a home with my very own personal June and Ward Cleaver. Oh no, my parents split when I was only six years old. And it was anything but amicable. My mom never kept her hatred for my father secret. And dear old Dad never hid the string of women he kept on tap, one for whatever mood he may’ve been in. It was shocking that I hadn’t grown bitter at an even younger age, having to deal with their drama, but I was in my early twenties and still a believer in happily ever afters.
Like I said, I was an idiot.
Now I know what you’re thinking. After three miserable failures, I was probably a jaded cynic who was convinced true love didn’t exist.
Well, you’d only be half right. See, I believed in love, sure… as long as it was happening to anyone other than me. I’d been the fateful target of that bastard Cupid’s stupid-ass arrow three times already; I had no desire to go for a fourth. I wasn’t anti-relationship when it came to other people. To each their own and all that jazz. And I didn’t hate men. I just didn’t believe they were of any use to me for anything other than a few hours of fun that eventually led to a—hopeful—mutual release before I sent them on their way.
I learned from my mistakes, grown wise as the years passed. I knew exactly what I wanted out of my life, and believe me, there wasn’t a shitty picket fence in sight. If the suburbs were for families, then the city was exactly where I was meant to be. I was a successful, accomplished thirty-two-year-old woman who’d gotten where I was in life by hard work, perseverance, and the cluelessness of women all around the world.
My name was known in households all throughout Washington State. I, along with my two best friends, hosted Seattle’s most successful female-based talk radio show, aptly titled Girl Talk. I’d managed to make more money in the past ten years by offering relationship advice to helpless women than I’d ever know what to do with.
It was safe to say the rose-colored glasses were off. I lived in the real world where men cheated and women drowned their sorrows in vats of Ben & Jerry’s.
Sure, I wasn’t living the future I saw for myself when I was twenty, but then again, at twenty, I still thought Brad Pitt and Jennifer Aniston were meant to be, that Wedding Crashers was cinematic brilliance, and that the whole Tom Cruise/Oprah couch jumping “I’m in love with Katie Holmes” thing was actually romantic. What the hell did I know back then?
A lot had changed over the years. And as I gazed out the floor-to-ceiling windows of my penthouse apartment, overlooking the Puget Sound, I could honestly say without a shred of doubt that I wouldn’t have it any other way.
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Born and raised around Houston Texas, Jessica spent most of her life complaining about the heat, humidity, and all around pain in the ass weather. It was only as an adult that she quickly realized the cost of living in Houston made up for not being able to breathe when she stepped outside. That’s why God created central air, after all.
Jessica is the mother of a perfect little boy–she refuses to accept that he inherited her attitude and sarcastic nature no matter what her husband says.
In addition to being a wife and mom, she’s also a wino, a coffee addict, and an avid lover of all types of books–romances still being her all time favs. Her husband likes to claim that reading is her obsession but she just says it’s a passion…there’s a difference. Not that she’d expect a boy to understand.
Jessica has been writing since she was a little girl, but thankfully grew out of drawing her own pictures for her stories before ever publishing her first book. Because an artist she is not.
Jessica’s Princesses: http://bit.ly/JPsPrincesses