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Sunday, December 10, 2017

The Billionaire’s Secret by Mika Lane πŸ’• Book Blitz & Signed Book Giveaway πŸ’• (Contemporary Romance)

He’s straight as an arrow on the outside. And crooked as sin on the inside.

By day, Varden Gallagher goes to work at One Market Street, where he’s manager of a big, successful hedge fund. He’s powerful, wealthy, and can have any woman he wants. But at night he slides into a secret world. One where wealth and power count for nothing, and all that matters are your desires, and how you control them. Or don’t.

When he sees his business associate’s daughter—fresh out of college reporter Saffi Bartlett —at the secret Club Silk, he decides to have some fun. Little does he know, the joke’s on him, and it looks like his sinful ways won’t be hush-hush for much longer.

After all, isn’t it the straightest arrow that eventually breaks?

Only fifteen minutes in, but so far, sex clubs rocked.
The place was overwhelming. Refraining from staring was simply not possible. I couldn’t help myself. In the few minutes I’d been in the Twist Room, the place had filled up. P’s dress was down around her waist, and a man and a woman enjoyed each of her bare breasts. Gradually, the dress came completely off, revealing a clean-shaven pussy, which she began to finger with fury.
Jesus. She’s gonna come.
I’d never seen a woman orgasm. Well, except in porn, and everyone knew that shit was fake. On top of that, I’d never been with a woman—something I was beginning to think I might be interested in changing.
At the other end of the room, a man lay on his back with a woman straddling his hips. She leaned forward, kissing him. Just behind her was another guy. Holy shit, no way. The guy in back had loaded up his hand and then his cock with a bunch of lube. And now that cock was disappearing into that woman’s—ass. Yes, ass.
What a night to remember. For the sake of the paper, of course.
The woman, nearing delirium, moaned loudly. The guys were pretty damn loud, too, with their grunts and groans. I looked around to see if I was the only looky-loo staring, but the three had attracted attention from many in the room.
“You seem to like what you’re seeing,” my new friend whispered.
No shit.
G—the club nickname of a guy wearing a wild-looking Venetian mask—seemed to have taken a liking to me, at least enough to spirit me away from my new “friend,” P.
I turned my attention back to him. “Well, don’t you think it’s hot? I mean, come on.” I gestured to all the people gathered around to watch.
His head twitched the tiniest amount. God, I wish I could have seen his face. I was at such a disadvantage.
He didn’t miss a beat. “The first time you see other people fucking, it’s kind of shocking. But once you get used to it, it’s pretty damn alluring,” he said, quietly.
His voice sounded tinny from inside the mask. I guess I understood the desire to disguise one’s identity. Indeed, it seemed about half the club felt that way. But it would have been nice to see the man I was speaking with.
“It is pretty amazing,” I agreed.
He stood, hand extended. “Let’s get a better look.”
“Really? It’s not, I don’t know…tacky?” Someone I’d not known fifteen minutes ago was inviting me to watch sex.
“It’s to be expected, watching and being watched,” he said, leading me over to the threesome. “Have you ever been watched?”
Kind of a personal question. But given where we were, it seemed par for the course.
“No,” I said, trying to stay cool, like I talked about things like this all the time. “In college, my roommate and I sometimes had our boyfriends stay over at the same time. We’d all be going at it, but the lights would be out.” I shook me head. “It was nothing like this, that’s for sure.”
He laughed. “I remember those days. I guess some things never change.”
“What about you?” It was so strange to talk to someone whose eyes were the only thing I could see. No expression to read, no emotion to react to. And I could barely see his eyes as it was, with the room so dark.
He paused before answering me. “I’ve enjoyed my time as a member of the club. Let’s just say that.”
The woman just next to me, nude but for high heels, leaned into the man behind her. One of his hands worked its way in and out of her pussy lips, slowing to provide her clit extra attention. She writhed against him, one hand gripping his arm for balance, the other stroking her own breasts.
Another member of the audience had freed his cock from the fly of his trousers and was stroking it in a leisurely rhythm. In the outside world you’d call the cops on that. But at Club Silk, it seemed all bets were off.
The other voyeurs were enthralled, some silent and awestruck, while others chatted quietly as if they were studying a work of art.
The subject of all this attention, the threesome, seemed not to notice. The woman being pummeled in two places had closed her eyes, having reached another plane of being. She ground onto the cock below her while the one behind slowly made its way in and out of her ass.
How the hell would I put this in my story?
The experience stunned me into an erotic daze. The three were entirely in sync, enjoying their own pleasure as equally as their lovers’. I shifted to get comfortable in my binding blue jeans, and when I looked down, found my nipples jutting hard against my silk top.
I wobbled in my high-heeled boots, and just as wooziness overtook me, G caught my arm and lowered me to a close by sofa.
“You almost fainted,” he said, pushing errant strands of hair from my face.
The room was still swirling. “Could I get a glass of cool water, please?” I asked, and leaned my head back on the sofa.
When he returned, he ran a small ice cube over the back of my neck. God, that felt good.
“Thank you. I don’t know what happened. I guess it was the champagne, the excitement...” I shook my head to clear the cobwebs.
He ran his palm along my cheek. It felt nice, but with the mask between us, it was oddly non-intimate.
“Why do you wear that?” I asked, running a finger along the filigree trim.
He placed my hand back in my lap. Geez.
“I like my privacy.”
“Do you take it off?”
“Nope. Not in the club, anyway.”
With the heady setting, coupled with the champagne and G’s seductive attentions, I’d nearly forgotten my purpose for being there. “Have you been a member long?” I asked, easing back into reporter mode.
His fingers entwined mine. Smart move, this guy. Make the girl relaxed, admired, and then go in for the kill.
“Nobody knows how long the club has been around. As for me, I’ve been a member…long enough.”
A non-answer answer.
“Okay.” Seemed that was all I was going to get. At least for now.
He ran his thumb over my lower lip. His hand smelled like expensive soap, and his rolled sleeves showed a nice, strong forearm, and just the edge of a tattoo.
“What’s with all the questions?” he asked. “Are you a private detective or something?”
With the damn mask, I couldn’t tell if he was serious or pulling my leg.
I leaned toward him and whispered, “Why yes. I am a private detective. I’m here to gather information on—” I looked for someone to gesture toward. “Him. That gentleman over there.”
“Why? What did he do?” He leaned in conspiratorially, playing along.
“Rumor has it...” I paused and looked around for dramatic effect. “That he waters his lawn when California’s in a drought.”
G laughed from behind his mask, shaking his head.
Whew. Close one.
So far, I hadn’t gathered much of anything to build a story around. But I’d gotten a ton of material that I could…um…dream about. That sort of thing.
I stood. Time for good-byes. I saw P on the other side of the room, having fun with a new couple—a very expensively dressed man, and a woman who looked like a model. She moved back and forth between kissing the two of them.
I caught her eye, and she waved and blew me a kiss. So I blew one back. When in Rome…
I turned to G, yawning dramatically. “I need to head home. Early morning.”
He stood slowly and tilted his head at me. “I’ll walk you out.”
As we approached the ground floor, he stopped me on the stairs and seized a shank of hair from the back of my head. Holy shit. With a tug, he pulled my head back, holding it close enough to his face that I could hear his breath.
I closed my eyes, tumbling into the sensation of a strange man taking control. And as soon as I did, he spun me around to bend me over the stair railing. With my balance thrown off, there was no choice but to lean all my weight on it. He’d seized the upper hand. Not that I minded.
I hadn’t come to play, but if I were an ice queen, wouldn’t that raise suspicion?
Oh hell, who was I kidding. I was dying for release. Watching all that fucking was not for the faint of heart, and especially not for someone who badly needed to get off. The atmosphere was irresistible. I wouldn’t have made it home without at least one good orgasm in the car.
“Pull down your jeans,” he growled, tightening his grip on my hair.
My hands flew to unbutton my pants. I hesitated and glanced around, seeing people in various stages of undress all around.
So I undid my fly—all in the name of research—and pushed my jeans to just below my ass cheeks.
G followed by hooking a finger in the lace of my thong panty. In an instant, my ass was entirely bare, my sex throbbing from the thrill of exposure.
And strangely, there was no embarrassment. On the contrary, it was empowering. And fucking sexy as hell. Exhibitionism was underrated.
His warm hand ran over my ass, and then thwack! He’d smacked my right cheek good and hard. And it hurt. But just when the stinging reached its crescendo, his large palm relieved my burning skin with a soft, smooth touch, calming the fire.
This time he’d smacked my left ass cheek. And again, as my flesh screamed in pain, he soothed me. For a moment, I considered protesting out of decorum, having never been spanked before. But the truth was, I wanted him to continue. It was confusing as hell. The more turned on I got, the more confused I became, vacillating between wondering if our play was okay or whether it was degrading, and admitting I loved it.
His lips touched my ear. “You like that, my little friend? You like having your sweet ass smacked till it’s bright pink? You should see it. So pretty, all worked up.”
I just nodded. I couldn’t even speak.
As my burning flesh cooled, his fingers tickled the crack of my ass. I squirmed from the sensation, earning myself another smack. And then another
I squeezed my thighs together in hope of some relief. But I knew there was only one thing that would help.

In the restroom, I dug into my makeup bag and proceeded to remove my working girl face and replace it with…what? My sex club face? I carefully re-did my makeup with an eye to creating a sexy, dramatic look. The YouTube videos I’d watched on applying “evening makeup” were paying off. I didn’t look like a harlot, at least I didn’t think so, but I didn’t look like a nun, either.
I pulled a small can of hairspray out of my purse and shot it over the top of my hair. As it dried, I brushed and teased it into something I hoped was alluring. It was the best I could do.
Done primping, I headed out. The bartender did a double take at my quick makeover.
Whatever, dude.

I leaned toward her to finally feel her lips. And they were as soft and delicious as I knew they’d be.
I brushed my lips against her mouth, as if to warm up, and she relaxed into the sensation with a small moan and shuddering breath. With a hand behind her head, I pressed more firmly and hers parted just enough for to tickle her with my tongue. She leaned into me to increase the pressure and in a moment, I was pressing kisses all over her stunning face, even on the silk that covered her eyes.

The Storm by Amanda McKinney πŸ’• Book Blitz & Gift Card Giveaway πŸ’• (Romantic Suspense)

The snow is dropping in Berry Springs… and so are the bodies...

On a pitch-black wintry night, Detective Dean Walker finds a man in the middle of an icy road, with a bullet between his eyes—a murder that is eerily similar to his father’s, which was never solved. Coincidence? No, Dean doesn’t believe in coincidences. He also doesn’t believe in love at first sight, until he meets the victim’s wife.

Psychologist Heidi Novak is hardly settling into her new mansion in the small, country town of Berry Springs, when she receives a late-night visit by the handsome Dean Walker. Seconds after learning that her husband has been murdered, gunshots explode around her and it becomes apparent that she is the next target.

With a massive winter storm looming, Dean races to find the killer and keep Heidi safe, while facing a long a list of suspects, including Heidi’s arrogant sister-in-law and a local, crusty cowboy. As the evidence mounts, Dean becomes more convinced than ever that his father’s murder is connected to the death of Heidi’s husband.

And he can’t help but think . . . will Heidi be the second love he loses to the ice-cold killer?

Heidi’s heart pounded softly in her chest as she leaned against the frosty windowsill, watching Dean’s determined, focused gaze survey the icy wonderland outside.
Her body was flooded with emotions, still edgy from being shot at the evening before.
She took a deep breath. What would she tell her clients to do in times of total duress? To acknowledge the emotions, to accept the emotions and to address them. But, that seemed impossible right now. Her head was spinning, anxiety coursed through her veins. If she stopped to allow herself to think—to think about her murdered husband, to wonder why someone would want her dead, and to begin to address all the things she needed to do to prepare for the funeral, she feared she’d breakdown.
And yet, of all the things she should be doing at that moment, there she was, staring out the window, watching the most beautiful man she’d ever seen in her life as he attempted to solve the biggest mystery of her life.
There was something about him that she couldn’t quite put her finger on. Beyond the hard exterior, there was . . . an understanding behind his eyes, an understanding of her situation, and there was comfort in that. There was also a protectiveness that made her heart leap out of her chest. She’d seen it in his eyes after shielding her from the bullets, and she’d seen it twice already this morning when he’d noticed the cuts on her face, and perhaps most of all, when his massive body stepped in front of her, protecting her from the stranger he’d seen through the kitchen window. She’d felt so small and vulnerable hovering behind his strong body, and when she’d stepped closely to him, she’d grabbed the back of his shirt—a nonverbal begging for him to keep her safe. Safe from whatever harm was stalking her. As she stood safely behind him, she’d smelled him—that indescribable smell of man that made her want to melt. Melt into his muscular, protective arms.
She sipped her coffee. What the hell was she doing? Her husband’s body wasn’t even cold for Christ’s sake! She was being absolutely ridiculous, and a cold-hearted bitch on top of it.
She stepped back from the window as guilt began to replace the lust brewing in her body. Shouldn’t she be upstairs, balled into a corner, crying her eyes out? Shouldn’t she be inconsolable, surrounded by tissues and wedding pictures? Shouldn’t she be completely devastated, instead of lusting over someone she’d just met?
And then, a sick feeling knotted in her stomach. Had she ever even lusted over Clint? Hell, did she even really know her husband?


One Night by Allie Everhart πŸ’• Book Blitz & Gift Card Giveaway πŸ’• (New Adult Romance)

I’m a true romantic. I believe in fairy tales, soulmates, and happily ever afters. The last way I’d ever try to find my true love is with a one night stand. But that night of the party, I wasn’t looking for my soulmate. I just wanted to do something wild and crazy. So I did.

When a hot guy with dark hair, brooding eyes, and a chiseled face made eye contact with me across a crowded room, I held his stare and waited for him to come over. Before even asking my name, he kissed me. I kissed him back. And then, without giving it a second thought, I followed him to a room and had my first ever one-night stand.

The next morning, I took off. It was only supposed to be one night. Nothing more. But I couldn’t stop thinking about him. Even months later, when I was dating someone else, I was still thinking about that mysterious stranger and the night we shared. Then I found out he’s not a stranger. He’s the friend of my roommate’s boyfriend and has been looking for me all summer.

I can’t let him find me. We were never supposed to see each other again. I’ll admit it was a magical night. One I’ll never forget. There were sparks, fireworks, and this unexplained feeling that we belong together. But soulmates aren’t found with a one-night stand. They’re found with handwritten love notes. Flowers. A first kiss under the moonlight.

A one night stand is the worst love story ever. But what if it’s mine?

I lean down and kiss her, and not a short goodbye kiss, but a real kiss. Slow and drawn out and expressing what I feel for her, which is more than I should feel for a girl after knowing her for such a short time and yet I still do. My feelings for Amber are more than I’ve felt for girls I’ve dated for months. But why? Why do I feel this way? Was it the sex? Did that one night mess with my head, making me think I love this girl after knowing her for just a few hours? That can’t be it. I’ve had sex plenty of times and never felt this way.
Someone’s car alarm goes off and I slowly back away.
“You weren’t supposed to do that,” Amber says in a soft, breathy voice.
“You said I could if we’re in public.”
“But I didn’t mean—”
“No changing the rules now. If we’re in public, I can kiss you. That’s what you said.”
“Fine, but it doesn’t matter because we’re not going out like this again. We’re going back to the letters. You said you’d try it so that’s we’re going to do. No texts. No emails. Just letters. You broke the rules today by coming here but we’re going to get this back on track.”
I just smile at her, then wrap my hand around hers and lead her inside the apartment building. We go up the elevator and when we’re at her door, I say, “I didn’t break the rules.”
“What are you talking about?”
“By showing up here, I didn’t break the rules of our arrangement.”
“Yes you did. You were supposed to just write letters.”
“And do romantic gestures. That’s what you said. And today was a romantic gesture. I showed up at your apartment unannounced. I surprised you. Surprises are romantic gestures.”
“Oh.” She looks perplexed. “Well, that’s not really what I meant.”
“You can’t define romantic gestures. They’re different for everyone. And to me, surprising you like this was a romantic gesture, as was buying you your favorite muffin.”
“Did you look up the definition of gesture? Because you seem to know a lot about them.”
“Not really. I’m kind of learning as I go. This is all new to me. I’ve never had all these dating rules before.”
“I know it seems strange but I warned you I was a little crazy when it comes to romance. And given the way we met, I just feel like we need to step back and start again. I don’t want us to just be about sex. I want more.”
“So do I.” I kiss her cheek. “I have to go. I’ll call you—I mean, I look forward to your next letter.”
She smiles. “I’ll put extra time into it.”
“I hope so,” I say, walking to the elevator, “because if it’s like the last one, I’ll fall asleep before I even finish reading it.”
The stunned look on her face is the last thing I see before stepping into the elevator. It’s fun giving her shit about that letter. She knows it was crap and I could tell she was embarrassed by it. I can’t wait to see what she writes me next to make up for it.


Saturday, December 9, 2017

Happy Endings Book Club Series by Kylie Gilmore πŸ’• Spotlight, FREE eBook & Gift Card Giveaway πŸ’• (Contemporary Romance)

A new standalone series from USA Today bestselling author Kylie Gilmore about the irresistibly sexy Campbell brothers (and a tomboy sister) who find love with the help of the matchmaking leader of the Happy Endings Book Club. Get your happy ending!


She’s on top…

When superstar actress Claire Jordan researched her role for the Fierce Trilogy movies, she never expected the bond she feels with the author and her romance book club aka The Happy Endings Book Club. Soon Claire finds herself confessing her secret longing for a regular guy—no more egocentric wealthy players—and the book club is all too ready to help. In disguise as a regular girl, she’s all set for a date with book-club-approved Josh Campbell.

He’s on top…

Billionaire tech CEO Jake Campbell is weary of gold-digging women, especially the glamorous superficial types. So when his identical twin Josh calls in a favor asking Jake to step in as him on a date, Jake figures one of Josh’s cute girl-next-door types might be just what he needs. One night of passion with the sweet girl-next-door leaves Jake wanting more, except she seems to have vanished.

Sometimes a Happy Ending is just the beginning.
A PERFECT way to start this series!

I loved everything about this book. Everything. There are so many different personalities in here, and it still has that underlying "Kylie-humor" that I totally get and love.

As usual, I was sucked in from the beginning. Having read most of the previous series where most of these characters were introduced (though NOT necessary to enjoy this book), I couldn't wait to read what adventures awaited these book club ladies.

Kylie did not disappoint!

In the beginning, when Jake and Josh revealed what they were planning, I was ECSTATIC. I knew this was going to be some story, and I COULD NOT WAIT to see how it unfolded.

And then, when their plot was realized by those involved, the outcome was absolutely worth waiting for. While Claire and Jake get their Happily Ever After, Kylie left the door wiiiiiiide open for not only the next book, but the rest of the series. I don't know about you, but I'm in this one for the long haul!


A best friend's little sister romance...

Madison Campbell has worshipped her older brother’s best friend Parker Shaw for as long as she can remember. So the night before he leaves for the Air Force, she decides he’s leaving town with her virginity. All she has to do is transform her tomboy self into a sexy woman with a bit of borrowed makeup and some creative fashion choices. The results? One drunken kiss that Park doesn’t even remember.

Ten years later, no man has ever gotten close to her heart the way Park did. And now that he’s back, the very unfeminine Madison refuses to blow her second chance. But when her bold attempts to snag his attention (“Oops! Dropped my towel.”) fail miserably, she does something completely insane—she caves to a makeover from the meddling matchmaker in charge of The Happy Endings Book Club. Hey, Park, you want some of this? Madison is about to find out.
I'm SO happy Mad got her happy ending!

I was introduced to Mad in the previous book of the series (NOT necessary to have read that one to enjoy this one!), and I wasn't sure what to think of her. But this book shines a much more flattering light on her.

Park and Mad had a history, and the flashback at the beginning of the book sucked me right in and had me flying through the pages to see if and how these two got reunited.

I, personally, found Mad easy to relate to. At some point or another, haven't we all felt that we didn't quite fit in? I liked her adaptability and willingness to try the things the Happy Endings Book Club ladies suggested to help her snag Park.

This book is written in typical Kylie fashion, with plenty of steam, a storyline that flows steadily and juuuuuust enough humor to make it realistic. Like all of her other books, I absolutely LOVED it and can't wait to read more!!!

(I received a copy of this book in consideration of an honest review)


The last thing Charlotte Vega needs is a cocky HOT stuntman like Ty Campbell in her life. But when he pulls the ultimate stunt—a sexy romantic gesture that ends with a charming invitation to a sunset dinner cruise—she finds him impossible to resist. Cue disaster.

Their rocky first date goes from bad to worse when his yacht (okay, it’s actually borrowed and he’s only had one boating lesson) gets stranded in deep mud. Turns out there’s nothing Ty can do but wait hours and hours for high tide with no power, no way to cook dinner, and a hangry sexy-as-hell woman.

But Ty is determined to salvage the date so he starts a game to pass the time. Only what Ty learns makes him realize he may have just botched a date with the perfect woman. How will he ever win her now?
:::Wistful sigh::: The Ty Effect...

This book was a very low-stress, high-sweetness, what-you-see-is-what-you-get book. It's a perfect standalone addition to this series, and I absolutely loved it!

Admittedly, I wasn't sure about Charlotte from meeting her in previous books. She seemed a little standoffish to me. But I really got to know her, and her past, and I loved reading her emotional evolution, initiated by Ty. No one deserved this happy ending more than she did.

I have never read a sweeter hero than Ty. A fun, sexy stuntman with a ready smile and juuuust enough of a bad boy edge, he was great to read, and a perfect match for Char.

Wile this is a standalone series, there is an underlying, continuing, story of Hailey and Josh that I CAN'T WAIT to read! I mean, talk about smoldering angst and tension. Kylie is building up some SERIOUS heat between those two, and I am SO excited to see what happens!!!

I loved being able to catch up with many of the other characters I have met in Clover Park. So much so that I very well may go back and read them all over again :)

(I received a copy of this book in consideration of an honest review)


Lauren Bishop has her whole summer planned out—working as a nanny for a desperate single dad and finding the elusive Mr. Right. She even signed up for the local matchmaking guru’s Make Love Bloom (TM) service, end of summer guarantee! But somehow her plans got derailed because now she finds herself longing for her emotionally unavailable employer.

When his two-year-old’s molars turn his little sunshine into a demon from hell, single dad Alex Campbell finds himself longing for the simpler days of teddy bear picnics. This is a parenting nightmare! Then sweet Lauren drops into their life like an angel sent from above. Alex doesn’t do relationships, which is why he turns down every woman who comes his way, but he can’t afford to lose this nanny. Can he convince her to stay even though she’s looking for the one thing he can’t give her?
My new favorite book in this series!!!!

As I've come to expect from Kylie, this book was extremely well-written, SMOKING HOT and sprinkled with laugh-out-loud moments . The characters were realistic and acted and spoke accordingly. I started this book and the next time I looked up it was four hours later and I hadn't even noticed! I was completely engrossed in the story.

Now normally I'm not a fan of children in romances. Sometimes they aren't written well and subtract rather than add to the story. THIS child, however, was absolutely adorably hilarious and very well done.

Another aspect I usually don't like reading about is the deceased significant other. But again, Kylie brilliantly used this dark spot to create a brightness that gave me n excellent sense of closure.

Overall, I REALLY really really liked this story. I felt it was very well-rounded and, in my opinion, the best of the series so far.

As a side note, similar to the other books in this series, Hailey and Josh continue to have their battle of wills. I am DYING to read their story, and Kylie does an excellent job of stringing me along with hot looks from Josh that hold the promise to rock Hailey's world. Can't Wait!!!

(I received a copy of this book in consideration of an honest review)


Good girl nurse Carrie Young only has to catch one glimpse of bad boy Zach Harrison with his wild hair, full beard, and hooded eyes to know he’s exactly what she needs to get over all those wasted years with a repressed and controlling ex. Full seduction ahead!

Only the next morning, her bad boy doesn’t disappear after having his wicked way with her and he’s making her breakfast! WTF (What the fudge)! Did she do the bad boy thing all wrong?

Zach’s no dummy. He knows a good thing when it falls into his lap. And if that means pretending to be a bad boy, he’s game. But how far will he go? And what happens when a game turns into something more?
Bad boy, indeed!

Kylie comes up with the best scenarios, especially for each book in this standalone series (but I think you'll enjoy the series better if you read them all!). She gives her characters backstories and throws them into situations that are absolutely delightful to read.

Poor Zach, caught in the right/wrong place at the right/wrong time, depending on how you look at it. He wanted to be what Carrie needed, but wasn't sure his lone-wolf nature would allow it.

Carrie didn't give up, that's for sure! She had a list...not a bucket list or a honey-do list, a more...specialized list. That whole situation made for some funny moments, for sure!

I got to read more about Josh and Hailey (CAN'T WAIT FOR THEIR BOOK!!!), and I'm VERY excited about Ally and Ethan's story! Given Ethan's "reputation," I just know that book is going to be fantastic!!!

(I received a copy of this book in consideration of an honest review)


Ally Bloom attends her college reunion on a mission—a second chance with her first love. Turns out he’s single and…not interested. Their love is doomed! But when Ethan Case, the sexy cop friend of a friend, finds her crying in her spiked punch, he invites her for coffee with his date. Knowing he’s taken and she doesn’t need to impress him, Ally blurts the entire sucky men saga that is her love life.

But wait! There he is at her Happy Endings Book Club meeting.
And pulling her over for speeding.
And in her classroom to talk to the kids about safety.
Is the man just messing with her or is this the beginning of something real?

I LOVED Ethan. He’s so refreshingly different from so many heroes these days in that he is NOT the typical “I’m a playboy and ain’t no one gonna tie me down,” but rather “I am ready and really wanting someone to settle down and spend my life with.” Oh and he’s a hot cop. So...yay Ethan!!!

Ally was a riot! I liked that she didn’t mind dirty humor and that she made a hardcore effort to care for herself first after suffering heartbreak.

This series is so fun to read, and OH MY GOSH I can’t wait for Josh and Hailey’s story! I’ve been given bits and pieces throughout the series, and things just got REALLY interesting!!!

(I received a copy of this book in consideration of an honest review)