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Wednesday, March 3, 2021

Spotlight: Excerpt of Broomsticks and Board Games by Amy McNulty

 


Author
: Amy McNulty
Narrator: Danielle Daly
Length: 7 hours 4 minutes
Publisher: Crimson Fox Publishing2021
Genre: Cozy Mystery
Series: A Spooky Games Club Mystery, Book 1
Release date: Jan. 5, 2021

Synopsis: Dahlia Poplar is a genuine witch, an unofficial gofer, and Luna Lane’s only cursed resident.
With a werewolf best friend, a vampire ex-boyfriend, and a ghost for a hanger-on, Dahlia is far from the most unusual dweller of her sleepy small town, but she’s the only one unable to leave. Dahlia has to perform at least one good deed per day - or she’s one step closer to turning to stone.

Fortunately, the residents of Luna Lane have plenty of tasks for Dahlia to complete to avert the curse until Cable Woodward, fetching professor and nephew of her elderly neighbor, stops by for the semester on sabbatical. Attempting to help Cable’s uncle work through the trauma of losing his wife, Dahlia uncovers the man’s collection of board games, which leads to him reminiscing about the long-forgotten Luna Lane Games Club.

Dahlia reestablishes the Games Club, only to find evidence of a number of horrible demises connected to the original group. While trying to uncover the truth about the deaths, Dahlia has to fight off her curse, protect her elderly neighbor from becoming the next victim, and most vexing of all, keep Cable from figuring out Luna Lane’s supernatural secrets.

Only, with eerie board games like these, there may not be a loser - or even a winner - who survives.

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About the Author: Amy McNulty


Amy McNulty is an editor and author of books that run the gamut from YA speculative fiction to contemporary romance. A lifelong fiction fanatic, she fangirls over books, anime, manga, comics, movies, games, and TV shows from her home state of Wisconsin. When not editing her clients' novels, she's busy fulfilling her dream by crafting fantastical worlds of her own.
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About the Narrator: Danielle Daly


Danielle Daly hails from Long Island, New York but hopes you can’t tell that when she’s reading to you. Grateful for her many years of experience in narrating stories for various short story fiction podcasts, the opportunity to narrate audiobooks for a wider audience is a dream come true.
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Review: Deadly Obsession by April Hunt

Author: April Hunt
Publisher: Forever
Publication Date:  April 2019

After a lifetime spent in and out of hospitals, Zoey Wright is tired of playing it safe. She’s ready to take charge of her own life and get out of her comfort zone, starting with a new job as a CSI agent. But when her childhood crush Knox Steele gets pulled onto her case, Zoey needs to put her feelings for him aside or more women will die at the hands of the serial killer preying on her hometown.

Former Army Ranger Knox Steele is back in Washington to help his brothers open an elite private security firm. He never expected to stumble onto a crime scene, or see his best friend’s little sister working it. Zoey is all grown up now, and the attraction between them is electric, despite his best efforts to resist it. But all that changes for Knox when he realizes the victims have one thing in common . . . and Zoey might be next.

Deadly Obsession is a random pick that came available on my library's overdrive site.  I'm always looking for new authors, so I gave it a try.  The book is the first in a series about the Steele family.  The brothers are working toward building a secret ops security business.  When long time friend, Zoey, ends up working on a serial killer case, Knox helps out on the case.

I had such a good time listening to this book.  I loved the characters.  I loved Knox and Zoey.  Zoey had always had a crush on Knox. Knox had also been attracted to Zoey. But she was his best friend's little sister.  So I loved watching Knox finally give in to his feelings about Zoey. Their chemistry was off the charts.  I liked that despite Zoey's health issues, she was such a strong person.  She wasn't a helpless female and wasn't afraid to take care of herself. 

I also loved the relationship and banter between Knox and his brothers.  Despite their issues, you could tell their love and respect for each other ran deep.  I did call the serial killer's identity fairly early on, but it didn't take away from my enjoyment in watching them figure it all out.  If you missed this one, I highly recommend it.




Tuesday, March 2, 2021

Spotlight: Excerpt of Honey Girl by Morgan ROgers



Author: Morgan Rogers
ISBN: 9780778311027
Publication Date: February 23, 2021
Publisher: Park Row Books

HONEY GIRL (Park Row Books; February 23, 2021; $17.99) by Morgan Rogers is a stunning #ownvoices debut, a charming, lyrical, and introspective romantic coming-of-age story about Grace Porter – millennial, Black woman, astronomy Ph.D. – who wakes up after a wild night in Vegas married to a woman she doesn’t know. 
Strait-laced and structured all her life, Porter now faces life without a plan for the first time ever. Between her disappointed military father, the competitive job market, and a consuming sense of aimlessness, finding and falling in love with her wife across the country seems to be the only right answer. But Porter’s problems are just as big in Brooklyn as they are anywhere else, and she realizes she’s going to have to face adulthood whether she’s ready or not. 


Enjoy this excerpt:

One


Grace wakes up slow like molasses. The only difference is molasses is sweet, and this—the dry mouth and the pounding headache—is sour. She wakes up to the blinding desert sun, to heat that infiltrates the windows and warms her brown skin, even in late March.

  Her alarm buzzes as the champagne-bubble dream pops.

  Grace wakes in Las Vegas instead of her apartment in Portland, and she groans.

  She’s still in last night’s clothes, ripped high-waisted jeans and a cropped, white BRIDE t-shirt she didn’t pack. The bed is warm, which isn’t surprising. But as Grace moves, shifts and tries to remember how to work her limbs, she notices it’s a different kind of warm. The bed, the covers, the smooth cotton pillowcase beside her, is body-warm. Sleep-warm.

The hotel bed smells like sea-salt and spell herbs. The kind people cut up and put in tea, in bottles, soaking into oil and sealed with a little chant. It smells like kitchen magic.

She finds the will to roll over into the warm patch. Her memories begin to trickle in from the night before like a movie in rewind. There were bright lights and too-sweet drinks and one club after another. There was a girl with rose-pink cheeks and pitch-black hair and, yes, sea-salt and sage behind her ears and over the soft, veiny parts of her wrists. Her name clings to the tip of Grace’s tongue but does not pull free.

The movie in Grace’s head fast-forwards. The girl’s hand stayed clutched in hers for the rest of the night. Her mouth was pretty pink. She clung to Grace’s elbow and whispered, “Stay with me,” when Agnes and Ximena decided to go back to the hotel.

Stay with me, she said, and Grace did. Follow me, she said, like Grace was used to doing. Follow your alarm. Follow your schedule. Follow your rubric. Follow your graduation plan. Follow a salt and sage girl through a city of lights and find yourself at the steps of a church.

Maybe it wasn’t a church. It didn’t seem like one. A place with fake flowers and red carpet and a man in a white suit. A fake priest. Two girls giggled through champagne bubbles and said yes. Grace covers her eyes and sees it play out.

“Jesus,” she mutters, sitting up suddenly and clutching the sheets to keep herself steady.

She gets up, knees wobbling. “Get it together, Grace Porter.” Her throat is dry and her tongue sticks to the roof of her mouth. “You are hungover. Whatever you think happened, didn’t happen.” She looks down at her t-shirt and lets out a shaky screech into her palms. “It couldn’t have happened, because you are smart, and organized, and careful. None of those things would lead to a wedding. A wedding!”

“Didn’t happen,” she murmurs, trying to make up the bed. It’s a fruitless task, but making up the bed makes sense, and everything else doesn’t. She pulls at the sheets, and three things float to the floor like feathers.

  A piece of hotel-branded memo paper. A business card. A photograph.

Grace picks up the glossy photograph first. It is perfectly rectangular, like someone took the time to cut it carefully with scissors.

In it, the plastic church from her blurry memories. The church with its wine-colored carpet and fake flowers. There is no Elvis at this wedding, but there is a man, a fake priest, with slicked back hair and rhinestones around his eyes.

In it, Grace is tall and brown and narrow, and her gold, spiraling curls hang past her shoulders. She is smiling bright. It makes her face hurt now, to know she can smile like that, can be that happy surrounded by things she cannot remember.

Across from her, their hands intertwined, is the girl. In the picture, her cheeks are just as rose-pink. Her hair is just as pitch-black as an empty night sky. She is smiling, much like Grace is smiling. On her left hand, a black ring encircles her finger, the one meant for ceremonies like this.

Grace, hungover and wary of this new reality, lifts her own left hand. There, on the same finger, a gold ring. This part evaded her memories, forever lost in sticky-sweet alcohol. But there is it, a ring. A permanent and binding and claiming ring. 

  “What the hell did you do, Porter?” she says, tracing it around her finger.

She picks up the business card, smaller and somehow more intimate, next. It smells like the right side of the bed. Sea salt. Sage. Crushed herbs. Star anise. It is a good smell.

On the front, a simple title:

ARE YOU THERE?

   brooklyn’s late night show for lonely creatures

  & the supernatural. Sometimes both.

   99.7 FM

  She picks up the hotel stationery. The cramped writing is barely legible, like it was written in a hurry.

 

I know who I am, but who are you? I woke up during the sunrise, and your hair and your skin and the freckles on your nose glowed like gold. Honey-gold. I think you are my wife, and I will call you Honey Girl. Consider this a calling card, if you ever need a—I don’t know how these things work. A friend? A—

 Wife, it says, but crossed out.

 A partner. Or. I don’t know. I have to go. But I think I had fun, and I think I was happy. I don’t think I would get married if I wasn’t. I hope you were, too.

What is it they say? What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas? Well, I can’t stay.

Maybe one day you’ll come find me, Honey Girl. Until then, you can follow the sound of my voice. Are you listening?




Excerpted from Honey Girl by Morgan Rogers, Copyright © 2021 by Morgan Rogers

Published by Park Row Books





Author Bio: 

Morgan Rogers is a queer black millennial. She writes books for queer girls that are looking for their place in the world. She lives in Maryland and has a Shih Tzu named Nico and a cat named Grace that she would love to write into a story one day. HONEY GIRL is her debut novel. 
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Monday, March 1, 2021

Blog Tour: Review of Hot for Love by Melissa Foster


Embracing Her Heart (The Montgomerys Book 1) by [Foster, Melissa] NEW RELEASE........
Discover the magic of New York Times bestseller Melissa Foster's writing and see why millions of readers have fallen in love with the fiercely loyal and sassily sexy characters in the Love in Bloom big-family romance families. All Love in Bloom books can be enjoyed as stand-alone novels or as part of the larger series.

In HOT FOR LOVE... 
Trixie Jericho is on a mission to start her own miniature horse business. She’s sick of being told her idea is cute and wants nothing more than to be taken seriously. When rancher and sought-after freestyle horse trainer Nick Braden offers an opportunity she can’t refuse, Trixie jumps on it. The problem is, she also wants to jump on him, but the bullheaded, big-muscled, motorcycle-riding cowboy doesn't mix business with pleasure. Little does he know, Trixie has never backed down from a challenge, especially one she wants more than her next breath. Saddle up, big boy, because this boot-stompin’, risk-taking, Daisy Duke-wearing cowgirl isn’t afraid to play dirty.

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My thoughts:

Out of all of the books I have read by this author, this one wins the prize for hottest and steamiest couple.  I loved Trixie and Nick's book.  Their friends to lovers journey was such a slow burn and so much fun to read.  I loved how Trixie was able to break through Nick's walls.  I also loved how stubborn she was and didn't give up on him.  Throw in a bunch of cute animals and you have a wonderful romance.  This can totally be read as a stand alone.  I highly recommend it.  Oh and after the epilogue, I need Amber's story now!



About the author
Melissa Foster is a New York Times & USA Today bestselling and award-winning author. She writes sexy and heartwarming contemporary romance and women’s fiction with emotionally compelling characters that stay with you long after you turn the last page. Melissa’s emotional journeys are lovingly erotic and always family oriented–perfect beach reads for contemporary romance and new adult romance lovers who enjoy reading about loyal, wealthy heroes and smart, sassy heroines with complex relatable issues.

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Sunday, February 28, 2021

February Mini Musings




The Tenant:
  I thought this was a fairly solid mystery.  There were a few twists that made it more interesting. The pacing was a bit slow. I also didn't love the detectives.  I'm not a fan of the "poor soul tortured" detective.  It was very much a clichĂ© and didn't add much to the character.   Not sure if I'll read the next one.


Hidden:  While I did enjoy this one, it was still a pretty typical romantic suspense.  The characters weren't exactly memorable. The mystery was fairly solid.  I don't have a ton to say about it.  I'll probably read the second one.

Every Waking Hour
:  I'll be honest, This one was not my favorite of the series.  I felt like the pacing was kind of slow.  I also wasn't a fan of the continued angst between Ellery and Reed.  I mean I bought into them getting together in the last book. So, now I have to read more angst?  Don't get me started on how awful Reed's ex-wife was. The ending did end on a cliffhanger.  I'm just hoping in the next book Ellery finds some peace and happiness. 


State Secrets: This one is one of this author's early works.  I listened to the "updated" version of the book.  I don't think it needed to be updated.  Throwing in recent pop culture references did little to update it.  The story still read like an early 80's romance.  It was cheesy and a bit over the top.  I still enjoyed it.

Hard Crush:
I thought this was a cute second chance romance.  I loved Hank  and all of the things he did to win Abby back.  This was a nice slow burn and I was rooting for them. Abby did get a bit frustrating at times though. I definitely want to read the next 2 books in the series. 

The Patient:  This as a quick horror novella. I didn't think it was a scary as I had heard it was.  But it was definitely creepy.  The ending makes you wonder and leaves you with an eerily feeling.  I do recommend giving it a try.

Night of the Mannequins:
  This is short story that I didn't really enjoy.  The reveal of what was going on was given away too early.  We stay in the narrators head the entire time and I just didn't work for me.  There is a little twist in the end that came out of nowhere and isn't fully explored.  I didn't recommend this one.


Saturday, February 27, 2021

Spotlight: Excerpt & Giveaway of A Wolf After My Own Heart by MaryJanice Davidson

by MaryJanice Davidson
Publisher: Sourcebooks Casablanca
Publication Date: 2/23/2021
 
Things are hot and getting hotter… Escape into this delicious shifter romance from bestselling author MaryJanice Davidson.
 
Oz Adway is a rare breed: an accountant who wants to get dirty. He’s a wolf shifter working for the Interspecies Placement Agency so it’s not long before he gets the opportunity to break out of his boring, safe office job. He volunteers to find runaway bear cub Sally Smalls, recently orphaned by a plane crash. Piece of cake, right? Unfortunately, Sally’s taken refuge with “ordinary” human Lila Kai. Lila has no idea what’s going on, but she’ll destroy anyone who tries to take the cub. Oz is not about to let a human jeopardize his daring career move, no matter how attractive he finds her.
 
Lila knows something’s different about the sexy weirdo who keeps popping up in the wrong place at the right time. She’s determined to figure out what, regardless of the escalating threats to her safety and Oz’s distracting hotness. She didn’t move into a cursed house and take in a werebear just to run when things get complicated. Together, Oz and Lila will prevail! But only if they can keep their hands off each other... 

 
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Excerpt:
She was just getting the hang of the ambulance when she hit the wolf. 
The thing was bulky and difficult to control (the ambulance, not the wolf), and whenever she got it back from its semiannual mechanically induced coma, it took her a few minutes to get the hang of driving it again. 
She stood on the brakes 
(oh shit oh shit oh shit) 
and braced for the double-thump of the tires running over the animal, which didn’t come. 
Lila Kai collapsed back into her seat, her heart pounding so hard she could taste metal. She pulled over to the side of the street. A street, not a country road on the way from nowhere to somewhere. This was Lilydale, not Hastings. And even Hastings didn’t have wolves in their streets. Just deer. So what the hell? 
She put the ambulance in Park, kept the engine running, and hopped down. She checked the headlights—nothing. The side of the road—nothing. She even took a tentative couple of steps into the brown brush lining the ditch 
(don’t think about the zillions of horror movies that start like this) 
—nothing. No wolf, limping or otherwise. Or…coyote, maybe? 
Which made sense, now that she thought about it. Because whatever it was, it hadn’t been just huge, it had been fast, too. It had come out of nowhere and to nowhere it returned, all in the space of half a second. Maybe she just clipped it. 
Is that a metaphor for something? Life? Death? Taxes? Transitions? Romance? 
Mmmm…probably not the latter. There was just no way to twist clipping a random wolf into an allegory about her nonexistent dating life. The fact that she’d given even half a second of thought to that was proof that she needed to lay off the Cosmos (the drink and the magazine). 
She went back to her decommissioned ambulance, rebuckled her seat belt, put it in Drive, checked her rearview, ignored the urge to ponder more metaphors-that-weren’t, then pulled out, and headed back toward her rental house. The adrenaline rush had been unwelcome as always, but— 
“God damn it!” 
Two kids had darted out from nowhere 
(what the hell is up with this street?) 
and were flagging her down, waving their little arms around so fast they looked like little bony windmills in a gale. 
This time, at least, she didn’t have to stand on the brakes, and once she had stopped, she rolled down her window. “What’s going on, li’l weirdos?” 
Both children were gesturing frantically. “C’mere, you have to help, she’s hurt!” 
And more than a few horror movies start like this, too. 
Again with park, unbuckling, opening door, climbing out. The boy and girl who had jumped in front of her looked like they were about eight, dressed in the de rigeur kid gear of jeans and sweatshirts and battered sneakers. They had the corn-fed reddish-blond looks of many Minnesotans. “Who’s hurt?” 
“I dunno, she just is, we found her, come on. Bring your ambulance gear!” 
“It’s not an ambulance.” 
“’Course it’s an ambulance!” 
“No, I mean it’s decommissioned, so it’s not really an amb—” 
Tiring of her explanation, the girl seized Lila’s hand and started hauling her up the street. Lila looked behind her, half expecting to see the wolf creeping up on them and felt a little let down to see the way was clear. Which was insane. Strange enough to see such a creature under any circumstances, never mind smack in the middle of town. But she wanted to see it again; how was that for nuts? 
I probably need a nap. 
The girl hauled on her hand again and hooked left 
“Jeez, kid. Do you work out?” 
and then led her down a short alley, to where a small huddled form was curled into a blanket. 
“See?” the girl asked, clamping down hard on Lila’s fingers in her excitement. 
“Yeah, see?” the boy, presumably her brother, added. “She’s right there!” 
“Isn’t this a school night?” But she bent over the small figure, blinked as her brain tried to process the image, gently touched it on the shoulder, then pinched her own leg 
(Nope. Not dreaming.) 
and looked up at the kids. “All right, first, that’s not a kid, it’s a bear cub for some reason. Second, I’m not a vet. Most important, I’m not an EMT, either.” 
Instead of answering, the girl whacked the boy on the arm and hissed something that sounded like, “Unstable!” 
“My high school guidance counselor would agree.” Lila bent back over the curled up mass of black, fluffy, whimpering fur that cowered away from her and glared with dark eyes. “I’m not sure what it is you think I can do.” She looked back up only to see the children’s expressions had transformed; they were actually edging away from her. “Why are you doing that? You guys lured me here. If anyone should be uneasy, it’s me. Shouldn’t you have picked my pocket by now?” She looked around the utterly deserted alley. For the first time, she realized she couldn’t hear anything: no bugs, no birds, nothing. And not much light from the lone streetlight. Downright creepy. 
She checked the mouth of the alley for the wolf and was again disappointed to see nothing. 
“You’re right, sorry,” the boy said. 
“Yeah, sorrywebotheredyougoodbyenow.” 
Lila sighed. She was in it the minute she’d stepped down from the vehicle that wasn’t an ambulance. “God damn it. Okay, so, just because I can’t help doesn’t mean someone else can’t.” She stood, only to see the children take several steps back. “Maybe call animal control?” She had to, she realized. You couldn’t just leave a random bear cub in a random alley after random kids flagged down a random adult. 
But in the time it took her to fish out her phone and begin looking up Lilydale Animal Control—or would that be Saint Paul?—the children had (cue the dramatic music) vanished. Like the wolf, her patience, and her faith in the good people at Apartment Guide. 
“Nice quiet neighborhood,” she muttered to the Realtor who wasn’t there. “Lots of families. It’s in the middle of a national park. Bargain.” 
She’d been a Lilydale resident for fewer than eighteen hours and had no idea who to call. And after a day of unpacking, she was standing in an alley at 8:00 p.m. After hitting a wolf. The one thing she did know: she—they—couldn’t stay there indefinitely. 
“You’d tell me if you were a metaphor, right, teeny tiny bear cub?” 
She scooped it up, surprised by how light it was, given that it was the size of a small golden retriever 
(it must be mostly fur, the way birds are mostly feathers) 
then checked for the wolf one more time, and headed back to her nonbulance.
 
***
Excerpted from Wolf After My Own Heart by MaryJanice Davidson. © 2021 by MaryJanice Davidson. Used with permission of the publisher, Sourcebooks Casablanca, an imprint of Sourcebooks, Inc. All rights reserved.
 
About the author:

MaryJanice Davidson is the NYT and USA Today best-selling author of the UNDEAD and UNWED paranormal romcom series. Her books have been published in over a dozen languages and have been bestsellers worldwide. A former model and medical test subject (two jobs that are close than you’d think), she lives with her family in St. Paul, MN. 

Friday, February 26, 2021

Books I DNF'd in February



The Project:  I was really looking forward to this one.  I enjoyed Sadie.  Unfortunately, I found this one really boring. I stopped at about 50%.  The present and past perspectives did nothing to hold my intertest. There was no suspense or anything thrilling.  This one was a pass for me. I'd rather watch a show or read a book about an actual cult instead.


Before the Ruins:  I got about 30% into the audiobook and realized I had no idea what was going on.  I had zoned out.  So I started it over again.  It wasn't any better.  I was bored and didn't care about any of the characters. Another pass for me.

The Initial Insult:  This isn't what I thought it was going to be.  I didn't like any of the characters. Neither of the main female characters were likable.  In fact I kind of hated them.  I didn't care to see how it ended.


And Now She's Gone
:  Given that I really hated the only other book that I have read by this author. I shouldn't have been surprised that I ended up DNF'ing this book.  I didn't like the perspective shifts in the book.  There was no smooth transition between them and kept getting confused.  I didn't care for the narrator of the audiobook.  I think this author just isn't for me.

Thursday, February 25, 2021

Review: Dr. Mitchell by Raylin Marks

Author: Raylin Marks
Publisher: Amazon Digital Publishing
Publication Date: July 2020

Billionaires like him have a type. And it’s not me…
I’m not the kind of girl who has one-night stands.
Except…I did.
What can I say? After a few drinks with a gorgeous man who made me feel alive for the first time since losing my mom, I was powerless to say no.
And I didn’t regret it. Not one minute of our hot, mind-melting night together.
But he wasn’t a forever kind of guy. So I walked away. I wasn’t supposed to ever see him again.
Then I did.
Turns out my sexy one-night stand is Dr. Jacob Mitchell—and he’s the cardiothoracic surgeon who just saved my dad’s life.
The shocking part?
He never forgot about me or a single minute of our night together.
And he wants more.
Actually, he wants it all.
But I’m no fool. And just because he handles hearts every day doesn’t mean I’m going to give him mine.
Not without a fight, anyway …
Dr. Mitchell is a spicy contemporary romance featuring an alpha billionaire/reformed player, and the feisty free spirit who steals his heart. Sexy times are definitely included, and a happily ever after is guaranteed.

Dr. Mitchell is another recent random audio pick from my library.  The story involves Ashley and Jacob who keep running into each other. Thinking it's fate, they give into their strong attraction.  After a one night stand, Jacob turns out to be the wealthy doctor who saves Ashley's father's life.  For the most part, I enjoyed my time listening to the book.  I liked the dual narrators and thought they did a good job with the characters. They kept me wanting to keep listening.

While I enjoyed listening, I didn't love the story.  I liked the chemistry between Ashley and Jake.  It was really intense.  I liked their banter.   Jake was my favorite.  I liked that he had some depth and actually struggled with trying to work through his feelings when he lost a patient.  Ashley kind of annoyed me at times.  I thought she was a bit harsh on Jake toward the end. They did have fairly good communication, but I was disappointed that she didn't give him the benefit of the doubt.    Which brings me to the parts I didn't enjoy.  The "big conflict" was not original and the reveal was predictable.  It really just dragged the story out much longer than it needed to be.  

I will continue with the series.  I want to read about the other men in the "Billionaires Club".




Wednesday, February 24, 2021

Teaser Reveal: Used by Kate Dunbar

 


This is all of me. The good, the bad, the used, and the broken…

Heartbreakingly beautiful and completely engrossing, A young woman's life takes a disturbing and utterly fascinating turn as the past she's put behind comes back to haunt her.  USED is packed full of twists, turns, and a gripping romance sure to leave readers emotionally spent and asking for more.

USED, a brand new standalone romantic suspense from debut author Kate Dunbar, will be releasing on March 8, 2021 on all retailers! Don’t miss the fantastic teaser below, and pre-order your copy today!



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About Kate Dunbar:
 
Kate Dunbar is a wife, mom of three, and obsessive tea drinker who loves a great story. She’s passionate about people and learning what makes them tick. You can find her eavesdropping, people watching, and living her best life wherever the winds take her.

Tuesday, February 23, 2021

Spotlight: Excerpt of His Secret Starlight Baby by Michelle Major



by Michelle Major
Publisher: Harlequin Special Edition
Publication Date: February 23, 2021
Price: $5.99
ISBN: 9781335232700
 
Becoming a father wasn’t part of his game plan in USA TODAY bestselling author Michelle Major’s latest book in her Welcome to Starlight miniseries!
 
Coparenting this baby is going to take teamwork
 
Former professional football player Jordan Schaeffer’s game plan was simple: retire from football and set up a quiet life in Starlight. But when Cory Hall arrives with their infant son, Jordan not only gets a surprise but has to devise a new life strategy. And Cory finds herself agreeing to be his fake fiancĂ©e until they work out a coparenting plan. Jordan may have rewritten the dating playbook…but will it be enough to bring this team together?

 
From Harlequin Special Edition: Believe in love. Overcome obstacles. Find happiness.
 
Welcome to Starlight
Book 1: The Best Intentions
Book 2: The Last Man She Expected
Book 3: His Last-Chance Christmas Family
Book 4: His Secret Starlight Baby
 
Get cozy this winter with romances to move you. That Harlequin Feeling.
  
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Enjoy this excerpt:

Cory needed a fresh start like she needed her next breath.
Jordan went back to locking the door, and if it weren’t for that initial rigidity and the tension currently radiating from him, Cory might have thought he hadn’t heard her greeting.
When he turned, she realized what a fool she’d been—nothing new there. Jordan’s pale green eyes blazed with an emotion she couldn’t name, although it definitely wasn’t friendly. Not that she expected a warm welcome back into his life, although she had to admit, in the two and a half days it had taken to drive halfway across the country, her mind had wandered down the path of silly fantasy more than once.
She fisted her hands, the sharp pain of nails stabbing into the flesh of her palm a much-needed reminder to stay grounded in reality. Cory was in Starlight to take care of business, not to indulge in ridiculous daydreams. Single moms didn’t have time for that sort of nonsense.
“How are you?” she asked, clearing her throat when the words came out on a croak. She tried for a smile. “It’s been a minute.”
“What are you doing here?” He pocketed the set of keys and rocked back on his heels. His eyes raked over her in a way that left her wishing she hadn’t forgotten her flat iron back in Michigan. Or had she deserted that particular styling tool when she’d taken off from Atlanta? She hadn’t given much thought to making herself look pretty in what felt like ages.
“I was…um…in the area, and I thought I’d stop in and say hi.” She gave a limp wave. “Hi.”
Jordan stared at her like she’d lost her mind.
“I didn’t know if you’d remember me.” She pushed away a stray lock of hair that blew into her face. “I’m sure you want to—”
“I remember, Cory.” His voice was a deep, angry rumble. “I remember everything.”
She swallowed. “Oh. Okay, well, that’s good. I think.” She gestured to the bar he’d exited minutes earlier. “You own this place, right? It looks nice.” She inwardly cringed at her inability to stem the tide of inane babble pouring from her mouth. She wasn’t here for pleasantries but couldn’t quite bring herself to get to the point.
“It’s after midnight.” He ran a hand through his thick hair. She still couldn’t see its true color, but it was longer than he’d worn it when he’d played football in Georgia. Untamed and a bit wild, much like the man himself.
“Right.” She took a slow, steadying breath. “I need to talk to you, Jordan.”
“I got that.”
“It’s about what happened when you left.”
“From what I saw on ESPN, Kade got one hell of a contract offer. Forty million for four years. He got it all. You both got exactly what you wanted.”
She winced at the accusation in his voice, even though she deserved every bit of judgment and condemnation Jordan Schaeffer could dish out. “Kade and I aren’t together,” she said, as if that explained everything when it was only the tip of the iceberg.
“Not my concern, Cory. In fact, right now my only concern is getting home and into bed for a decent night’s sleep. I wish you well in whatever you choose for life after Kade Barrington, if you’re telling the truth about that.”
“I never lied,” she said, trying and mostly failing to keep the pain out of her voice. Trying and completely failing to stop an image of Jordan asleep in bed from filling her mind.
“You went back to him.”
Cory sucked in a shaky gulp of air, because she could have sworn she heard an answering pain in Jordan’s tone. That couldn’t be possible, because…
“After you took off.” She bit down on the inside of her cheek until she tasted blood. “You left without even saying goodbye.”
He laughed, a harsh scrape across her fraught nerves. “Sweetheart, we barely said hello.”
Oh no. He wasn’t going to do that. Not now. Not after everything Cory had dealt with in the past year. She might have had only one night with Jordan, but it had meant…something. To her, it had turned out to mean everything.
Her gaze darted to the gas guzzler her grandmother had given her before she died last month, and Cory was tempted to walk away. She could climb back in the car, spend one night in the local inn where she’d rented a room and be on the highway by first light.
Then she looked at him again, at those unique eyes she saw staring back at her every day, and realized she had to see this through. If not for herself, then for her baby.
“We said plenty,” she told him, straightening her shoulders. “We did plenty. Enough that I have a six-month-old son in that car.” She hitched a finger at the Buick. “You have a son, Jordan.”
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USA Today bestselling author Michelle Major loves stories of new beginnings, second chances and always a happily ever after. An avid hiker and avoider of housework, she lives in the shadow of the Rocky Mountains with her husband, two teenagers and a menagerie of spoiled furbabies. Connect with her at www.michellemajor.com.
 
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