Friday, March 23, 2018


the wait is over

From Buzzfeed to Babble to Scary Mommy and even network television—the most anticipated social media viral sensation is LIVE!

The story of romance writer Amy Daws’ relationship with a little tire shop in South Dakota is a refreshingly fun tale that ends in an auto shop romantic comedy that you have to read!
Daws' fans have loved watching this story trend, but more importantly, they are loving this 5-star read about a couple who meet outside of a tire shop...
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When romance novelist, Kate Smith, finds her long lost writing mojo in the customer waiting area of a tire store, the complimentary coffee isn’t the only things that’s hot. But sexy mechanic, Miles Hudson, is just up for a friendly test-drive of her new book idea. At least, that was the agreement...

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Five Stars!

When Amy posted she was going to be writing a RomCom loosely based on her writing experience at Tires Tires Tires; I was so excited! I have been following this extravaganza from the get-go, friends have been tagging me and we’ve had so many laughs watching video and posts, so when I had the opportunity to read and review this book I jumped at the chance. I’m so freaking glad I did! This book was terrific, light hearted and funny, sweet and sexy and the best thing about it I felt I really saw Amy in her writing. I am not being biased because I love Amy, I think I could hang out with her and have a blast; that aside this book is what I love about RomCom.

I laughed and smiled throughout, and pretty much devoured the thing.

Kate aka Mercedes lost her writing mojo; until she had her car serviced at Tire Depot while waiting in their customer care center. While there she was able to write A LOT of words, have free coffee and cookies while doing so. She doesn’t want to lose it so she begins bringing friends cars in and then going in on the sly.

Miles the hot mechanic notices Kate though and they make an agreement over some pizza to keep it between them so she can keep writing. They become fast friends and soon benefits kick in. Miles helps Kate “research” her next book. 

While they both feel a strong connection neither is ready for a commitment. Kate is hiding some things, and Miles isn’t ready to have a relationship, casual is what they want. Or is it? 

I am a sucker for a friends to lovers romance and this one was so well executed, you really see the relationship evolve and it feels real. I also love me some good side characters and this book had them, Kate’s friends were fantastic. I’m really wanting a book about Dean, I think he’d be a great book boyfriend. Also Lynsey would be a great character to get a book about!! Bring it on Amy!

I loved this book and highly recommend!!

Favorite quote…

“I’m a modern woman. I’m independent. I think I could be a feminist if I ever knew exactly what the f*ck that entailed. But personally, I don’t think feminism belongs in the bedroom. I think feminism is having license over your own desires.”

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viral sensationIt all began when Daws went to Tires Tires Tires to get a new set of wheels on her car. She was suffering from writer’s block, but apparently the complimentary coffee and cookies cured her. So she decided to bring in cars of friends and family so she could keep writing in the magical waiting room. Her social media musings had her fans in stitches and it wasn't long before inspiration struck again. This time...Daws was to write a sexy romantic comedy about a romance novelist who sneaks into a tire shop and gets caught by a hot mechanic. You can imagine where the love story goes from here. Eventually, the little tire shop opened their arms to Daws, even putting her release date on their marquee sign outside. It wasn't long before Buzzfeed got wind of it. Then Scary Mommy. Then InspireMore and several other blogs with followers well into the millions. WGN News in Chicago, Fox 10 in Phoenix and Canada Public Radio are all talking about the adorable feel good story of how inspiration can strike in the strangest of places.
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excerpt She slaps her hand on her knee and bellows gallantly, “But you know what, Miles, you’re right! I should totally find a random hookup tonight.” “Whoa, I never said anything about random.” “Well, you’re doing it, so why can’t I?” I narrow my eyes. “You don’t seem like the random type.” “Maybe I should be.” Her eyes narrow when she leans in and whispers against my lips. “Can I tell you a secret, Miles?” “You can tell me anything, Mercedes.” She giggles and crooks her finger for me to lean in even closer. I’m so close I can smell the faint scent of her cherry lip gloss, and it’s not helping the half boner having a party in my pants. Her lips graze my ear when she whispers, “My writing makes me horny.” I nearly choke on my beer. “I’m sorry, what?” “My writing makes me horny.” She pulls back and nods her confirmation. “I’m serious. I have a sex toy that works really well and really fast, but I miss the heat of a man, ya know?” My eyes scrunch together, and I rub my fingers in the sockets to make sure I’m awake and hearing this all correctly. “I mean…I don’t really ever miss the heat of man, so I don’t think I know exactly what you’re saying.” “Fine, the heat of a woman.” She rolls her eyes dramatically “You know what I’m talking about. The heat.” I frown and shake my head. “You’re going to have to elaborate because I think of a lot of things when I think of women, but their body temperature isn’t one of them.” “You asked for it.” She laughs and leans in so she’s speaking low and soft and directly into my ear. “The heat of a woman is so much more than temperature. It’s the soft, sensual curves of the female form. The way your fingers dig into the meat of her thighs when she’s wrapped around you. Her smooth, sunken tummy when she’s on her back, the delicate bumps of her ribcage when she’s throwing her head back in pleasure. Tight little nipples in pillows of creamy softness. The fact that you could fold yourself around her and envelop her body almost entirely and still want more. You’re saying you don’t miss that kind of heat?” I blink slowly, recovering from what just happened. Her voice was a sensual, verbal caress straight on my cock. Then there was the warm heat of her breath on my ear. The deep husk of her tone. The way her warm palm rests softly on my thigh. Fucking hell.


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Wednesday, March 21, 2018

Escort, a sexy new contemporary romance standalone from New York Times bestselling author Skye Warren is now LIVE


"Hypnotically romantic…this book reads like a sensual dream and I didn't want to wake up." - Tessa Bailey, New York Times bestselling author

There is no shame in pleasure. And no love in business.
I have a blind date tonight, and I know with 100% certainty that I'm getting lucky. There shouldn't be any surprises, not for one as jaded as me, but when I walk into the penthouse suite of L'Etoile, everything changes.
1) For one thing, Bea is heartstoppingly gorgeous. Pale green eyes and endless freckles. Curves I want to spend all night exploring, as if her body was made for me.
2) Her innocence makes me want to use my entire inventory of bedroom tricks on her and then invent a few more.
3) Except that . . . she's a virgin.
I can initiate her into the world of desire without letting her get attached, can't I? A few hours of tutoring, and at the end of the night a small fortune will be deposited into my bank account.
Yes, you read that right. There are many words for what I do. After all, mine is the oldest profession. I'm an escort, which means this date is nothing more than a mutually enjoyable transaction.
But once I realize one night with her won't be enough, I'm the one who's screwed.


The word seems to take her aback. “Pleasure?” “That’s the nature of my business, yes.” My body tightens, because it would be pleasure indeed to touch this woman. To kiss her. To make her moan for me. Although I might have to rethink that plan, because the word pleasure might as well have been medieval torture based on the way Bea looks at me. “I thought we were going to have sex.” She sounds so forlorn it could break my heart. Instead I laugh, a small huff of breath, because I can’t afford to have a heart. “Sex,” I say, standing to full height, circling the scuffed oriental coffee table, standing behind her chair. “And pleasure. Pleasure and sex. They’re interchangeable.” I brush my knuckles over the side of her neck, a demonstration. Her wild curls tickle my skin. It’s provocative, this. If she had agreed to dinner I would have started with small touches, a glance of my palm against the small of her back as I pulled out her chair, holding her hand while we talked over a glass of wine. Perhaps being so bold as to run a finger along the inside of hers, where it’s more sensitive. She would shiver; her gaze would meet mine. There’s an order to these things. You can move fast or slow, but there’s still an order. “We can skip the pleasure part,” she says, her voice high, her breathing faster. Her chest rises and falls in the black dress, made all the more alluring by how much it covers. She’s a mystery. The black sky in the city. I have to work to see her secrets. “No,” I chide gently. “We focus on the pleasure. That’s the point.” “What if—” Her breath catches as I drop the back of my hand over her collarbone, a reverse caress. That’s what one does for a skittish creature like her. “What if I have a different point?” “And what point would that be, my sweet Bea?” “I want to lose my virginity,” she says, so fast it comes out as a single word. IWANTTOLOSEMYVIRGINITY. It takes my lust-warmed brain a full minute to comprehend. She’s not only nervous, this woman. She’s a virgin. My hand freezes. I yank it away. “Pardon me?” I can’t have heard her correctly. There is no chance in hell that this beautiful young woman, as strange and interesting as she is, is a virgin. No chance in hell that I was the one tasked to be her first. I could not possibly spread her legs and thrust inside her, knowing that no one’s ever been there. It would be a physical impossibility. Never. No possible way. “It doesn’t have to take long,” she says, suddenly earnest. Almost begging me. “I don’t need…you know…whatever you do for other women. I only want the sex.” My God. “You are insane.” A scrunch of her nose. “Well, you don’t have to sound too surprised. It is what I requested when I called. The woman said that’s what you do.” “I’m not taking your virginity.” On some level I might have guessed this about her. If I had considered it even possible, I might have. Virgins don’t hire me. They stammer and giggle and turn away from me, their protective instincts strong enough to send them in the opposite direction. So perhaps I can be forgiven for not recognizing this one, so forthright. Bea frowns. “Is that a different department or something?” She’s mocking me. She’s mocking me for being, well, prudish, and I feel strangely buoyant. I could float away with the absurdity of it. “Yes, it’s a different department. The department of a frat boy who fumbles around in the dark.” “Are you seriously not going to do it?” The irony is enough to flatten me, that this is a woman I might have pursued outside this job. She would have been too young for me, even if I weren’t an escort and she wasn’t my client. That wouldn’t have stopped me from wanting her. But in another incarnation, if I had been one of those fumbling frat boys, I would have followed this woman to the ends of the earth. That’s a hypothetical scenario on multiple levels, but I’m good at hypotheticals, which is another reason I’m good at my job. So good that I please every single client I’ve ever had. ESCORT AN BT

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SKyeWarren Skye Warren is the New York Times bestselling author of dangerous romance such as the Endgame trilogy. Her books have been featured in Jezebel, Buzzfeed, USA Today Happily Ever After, Glamour, and Elle Magazine. She makes her home in Texas with her loving family, sweet dogs, and evil cat.

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Fearless, an all-new emotional standalone by Carly Phillips is now LIVE!

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From Wall Street Journal and New York Times bestselling author Carly Phillips comes a powerful new story of love, hope and redemption, of finding light in the darkest places.


Fall in love with the Wards…
Mechanic and garage owner, Kane Harmon is used to the wealthy beautiful women visiting his beach town. He doesn't get involved because he knows most females would merely be slumming for the summer.
Except Halley Ward isn't just passing through. She lives a solitary life in a bungalow on the beach. A woman tormented by her past, distant from her wealthy family, different from Kane's usual fare of town girls who know his M.O.- Don't expect more than he's willing to give.
Kane rescues Halley and her broken down car from the side of the road and instantly he's hooked. She says she's not interested in him. He knows she lies. And he makes it his mission to bring her back to life, to return her emotionally to her family. To show her the colors around her were as vibrant as the ones she puts on her canvas.
Until past meets present and threatens all the progress they've made. Then it's Halley's turn to step up and stand up for the relationship and life she's finally coming to believe she deserves


Now…what do you say to some Italian ices? Ever been to Hank’s?” She shook her head. “I’ve passed it but there’s always been a ridiculous crowd of people out front.” “Well, it’s worth the wait. Feel like going on the way home?” She nodded. “If you can keep me occupied while we wait, then I don’t mind.” He laughed. “I think I like that challenge.” When they arrived at Hank’s, an outdoor ice cream and Italian ices stand, they discovered a short line. Not enough for him to have to entertain her, and before they knew it, they were ordering. Because they also had ice cream, Halley changed her mind when it came to ordering and asked for vanilla ice cream with hot fudge topping. Kane got a red Italian ice. They took their desserts and walked over to a short brick wall and hopped up, sitting side by side, legs swinging as they ate. He finished his first. “Good?” he asked, putting his cup down beside him. She glanced over, laughing. “Your tongue is red.” He stuck it out at her and grinned. “Want some of mine?” She held out the spoon of vanilla and chocolate mixed. “No, doesn’t exactly mix with my cherry.” He paused, as if thinking of something. “Unless…” “Hmm?” She raised an eyebrow. “Unless I’m kissing you.” And before she could react, he leaned over and swept his tongue over her lips and into her mouth, devouring her quickly but thoroughly. She moaned into him, leaning in close, savoring the warm cherry flavor he brought to her dessert. Before she was ready, he lifted his head and met her gaze, his eyes dark and hungry. “Now that is how to eat an ice cream.”


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Tuesday, March 20, 2018

Cover Reveal! Ditched by: RC Boldt

Title: Ditched
Author: RC Boldt
Genre: Contemporary/Sports Romance
Cover Design: Cover Me Darling
Photo: James Critchley
Release Date: April 3, 2018


He’s playing for the heart she’s had sidelined for years.


Dating can be a rocky journey. Once the new shine wears off, you may end up with a case of buyer’s remorse.

That’s where I come in. I set the backdrop and coach you through the breakup.

Don't want overblown drama, hard feelings, or a drink tossed in your face? Then I'm your fairy godmother, child.


As an NFL quarterback, endorsement ads and the media pandering after me are all part of the game.

Ivy Hayes is the first woman who doesn't care about my money and the notoriety that goes along with it.

But I'm a long-term guy, and she operates strictly in the now. Which means I need to bring my A-game.

Otherwise, I’ll end up getting ditched.

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RC Boldt currently lives on the southeastern coast of North Carolina, enjoys long walks on the beach, running, reading, people watching, and singing karaoke. If you're in the mood for some killer homemade mojitos, can't recall the lyrics to a particular 80's song, or just need to hang around a nonconformist who will do almost anything for a laugh, she's your girl.

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Out Now Sinner by: Sierra an excerpt and review!


SINNER by Sierra Simone

Release Date: March 15th
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Designer: Letitia Hasser from RBA Designs




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I’m not a good man, and I’ve never pretended to be. I don’t believe in goodness or God or any happy ending that isn’t paid for in advance.
What do I believe in? Money. Sex. Macallan 18.
They have words for men like me—playboy. Womanizer. Skirt chaser.
My brother used to be a priest, and he only has one word for me.
***Sinner is a standalone companion to Priest about Father Bell's brother Sean. You do not have to read Priest or Midnight Mass to read Sinner.***

My Review (ARC provided)
4-4.5 stars!

Wow this book was HOT but not only that it had depth and feeling. This took me out of my comfort zone a bit, but having read Priest, I knew it would be good. Sierra can write! In fact she writes brilliantly. It may be smutty and dirty and sinful but she can write a great story.

Sean Bell lost his faith a long time ago, his sisters suicide, his mom's cancer, and many more things over the years piled up on him. He believes he's a bad man, but he is good , he just doesn't see it. He sees himself as the bad guy, someone that isn't worth anything but his money and the woman he sleeps with. He has a lot of responsibilities that he shoulders, with his career, mother, and now his best friend is asking him to help protect his sister. Sean is  the oldest sibling, growing up he has always taken on everything. He picks up the pieces of  his family and pays for his mothers health care to give her the best possible life.

"I used to believe in God like I believed in cancer. That is, I knew both existed in a kind of distant, academic sense, but they were concepts that applied to other people; they were personally irrelevant to Sean Bell's life."

He doesn't have time for love and feels like he doesn't deserve it. When Zenny offers him one month, one month to explore each other, and one month of herself,  he has a hard time saying no. She expects nothing after a month, and they will go on their separate ways. He knows it's not the right thing to do, but he's never been one to do the "honorable " thing. 

"How can you pray to something you don't understand? To something that might not be good?"

Sean doesn't realize just how deep he's gotten himself.  Zenny is an unexpected and very sinful surprise. The Sinner begins to pray. 

"She's going to miss me. She's going to leave me. And I'm going to die when she does."

This is a little play off of the sinner and the saint, the angel and the devil, and I love how it was done. I loved the heat it was burning off the pages and, I loved how Sierra really touched on faith and different beliefs, it was so well written and so right on. 

This book was dirty, filthy and hot, but it was a super sweet story about growth and acceptance. I need to go cool off now.

I recommend!

“Zenny,” I mumble against her lips, some valiant part of me recognizing that this is far, far beyond the kiss she asked for, and also recognizing that I’m going to come all over the inside of my Hugo Boss suit pants if she keeps it up. Even through the clothes, I can feel her heat, her shameless rolls hinting at where she goes soft and wet between her legs.
Fuck, I want to see it. I want to see her pussy. It’s suddenly all I can think about, all I can want or crave, just one glimpse, just a peek.
“I want to see your cunt,” I say hoarsely, lifting my head.
“My…cunt?” She says the word like she’s never said it out loud before.
“Yeah.” My voice is so ragged right now, so desperate, and fuck, I’ve never felt this frantic before. Like I’ll actually combust if I don’t get this one thing, this one small sight of her secret place.
She lets out a shaky breath, her hand dropping from my lapel to her skirt, which she slowly rucks up to her waist as I devour her lips once more, as I bury my face in her neck and kiss every sliver of skin exposed above her collar. I bite at her ear, at her jaw, my hand finding hers as it pulls her skirt up, so that I’m helping her do it, that we’re doing it together, this forbidden act, this forbidden revelation.
Her forbidden body.
That word, forbidden, spikes through my mind, bringing with it equal spikes of lust and fear. Because yes, it’s fucking hot that I shouldn’t be kissing her, I shouldn’t be begging to see her most secret place, my hand shouldn’t be covering hers as it slides up her thigh—but it’s also bad. Bad even for Sean Bell.
Bad, bad, bad.

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Sierra Simone is a USA Today Bestselling former librarian (who spent too much time reading romance novels at the information desk.) She lives with her husband and family in Kansas City

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