KFF’s on tour with A WISH FOR US by Tillie Cole



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From the author who brought you A Thousand Boy Kisses comes the new emotional novel,
A Wish For Us.

A story of music. A story of healing. A story of love conquering all.

Nineteen-year-old Cromwell Dean is the rising star of electronic dance music. Thousands of people adore him. But no one knows him. No one sees the color of his heart.

Until the girl in the purple dress. She sees through the walls he has built to the empty darkness within.

When Cromwell leaves behind the gray skies of England to study music in the South Carolina heat, the last thing he expects is to see her again. And he certainly doesn’t expect that she’ll stay in his head like a song on repeat.

Bonnie Farraday lives for music. She lets every note into her heart, and she doesn’t understand how someone as talented as Cromwell can avoid doing the same. He’s hiding from his past, and she knows it. She tries to stay away from him, but something keeps calling her back.

Bonnie is the burst of color in Cromwell’s darkness. He’s the beat that makes her heart skip.

But when a shadow falls over Bonnie, it’s up to Cromwell to be her light, in the only way he knows how. He must help her find the lost song in her fragile heart. He must keep her strong with a symphony only he can compose.

A symphony of hope.
A symphony of love.
A symphony of them.


★ ★ ★ ★ ★

Reviewed by Donna Elsegood on behalf of KFF

I virtually went into this book blind and I must say being in the dark adds to the enjoyment of the story, especially as I went on a journey of darkness, light and colours mixed with music.

Cromwell Dean is a very mysterious young man who is a DJ in Europe and a musical genius. He has a sea of fans but they don’t really know him, what he is capable of. Cromwell doesn’t let anybody see that side of him until he meets a girl called Bonnie Faraday who sees right through him on their chance encounter.

“Your music has no soul.”

Cromwell ends up going to America to study music and is shocked to find out the girl he had a brief meeting with studies at the same college. He is also shocked to see her and is mystified that she won’t leave his mind. Something about her makes the walls he has built crack. Bonnie loves music and she can’t grasp why Cromwell tries to push it away, hiding his talent. He has a bit of a reputation but Bonnie senses that it is a façade, and she decides to stay well clear of him. However, only some sort of draw keeps calling her back. Mixed together, it’s as if they are colour and beat, he has darkness and there is something about him that makes her heart skip a beat.

Whilst reading A Wish For Us, I felt like there was a long build up of cat and mouse between Bonnie and Cromwell, leaving me wanting more. What was behind the two of them, the way they were portrayed by the author was a delight to unravel. Bonnie was just as mysterious and when she suddenly has a darkness surrounding her, it’s Cromwell who has to face his fears and use music to reach out to her.

There are so many parts of this story that are tragic, it touched my heart and made me feel quite emotionally exhausted; thus said, there is so much beauty in the colours and the music. A beautiful tragically offering with broken and complicated characters. There are some topics that were quite the emotional experience. It opens your mind to the real struggles people go through.

Ms. Cole certainly knows how to tug at the heartstrings. I was given an unforgettable experience and would suggest that the future readers go in with a clear mind and listen to the playlist that accompanies A wish for Us. You will become the characters and feel everything through the music and maybe you’ll see colours, too. I couldn’t get the story out of my mind and that is always worthy of five stars, utterly beautiful. 


I let the rush of nicotine fill my lungs and closed my eyes. As my eyelids shut, I heard quiet music playing somewhere nearby. Classical. Mozart. My drunken mind immediately drifted off to when I was a little kid . . . “What do you hear, Cromwell?” my father asked. I closed my eyes and listened to the piece of music. Colors danced before my eyes. “Piano. Violins. Cellos . . .” I took a deep breath. “I can hear reds and greens and pinks.” I opened my eyes and looked up at my father as he sat on my bed. He was staring down at me. There was a funny expression on his face. “You hear colors?” he said. But he didn’t sound surprised. My face set on fire. I ducked my head under my duvet. My father pulled it down from my eyes. He stroked my hair. “That’s good,” he said, his voice kind of deep. “That’s very good . . .” My eyes snapped open. My hand started to ache. I looked at the bottle in my hand; my fingers were white as they gripped the neck. I sat up, my head spinning from the mass of whiskey in my body. My temples throbbed. I realized it wasn’t from the Jack, but from the music coming from further down the beach. I pushed my hair back from my face then looked to my right. Someone was only a few feet away. I squinted into the lightening night, summer’s early rising sun making it possible to make out the features of whoever the hell it was. It was a girl. A girl wrapped in a blanket. Her phone sat beside her, a Mozart piano concerto drifting quietly from the speaker. She must have felt me looking at her, because she turned her head. I frowned, wondering why I knew her face, but then—“You’re the DJ,” she said. Recognition dawned. It was the girl in the purple dress. She clutched her blanket closer around her as I replayed her accent in my head. American. Bible Belt was my guess, by her thick twang. She sounded like my mum. A smile tugged at her lips as I stayed mute. I wasn’t much of a talker. Especially when my gut was full of Jack and I had zero interest in making small talk with some girl I didn’t know at four in the morning on a cold beach in Brighton. “I’d heard of you,” she said. I stared back out over the sea. Ships sailed in the distance, their lights like tiny fireflies, bobbing up and down. I huffed a humorless laugh. Great. Another girl who wanted to screw the DJ. “Good for you,” I muttered and took a drink of my Jack, feeling the addictive burn slide down my throat. I hoped she’d piss off, or at least stop trying to talk to me. My head couldn’t take any more noise. “Not really,” she shot back. I looked over at her, eyebrows pulled down in confusion. She was looking out over the sea, her chin resting on her folded arms that lay over her bent knees. The blanket had fallen off her shoulders, revealing the purple dress I’d noticed from the podium. She turned to face me, cheek now on her arms. Heat zipped through me. She was pretty. “I’ve heard of you, Cromwell Dean.” She shrugged. “Decided to get a ticket to see you before I left for home tomorrow.” I lit up another cigarette. Her nose wrinkled. She clearly didn’t like the smell. Tough luck. She could move. Last time I checked, England was a free country. She went quiet. I caught her looking at me. Her brown eyes were narrowed, like she was scrutinizing me. Reading something in me that I didn’t want anyone to see. No one ever looked at me closely. I never gave them the chance. I thrived on the podium at clubs because it kept everyone far away, down on the dancefloor where no one ever saw the real me. The way she was looking at me now made nervous shivers break out over my skin. I didn’t need this kind of crap. “Already had my dick sucked tonight, love. Not looking for a second round.” She blinked, and even in the rising sun, I could see her cheeks redden. “Your music has no soul,” she blurted. My cigarette paused halfway to my mouth. Something managed to stab through my stomach at her words. I shoved it back down until I felt my usual sensation of numbness. I sucked on my cigarette. “Yeah? Well, them’s the breaks.” “I’d heard you were some messiah or something on that podium. But all your music comprised was synthetic beats and forced repetitive bursts of unoriginal tempo.” I laughed and shook my head. The girl met my eyes head-on. “It’s called electronic dance music. Not a fifty-piece orchestra.” I held out my arms. “You’ve heard of me. Said so yourself. You know what tunes I spin. What were you expecting? Mozart?” I glared at her phone, which was still playing that damn concerto. I sat back, surprised at myself. I hadn’t talked that much to anyone in . . . I didn’t know how long. I took in a drag, breathing out the smoke that was trapped in my chest. “And turn that thing off, will you? Who the hell goes to hear a dance DJ spin, then comes to a beach to listen to classical music?” The girl frowned but turned off the music. I lay back on the cold sand, closing my eyes. I heard the soft waves lapping the shore. My head filled with pale green. I heard the girl moving. I prayed she was leaving. But I felt her drop beside me. My world darkened as the whiskey and the usual lack of sleep started to pull me under. “What do you feel when you mix your music?” she asked. How the hell she thought her little interview was a good idea right now was beyond me. Yet, surprisingly, I found myself answering her question. “I don’t feel.” I cracked one eye open when she didn’t say anything. She was looking down at me. She had the biggest brown eyes I’d ever seen. Dark hair pulled off her face in a ponytail. Full lips and smooth skin. “Then that’s the problem.” She smiled, but the smile looked nothing but sad. Pitying. “The best music must be felt. By the creator. By the listener. Every part of it from creation to ear must be wrapped in nothing but feelings.” Some weird expression crossed over her face, but hell if I knew what it meant. Her words were a blade to my chest. I hadn’t expected her harsh comment. And I hadn’t expected the blunt trauma that she seemed to deliver right to my heart. Like she’d taken a butcher’s knife and sliced her way through my soul. My body itched to get up and run. To pluck out her assessment of my music from my memory. But instead I forced a laugh, and spat, “Go back home, little Dorothy. Back to where music means something. Where it’s felt.” “Dorothy was from Kansas.” She glanced away. “I’m not.” “Then go back to wherever the hell you’re from,” I snapped. Crossing my arms over my chest, I hunkered down into the sand and shut my eyes, trying to block out the cold wind that was picking up and slapping my skin, and her words that were still stabbing at my heart. I never let anything get to me like this. Not anymore. I just needed some sleep. I didn’t want to go back to my mum’s house here in Brighton, and my flat in London was too far away. So hopefully the cops wouldn’t find me here and kick me off the beach. With my eyes closed, I said, “Thanks for the midnight critique, but as the fastest-rising DJ in Europe, with the best clubs in the world begging for me to spin at their decks—all at nineteen—I think I’ll ignore your extensive notes and just keep on living my sweet as fuck life.”


Tillie Cole hails from a small town in the North-East of England. She grew up on a farm with her English mother, Scottish father and older sister and a multitude of rescue animals. As soon as she could, Tillie left her rural roots for the bright lights of the big city.

After graduating from Newcastle University with a BA Hons in Religious Studies, Tillie followed her Professional Rugby player husband around the world for a decade, becoming a teacher in between and thoroughly enjoyed teaching High School students Social Studies before putting pen to paper, and finishing her first novel.

Tillie has now settled in Austin, Texas, where she is finally able to sit down and write, throwing herself into fantasy worlds and the fabulous minds of her characters.

Tillie is both an independent and traditionally published author, and writes many genres including: Contemporary Romance, Dark Romance, Young Adult and New Adult novels.

When she is not writing, Tillie enjoys nothing more than curling up on her couch watching movies, drinking far too much coffee, while convincing herself that she really doesn’t need that extra square of chocolate.

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KFF’s on tour with KNOCKED UP by Stacey Lynn!



Knocked Up by Stacey Lynn

Publication Date: June 12th, 2018

Genre: Contemporary Romance


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First comes love. Then comes marriage. Then comes baby in a baby carriage. Just not necessarily in that order….

Braxton: I should probably be dead or in jail right now. Instead, thanks to some tough love, I worked my ass off and now I own a string of tattoo parlors throughout the Pacific Northwest. And yet the one thing I’ve always wanted—a family—still seems out of reach. When my best friend gets married, I’m just hoping to blow off some steam with the super-hot maid of honor. But after Cara Thompson tracks me down to tell me she’s pregnant, she’s more surprised than I am when I tell her I’m all in.

Cara: For the first time in my life, I’m living for myself—not for my parents and their ridiculous expectations. I gave up on my MBA, dropped out of the Ivy League, and moved to Portland to pursue my dream of becoming an artist. And what’s the first thing I do? Get knocked up. For a tatted-up sex god, Braxton Henley seems way too eager to “be there for me.” Is this guy serious? Maybe. He sure is patient. Because he won’t back down until I admit what I know in my heart: that our one night stand might’ve led me to the one.


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4.5 Stars ~ Reviewed by Emma Louise
on behalf of KFF

This book was something of a hidden gem. I read the blurb before I dived in and expected a silly little romcom; however, what I got was so much more than that. Off-page, before the start of this little gem; Cara and Braxton meet at a wedding reception and one thing leads to another and they ended up back at his hotel room. What comes after their night together is a real eye-opener for Cara and Braxton.

Cara was raised in a household of lofty expectations and parents who expected her to remake the wheel and follow in their footsteps of being holier than thou and act like she is owed rather than owing. If not for her brother Jimmy, Cara wouldn’t have ever come out of her shell and begun to live her life away from her “Stepford” parents.

‘Live, Cara. Live for both of us. Be true to you.’ 

Braxton is as similar but also equally different to Cara as two people can be. The similarities, though subtle, are there for everyone to see if you just look at it all in a different light. The way the author portrayed the inherent differences between upper and lower class was done in a very non-stereotypical way. There was no rubbing it in when it came down to it. Nobody had to show others what they did or didn’t have, the haters just weren’t worth the time or inclination.

From beginning to end this book shouted one thing over and over again, trust. Some people wanted it sooner than they had a right to it, and others just didn’t treasure trust the way they should.

‘I close my eyes, feel the rhythm of my heart beating against my chest, and I realise I’m wrong.
I’m not falling for Braxton Henley.
I’ve already landed.’

Now, the interesting part of this book, the romance between Cara and Braxton.
If you have read the blurb you know the basic premise of this book, but what you won’t know until you read Knocked Up is what this book truly is about. Both main characters are incredibly damaged and have so many hang-ups you could use them as hangers in a wardrobe! There is nothing simple or basic about this pairing and it is done effortlessly whilst dealing with some intense emotions and events.

‘This is not pregnant hormones, kicking into high gear, creating a throb at the apex of my thighs.
This is simple, boy meets girl, girl wants to taste hot boy, physical chemistry.’

Knocked Up is book two of a series, but each book is a standalone read and does not have to be read in line with the others. Events and situations in this book were not always in the control of Braxton and Cara, that being said, it is a true testament to their characters and the author who penned their personalities that they stayed true to form and never diverted.


I quickly take everything off and drape the paper sheet over my lap, leaving my socks on, and when I’m ready, the edges of the sheet tucked under my thighs and backside, Pam knocks on the door.“Ready?” she calls as she’s already pushing open the door.“Yup.” I sound like I’m about ready to croak, and Braxton’s deep, rumbling chuckle worsens my rattled nerves. He kissed me!

I raise my hand to my mouth and as my fingertips press my lips, they’re taken away, gripped in Braxton’s warm hold. He smiles down at me knowingly and I force my attention on Pam.

She pulls the internal monitor out of the drawer, along with a bottle of lubricant and a condom, and Braxton’s grip on my hand turns almost bone-crushing.

“Is that—”

“Yup.” I cut him off.


“Now you see why I wanted the external one,” I mutter quietly.

I can’t look at him. My cheeks are on fire, and for some absolutely insane reason, other parts of my body are warming and this should not be happening at my midwife’s office.

“So,” Pam says, turning around and back to business. Except it’s hard to take her seriously as she waves what looks like a massive vibrator in her hand. “We’re going to insert this inside of you.”

“Holy shit,” Braxton mutters. And God, kill me. Please kill me now.

If Pam hears him, she ignores him as she steps toward me, and pulls out a set of stirrups from beneath the table. “I’m going to need you to lie down, Cara, and spread your legs, and slip down to the edge of the bed for me.”

“I feel like I’ve heard this before,” I say, unable to stop myself. My filter has evaporated along with my self-respect and all of this is so absolutely humiliating.

Pam pauses, glances at me and then at Braxton and nods, understanding. But I swear, as her gaze sweeps down Braxton’s arms, even she blushes. Which is great . . . my midwife thinks my non-boyfriend baby daddy is hot.

“I feel like I’ve said this before,” Braxton says, and both of our eyes whip to him. My gracious. He’s smiling, shoulders shaking like he’s holding back the world’s most boisterous laugh, and it’s all I can do to not kill him while he’s standing there, glancing between the monitor-slash-vibrator and my spread legs and I can’t hold it in anymore.

“This is embarrassing.”

Pam is back to business, already spreading the condom over the phallic-shaped instrument, and then she drizzles on the lubricant.

Braxton’s breath brushes over my cheeks. His dark locks tickle my temple as he whispers, “I feel like I should be offering to help with this.”

“Shut up,” I grit, my stomach muscles clenching from trying not to die or laugh. “This isn’t funny.”

“Oh. This is the funniest thing I’ve ever seen, I’m not going to lie.”

My fingers squeeze his hand and Pam is in front of me. She holds a small black box in her other hand and the tip of the wand against my center. “I’ll go slow, and it might be cold, okay?”


“Sweet Jesus,” Braxton whispers. “I don’t know whether to be terrified or turned on right now, Cara.”


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Stacey Lynn currently lives in Minnesota with her husband and four children. When she’s not conquering mountains of laundry and fighting a war against dust bunnies and cracker crumbs, you can find her playing with her children, curled up on the couch with a good book, or on the boat with her family enjoying Minnesota’s beautiful, yet too short, summer.

She lives off her daily pot of coffee, can only write with a bowlful of Skittles nearby, and has been in love with romance novels since before she could drive herself to the library.

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THE UPSIDE OF FALLING by Meghan Quinn is LIVE early!

Tucked away at the base of the Rocky Mountains lived a little boy with one singular dream: leave this broken and battered home and become someone.

Be somebody’s hero.

That boy was me—Colby Brooks. Except I’m not that same little boy anymore.

My dreams might still be the same, but my reality isn’t.

I’m smarter. Stronger. A man.

And I learned a long damn time ago, the only way to achieve my dreams was to avoid distractions—at any cost.

Focus. Resolve. Determination.

But all it took was one single night. One night and my entire life…changed.

One night had me colliding head first with the biggest distraction of my life; Rory Oaks.

Smart. Charming. Beautiful.

Rory changed everything.

Quickly, my one-track mind started to bend.

Each kiss faded decade-long dreams.

And with one single incident, I fly off course.

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Reviewed by Anna Green on behalf of KFF

I have read a few books by this author and most of them were romantic comedies. Well, this one has a totally different feel and there were more tears involved than usual but I really loved it. This contemporary romance is the first book of a duet and ends in a cliff-hanger so be warned!

When Colby Brooks was dragged along to a party he wasn’t keen on going to, he never expected to meet the woman who would change his life. Colby’s goal is to become a fighter pilot ever since he was a young boy and when his dad died, his life took on a downward turn and the only thing that kept him going was his dream of earning his wings. The moment he met Rory he knew she was trouble.

Rory has dreams of leaving the town where she grew up, of becoming a ballerina but loyalty to her family severed that opportunity. Her life is devoted to her job and being there for her brother Bryan. She is quite feisty and when she meets Colby, she pursued him persistently even though he made it clear to her that he didn’t want any distractions. She won him over and life between the two seem to be hunky dory.

I have always loved this author’s previous books, especially her romantic comedies but this is the first book I have read of hers that is quite emotional. Colby’s character is well written; his love for his gramps, his close relationship with his best friend Stryder and his dogged determination makes him a dark and brooding character but a lovable hero. He hides his abusive past and yet he is also willing to take a chance in Rory. Rory comes across as loyal although her actions in this book can be contradictory at times. I love the chemistry between Colby and Rory, the hotness is off the charts. The secondary characters in this book play minor roles but significant  in Rory and Colby’s lives. That epilogue though gave me a whiplash and almost killed my heart. It’s one of those WTH moments and I wish I didn’t have to wait for another month till I find out what happens next.

Head turned down, pushing the sleeves of his white Henley up his arms, he swaggers toward me. His jeans hang low on his hips, held up by the same brown belt he wore the other night. His narrow waist directs my eyes to the center of his jeans, and I can’t help wonder what might be behind the crotch of his pants.And then there is his chest. Barrel like, broad and prominent. His thick biceps showcase his strength, and the fabric of his shirt stretches over his shoulders and forearms. Having spent a lot of time at the gym, I’ve seen every body type, but Colby’s is different. He’s strong, built, but not like a body builder. His body seems to suggest the only kind of weight he’s been lifting is his own body, pushup after pushup. I can’t imagine there being barbells in his workouts, but I can imagine logs, cadets, and heavy machinery. He has working muscles, the kind you earn from hard, dedicated work on the field. In a word? Impressive.Walking up to Stryder, he grips his friend’s shoulder and says something into his ear. A smirk crosses Stryder’s face before he moves over to our side of the bowling alley and takes Colby’s place.

Is he leaving? Already?

Might as well at this point. It’s not like he’s going to talk to me, not after my pathetic attempt at a bet. I should have known I was going to hang out in the gutter all night. It’s where I usually am when I’m bowling. I blame the ball. The thing has a vendetta against me.

Sighing, I prop my chin in my hand and watch Stryder expertly toss his ball down the lane, getting a strike . . . once again. And just like every other strike, he pumps his arm up in the air and celebrates. We get it, you’re good, no need to—


That voice . . .

Stunned, eyes wide, not able to move, not wanting to scare him away, I keep my eyes trained forward, soaking in that beautifully deep voice of his for a brief moment before saying, “Hey.”

“Can I sit here?”

Still keeping my eyes trained forward, I say, “Sure.”

My body tingles with awareness of how close he is to me, that fresh laundry scent invading my senses, prickling the little hairs on my arm. My body leans toward his, wanting a little more, searching for anything else he might give me. I don’t know why he’s choosing to engage me in conversation, but I’m sure as hell not moving while he does.

“Sorry about tonight,” he says and he actually sounds sincere.

“Why are you sorry?” I mumble.

Reaching around, he takes my cheek in his hand. The callouses on his palm rubbing against my skin is a welcome sensation. As I’m turned toward him, I steady my breathing. I’m having a hard time slowing my heart rate because of his close proximity, and the unexpected touch shooting a wave of heat through my veins.

“I’m sorry you didn’t get to ask me any questions. I didn’t think you were going to suck that bad.” A playful smile tugs at his lips, and my heart sinks to the floor. Oh God, he’s so gorgeous, especially when he smiles.

Matching his smirk, I say, “I didn’t think I was going to suck that bad either.”

“I feel bad.”

“You should.” That garners a laugh, deep and throaty, the sound cloaking me like a shield, protecting me from the outside world, bringing me into a little bubble where we are the only two that exist.

“Ask me a question.”

Shocked, I swallow hard and say, “Really?”

He nods and holds up his fingers. “You get three.”

“Oh, three? Wow, I feel like you just gave me the key to your soul.”

Rolling his eyes, he adjusts his stance on the barstool and leans back, giving us some space, our knees still knocking into each other. “Easy killer; it’s just three questions.”

“Yeah, three questions I didn’t have before.” Tapping my chin, I try to think of good questions, but now that I have him willing and waiting, nothing comes to mind. I wasn’t prepared for this, he caught me off-guard, and now I feel I can’t be strategic about my probing. “Hmm . . . what do you like to do on the weekends?”

“Jump,” he answers.

Searching his eyes, lips quirked, I say, “Uh, you’re going to have to be more specific than that. What kind of jumping are we talking here? Like jump roping? Because that seems kind of weird to do on the weekends, and if you tell me you’re in some kind of jump-roping club at the academy, I’m not going to believe you.”

His lips curve up as he scratches the side of his jaw. “Jump out of airplanes.”



That’s . . .

Uh, that’s really hot.

“So you just casually jump out of airplanes?”

“I’m part of the Wings of Blue, the academy’s parachute team. We jump every day, at least two to three times a day after class and before dinner, depending on wind and ceiling limits. On the weekends, some of the guys, including Stryder and me, go to Springs East Airport and do civilian jumps. The more jumps we get in, the higher the chance we’ll be considered for big demonstrations, like parachuting into football games and major sporting events for the Rockies and Broncos.” Ummmm. Did anyone else just hear how many words he gifted me? And seriously? Does the man have no clue how incredibly sexy he is when he talks about something he loves? The expression on his face . . .

“Wow, that’s . . . that’s really hot.” I chuckle. “Sorry, I don’t mean to fangirl over your parachuting, but I guess I wasn’t expecting that answer. You just jump out of planes?”

He slowly nods. “Every day.”

“Anything to get you up in the clouds, huh?”

“Yeah,” he answers shyly, rubbing his jaw. “Okay, next question.”



This isn’t a story about a love triangle. There is no triangle involved.

This isn’t a story about an accidental pregnancy. Although having a baby with her . . . I would.

This isn’t a story about lies and deception, even though at times I’ve lied to myself.

No, this is my story.

A story about sacrifice.

A story about a man who fell in love with the wrong girl.

A story I wish I never had to tell.

This is a story about the true meaning of the downside of love.

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Born in New York and raised in Southern California, Meghan has grown into a sassy, peanut butter eating, blonde haired swearing, animal hoarding lady. She is known to bust out and dance if “It’s Raining Men” starts beating through the air and heaven forbid you get a margarita in her, protect your legs because they may be humped.

Once she started commuting for an hour and twenty minutes every day to work for three years, she began to have conversations play in her head, real life, deep male voices and dainty lady coos kind of conversations. Perturbed and confused, she decided to either see a therapist about the hot and steamy voices running through her head or start writing them down. She decided to go with the cheaper option and started writing… enter her first novel, Caught Looking.

Now you can find the spicy, most definitely on the border of lunacy, kind of crazy lady residing in Colorado with the love of her life and her five, furry four legged children, hiking a trail or hiding behind shelves at grocery stores, wondering what kind of lube the nervous stranger will bring home to his wife. Oh and she loves a good boob squeeze!

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ROPED by Remy Blake is now available!


Title: Roped

Author: Remy Blake

Genre: Romantic Comedy

Release Date: 13th June, 2018

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When my advertising business secured the client of my dreams, I never imagined how life changing it would be. Instead of suits, spreadsheets and business dinners in the city, I’m forced to spend four weeks out west, as research, experiencing ranch life firsthand.
Harry Welker the owner of King Ranch, vacation spot to the rich and famous wants me to get my boots muddy, and my hands dirty. And by dirty, I don’t think he meant with his daughter Blair; exploring every inch of her irresistible body. In the hayloft or the cow pasture or the….. you get the picture.
What started out as a one time thing has turned into so much more and we’re running out of time. When this job ends will I return home or remain here with my heart?


Reviewed by Donna Elsegood on behalf of KFF

Chase Harrison is a city boy who runs his own business in advertising and is given the opportunity to leave behind the city life when he secures a lucrative client. Only the snag is he has to spend four weeks experiencing a ranch lifestyle, swapping his suits for a Stetson. Harry Welker is the owner and new client of King ranch which will be a vacation spot for the rich and famous. What Chase doesn’t expect is to be thrusted into this experience with Harry’s daughter Blaire.

Blaire Welker is all work and no play working for her father, wanting to please him and show just how much she can achieve. She comes from a very wealthy family and finds it difficult to find a man who wants her for the woman she is. Pretty, smart and hardworking but she has had her heart broken by partners expecting to get a share of the family wealth, using her for their own gain.

The two have a simmering chemistry and embark on a no strings attached one-time thing; however, it’s evident it is turning into so much more. But time is running out and Chase will be leaving soon. They never wanted it to be anything more than casual but it seems lines are becoming blurred. There are cameo appearances from characters from previous workings Clipped and Timber which is a welcome addition to catch up with the fun and banter of these side characters. Chase and Blaire are likable characters and I enjoyed getting to know them.

Remy Blake spin a captivating and entertaining story full of angst of will they won’t they, a dirty talking city boy and the strong-willed heroine. The penned words have a fluidity to them that reel you in and capture you with the storytelling, with the banter and connection between the two protagonists. This writing duo always manage to make me smile with their storys and add in enough raunchiness to make their tales sizzling hot. They both compliment each other in the writing ability and work well enough together to keep us the audience chomping at the bit for more stories.



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Remy Blake is a male and female author duo, comprised of Jacob Chance and Marley Valentine. Pairing up to have some fun, they write steamy, short reads, with insta love/lust, an occasional side of taboo and a guaranteed HEA. You can expect twice the debauchery in every book they write.


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Title: Changing Tides

Author: K A Sands

Series: The Razer Series – Standalone

Genre: M/M, New Adult

Release Date: 13th June, 2018

Cover Design: K A Sands

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Twenty-six years.

Nine thousand, four hundred and ninety days.

Every hour, a relief.

I’m a thug. A pusher. A low life. Governed by the hand that feeds me and holds my sister against me. I am named ‘Gripp’ for good reason. Every breath I take is one I hold dear, for my life dictates a short span.

I hit on women to save face, while I screw men in back alleyways to hide. My brazen attempt to seduce my sister’s best friend fell short, leaving me spiralling out of control. I’m not good enough for Ayden Rinaldi, but it doesn’t mean I’m not going to try.

I want him with a passion I have never felt before.

The chips are stacked against me, against us. The muddy waters I tread, taint all who come near. On bended knees, my world finally rips itself apart, leaving me sinking to the bottom of my black existence. In death’s darkest hour, I am lost, Ayden a shadow of the man he once was.

But he is my anchor.
I am his.

And we must swim these choppy waters before they drown us.

Please note that Changing Tides has instances of m/f scenes (two) which are integral to the plot and the character of the main MC. It is not possible to tell this story without these scenes.

Twists and turns abound in K A Sands first M/M novel. An interconnected standalone full of action, suspense and toe-curling heat. You’d be a fool not to read! Please be aware, this book contains distressing and mature themes and you must be 18+ to read.


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4.5 Stars ~ Reviewed by Anna Green

on behalf of KFF

Oh wow! This is the first MM book I have reviewed and definitely one of my top reads this year. Although the characters in this book are interconnected to the Razer series this book can be read as a standalone. I would suggest; however, that you read the other books too so you will be more clued in on the other characters.

Ayden is the son of Lucca Rinaldi from the previous Razer books and this is his story. A confident young man who owns his sexuality, he has the support of his family and best friends Jake and Sophie. His world turns upside down when he meets Shaun and although he is drawn to Shaun’s darkness, is he willing to take that next step?

Shaun aka Gripp is a man in his mid-twenties, heavily involved in the unsavoury world of drugs. When his and Ayden’s world collide, they felt that instant attraction. But Shaun is good at faking everything especially his true self; he can’t give away his secrets as it might cost him his life and new found love.

This author’s fourth book totally blew my mind. This is a contemporary MM romance about two individuals who are from different backgrounds: one grew up privileged and the other comes from a world of violence and dubious connections. Their tale is a rollercoaster of emotions: betrayal, redemption, and love; a white knuckle ride and hanging at the edge of your seat type of book. I wish I could spill out more juicy details of their story but I don’t want to give away any spoilers. You need to find out for yourself why Ayden and Shaun are my new favourite heroes. Honestly, Shaun and Ayden’s relationship tied me up in knots it gave my heart a wedgie. And yes, that ending, I was totally gobsmacked! I highly recommended this book.


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Not your ordinary fluffy, feel-good romance…

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I was desperate, desperate for intimate contact with him, desperate for another taste of him, and almost begging for something I’d never had before. I would have pleaded on my hands and knees and enjoyed every minute of it. Anything. Anything at all to have him. I was desperate, desperate for intimate contact with him, desperate for another taste of him, and almost begging for something I’d never had before. I would have pleaded on my hands and knees and enjoyed every minute of it. Anything. Anything at all to have him.

Ayden sucked in a sharp breath, lifting his hands to my head, sifting his hands through the strands of my hair. A gentle movement that hurt, I pretended it meant more than it did, and my eyes drifted shut as I lost myself to the softness of his fingertips against my scalp.

Jesus, he was undoing me, little by little.

Calmness washed over me, a place I’d love to have lingered for a while longer knowing I may never get it again. The world around me stilled, and it was just me and him, nothing else mattered. It was coming home, it was being free, it was my all. Maybe if I stayed right there, the world would leave me behind and forget I existed.

I’m not ready for you…not yet.

He plucked sharply at my hair, bringing me back down to earth with a jolt of desire, my lust kicking in tenfold at the pain lancing through my skull.

For the first time in my life, I sank to the floor willingly and kneeled before the man that had stolen all my senses. In that one singular moment I bowed before him, awash with a myriad of emotions I didn’t fully understand. He caught me off guard yet didn’t unsettle me like I imagined he would. I recognised the moment exactly for what it was.

His fingers became a dizzying caress, mapping circles across the crown of my head. It wasn’t what I wanted now, not what I needed. Not enough. I wanted more, so much more.



“You using condoms, dude? Glove up, always. If it don’t feel so good with a rubber on, go buy some of that play lube shit they have at the supermarket. Makes your dick hot or something. That’ll make it feel better.”

I burst out laughing as my dad glared daggers at Ryder. My uncle was something else, no mouth filter most of the time, much to my dad’s displeasure.

“Ryder!” My dad admonished right on cue.

“What? Just saying.” He shrugged. “What’s your sage advice then, oh wise one?”

“God, you’re a pain in my arse sometimes. You want coffee I take it?” He stood up to fetch his brother a fresh cup.

“Yeah. So, who’s the chick?” He obviously hadn’t got a good look last night.

“It’s Sophie,” my dad spilled before I could. “So watch your mouth.”

“Oh, man.” Ryder looked astonished. “You don’t pork your best mates, Ayden. That’s a shit storm waiting to happen. Did we not teach you anything?”


Meet K A

K A Sands is an exciting new author who has a passion for reading and more often than not, can be found with her nose stuck in a book. She loves angsty, dark reads but is not averse to the fun, light-hearted side either. Typically, a romance reader, of most genres/sub-genres, she loves reading a debut herself. Her passion for the written words goes back to her childhood and she has always dreamed of writing and telling the world her stories.

Not quite a stay at home mum, K A Sands has a busy life which she shares with her husband of twenty-two years and her little monkey boy. Her adult children have flown the coop already, but still manage to come home for ‘mama’s lasagna.’

Avid eater of mayonnaise and chips, anti-get-fitter, lover of cheesy music and a fierce advocate of things close to her heart. She enjoys doing Photoshop manipulations and would love to be a whiz using it… maybe one day. She has a bucket list as long as her arm, which includes skydiving and visiting Cambodia. And wants to travel the world.

Great believer in second chances, insta-love (because her love is a product of that), fairy tales and monsters… K A Sands just wants to write all the words for you.

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ATTICUS by S. Bennett is LIVE!

ATTICUS: A Woman’s Journey with the World’s Worst Behaved Dog by USA Today and New York Times bestselling author Sawyer Bennett is now available on all platforms!

Atticus, a heart-warming and deliciously funny story about the world’s worst behaved dog and how he trained his human how to love herself again, from USA Today and New York Times bestselling author Sawyer Bennett is coming June 12th!

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

One brown eye. One blue.

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

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

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

Hazel had no idea the dog would be her beginning, her second chance, the miracle she never saw coming. She named him Atticus. He grew up to be a very bad—and completely awesome—dog. He took Hazel on a life-changing journey filled with mischievous adventure and painful heartbreak. In the end, Hazel grew up to be completely awesome, too.

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Reviewed by Sharon Thérèse


This book will always have a place in my heart. Not only did it bring out all the feelings, but I couldn’t help myself from reading it to the very last page in one sitting. I cried, I laughed and connected to the author’s characters with an such ease that I truly felt as if I were there by their sides. Is it a love story, though? Well, the beginning of the story led me to believe otherwise as it revolves around a Bernese Mountain puppy and its owner. However, there’s a little-big surprise in store and I’ll say no more about it.

How Atticus and Hazel found each other was a case of being in the right place at the right time, changing their lives forever. She thought Atticus was a bad doggy but I begged to differ. Now then, I am the proud owner of two Spanish Seawater dogs and Mika was a real terror when she was young. Her shenanigans which I compared with Atticus’ jogged my memory, making me grin from ear to ear. Yeap, he most certainly gets into mischief but he’s easily forgiven! Hazel’s life before Atticus is sad, and even when they adopt one another, her struggle to make ends meet and give him the proper care had me rooting for her. She’s adamant. Her new responsibility is a challenge like no other she’s ever had, her perseverance admirable under the circumstances she’s in.

What I really liked was the dual perspective in first-person which the author succeeded in pulling off to a tee. Getting a first-hand insight into Atticus’ thoughts was a joy in itself. He’s quite a worrier regardless of his bursts of energy, his ferocious appetite reminding me of my other dog whose belly is never full! Although I do have to say his adoration for Hazel is nothing less than heart-warming. I have to mention the secondary characters’ backstories, too. Cannily woven into the read, why they’d lived as they had is revealed in such a way that at times, I sobbed my heart out. But many happy moments contrast the sad ones. Hazel might not have much except her adorable dog, but she has a lot to offer. Her enthusiasm and generous heart will rally them together, making them see anything is possible.

Exquisitely descriptive writing and sensitively told, this page-turner of a book was a refreshing change and exactly what I needed. I would even recommend it to those of you who aren’t into dogs because all said and done, this story has it all! Ooh, and if your daughters are teenagers, get them to read it. They’ll benefit from it in more ways than one after getting to know Hazel and Atticus. Bravo Bennett!

Meet Sawyer

S. Bennett is the pen name for New York Times, USA Today and Wall Street Journal bestselling author Sawyer Bennett.

Under the name S. Bennett, Sawyer writes general, young adult and women’s fiction stories that deal with the realities we face on a daily basis such as love, loss, personal growth and all things in between. She tackles difficult issues with grace, while adding her signature humor along the way. Because Sawyer is a romance writer at heart, you’re likely to find a love story within each of her books, though it’s not always a guarantee.

When she isn’t writing as S. Bennett, she’s writing contemporary romance as Sawyer Bennett, and sweet romance under the name Juliette Poe.

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Him & I, an all-new sexy, standalone romance from debut author Melody Eve is available NOW!


Love is a risk.

Roman has never been willing to take those odds, until now.

A beautiful stranger, overheard telling the desk clerk she’s on her honeymoon alone, arouses something in him. Something primal. Something protective. He finds himself doing and saying things he swore he never would in an effort to understand the pain in Aria’s sensual eyes.

His scars are so deep, they may never heal.
His need for control is ingrained.
His desire for her is unparalleled.

The challenge of winning her may be the biggest risk of all.


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4.5 Stars ~ Reviewed by Anna Green on behalf of KFF

What is it about books that start with the heroine catching her boyfriend or husband cheating on her that I just can’t help but keep on turning the page; before I know it I am almost halfway through the book. This is the author’s debut novel and I am very impressed with her work.

Aria is a struggling bookshop owner and when she found out that her fiancé cheated on her, her glorious revenge might be over the top but it sure made me want to give her a fist bump. Escaping the unwelcome attention from family and friends, she went away on holiday and meets the perfect rebound guy: handsome, rich and single. But is he all that he seems?

Roman comes across as the ideal man. Fate must have played a hand when he and Aria met at the resort he wanted to buy. He almost seems like the perfect package except for his controlling ways. Is he too good to be true and is he keeping any secrets from Aria?

I truly enjoyed reading this author’s first book. The well-developed characters and storyline make this an enjoyable read. There are some parts of the book that reminds me a bit of another author’s well-known character, each chapter draws you deeper into Aria and Roman’s story. All throughout this tale when everything was going too smoothly and too perfect, I thought surely a dark cloud must be looming on the horizon and I was right! Theirs is like a fairy tale story but we all know that in every fairy tale there is the evil troll lurking in the shadows, Roman’s secrets are certainly some of them. If Roman and Aria want their happy ending they need to address some issues and we hardly get that in this book. This book doesn’t end in a cliff-hanger but leaves you wanting to know the rest of their story in book two. I cannot wait!


“Don’t think you can play me that easily, Ms. Savage. I’m the master, and you’re still learning the game.” He stands and slips his tie off folding it neatly. Then he leaves me there hot and bothered and disappointed beyond belief. How dare he!What does he mean he’s the master? And what game is he referring to? I was just flirting hoping for a repeat of this morning out here on his patio, a little exhibitionism. I wasn’t playing at anything.

I wasn’t then, but I am now. He likes to control. I’ve witnessed it on multiple occasions. It’s time to take that away from him and see how he likes it.

I stand and strip off my tank top, step out of my skirt, and kick off my flip-flops. I round the table and push through the gate separating his patio from the sandy, sparsely inhabited beach. I’m still sporting a thong but absolutely nothing else. I don’t know if it’s a topless beach, and I don’t care.

I stretch my arms over my head scooping my hair into a fresh messy bun and wrap the rubber band from my wrist around it just as my feet touch the edge of the water.

“Aria!” Roman’s voice booms from behind me. I turn with a wicked smile and see him standing still in his suit pants and dress shirt holding up my top and skirt with fury in his eyes.

Bingo, now let’s see who’s the master and what game we’re playing. He catches my expression and lowers his gaze to my naked breasts. Right before my eyes, I watch him turn into a lunatic. Face red, veins bulging and pulsing from everywhere, he throws open the gate on the patio and storms through the sand in his thousand-dollar shoes and ten-thousand-dollar suit.

But I’m safe in the water, or at least I’m pretty sure I am. I wade out deeper feeling more secure but only for a moment. My eyes go wide when he storms into the ocean dressed from head to toe with the look of an enraged maniac on his face.

Nerves scramble my brain, and I laugh as I swim further away from him. My depth is of no concern to this man full of possessive insanity, in fact, it may be propelling him.

“Aria, come here this instant! This isn’t a nude beach. It’s not even a topless beach for Christ’s sake!” he yells before diving underwater in my direction. Oh my God, for the first time since I let spontaneity take over, I worry about the repercussions of my actions.

What will he do when he catches me? He will catch me of that I am sure. I can see crazy in his eyes. He’s angry, and I am wild. He is possessive, and I need to be free. He is controlling, and I am rebellious.

I dart to the right, but it’s too late. His hand closes around my ankle, and I take in a huge breath right before he pulls me under. I can’t see him, my eyes are closed because of the salty water, but his hands are around my waist hauling me to the surface.

“Are you out of your fucking mind, woman? Somebody could have seen you.”

I try to blink the water from my eyes since he has my arms pinned to my sides. “So?”

“So? You just finished telling me that you’re mine while we are here, and in case you haven’t noticed, we are still here!” he shouts, and I recoil. I’ve never been shouted at by a man, especially right in my face.

I roll my lips inward and hold my breath unsure of what to say or do next. It turns out I don’t have to say or do anything. He turns toward the shore and starts walking us in that direction pushing through the water with such force it leaves a wake behind us. I know, I looked!

He turns me in his arms so that my front is plastered to his hiding my breasts from onlookers’ eyes of which there are only two—an elderly man and his wife sunning in lounge chairs a couple of doors down. I wave at them, and the woman waves back smirking in solidarity.

Roman is overreacting. I’m naked, so what? Women all over the world sunbathe topless and nude. He’s acting like I committed a felony.

“Stop fraternizing with the neighbors,” he growls. How did he know I waved?

“You can’t tell me what to do.”

“Oh yeah? You’re not swimming naked anymore, are you?”

“Because you hauled me out of the water like a sack of potatoes!”

“A sack of potatoes has more sense than you right now.”

“I don’t think I like your tone.”

“I don’t like your defiance,” he says storming through the patio doors with his clothes dripping water all over the carpets. He doesn’t stop to put me down. Instead, he makes a bee-line for the bedroom. Goodie!

He tosses me on the bed, and I laugh. I can’t help it, he is being so absurd. “You’re a caveman, Roman Forrest. You know that, right?”

He closes the door to the bedroom.

“You act like I’m your wife.”

He shoves his hand through his silky black hair and unbuttons his wet shirt.

I pull a sheet over myself suddenly feeling exposed and nervous.

“You don’t own me, you know,” I say, but he says nothing and walks in his squishy shoes to the edge of the bed and yanks the sheet off the bed.


“You wanted to be naked so bad, why the sudden modesty?” he snaps.

“Because it’s my body to do with as I please. I wanted to skinny dip out there, and now I want to cover myself in front of you. You’re acting like a loon.”

“I’m acting like a man who doesn’t want to share his woman with the whole fucking world!” He unzips his slacks and shoves them down along with his black boxer briefs. He kicks off his shoes and socks and crawls up the bed pushing me down to hover over me.

Unsure of how far to go, I lower my voice but stand my ground. “I’d hardly say that grandma and grandpa are the whole world, and since when am I your woman?”

“Since the first time I put my mouth on you,” he says and lowers himself down to take my mouth in a rough, demanding kiss. My toes curl, my belly flips, and I fight the urge to wrap my arms and legs around him for oh, maybe two seconds, tops.

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Melody EveMelody Eve is a Midwestern mother of five children and five fur babies. She is a contemporary romance author who loves writing sexy Alpha male heroes and smart, passionate heroines. Keep your eyes open for Melody’s new release, Him & I on Amazon in 2018.

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