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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About the Author

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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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