REVIEW ~ ELEANOR & GREY by Brittainy C. Cherry

Today we are thrilled to be sharing our 5-star review of Brittainy C. Cherry’s all-new contemporary romance, ELEANOR & GREY

 

 
Greyson East left his mark on me.

As the young girl who first fell for him, I didn’t know much about life. I did know about his smiles, though, and his laughs, and the strange way my stomach flipped when he was near.

Life was perfect…until it wasn’t, and when we were forced to go our separate ways, I held on to our memories, let go of my first crush, and wished for the day I’d find him again.

When my wish came true, it was nothing like I imagined.

I couldn’t have known when I took the nanny position that it would be his children I looked after, that my new boss would be that boy I used to know, that boy who was now a man—a cold, lonely, detached man.

The smile and laugh I had loved so much were gone, now distant memories. Every part of him was covered in a fresh pain.

When he realized who I was, he made me promise to do my job and my job only.
He made me promise not to try to get to know him, not to recall the memories I’d treasured all this time.

But, sometimes, I saw the boy I’d once known in his stormy eyes. I saw the Greyson who smiled and laughed, who had stolen a young girl’s heart, and there was no doubt in my mind that this boy was worth fighting for.

I was given a second chance with the one who’d left his mark on me. All I hoped was that somehow I’d leave a mark on his soul, too.

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Reviewed by Sharon Thérèse at KFF

Eleanor Gable and Grey East’s story captivated me from the word go and although I had no plans to review this tear-jerker of a read, it certainly merits mentioning. Cherry has delivered a story which is unputdownable, covers everything that I look for in what is my favourite genre, contemporary romance and focuses on how grief is overcome with utmost sensitivity. Being pushed for time meant I did all-nighter…no regret there except the result was a very damp pillow and very red eyes in the morning!

The author’s narrative and timeline flow smoothly; however, it saddened me to see how one of the protagonist’s life had developed in later years. The story starts out with teenage platonic love, a deep understanding, a friendship I thought would never end. Greyson gives Eleanor hope to carry on; she, in turn, discovers that he’s been suffering in silence and they’re simply there for each other.

‘If he was a book character, he’d be the hero.’

But life gets in the way and gradually these two youngsters lose contact. Even though there’s a huge time gap, I didn’t miss those lost years. Later, when the bomb dropped, here begins what felt like another heart-wrenching tale of woe. And I know tragedy is unmeasurable but I found the second part of the book even more distressing than the first.

“Fear’s okay, as long as you don’t let it drown you.”

Young Eleanor got me at the drop of a hat. Ooh, her reading material…her choice was perfect and took me back to many a night when I used to read those books to my son. And her love of dragonflies, her dress sense and more importantly, her attitude. She’s a self-confessed introvert but takes no nonsense from her peers. If she doesn’t like what’s going on around her, she buries her head in a book. She escapes. From a loving family, nothing could go wrong. Or could it?

‘It was sad that so many people went through life without knowing they were filled with magic.’

Grey. Ooh my goodness me. Did I shed a bunch of tears over him! Yeap, get ready for ugly cries ladies ‘cause you’d have to made of tough stuff not to. A lad who should have had everything to live for has his own issues to deal with. Then fast-forward and the Grey I’d grown to feel deeply for, who Eleanor knew, had changed. That loving boy’s gone; he’s aloof, stern and emotionally closed off towards his daughters when they need him more than ever. Except for work, he has a virtually non-existent homelife and his prickly demeanour frosts what should have been a loving and safe environment for his gals.

‘Grief shows its face and it unforgivingly drowns you, and for a while, you wonder if staying under the water would be better than ever breathing again.’

I have to add that this hurt me no end and it made me think that there wasn’t an end to Grey agonizing over what had happened. However, consequences play a huge part and just maybe there is light at the end of the tunnel.

“Live in this moment, my dragonfly. Live fully in the moment.”

One cannot argue the importance of family and Cherry’s made every possible effort to drive this message home to her readers. She’s also gone above board in regards to healing, self-forgiveness, and acceptance. Grey’s girls, his mother-in-law and best friend, Landon…I adored them all. Eleanor’s cousin is a real case and a half and hoping to see more of her and Landon. Beautifully written, I highly recommend reading this book that’ll evoke all the feels you didn’t think you had in you. Bravo Cherry!

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© 2019 Brittainy C. Cherry
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Eleanor

Thirty-two years old

Greyson’s assistant, Allison, finished giving me a tour of the house. “Okay, I think that’s everything. I’m going to head out now, but go ahead and make yourself comfortable. Get used to the property. Mr. East knows you’re here today, so don’t feel like you aren’t allowed to wander around a bit. If you need anything, my cell number is on the contact list in the book, or you can email me. If nothing comes up, I hope your first day goes well. Claire will be with you Monday to make sure the transition goes smoothly.”

I must have looked terrified because as Allison grabbed her coat and purse to leave, she gave me a light squeeze on the shoulder.

“You’re going to be fine, Eleanor. Mind over matter. You got this. Let’s touch base later in the week so I can check in on how things are going.”

“Sounds great. Thanks, Allison.”

After she left, I took a deep breath and flipped through a few pages in the binder. Then, I did a once-through of the house, familiarizing myself with whose room was where. There was something so unsettling about the quietness of Greyson’s home. It was so dark with an odd gloomy feeling attached to it, haunting almost. I didn’t mean dark as in the lighting situation, rather it was the energy level. There was such a heaviness in the space.

The place felt like a house, not a home.

If I hadn’t known any better, I wouldn’t have believed a family lived there at all.

It felt so abandoned, almost like a memory frozen in time.

That might’ve just been my own thoughts, thought, due to knowing about the tragedy that had taken place in the lives of the individuals who lived there. With the number of books I’d read, it wasn’t inaccurate to say my mind wandered toward the dramatics.

I walked back into the kitchen, flipping through the binder, completely taken aback by the girls’ schedules. Between school, swim lessons, karate, piano lessons, physical therapy, and grief counseling, I wasn’t sure how they found the time to live a little.

“Eleanor.”

I leaped out of my skin at the sound of my name and turned to see Greyson standing behind me with an empty glass in his hand. He was dressed in a suit and tie, which was so strange to me.

Who wore a suit and tie in their own home?

I hardly wore pants when I was home alone.

“Oh, Greyson, hi. Sorry I’m still here. Allison was just giving me a tour, and she said it was okay to look around a bit more.”

“She made me aware.”

Wow. He had responded immediately, unlike the first time I saw him. I called that progress.

I smiled at him, but he didn’t smile back, and that felt like the oddest thing in the world. The old Greyson had been full of smiles.

“It’s a beautiful home,” I stated, unsure what else to talk about. “It’s massive. I swear, it’s like ten times the size of my place.” He blankly stared my way as I shifted from foot to foot. “I love the décor,” I blurted out, and I hated myself the second the words left my lips. Just walk away, Eleanor. Don’t be awkward. “Those throw pillows in your living room are to die for. Where did you get them?”

“The interior designer chose everything,” he replied dryly.

“Oh, right, of course. My interior designer is normally the clearance section at T.J. Maxx,” I joked. “Or on special occasions, Target.”

He didn’t laugh, probably because I wasn’t funny.

I wondered when was the last time he’d laughed.

Did he ever find anything funny anymore?

We kept staring at one another in the most uncomfortable silence, though I didn’t feel as if I could pull myself away from it. I probably stared at him too long, but how could I not? I’d gone fifteen-some years without looking at him. It was understandable that I wouldn’t be able to turn away quickly.

The awkwardness of it all finally came to a halt when Greyson cleared his throat.

“Eleanor?”

“Yes?”

“I came for water.”

“Oh?” I stared at him like an idiot, wide-eyed like a deer in headlights, waiting for his next words. I stood still as if he were going to expand on his interest in water. Was he offering me a drink? Were we going to sip water and catch up on things? Was I finally going to be able to ask him how he’d become the CEO of his father’s company at such a young age? What had happened to his father?

His stare narrowed, and his lips turned down in a displeased fashion. He nodded once.

“Hmm?” I asked.

He nodded more aggressively this time, gesturing past me.

I glanced behind me and realized I was standing right in front of the refrigerator, blocking the water dispenser. I stepped to the side, mentally beating myself up.

Idiot.

“Oh, right, of course. Well, I think I’m done here, so I’ll see myself out,” I stated, scrambling to grab my binder. “Have a good afternoon.”

He didn’t reply, but that wasn’t shocking. I was quickly learning that this new Greyson didn’t have nearly as much to say as the old one.

 
 

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Author Brittainy C. Cherry is an Amazon #1 bestselling author.

She has been in love with words since the day she took her first breath. She graduated from Carroll University with a Bachelors Degree in Theatre Arts and a minor in Creative Writing.

Her novels have been published in 18+ countries around the world. Brittainy lives in Brookfield, Wisconsin with her fur babies.

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BLOG TOUR ~ OVERTURE by Skye Warren

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Forbidden fruit never tasted this sweet…

The world knows Samantha Brooks as the violin prodigy. She guards her secret truth—the desire she harbors for her guardian.

Liam North got custody of her six years ago. She’s all grown up now, but he still treats her like a child. No matter how much he wants her.

No matter how bad he aches for one taste.

Her sweet overtures break down the ex-soldier’s defenses, but there’s more at stake than her body. Every touch, every kiss, every night. The closer she gets, the more exposed his darkest secret.

She’s one step away from finding out what happened the night she lost her family. One step away from leaving him forever.

OVERTURE is the first novel in a brand new series from New York Times bestselling author Skye Warren.

 

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Where on earth do I begin! I pre-ordered Overture since the synopsis not only sparked my interest, but the very thought of reading a forbidden romance revolving around a nobel instrument such as is the violin…well, I was sold. And I have to say as a frustrated musician, Warren’s research into and knowledge of the finer points of music is outstanding. So, when it hit my Kindle in the early hours of the morning; I picked it up and that was that! Everyone started to move except me! Those curious looks thrown my way went ignored. I’d begun the book and had no wish whatsoever to put it down, but was it worth supporting long faces and grumbles. No doubt about it!

The plot works up to a crescendo of incredible intensity. And if it were ever possible, between the staves and the sacrifice for pitches of perfection, secrets one could never have imagined lie. Answers to questions are masterfully convoluted evoking a sense of unrest and not just for the reader. Samantha’s wants to know more. Setting out on a quest to conquer the man she’s loved for what seemed like forever, I must say her resourcefulness to draw attention to herself worked wonders.

Young, talented and determined, Samantha has yet to take the world by storm. She’s been schooled to study, has dexterity and stamina in abundance despite lacking in a few life skills. I have no wish to divulge the reasons why she’d been overly protected by her guardian; however, I couldn’t help but fall hard for this lass whose innocent demeanour I found such a becoming trait. In contrast, I think there’s much more to be said about her sad childhood.

‘Growing up isn’t about learning something new. It’s about unlearning the fairy tales you believed as a child.’ 

For me, Liam is the perfect gentleman. Ex-military, gorgeous, commanding and quite a bit older than Samantha, he’d cease to be her ward when she reaches legal age. Liam’s is torn between love, guilt and duty. His oh-so troubled soul stirred my emotions and I thought if anyone deserved happiness, it was him. Unfortunately, what I wanted and what the author had in mind were completely different things altogether. You won’t hear me complaining though.

“I’m not fighting demons, sweetheart. I am one.” 

Regardless of the age difference or the complex situation there were in, I never felt uncomfortable with Liam and Samantha’s inner thoughts which believe you me, they are titillating and heart-wrenching all in one.

“Then how do you think of me?”
‘My greatest pride and my deepest regret.’
 

Now, whether you like cliffhangers or not in my honest opinion, Liam and Samantha’s story just has to go on because firstly, I didn’t want the book to finish and secondly, goodness me…the intrigue. Being left up in the air often gets the better of me but for once, my only desire was to get my hands on the follow-up, Concerto. Coming in the middle of May, it couldn’t come sooner. Newbie to Warren’s writing, while chatting to book buddies about this book, many of her novels have been recommended to me, so it’s highly likely I’ll be pushing them to the top of my TBR list. Beautifully written, Overture is a without a doubt, a must-one-click. Bravo!

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“I’m going to tour the country. The world. I’m leaving, Liam.”

He looks away. “Christ.”

Unease moves through me. “Did you really think I wouldn’t come back?”

“I don’t know why you would want to.”

“Because I care about you.” Liam is six feet of pure muscle and hard will. There’s no way someone like me could go up against him and win. Except that when I take a step closer, he tenses. Another step and he goes still as stone. It gives me a sense of power, enough that I take the final step. “I care about you even though you’re controlling.”

There’s only an inch between the ruffle of my blouse and the flat of his abs.

“You think I’m going to apologize for keeping you safe?” he mutters. “You think I give a damn that you’re mad at me as long as you’re in one piece? That’s the only thing that matters.”

“Because you think of me like a daughter?”

He shakes his head slowly, not breaking eye contact. “No.”

“No?” I whisper.

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EXCERPT REVEAL ~ MINE TO PROTECT by Kennedy L. Mitchell

We’re only five days away from the release of MINE TO PROTECT by Kennedy L. Mitchell. Read on for a new sneak peek of the story and don’t forget to pre-order your copy of the book!

 

 

Recruited to the FBI Cas Mathews has one focus – catch the killer. That’s until officer Alta Johnson shoves her way on to the team, making him fantasize about the delicious curves she hides beneath her park ranger uniform. Alta’s natural beauty catches his immediate attention, but the strength behind her fierce gaze is what holds him captive – demanding he learns more about her.

As the team grows close, the serial killer shifts focus putting them all in danger. Cas should walk away before their sizzling attraction distracts him and gets them both killed. But as the threat pushes Cas and Alta closer, the temptation turns too hot for either to resist.

With their focus diverted the threat zeroes in, catching everyone off guard. Figuring out the players in the killer’s cat and mouse game is key to Alta’s survival. Cas swore he would protect her but with the clues carefully hidden, can he figure it out before Alta disappears for good?

Mine to Protect is a standalone, romantic thriller novel based in the beautiful mountains of the Rocky Mountain National Park.

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“Stay away from me, Lady.”

Her eyes met mine, daring her to push back. “What? I didn’t mean—”

“I’m not the man you think I am. I’m an asshole with more control issues than they can diagnose. I’m not a nice guy.”

“But I’m safe,” she whispered in a voice so fragile, it chipped at my resolve to stay away for her sake.

Fuck, that weak voice cracked every restraint I had. All she wanted to be was safe, and that was the one thing I could offer. “No one—I repeat, no one will touch you while I’m here. That is a fact you shouldn’t question.”

Her tight shoulders dropped, her lips parted in a relieved sigh. There was trust there, trust I hadn’t earned yet, but still she gave it—to me, a nobody.

Fuck it.

Narrowing my eyes, I crouched directly in front of her, inching closer until her back pressed against the brick hearth. Inches from her nose, I inhaled each of her shaky breaths, savoring the heated fear that pulsed off her as her eyes darkened with lust. She needed to be scared of me, to run in the opposite direction.

Still I dared another inch closer, hoping she’d push me off, praying she wouldn’t.

I slid a hand around the hot skin of her delicate neck.

“I don’t know how to be gentle, Lady,” I growled.

Her breath hitched at the minuscule squeeze of my fingers around her throat.

“What if I don’t want gentle?” she breathed.

“What do you want?”

Light brown brows pulled together in thought, but her hazel eyes stayed locked with mine. “You.”

 

 

 

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“Stay away from me, Lady.”

Her eyes met mine, daring her to push back. “What? I didn’t mean—”

“I’m not the man you think I am. I’m an asshole with more control issues than they can diagnose. I’m not a nice guy.”

“But I’m safe,” she whispered in a voice so fragile, it chipped at my resolve to stay away for her sake.

Fuck, that weak voice cracked every restraint I had. All she wanted to be was safe, and that was the one thing I could offer. “No one—I repeat, no one will touch you while I’m here. That is a fact you shouldn’t question.”

Her tight shoulders dropped, her lips parted in a relieved sigh. There was trust there, trust I hadn’t earned yet, but still she gave it—to me, a nobody.

Fuck it.

Narrowing my eyes, I crouched directly in front of her, inching closer until her back pressed against the brick hearth. Inches from her nose, I inhaled each of her shaky breaths, savoring the heated fear that pulsed off her as her eyes darkened with lust. She needed to be scared of me, to run in the opposite direction.

Still I dared another inch closer, hoping she’d push me off, praying she wouldn’t.

I slid a hand around the hot skin of her delicate neck.

“I don’t know how to be gentle, Lady,” I growled.

Her breath hitched at the minuscule squeeze of my fingers around her throat.

“What if I don’t want gentle?” she breathed.

“What do you want?”

Light brown brows pulled together in thought, but her hazel eyes stayed locked with mine. “You.”

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Kennedy lives in Dallas with her husband, son, and 80lb Goldendoodle who still believes he’s a lap dog. A bookworm at heart, Kennedy loves to snuggle up in bed or by the campfire with an unputdownable book. She began writing two years ago with Falling for the Chance and has no plans of stopping. Her novels are witty, action-packed, and offer enough steam for a great facial. If you like strong heroines and sexy, tattooed men who can’t keep their hands off them, then this author is the one for you.

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CHAPTER REVEAL ~ GLASS CASTLE PRINCE by Nicole Williams


Today we are thrilled to be sharing CHAPTER ONE of Nicole Williams’ all-new contemporary romance, GLASS CASTLE PRINCE

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A glass castle shatters as easily as a glass house—all it takes is one stone.

Prince Edward has known this all of his life, and taken staunch measures to ensure he doesn’t give the public any reason to pick up their rocks. Or torches. Or pitchforks. As a twenty-two-year-old in line to ascend the throne, he lives more like a cloistered monk than his college-aged peers. Restraint is the tone of his life, resilience the theme.

That is, until he meets a young woman who couldn’t care less about his title—unless she’s poking fun at it. Charlotte Everly grew up a stone’s throw away from the royal family’s summer house, but her life was, and is, entirely different from the prince’s.

They clash at each turn, disagree on every topic, and bear a general contempt for one another. Until . . .

One night, accompanied by one proposal, leads to one lapse in judgment . . .

Results in a nationwide scandal neither of them will escape.


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I grew up next door to the royal family’s summer house on the banks of Lake Genovese.
Not because my family was rich and could afford one of the sprawling estates near Valmont Manor, or due to some trace of royal blood in our heritage.
​I grew up next door to Valmont because my father was the groundskeeper, our humble quarters tucked into the trees on the south end of the grounds. I grew up surrounded by privilege and wealth, but my parents had cocooned me—as overprotective types with only one child did. I never interacted with the royal family or any of the distant relations who flocked to Valmont in the summer months for the legendary parties Her Royal Highness put on. My dad left his groundskeeper position the fall I turned ten in favor of a job in the north as a park manager.
It had been a decade since I left Valmont as the groundskeeper’s daughter, but little, if anything, had changed. Royal families were like that; change came gradually, if at all, to everything from their estates to their hemlines.
​“Do you understand your position here?” The prune-faced woman, in her matronly tweed suit, came to an abrupt stop in the grand foyer, interrupting my nostalgia.
​I slipped on the same competent expression I’d worn the day I’d been interviewed for the job. “I understand.”
​“You’re quite young. The last off-season house manager was twice your age.” The woman, Mrs. Hutchinson, appraised me, the corners of her mouth turning down.
​“What I lack in age, I make up for in work ethic and energy,” I said, checking my shoes to see if I’d somehow managed to step in horse dung when I passed through the Queen Angeline Ballroom, as Mrs. Hutchison’s brow suggested. “And I spent the first ten years of my life on Valmont’s grounds. I know my way around the place.”
​“Your father was the groundskeeper, which means he wouldn’t have stepped foot in the castle.”
​“Correct.” I made sure to smile as I said it, not wanting to anger the person who was technically my boss. Thank the gods she’d be joining the royal family back at their primary estate, Stratford Castle, as soon as she left here.
​“There’s a great deal of difference between keeping the lawn green and shrubs shaped and winterizing sixty-two rooms while keeping an eye out for any signs of snow or ice damage.”
​I held my smile and reminded myself she probably didn’t mean to talk down to me. “I’m a quick learner.”
​Mrs. Hutchinson’s eyes suggested We’ll see before she walked toward one of the side doors. “Prince Edward and you are the same age, right? Did your paths ever cross when you were growing up here?”
​My nose scrunched up, since her back was to me. “He’s two years older, and no, our paths never crossed.”
Thankfully. Prince Edward was a pompous, lazy playboy whose smirk embodied everything that was wrong with society—entitlement and smugness.
​“That’s too bad. He’s such a lovely fellow.”
​“The loveliest,” I said flatly.
​When we stopped at the door, she checked to make sure the giant black binder was still clutched in my arms. She’d assured me it would answer any question I might have about my responsibilities here, as well as detail every duty, from covering the furniture with sheets to setting the thermostats.
​“Why did you decide to take the year off from Whitbridge?” she asked, slipping into her beige trench coat after checking the glum weather out the window. “It’s the most prestigious university in the country. Was the course work too rigorous?”
​My hands slid into the front pockets of my overalls. “No. I scored top marks both my first and second year.” I wasn’t sure how much I should say. “I just needed a year to decide what I want to do with my life before I commit to another two, or ten, years of college.”
​Mrs. Hutchinson chuckled, slipping on her leather gloves. “Doctors go to school for ten years, dear.”
​“Not groundskeepers’ daughters?” I said, verbalizing her probable thoughts.
​She waved me off as though I were making a bigger deal than necessary. “You know what I mean.”
​“I do,” I stated, because I did understand the way people viewed one another based on social standing and pedigree. My parents had never come right out and admitted it, but I knew my dad giving up his job as a royal groundskeeper had a lot to do with not wanting to raise me around such stunted, old-fashioned views.
​“Well, I’ll leave you to it now.” Mrs. Hutchison gave me another look, one that suggested she wasn’t sure if Valmont would be reduced to ashes when she returned with the royal family at the start of summer.
Not that she had a lot of alternatives. There were never a lot of people to apply for a position like taking care of a massive estate in the off-season in one of the most isolated places in the country. A person could go weeks here in the dead of winter without seeing another living soul, animal included.
​But I’d had my reasons for applying.
​“If anything comes up, I can be reached on my cell day and night.” Mrs. Hutchinson stepped through the door, frowning at the gray, mottled sky.
​“I’m sure everything will be exactly as you left it come June.”
​She waited under the awning for the driver equipped with an umbrella to fend off the drizzle. “I’m hopeful it will be,” she said before she climbed into the back seat of the black Aston Martin.
​There was a vehicle reserved for me to use while I was here, but it was not an Aston Martin. It was more like an old rumble-bucket truck that a person would sell turnips out of the back of.
​Standing in the doorway of Valmont, I waved at the retreating car, saying farewell to any signs of life for at least a few good weeks. Time I could use to deconstruct the funk littering my brain and hopefully find my reset button. The one that would put me back to my original factory settings, the place before life, with all of its complexities and expectations, had shoved me off my intended course.
​The magic place where I was me and knew exactly what I wanted to do with my life.
​With an excited squeal, I spun inside, locking the door to keep out the rest of the world. Alone at last.
The first thing I did was kick off my sneakers and throw my long hair into a ponytail. Then I slid through room after room, flipping on lights as I went, living out my childhood fantasy of dancing through every room I’d only seen from the outside looking in.
​It wasn’t a brief task.
​I managed to frolic my way through half of the rooms on the main floor before I gave myself a side-ache and declared my childhood fantasies fulfilled.
​Catching my breath at the bottom of the grand staircase, I decided it was time to get to work. The majority of the rooms would be sealed up during my stay, the third floor of the west wing remaining open for my use. The black book of all things Valmont instructed I was to start in the ballroom, but the inherent rebel inside me decided to start in the dining room.
​I preferred to get the biggest chores done first, saving the easiest ones for last. The dining room could take a solid week of work, judging by the list in the binder.
​Setting my portable speaker on one of the windowsills, I selected my favorite playlist, rolled up my sleeves, and got to work.
​The playlist was on its third replay and my elbows felt like the size of grapefruits when the clock chimed twelve times. Blowing wisps of hair from my face, I assessed my progress. The silver candlestick holders had been polished and tucked away into one of the mahogany buffets. The massive table had been shined to glass, as had the actual windows, which were now drawn by curtains.
​I took a few minutes to throw fresh white sheets over the furniture before deciding a cup of something warm was in order before bed—cocoa, coffee, milk, tea, I wasn’t picky.
​The staff kitchen was tucked into the back of the house, where a small gravel lot was used for staff members’ cars during the summer. The kitchen was dark and still smelled of bleach and lemon cleaner. I was about to flip on the lights when an unexpected sound came from the direction of the side door coming off the staff entrance.
​Holding my breath, I waited, hoping it was the wind making funny noises, rather than a home invader. There was no shortage of royal nutters out there, plus those looking to make some extra cash by selling a heisted painting on the black market.
​The doorknob jiggled. A definite, deliberate jiggle. So much for the wind theory.
​Crouching, I grabbed the closest item that seemed self-defense worthy, cursing myself for leaving my phone in the dining room playing Joan Jett yet again.
The stainless steel skillet was heavier than I expected, and it took both of my hands to wield. After stumbling across the house, I positioned myself to the side of the front door, in the ideal spot to either knock out the intruder or make a run for it myself.
​The doorknob rattled again, right before the door whined open. Adrenaline flooding my system, I raised the skillet above my head and waited . . .
​For half of a second.
​“Die!” The word shot out of me on its own as I drove the skillet down on the black-hooded head that had skulked inside.
​The person dropped instantly, limbs sprawling across the white-tiled floor.
​“I got him,” I whispered, still clutching my weapon of choice.
​Several figures came rushing through the doorway, followed by another handful more.
​“Freeze!” I hollered, winding the pan back for another swing.
“What the hell?” One of them gasped when they noticed the motionless form on the floor. “Who are you?”
“Who are you?” I replied, my fingers fumbling for the light switch that was somewhere beside me.
A rumble of what could have been sighs or laughter passed between the three as I finally found the switch. Light flooded the kitchen, illuminating the scene . . . and my mistake.
“I’m the Duke of Westington,” the one closest to me answered, as the other two crouched beside the one I’d cracked with the skillet. “And that, splayed out on the floor thanks to your skill with kitchenware, is Prince Edward.”
 

Meet Nicole

Nicole Williams is the New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author of contemporary and young adult romance, including the Crash and Lost & Found series. Her books have been published by HarperTeen and Simon & Schuster in both domestic and foreign markets, while she continues to self-publish additional titles. She is working on a new YA series with Crown Books (a division of Random House) as well. She loves romance, from the sweet to the steamy, and writes stories about characters in search of their happily even after. She grew up surrounded by books and plans on writing until the day she dies, even if it’s just for her own personal enjoyment. She still buys paperbacks because she’s all nostalgic like that, but her kindle never goes neglected for too long. When not writing, she spends her time with her husband and daughter, and whatever time’s left over she’s forced to fit too many hobbies into too little time.

Nicole is represented by Jane Dystel, of Dystel and Goderich Literary Agency.

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BLOG TOUR ~ DANGEROUS BEAUTY by J.T. Geissinger is now available!

A strapping bodyguard and a mysterious beauty on the run cross paths and tempt danger in Cozumel…

Dangerous Beauty, an all-new sexy and suspenseful romance from J.T. Geissinger is available now!

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For Nasir, former Special Ops military man and bodyguard, his new job seems like an easy-money gig: trail a Russian mobster’s runaway wife in Mexico, enjoy the sun, observe, and report. Just one rule: don’t get too close. But it’s all Naz can do not to watch the alluring dancer’s every move. A closer look is irresistible—especially when she’s in trouble.

Evalina escaped to the island getaway to live an untraceable life—as far away from the past as she can get. But Eva can’t ignore the dark, muscled stud who rescues her from a drug gang. He says he’s an ex-cop on vacation. When providence throws them together time and again, Eva thinks it’s all a beautiful coincidence. Now she’s giving in to a strange new sensation: trust.

But Naz has a mission to accomplish and a secret to keep. Eva has her share of secrets, too. And as the heat flares between them, Naz knows that trust could become the most dangerous impulse of all.

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For starters, I hadn’t paid too much attention to the synopsis, so it was of no surprise that before the ending, I’d put two and two together and come up with the right answer. Dangerous Beauty isn’t a stand-alone but believe you me, I have no regrets reading this book with its dramatic cliffhanger. It’s also been a long while since I’ve had such a strong urge to stamp on my Kindle! Okay, so maybe that’s taking it a tad too far but after connecting with the author’s protagonists, all I wished for was closure, breathing space…a happy ever after! Obviously not to be, never mind…I can wait for the next installment. Ages since I’ve read a book by this author, to say her latest offering captivated me would be putting it mildly. However, in the beginning, I had trouble getting a solid grasp of her plot as I found it a tad aimless. Could I have kicked my impatient self? Yes! It’s well-thought-out and more important, flows at an agreeable pace. The speed really picks up around halfway and from then on in, it’s a nonstop helter-skelter of emotions.

“You don’t have to get defensive, Naz. I wasn’t going to ask you to spill any juicy stories…” 

Evelina is quite aware of her beauty without any pretentiousness. How it could bring one man down to his knees is another issue altogether. If she could crawl under a stone, her paranoid would be nonexistent but this is not the case. I liked this lass a hell of a lot. When her story unravels, ooh my… talk about putting my hands together and begging for a much-needed break in her heart-pounding nightmare for freedom isn’t in it. How she’d even continued to be a mere speck on earth was a blinkin’ miracle. What she’d been through literally made me gasp for air. Here is one very determined lady. She took a way out. She did everything in her power to make it work. Sensitive to the core, would her sixth sense be enough to survive?

“I won’t let my fear make the decisions.” 

Naz. Blinking heck gals; get ahold of your panties ’cause he’s going to make wish he was yours! There’s little leeway for anything to wrong on a mission which should have been easy-peasy. Report back to whomever. Basically, everything’s under control until a fleeting circumstance. Honest to the core, guarding a secret could backfire on him in more ways than one. Why you might ask is this gorgeous hunk of a man who’s ripped like Adonis and has tats that’d make any woman swoon over in such a conundrum? Maybe he’s found his match and can’t walk the fine line of indifference. Both him and Evalina have a past. He’s willing to tell. Will this be enough for her to trust him? Many questions arise. Some are answered, others are left in the air.

‘Survival is simply the art of suffering gracefully when we’re up against forces out of our control.’ 

Evalina and Naz’s chemistry is like dynamite ready to explode from the word go. And what I really lapped up was the back-and-forth ribbing verging on the sublime. Their wordplay so light-heartedly dished out, came far too close to home at times. Was it possible that one wrong step would bring down even the best-laid plans? The twist and a half I certainly never saw coming. Perhaps I should have known better since one individual the reader isn’t supposed to like was always in the background and the cause of so much insecurity. Before, this person’s stance truly got me stumped and then it falls into place and I hated him with such a passion that I had to put the book down.

“Why is your heart hammering, Naz”
“Because you’re my crack and I’m an addict.”
 

It’s a very character-driven story. The secondary players are fan-bloody-tastic…except one, of course. And I wasn’t the only one to connect with Tabby and her hubs. Laugh-out-loud moments in a situation of utmost seriousness makes for good reading and I sincerely hope the author will throw light on their backstory in the follow-up. And so you have it, ladies! A really nail-biting read not to be missed but with no conclusion. Please take note that I haven’t awarded 5 stars simply because I thought Dangerous Beauty was a stand-alone. Nevertheless—I can’t wait to see how Naz and Evaline get out of this one. Bravo Geissinger!

By the way. Had to smile because Mount Gay rum with tonic water, lots of ice and a slice of lime is my poison!

“Good? No, it’s not good. It’s the best rum in the world.”

Excerpt

© 2019 J.T Geissinger
All rights reserved. 

 
I turn to look at her. She’s framed in the doorway with the light bright behind her and her face in shadow, her hair a golden corona around her head. A band of tightness settles around my chest. I take a step toward her. She takes a step back. I don’t know what she sees on my face, but her eyes are huge and her pulse is throbbing in the side of her neck.

When I take another step and she retreats again, I stop. “Are you afraid of me?”

She laughs shakily. “No.”

“Then why are you backing up?”

“I was hoping I’d be at the wall by now. I need it to hold me up. I’m so excited I think I might faint.”

The band around my chest grows tighter.

“Stay where you are,” I say, holding her gaze. The eye contact feels like a touch, like an electrical current running on a loop between us. It’s probably close to ninety degrees, but the skin on my arms raises in gooseflesh. As I take another step toward her, she flexes her hands open and draws a breath.

She says with quiet wonder, “I can feel my heartbeat in my fingertips.”

“I know. Me too.”

I advance another step. She’s an arm’s length away. I see it when she begins to tremble.

“This must be what a stroke feels like,” she whispers as I reach out and touch her face.

“Probably not this good.” I slide my hand into her hair, and she bites her lip.

When I move closer, she raises her hands and flattens them on my chest. I know she can feel how hard my heart is pounding. Her breathing is as erratic as mine.

“Oh God,” she says faintly. “I really hope this kiss you’re about to give me is as amazing as the pre-kiss. I think my panties just went up in flames.”

“Not a good idea to talk to me about your panties right now, sweetheart,” I murmur, brushing my lips over her jaw. “I’m barely in control as it is.”

I nuzzle my nose into the soft, sweet spot under her earlobe and drag in a breath scented of her skin. She shudders. I cradle her head in my hands as her fingers dig into my chest. I open my mouth over the pulse in her throat and she moans, low and soft, arching into me.

That little moan sets my entire body on fire.

With one hand cupped around the back of her head and the other around her jaw, I tilt her head back and fit my mouth to hers.

Her lips part. Our tongues touching is an electrical shock. She makes a soft, feminine noise in the back of her throat that makes me feel savage, like an animal.

We stand in the gloom and kiss, deep and slow, until the urge to push her against the wall, lift her skirt, and thrust deep inside her is a hot, heady pulse in my veins. She slides her arms up around my shoulders so her breasts press against my chest. I feel her nipples, two hard points in a lush expanse of skin, and groan into her mouth.

My dick is so hard it’s throbbing.

“I want you to kiss me everywhere,” she whispers, breaking away from my mouth but staying in my arms. She’s panting. Her eyes look glazed. “I want you to take off my clothes and kiss me everywhere like that. Promise me you will.”

I huff out a breath that’s part laugh and part groan. “So it measured up to the pre-kiss, huh?”

 

 
 
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About J.T. Geissinger:

J.T. Geissinger is a bestselling author of emotionally charged romance and women’s fiction. Ranging from funny, feisty rom coms to intense, edgy suspense, her books have sold more than one million copies and been translated into several languages.

She is the recipient of the Prism Award for Best First Book, the Golden Quill Award for Best Paranormal/Urban Fantasy, and is a two-time finalist for the RITA® Award from the Romance Writers of America®. She has also been a finalist in the Booksellers’ Best, National Readers’ Choice, and Daphne du Maurier Awards.

Her first novel was published in 2012. Since then she’s written eighteen more novels. When she’s not writing, she’s reading, drinking wine, surfing the internet, and daydreaming about all the things she’s going to be when she grows up. She lives near the beach in Los Angeles with her husband and deaf/demented rescue kitty, Ginger.

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DANGEROUS BEAUTY by J.T. Geissinger is LIVE!

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A strapping bodyguard and a mysterious beauty on the run cross paths and tempt danger in Cozumel…

Dangerous Beauty, an all-new sexy and suspenseful romance from J.T. Geissinger is available now!

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For Nasir, former Special Ops military man and bodyguard, his new job seems like an easy-money gig: trail a Russian mobster’s runaway wife in Mexico, enjoy the sun, observe, and report. Just one rule: don’t get too close. But it’s all Naz can do not to watch the alluring dancer’s every move. A closer look is irresistible—especially when she’s in trouble.

Evalina escaped to the island getaway to live an untraceable life—as far away from the past as she can get. But Eva can’t ignore the dark, muscled stud who rescues her from a drug gang. He says he’s an ex-cop on vacation. When providence throws them together time and again, Eva thinks it’s all a beautiful coincidence. Now she’s giving in to a strange new sensation: trust.

But Naz has a mission to accomplish and a secret to keep. Eva has her share of secrets, too. And as the heat flares between them, Naz knows that trust could become the most dangerous impulse of all.

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Reviewed by Sharon Thérèse at KFF

For starters, I hadn’t paid too much attention to the synopsis, so it was of no surprise that before the ending, I’d put two and two together and come up with the right answer. Dangerous Beauty isn’t a stand-alone but believe you me, I have no regrets reading this book with its dramatic cliffhanger. It’s also been a long while since I’ve had such a strong urge to stamp on my Kindle! Okay, so maybe that’s taking it a tad too far but after connecting with the author’s protagonists, all I wished for was closure, breathing space…a happy ever after! Obviously not to be, never mind…I can wait for the next installment. Ages since I’ve read a book by this author, to say her latest offering captivated me would be putting it mildly. However, in the beginning, I had trouble getting a solid grasp of her plot as I found it a tad aimless. Could I have kicked my impatient self? Yes! It’s well-thought-out and more important, flows at an agreeable pace. The speed really picks up around halfway and from then on in, it’s a nonstop helter-skelter of emotions.

“You don’t have to get defensive, Naz. I wasn’t going to ask you to spill any juicy stories…” 

Evelina is quite aware of her beauty without any pretentiousness. How it could bring one man down to his knees is another issue altogether. If she could crawl under a stone, her paranoid would be nonexistent but this is not the case. I liked this lass a hell of a lot. When her story unravels, ooh my… talk about putting my hands together and begging for a much-needed break in her heart-pounding nightmare for freedom isn’t in it. How she’d even continued to be a mere speck on earth was a blinkin’ miracle. What she’d been through literally made me gasp for air. Here is one very determined lady. She took a way out. She did everything in her power to make it work. Sensitive to the core, would her sixth sense be enough to survive?

“I won’t let my fear make the decisions.” 

Naz. Blinking heck gals; get ahold of your panties ’cause he’s going to make wish he was yours! There’s little leeway for anything to wrong on a mission which should have been easy-peasy. Report back to whomever. Basically, everything’s under control until a fleeting circumstance. Honest to the core, guarding a secret could backfire on him in more ways than one. Why you might ask is this gorgeous hunk of a man who’s ripped like Adonis and has tats that’d make any woman swoon over in such a conundrum? Maybe he’s found his match and can’t walk the fine line of indifference. Both him and Evalina have a past. He’s willing to tell. Will this be enough for her to trust him? Many questions arise. Some are answered, others are left in the air.

‘Survival is simply the art of suffering gracefully when we’re up against forces out of our control.’ 

Evalina and Naz’s chemistry is like dynamite ready to explode from the word go. And what I really lapped up was the back-and-forth ribbing verging on the sublime. Their wordplay so light-heartedly dished out, came far too close to home at times. Was it possible that one wrong step would bring down even the best-laid plans? The twist and a half I certainly never saw coming. Perhaps I should have known better since one individual the reader isn’t supposed to like was always in the background and the cause of so much insecurity. Before, this person’s stance truly got me stumped and then it falls into place and I hated him with such a passion that I had to put the book down.

“Why is your heart hammering, Naz”
“Because you’re my crack and I’m an addict.”
 

It’s a very character-driven story. The secondary players are fan-bloody-tastic…except one, of course. And I wasn’t the only one to connect with Tabby and her hubs. Laugh-out-loud moments in a situation of utmost seriousness makes for good reading and I sincerely hope the author will throw light on their backstory in the follow-up. And so you have it, ladies! A really nail-biting read not to be missed but with no conclusion. Please take note that I haven’t awarded 5 stars simply because I thought Dangerous Beauty was a stand-alone. Nevertheless—I can’t wait to see how Naz and Evaline get out of this one. Bravo Geissinger!

By the way. Had to smile because Mount Gay rum with tonic water, lots of ice and a slice of lime is my poison!

“Good? No, it’s not good. It’s the best rum in the world.”

 

Joyce42.jpg

About J.T. Geissinger:

J.T. Geissinger is a bestselling author of emotionally charged romance and women’s fiction. Ranging from funny, feisty rom coms to intense, edgy suspense, her books have sold more than one million copies and been translated into several languages.

She is the recipient of the Prism Award for Best First Book, the Golden Quill Award for Best Paranormal/Urban Fantasy, and is a two-time finalist for the RITA® Award from the Romance Writers of America®. She has also been a finalist in the Booksellers’ Best, National Readers’ Choice, and Daphne du Maurier Awards.

Her first novel was published in 2012. Since then she’s written eighteen more novels. When she’s not writing, she’s reading, drinking wine, surfing the internet, and daydreaming about all the things she’s going to be when she grows up. She lives near the beach in Los Angeles with her husband and deaf/demented rescue kitty, Ginger.

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BLOG TOUR ~ BITTER RIVAL by J. Sterling is now available!

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James Russo is enemy #1.

Hating him is in my blood.

Today we are delighted to be on tour with Bitter Rival, an all-new forbidden romance from New York Times bestselling author J. Sterling

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BitterRival_FrontCover_LoResOur families have been at war for generations; a bitter rivalry with no end in sight. All I’ve ever wanted to do was make wine, but one night with James will cost me everything.

I shouldn’t be attracted to him… but I am.

I definitely shouldn’t want to sleep with him… but I do.

Is following my heart worth the risk of losing my vineyard and my legacy?

Because in my family, there could be no greater betrayal than sleeping with the enemy.

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Burying the hatchet wasn’t an option in my family. Even if I wanted to, which I didn’t, it wasn’t allowed. My dad would disown me completely and make me change my last name before he ever forgave a Russo.

Glancing across the competition space, I spotted James, his dark hair framing his two-week-old stubble as he smiled at a group of women, who, instead of working their own wine booths, looked all too willing to leave and take him to bed if he asked. Not that I cared what James did in his bed or with whom, but damn that facial hair. It would be the death of me. I’d spent one too many nights dreaming of the way it would feel as he dived between my thighs or as he kissed me, brushing across my cheek. That man sure knew how to keep his beard in check—always perfectly trimmed, fading just right toward the top where it met his hairline. It annoyed me as much as it turned me on, which was saying a lot since James was the most annoying human in existence.

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Reviewed by Sharon Thérèse at KFF

I’m so glad I’ve popped my J. Sterling cherry! And to top the lot, the topic she’d chosen was really easy to relate to as I do appreciate a good glass or three of vino! I live in wine country and have visited many bodegas, so her descriptive narrative not only helped me connect to her protagonists, but also gave me the feeling of being in their backyard…oops, vineyard.

This low-on-angst-light-hearted love story is addictive reading and before I even knew it, I’d finished the book. The story behind a family feud really intrigued me, but it’s wearing one member’s patience thin in particular. So, why has it been going on for such a long time you may ask. And for different reasons, why is it affecting the younger generation of viticulturists to the point that they can’t be seen together? Firstly, as it’s not made clear what happened until nearly the ending, my imagination ran away with me and what I thought was the cause for such animosity was way off the mark. Secondly, James and Julia’s fathers’ refusal to speak about it doesn’t help matters and a no fraternizing with the neighbors’ rule aggravates the whole situation even more.

Enemies, James and Julia definitely are, but hate is a word too strong to describe their self-same feelings. Problem is you’ve got to be able to see which way the wind blows in more ways than one before you can get your bearings, and that’s exactly what was done. Well, there’s no denying the attraction was there, but past events in their childhood made one of them apprehensive.

James is a lovely guy with a great sense of humour. Hard-working and like Julia, dedicated to the family business, a selfless act on his part makes her realize she could have been fighting a losing battle. A real tease, he also takes great pleasure in rubbing her up the wrong way. She always seemed to me to be on the defensive which only adds fuel to the fire.

More detail about how their wines reached perfection would have been nice but all in all, it’s a well-written story with plenty of laugh-out-loud moments. Steaminess abounds ladies, so get your fans ready, too! Want an easy-to-read standalone with great character development, then Bitter Rival is for you. Bravo Sterling!

Meet J. Sterling

My goal is to write books that you can get lost in and stories that will leave you with a smile and a full heart. If you can forget about the real world while you’re reading and fall in love with my characters, then I’ve done my job. A lot of what I write has real-life aspects in it, but that’s what makes the stories so relatable- the fact that they could happen to anyone… and have!

I live in California with my son, Blake. If you can’t find me sitting behind a computer screen, then there’s a good chance I’m sitting in the bleachers of a baseball stadium watching him play. I love traveling to new places, meeting my readers and spending time with the love of my life, my very own second chance romance, who inspires me daily.

I know you have a million books to choose from and I am humbled, grateful and thankful each time you choose to read one of mine, or tell someone else to read them. Thank you.

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