BLOG TOUR ~ GETTING OFF EASY by Erin Nicholas

Today we are thrilled to be on tour with Getting Off Easy, an all-new
opposites attract single parent standalone romance from
New York Times bestselling author Erin Nicholas

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New Orleans firefighter, James Reynaud’s true love is hanging out in the jazz clubs on Frenchmen Street and playing piano with some of the best musicians in the city. But driving his cute, bookworm neighbor Harper Broussard crazy is right up there on his list of favorite things.

The buttoned-up linguistics professor across the hall is a little older, a lot smarter, and way too good for him. And she knows it. But wow is she beautiful when she blushes.

She’s equally gorgeous when she’s saving his butt. Because now things just got serious. A baby has been, literally, dropped off on his doorstep and to say he’s in over his head is an understatement. Not that Harper knows anything about babies either. But at least they now have something in common.

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Reviewed by Anna on behalf of KFF

This contemporary romance featuring a slightly older woman and a younger man is book four of the Boys of the Big Easy and can be read as a standalone.

The author wonderfully created James Reynard as the perfect book boyfriend. He is a fire-fighter, a talented musician and not to mention the dependable guy whom everybody goes to when they need someone to help them out. You can’t help but swoon for this man.

Harper Broussard, an accomplished linguistics professor likes everything in order; she has a plan A, B and C in every situation. She has never been in love and is quite happy reading her romance books. Although she is very much aware of her hottie neighbour, she brushes off his obvious attempts at flirting until someone left a baby outside his door. Now she found herself roped in into helping him solve his dilemma.

The first half of the book was quite slow and I had to push myself into reading it further along. Thank goodness there was more exciting banter after 50%. But I give the author extra points in character development. The narrative style switches back from six months ago to the present every chapter which was clearly defined and not at all confusing.

As Harper overthought a lot of things, I sometimes felt like skimming through the paragraphs simply because I was dying to know what would happen next. It is quite ironic that for a woman who loves romance novels, her reaction was not quite heartfelt when she decided that James was the one for her. Maybe it is because she tries too hard in analysing her decisions and feelings that she comes off as too clinical.

It does get more interesting when they go on a mission to look for the baby’s mother, but I had some issues with the way they finally hooked up. The chemistry between these two can’t be denied but I longed for a more sweeping romance which I felt James deserved. The events that followed are quite hectic and makes up for the slow start but it was definitely worth the slog. I loved the epilogue and it all ends up in happy tears which that’ll make you quite emotional. A light-hearted story perfect for a lazy weekend read.


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Harper reached out to lift the baby off of James, but just as her hand touched his back, James stirred. 

She froze. 

“Professor?” 

His voice was husky from sleep, low and gravelly, and Harper’s belly flipped, heat sliding from her stomach lower, between her legs. They were in his bedroom. One of them was in bed. And that voice. And the nickname. She could hardly be blamed for her reaction. 

“Hey,” she said softly.

“You okay?”

It was the middle of the night, and he was the one asleep with the thing that had just turned his life upside down, but he was asking about her? She never came to him with needs. He came to her. She nodded. “I thought I’d take him so you could get more comfortable.”

He looked down at the baby, and seemingly instinctively, his hand slid from the baby’s butt to his back. James’s hand was huge on the tiny baby, and Harper swallowed hard at the sweet picture. “He’s okay.”

“You sure? I don’t mind.”

He looked up at her. He was clearly still sleepy, maybe not fully awake. “You wanna help?” he asked. 

She nodded. “Yeah.” She felt terrible for leaving earlier. It had gone against every instinct except the one that screamed at her to protect her heart no matter the cost. But she was afraid she was far past the point of that being possible. 

“Then come here.”

Harper wet her lips. “Come… there?”

“Yeah.” He reached for her with his free hand and caught her around the wrist, tugging her forward. 

She could have easily pulled back, broken free, resisted. But she let him urge her onto the mattress.

Harper knelt with a knee next to his hip. “How does this help?”

“Gets you up against me,” he said, his voice still sleep roughened.

Her heart skittered. “That’s helpful?”

“Can’t imagine how it will hurt.” He gave her a sleepy, but still devastatingly sexy smile. “This way you’re here if he does need something.”

Well, he had a point. 

Harper stretched out on the mattress beside James. He put his arm up above his head again, not holding her, but definitely exposing plenty of surface area for her to be up against

Oh, what the hell. She wouldn’t sleep well at her place now, wondering what was going on over here. This way she was very much here for whatever went on. And she’d wanted to be up against him for a few months now. Lord only knew what the next few days were going to bring with the baby and everything. She might as well enjoy this moment while she had it. 

She scooted closer. His body was hot and hard. She swallowed with some difficulty. 

Then the baby made a little grunting sound and curled and stretched against James.

This was so not how she’d ever pictured being in bed with James Reynaud. That was for sure. 
 

 


About Erin Nicholas

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New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Erin Nicholas has been writing romances almost as long as she’s been reading them. To date, she’s written over thirty sexy, contemporary novels that have been described as “toe-curling,” “enchanting,” “steamy,” and “fun.” She adores reluctant heroes, imperfect heroines, and happily ever afters.

Erin lives in the Midwest, where she enjoys spending time with her husband (who only wants to read the sex scenes in her books), her kids (who will never read the sex scenes in her books), and her family and friends (who claim to be “shocked” by the sex scenes in her books).

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BLOG TOUR ~ BETWEEN NOW AND ALWAYS by Dylan Allen

Today we are on tour with BETWEEN NOW AND ALWAYS, the “inspiring and riveting” conclusion to the epic Forever Trilogy from Dylan Allen

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How do you move on

when the only thing you want,

is the one thing you can’t have?

They set their sights on forever

And lost everything.

Beth and Carter are trying to move after heartbreak brought them both to their knees.

When Beth makes a life-altering decision, she finds herself in a world where everyone is a stranger.

Except the man she’s forced to love from afar.

Carter’s star has exploded. The career he’s always wanted is finally his.

He’s determined to put loving Beth behind him.

But his heart won’t let her go..

They try to learn to live with their choices.

But nothing is at it seems.

Can these two overcome the obstacles in their way to find their way back to each other?

This is the stunning, breathtaking conclusion of The Forever Trilogy.

You must read book 1, Between Now and Forever, first!

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We finally get the last instalment of Beth and Carter’s epic love story and I was not disappointed, in fact, it went beyond my expectations! And I am definitely sure you will be blown away with the ending. Book two finished with Beth agreeing to marry Duke. And this book starts on the day of Beth’s wedding. The events that followed after changed the course of her life; one can only hope it’s for the better.

Carter all throughout the first quarter of the book wallowed in his pain trying to forget Beth but it drove him deeper into depression. Well, it doesn’t really help when he skulks at the back of the church waiting to see the woman he loves get married to someone else. Although he eventually finds his way back into her arms there are still problems that need to be dealt with.

Written in dual points of view, this book is more about Beth’s emotional maturity. It highlights her character growing a spine and a pair of balls that she ultimately becomes the woman she always wanted to be: free and independent! And what a stunning transformation it is seeing her drive and her passion develops into something that inspires people. Her work reflects her beautiful soul. I love it when the heroine grows into a formidable character without the help of a man; she does it her own way.

“Failure isn’t a terminal condition. If you want something badly enough, you’ll keep going until you have it or until you learn it’s not for you. But if you’re not willing to risk the climb, you can’t complain when you never reach the summit.”

The stumbling block between Carter and Beth’s happy ending gave me heart palpitations and I wondered how the author will address the issue because it was borderline taboo. But fear not, Ms. Allen found a loophole and I was chuffed to bits with how she circumvented the elephant in the room, yay!

The pacing of the story, especially in the last half, is full of suspense that will leave you breathless. So many secrets were uncovered it’s like an archaeologist’s dream and the hodgepodge of antagonists that caused all their problems is dealt with. Beth and Carter’s story is full of heartbreak and hope, of treachery and vengeance, of justice and forgiveness. They have come full circle and it is a strong and binding one.

“The strongest armor any of us have is the love we give ourselves. Nothing can defeat you once you have that in place.”

I am sad that this is the final instalment of the trilogy but also delighted that I get to share their remarkable journey into happy ever after. I highly recommend this book!


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I watched her with my entire heart in my throat. I have never been so proud of anyone, ever, in my whole life. 

The whole room just witnessed the sweeping tower of her beauty and courage. Then, they saw the way her expression changed from pride to exultant relief….like a dead man stumbling on a cure when her eyes landed on me.  

Not everyone gets the kind of love I saw in her eyes.  I feel like the luckiest man alive right now because she’s back in my arms.  

We’re the magnetic halves of one whole – drawn together, locking into place, and then holding on for dear life through the seismic shift of our world righting itself.  

I breathe in her sweet, familiar scent. There’s a new depth to it, less flower, more earth, but the essence of it is unchanged. 

“Carter, oh my God, Carter,” she repeats over and over. Her arms are wrapped tight around me like I’m her lifeline. 

Holding her again, there’s no doubt that she’s mine. 

My heart is beating normally for the first time in almost two years. My lungs inflate fully for the first time in that long, too. 

Her nose is pressed to my neck and her lips move against the base of my throat.  My body reacts to her nearness, to the press of her curves, her breasts, her thighs, the way her hair smells.  So, I put her down. When I look at her face and see that smile, I want so badly to hold her again, my erection be damned.  

A throat clears behind us and I turn sharply back to my table. Nadia’s staring at us with wide, wet eyes. 

Next to me, the throat clears again and this time, I follow the sound. Standing to my left is the man I’d seen her with earlier. The one who’d wrapped his arms around her earlier, is looking at me like if there was a baseball bat in reach, he’d use it to put some distance between me and Beth. 

She turns and wraps her arms around his neck hugs him fiercely. 

He hugs her back, but his eyes are stony on me.  

Who is the cradle robbing asshole? 

She pulls out of his embrace and smiles up at him. “Joe, I can’t believe I did it.”

His expression softens the minute he looks down at her, his eyes shine with adoration. 

“I can.  You did a great job,” he says and taps the end of her nose with the tip of his finger.  She preens and gives him a mock curtsey. 

“You gonna introduce me, Beth?”  he asks, nodding over her shoulder at me. 

Her spine straightens and she nods.  Then, she turns back to me, that smile back o her face. 

“Carter this is Joe…my neighbor and my friend.” She squeezes his hand and they smile at each other. 

“I’m her surrogate father,” he corrects in a deep unequivocal voice, a glint of protective pride in his eyes. He shifts his weight and for the first time, I realize he’s leaning on a cane.

“Joe, this is Carter. My….” Her lips purse as she stops to choose her words, but and her eyes are bright with jubilant joy as they scan my face as if the answers to the universe’s mysteries can be found there. “He’s….my best everything. Ever,” she says with a happy, matchlessly beautiful smile. 

My heart does that thing…that stumble, trip, and fall that has always been its response to being near her. 

It doesn’t care that she’s my…whatever. It only knows that for me, she is love.
 

 


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About Dylan Allen

Dylan Allen is a Texas girl with a serious case of wanderlust.

A self-proclaimed happily ever junkie, she loves creating stories where her characters chase their own happy endings.

When she isn’t writing or reading, eating or cooking, she and her family are planning their next adventure.

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BLOG TOUR ~ RELEASE by Aly Martinez

Today we are thrilled to be on tour with RELEASE, an all-new “mesmerizing” and “captivating” stand-alone romance from
USA Today bestselling author Aly Martinez

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Growing up, Ramsey Stewart branded my soul in ways time could never heal.

At twelve, he asked me to be his girlfriend.

At thirteen, he gave me my first kiss.

By sixteen, we’d fallen in love, planned a future together, and had our eyes set on the horizon.

Love never fails, right?

But for Ramsey, it did.

Love failed him.

I failed him.

The entire world failed him.

At seventeen, Ramsey was convicted of killing the boy who assaulted me.

Move on,he wrote in his first and only letter from prison.

Start a new life, he urged.

I don’t love you anymore, he lied.

There was no such thing as giving up on Ramsey. Love may have been our curse, but he was mine—then, now, and forever.

So here I am, twelve long years later, waiting for a man I don’t even know to emerge from between the chain link gates.

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Reviewed by Emma-Louise on behalf of KFF

This is the first book by this author that I have read since her On the Ropes series. And oh my word, can I not explain why it took me so long to return. She holds the magic to create a story so tragically bleak, the reader cannot see how the story will turn out happily. Then, out of nowhere, something happens. The sluggish black mash that is on the page morphs into a bright light full of happiness.

Ramsey and Thea have been friends since they were little, outcasts bonded by tragedy and strife.
Release tells the tale from both past and present. Glimpses of who they were as children, teenagers all the way up to the worst night of their young lives.

Thea lives for the moment of getting him back; only when she does, it isn’t quite what she expected. She doesn’t fully comprehend what it was that Ramsey had to give up and do in order to survive his own private version of Hell. The boy he once was has been dead and buried, not laid to rest but buried alive. So many times I felt my heart weep at what I experienced.

For two people who so clearly loved one another, how could they not make it work?
Why were so many obstacles in their way? What was it that kept him hanging on to his temper by the skin of his teeth?

I found that I went into the first part of this book believing one thing and by the end of the second half my belief system had been tipped on its head.

So many things I want to talk about, but I won’t. The description and wording of this book is breathtaking. I hurt, I cried, I screamed and I laughed. What more can a good book do to you?


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It was funny. I’d spent almost half my life surrounded by the biggest, baddest criminals the state of Georgia had been able to capture. Yet, I was terrified of a five-foot-five woman who for some asinine reason was still in love with me.
I couldn’t be around her. Not if I wanted to keep my head straight and my eye on the prize. I had three years before I got off parole. I needed to get a job, tuck away some cash, and, the second I was allowed to leave Georgia, get the hell out of there. Maybe, if I was lucky, I’d be able to convince my sister to come with me. We didn’t have to go far. We could stay in the south if she wanted. South Carolina, North Carolina, Alabama, Tennessee—there were schools everywhere. Nora wouldn’t have trouble finding a job. The hardest part would be convincing her to leave Thea.
However, maybe if she did, Thea would finally move on with her life and stop obsessing about me.
I’d known they lived together for a while. I didn’t want anything to do with Thea while I was locked up, but I was happy as hell Nora had someone to lean on. I had been under the impression that Nora had gotten her own place when she found out about my release. I had been under that impression because Nora had straight-up told me she was getting her own place after I’d declared there was no way I was living with Thea.
Now, I was hiding in my room, waiting for Nora to wake up, open my door, and escort me to breakfast like a damn bodyguard so I could avoid confrontation.
Next up in my efforts to kill time was a workout. Sit ups, push-ups, planks, running in place. This was when I realized Nora hadn’t bought me any deodorant.
Another shower.
Another naked lap around the bedroom, and this time, I managed to keep my hands off my cock.
Finally, I got dressed. This required me to pick through a bunch of preppy shit Nora had bought for me to find tattered jeans and a fitted green tee that clung to my chest like a damn glove. In my closet, I found a belt and a pair of distressed brown lace-up boots that maybe could have doubled as combat boots if the war was taking place on a runway. But what the hell did I know about style? I’d been wearing orange or puke beige for almost half my life.
When I was done with all of that and there was still no sign of Nora, I sat on the edge of the bed and decided to give the phone thing a try. I wasn’t totally out of the technology loop. We had computers at the library and we were allowed to use them if we earned the privileges. But they might as well have been dinosaurs compared to the phone she’d bought me. I couldn’t even get it to read my face with the fancy secret laser thing. I gave up trying pretty quickly.
So there I was, bored out of my mind, starving, and poking at my newfound wrinkles in the bathroom mirror, when I heard a knock at my door.
“Ramsey?”
I froze, my eyes locked on the mirror, panic staring back at me.
Thea.
Jesus. I needed to find somewhere else to live.
Leaning out of the bathroom, I stared at the door. If I was super quiet, maybe she’d think I was still asleep and go the hell away.
When I didn’t reply, she knocked again. Her voice was timid and sweet, not at all like the fearless girl I’d grown up with. I hated it.
“Ramsey? You hungry? I’m making breakfast? I was wondering if you wanted something?” Everything from my name to the fact that she was making breakfast was a question, as if maybe she was asking permission to cook in her own house.
My stomach was currently feasting on my backbone. Still, I said nothing.
She sighed. “Okay. Well, if you change your—” There were several seconds of silence.
I quirked my eyebrow at the door, trying to figure out why she’d abruptly stopped talking, and then cursed my inability to develop x-ray vision.
I held my breath, hoping to hear her footsteps as she walked away.
No. Such. Fucking. Luck.
The door swung open and she came walking inside with her hands stacked over her eyes. “Look, I know you’re awake. I heard you running earlier. I also heard you take at least three showers. Sorry, but the house isn’t that big. Neither is the hot water heater. Are you at least dressed so I can open my eyes?”
Brave. Unapologetic. And completely oblivious to boundaries. Now that was the Thea I knew.
“Get out,” I barked.
“Dressed? Not dressed? Help me out here?”
“Get. Out.”
She kept her eyes closed. “You gotta eat, Ramsey. You can’t stay locked up in this room forever.”
I wanted to tell her to get the hell out again. Honestly, it was on the tip of my tongue. But it never made it past my lips because my traitorous eyes stole a head-to-toe of her lithe body. She was barefoot, wearing jeans—tight ones that tapered at her ankle. They looked like mine in the sense that they had a rip in the knee. They didn’t look like mine in the sense that they hugged the curve of her hips and more than likely her ass too. A pink tank top stretched across her chest, and I swear on my life, fuck x-ray vision because I could see the pebble of her nipples beneath the fabric.
It wasn’t a ridiculous dress.
It wasn’t stupid fucking heels.
She wasn’t wearing a face full of clown makeup.
She was just Thea.
The nostalgia pumped through my veins like acid even as my cock stirred. Fuck, I should have jerked off again in the shower.
“I’m dressed,” I bit out, desperate for her to put her damn hands down and maybe use them to cover her tits instead.
Her long, brown lashes fluttered as she opened her eyes. Those fucking eyes had once owned me. As a huge smile lit her face, I felt the claim all over again.
“Oh, look, you chose one of the outfits I picked out for you.”
Of course I had. Of fucking course. As soon as I got her out of my room, I was going to take the outfit off and light it on fire.
 

 

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About Aly

Originally from Savannah, Georgia, USA Today bestselling author Aly Martinez now lives in South Carolina with her husband and four young children.

Never one to take herself too seriously, she enjoys cheap wine, mystery leggings, and olives. It should be known, however, that she hates pizza and ice cream, almost as much as writing her bio in the third person.

She passes what little free time she has reading anything and everything she can get her hands on, preferably with a super-sized tumbler of wine by her side.

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BLOG TOUR ~ CLOUDSTORM by Susana Mohel

Today we are thrilled to be on tour with Susana Mohel’s all-new enemies-to-lovers stand-alone romance in The Perfect Storm Series, CLOUDSTORM.


Everyone has a nemesis.

He became mine.

Sure, he’s charming to the naked eye.

The perfect suit-wearing gentleman, scorching hot, as if he walked straight off a magazine cover.

But anyone with a brain knows better.

I know better.

He’s arrogant, full of himself.

A dream crusher.

So, why can’t I focus when I’m in his presence?

Why does the control I worked so hard for vanish at the sound of his voice?

Living in a storm I’m looking for my rainbow, and he, he is the sun who makes it possible.


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© 2019 Susana Mohel
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I’ve just returned from my morning walk as I enter the community gardens, feeling really good, when I see my nemesis coming from the other side of the green space. He arrives sweaty, wearing sportswear.

For the first time in my life I’ll admit I sincerely thank Roselynn for giving me what I’m wearing right now. Black calf length leggings. My sports bra is electric blue, short and quite low cut, which means I have some great cleavage on show which boosts my confidence.

What? I have a great rack, and I’m not shy to showcase it.

I admit that dressing well gives a certain sexy halo and I plan to take advantage of it.

I see his green eyes looking me up and down, just the way I wanted him to, although he tries to hide it behind that frown and that shield of arrogance that surrounds him.

Without the slightest hint of shame, I return the look. I eat him with my eyes, ogling him with no shame. He wears a white muscle shirt and basketball shorts, completely different than the previous times I’ve seen him.

He looks more accessible, more human. The muscles of his arms are perfectly delineated under his tanned skin, he could trace them with a pencil and the result would be more perfect than Michelangelo’s famous white marble sculpture of David.

What’s worse is this version of him is real, flesh and blood.

His mouth is puckered and I’m not sure if he’s going to talk, make a face or if he wants me to approach him and take him by storm.

Somebody call the doctor and take me to the asylum!

Please.

The temptation is too great, I must restrain myself. In no way do my plans include getting tangled up with Lancelot Hills.

“What are you doing here, Miss Wilkinson?” he says. “Did you find out where I live and decided to follow me?”

Warm up engines! My heart pumps faster, the blood becomes a lava river that rises and rises in temperature.

Control, Ariel. It’s the angry one that loses.

“If you recall, I told you I lived here,” I answer, doing my best to sound casual. “Another thing you decided not to believe.”

“So, it’s just a happy coincidence, is it?”

His sarcasm just makes this easier for me. If he wants to start a verbal war, I’m not going to be intimidated by the first salvo.

“This is no coincidence. When you decided to buy that house, you knew that my home was here. If anyone is doing the harassing, it’s you.”

Lancelot stretches his arm as if to grab mine, but I’m faster. I turn with a swish of my ponytail, making my way to my apartment, leaving him standing there, digesting the information he just received.

I won the first round.

How fucking good it feels to have the last word!
 

 


Meet Susana

Author, wife, and mother of a girl and a puppy. I love the happily ever after. Believer & dreamer. I live in my own world, sipping Ginger Ale and lime. I’m always plotting my next book, coloring pages, and reading.

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BLOG TOUR ~ REGRETTING YOU by Colleen Hoover

“This is Hoover at her very best.” Publishers Weekly

REGRETTING YOU, an all-new poignant and moving novel from #1 New York Times bestselling author Colleen Hoover is available now!

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Morgan Grant and her sixteen-year-old daughter, Clara, would like nothing more than to be nothing alike.

Morgan is determined to prevent her daughter from making the same mistakes she did. By getting pregnant and married way too young, Morgan put her own dreams on hold. Clara doesn’t want to follow in her mother’s footsteps. Her predictable mother doesn’t have a spontaneous bone in her body.

With warring personalities and conflicting goals, Morgan and Clara find it increasingly difficult to coexist. The only person who can bring peace to the household is Chris—Morgan’s husband, Clara’s father, and the family anchor. But that peace is shattered when Chris is involved in a tragic and questionable accident. The heartbreaking and long-lasting consequences will reach far beyond just Morgan and Clara.

While struggling to rebuild everything that crashed around them, Morgan finds comfort in the last person she expects to, and Clara turns to the one boy she’s been forbidden to see. With each passing day, new secrets, resentment, and misunderstandings make mother and daughter fall further apart. So far apart, it might be impossible for them to ever fall back together.

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Reviewed by Sharon Thérèse at KFF

Regardless of the genre, Hoover’s storytelling captivates and Regretting You is without exception. It’s one of those books that mums and teenager daughters alike have to read, emotions have not been suppressed, no-one is spared, not even the reader. Here, the author shows us how a family copes with grief, how they face each day. But more importantly, how a mother-daughter relationship is affected not just by the loss of a loved one which in itself is tragic, but by actions. Of course, in Hoover fashion, something of consequence is always held back.

I saw what was coming from afar so when the bomb dropped, I wasn’t floored as much as I would have liked. This; however, didn’t spoil my reading enjoyment in the slightest. I really liked how Colleen made me question Clara’s mother’s stance regarding certain fragile issues. And although being protective of our children should be the most natural thing in the world, here I felt it did more harm than good. Yet I don’t think any parent would ever be mentally prepared to help their child navigate what Clara had to without making mistakes.

‘I’ve been trying to hide my emotions from Clara. Not the grief. The grief is natural. I don’t mind being sad in front of her. But I don’t want her to sense my anger.’

I really and truly liked Morgan. Although she’s having trouble adapting, her inner strength, selflessness and loving persona is just as important to the story as is her daughter’s rebellion. Hmm…I can’t tell you what Clara did since it’s a spoiler and a half…just read the book and you’ll find out! One thing is for sure, all Morgan wants is the best for her. Also, an almighty breakdown in communication doesn’t help matters, causing tempers and patience to fray.

‘But who needs clues when you don’t even realize you’re supposed to be playing detective?’

Not surprisingly, discovering the truth so close to home adds to more heartbreak. Morgan’s not alone in her despair, and you’ll see why she has no wish to clarify her daughter’s confusion, something another character and I weren’t completely in agreement with. It’s not easy to read and I’m still wondering if I’d do the same. Definitely food for thought, definitely courageous on her part and probably the only way she’d find closure.

“I’m not here to make you feel better. I’m on the same roller coaster you are.”

Clara’s led a sheltered life. All of a sudden, it all comes tumbling down and finding solace in someone who understood her made me sigh with relief. Sometimes, reasoning with teens is complicated, especially when those around them have their own problems. Clara jumps to conclusions, has infantile tantrums which I found a tad peculiar, seeing as she’s a mature sixteen-year-old. On the whole, she’s a lovely gal needing guidance at a tough time in her young life.

“…I’m learning that sometimes you have to walk away from the fight in order to win it.”

Morgan’s past and the mother/daughter narratives virtually run parallel to each other. It’s extremely well done, not at all convoluted and essentially gave their stories a lifelike feel. Two more characters won me over in no time. One of them had me grabbing for a tissue, making me want to jump into my Kindle and hug them to bits, the other got me smiling to myself. Little-big details make this story special. Heartbreaking, uplifting and inspirational, the ending was more than satisfactory. Bravo CH!

ARC kindly provided by Montlake Romance and Netgalley for an honest review.

EXCERPT

© 2019 Colleen Hoover
All rights reserved.

 
“What’s your favorite movie?”“Of all time?” he asks.

 “Pick one from the past ten years.”

“I can’t,” he says. “There are so many great ones, and I love them all for different reasons. I love the technical aspect of Birdman. I love the performances in Call Me by Your Name. Fantastic Mr. Fox is my favorite cartoon because Wes Anderson is a goddamn genius.” He glances at me. “What about you?”

“I don’t think Fantastic Mr. Fox counts. It seems older than ten years.” I lean my head back and stare up at the ceiling. It’s a tough question. “I’m like you. I don’t know that I have a favorite movie. I tend to judge more on the talent than the story line. I think Emma Stone is probably my favorite actress. And Adam Driver is the best actor of our time, but I don’t think he’s landed the role of his lifetime yet. He was great in BlacKkKlansman, but I’m not crazy about some of the other movies he’s been in.”

“But did you see the Kylo Ren skit?”

“Yes!” I say, sitting up. “On SNL? Oh my God, it was so funny.” I’m smiling, but I hate that I’m smiling. It feels weird to smile when I’m so full of sadness, but this is how Miller makes me feel every time I’m around him. He’s the only thing that seems to be able to take my mind off everything, yet he’s the one person I can’t really hang out with. 

Thanks for that, Shelby. 

It sucks. I don’t like thinking about it, even though we’re together right now. But tomorrow at school, things will go back to how they always are. Miller will keep his distance. He’ll respect his relationship with Shelby, which will only serve to make me respect him even more. 

And I’ll just continue to be in a depressing funk. 

“I should go,” I say. 

Miller hesitates before moving. “Yeah, I think my break was over ten minutes ago.” We both stand up, but I can’t get out of the aisle because he’s blocking my way, facing me, not making an effort to walk away. He’s just staring down at me as if he wants to say something else. Or do something else. 

“I’m really sorry about what happened,” he says. At first, I’m not sure what he’s talking about, but then it hits me. I press my lips together and nod, but I don’t say anything because it’s the last thing I want to talk or think about.

 “I should have said that the other day. At the funeral.”

“It’s fine,” I say. “I’m fine. Or at least I’ll be fine. Eventually.” I sigh. “Hopefully.”

He’s staring at me like he wants to pull me in for a hug, and I really wish he would. But instead, he turns and walks out of the aisle, toward the exit. I stop at the restroom on our way out. He grabs a trash can and starts to pull it toward the theater we just came out of. 

“See you tomorrow, Clara.” 

I don’t tell him goodbye. I walk into the restroom and don’t even bother pretending things will be the same at school tomorrow as they were tonight. He’ll avoid me while being all faithful and shit, and whatever. That’s okay. I need to stop interacting with him anyway, because as good as it feels when I’m around him, it’s starting to hurt when I’m not. And I don’t need another painful thing added to my already existing pile of excruciating feelings.
 

 


ColleenHooverMeet Colleen

Colleen Hoover is the #1 New York Times and International bestselling author of thirteen novels and multiple novellas. She lives in Texas with her husband and their three boys. She is the founder of The Bookworm Box, a non-profit book subscription service and bookstore in Sulphur Springs, Texas.

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BLOG TOUR ~ AUDITION by Skye Warren & Amelia Wilde

Today we are thrilled to be on tour with AUDITION, a steamy new stand-alone novel from New York Times bestselling author Skye Warren
and USA Today bestselling author Amelia Wilde

Blood and sweat. Bethany Lewis danced her way out of poverty. She’s a world-class athlete… with a debt to pay.

Joshua North always gets what he wants. And the mercenary wants Bethany in his bed. He wants her beautiful little body bent to his will.

She doesn’t surrender to his kiss.
He doesn’t back down from a challenge.
It’s going to be a sensual fight… to the death.

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Reviewed by Sharon Thérèse at KFF

Audition is a romantic suspense spinoff from the North Security Series, absolutely my favourite trilogy this year. Now it’s Liam North’s brother, Joshua’s turn to tell his story. In previous books, I loved the rapport these two reserved guys had, especially Josh’s on-the-job seriousness while bodyguarding Liam’s lady. Also, there was something in the air with him and Bethany. Yep, Warren teased her readers and has now delivered a readworthy standalone with co-writer, Amelia Wilde.

‘Bethany is an open book, with all her defiance and sadness and fight right there under the surface.’

I’m a great fan of Warren’s storytelling, so I was curious to see how it would develop with this new writing duo. I can’t say I saw a noticeable difference. The plot flows at a steady pace, the banter’s as good as ever; however, there’s more backstory than usual. Josh and Bethany’s stories could easily have been a duet and I’m eternally grateful it wasn’t. There was never a moment when I felt like I was missing any of their protagonists’ personal details.

‘The Josh I knew five years ago never would have done this. He would have broken before he bent.’

Wow, it’s totally understandable that Josh has too much emotional baggage to have a relationship. Making it virtually impossible for anyone to get close to him, he’s the first one to admit that his heart is out of bounds. So the question I asked myself was would Bethany be able to break through his walls without losing him forever. And will Josh give in to the one and only woman who stirs his emotions? The signs of sexual tension simmer off the pages; however, taking the next step could have dire consequences.

‘We belong to different worlds. His is sharp enough to cut me. Mine is already in pieces.’

Only a few people close to both of them are aware that their scars run deep, how utterly hopeless and tragic their pasts were. And although it does take a while for Josh to open up to Bethany, she can see through him. I loved her tenacious and ambitious persona; her inner strength and will to survive moulded her into the woman she is today. On the other hand, Josh is so obstinate, I didn’t know whether to throttle or hug him! But one thing is for sure, he will put his life on the line to protect her.

“It’s you. You’re the one she dreams about.”

We meet up with Bethany’s infamous brother and sweet but rather peculiar grandmother again…The advice she gives to her granddaughter not only had an impact on me, but also made me smile. Selfishly thinking, I would have liked to have learnt a tad more about her brother’s dirty business, an individual who’s beyond vengeful and the choreographer. Snippets of the performing arts trivia at the beginning of every chapter was a welcome addition, and if you like angsty slow-burn romances, this book is for you! Bravo to the authors!

“Whatever’s troubling you, it’ll look better in daylight. Sleep, child. Don’t fight your demons in the dark.”

EXCERPT

© 2019 Skye Warren and Amelia Wilde
All rights reserved.


 
I open the door, expecting to see a couple of rough-hewn bastards fighting or training. They might even take a swing at me. We’re all a bunch of army bastards, more comfortable using our fists than our words.
Instead I’m struck by the sight of a body in motion, but not in violence.She’s dancing. Grace. Strength. And completely inappropriate to this place—desire. It’s nothing so base as tits and ass, though I’m sure hers are lovely. No, it’s the sweep of her calf and the indent at her waist. The lift of her chin.

I could not be more shocked if I had been punched. Or shot.

It feels a little bit like being dunked in lava, watching her dance. I’m immobile in the doorframe of the warehouse. My sanity is one step behind me, utterly gone. I’m seeing visions. She can’t be real. I don’t even want her to be real. This kind of beauty doesn’t belong in the goddamn gutter. A pale pink leotard against the dinge-dark hollow. Satin ballet shoes pushing into the dirt. Slowly, very slowly, my sluggish mind searches the perimeter. Alone. We’re alone. If anyone had wanted to shoot me, they’d have had plenty of time. An eternity while I’d been staring.

Her spin slows, like a top that’s run out of momentum. Dark eyes meet mine. Surprise. A flash of something else—anger. She drops to flat feet. No longer a goddess, a blur. She becomes a woman. “No,” she says. Then again, “No,” with such force I glance behind me in case someone’s charging at her wielding a knife. The shipyard is empty. It’s only my company she’s objecting to.

Well, you can’t fault her for taste.

“Normally I have to say something for women to hate me,” I say, strolling into the warehouse, pretending my heart doesn’t thud at the sight of her lithe body. Pretending my cock isn’t a breath away from rock-hard. “I have to say something about their tits or their ass.”

Her eyes narrow, but she doesn’t seem particularly shocked by my crude language. No, she wouldn’t be. Not in this place. She would have heard much worse. “I told him no more guards.”

“You told who?”

“Who else?” she says. “Your boss.”

My boss? I work for the US government. My job is to drive around godforsaken deserts and pray I don’t get blown up by a bomb buried underground. If I play my cards right, I might move into special operations. That’s what was implied before I went on leave. Go along with what Caleb Lewis offers. Collect information. Report back.

It’s a chance to be somewhere other than the bottom rung. Maybe the only chance I’ll ever get. Which means I have no business being interested in this girl. She probably isn’t even eighteen. “My boss,” I repeat, my voice flat.

“Isn’t that why you’re here? To guard me?”

“Why don’t we do this—you dance again. I’ll stand here, but if anyone attacks you, I’ll just let them have at it. No bodyguards for you.”

She’s not amused. “The guards aren’t there to protect me. You’re here to keep me in the warehouse or keep me at home. Make sure I don’t wander away. Make sure I don’t talk to anyone.”

“You’re talking to me.”

“You tell Caleb we had a deal. And it doesn’t include some—” Her narrowed gaze sweeps down my body, as if she’s only now noticed that I have a body. “Some overmuscled asshole on steroids.”

I put my hand over my chest. “Direct hit. I’m wounded you think I’d resort to steroids. These muscles were earned the old-fashioned way, thank you very much.”

She snorts, which somehow sounds feminine and delicate. “I’m sure you do much worse things than steroids. And there is no way, absolutely no way, that you’re going to be my new guard, so tell Caleb he can forget it.”

“Would it put your mind at ease to know he didn’t send me?” Though I’m curious how he’s connected to her. We enlisted at the same time. Went through basic at the same time. We’ve never been close, really. When we both had leave, I was surprised he offered for me to hang out with him in New Orleans. I accepted because I have nowhere else to go. At the time I had no idea that I’d be approached by some special department to gather intel for them. Doesn’t take a genius to figure out Caleb’s into some bad shit.

“Right,” she says, unconvinced. “So you’re standing in the one warehouse that doesn’t contain anything illegal because…?”

“Total coincidence. I was looking for the illegal stuff.” Which means I have no business staying to chat with this woman, no matter how compelling she looks with that notch between her eyebrows. She looks goddamn fierce. “Honestly.”

A roll of her eyes. “Tell my brother he doesn’t need to waste time and energy watching me. I’m staying out of trouble.”

Her brother. Jesus. If she’s Caleb Lewis’s sister, then she’s not staying in trouble. It won’t be a clean shot that brings him down. It’ll be a grenade launcher that hits him—metaphorically speaking. Or literally speaking. Everyone in his vicinity will end up in jail or dead. That’s inevitable.

And she’s right here.
 


Meet Skye

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

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About Amelia

Amelia Wilde wrote her first story when she was six years old, a narrative strongly inspired by The Polar Express. When she was nine, she wrote her first novel-length work, all in one paragraph.

Now, Amelia is all about that love. Her romances feature unique, independent heroines and alpha heroes who are strong of heart and body. Readers have described her work as “emotional,” “intense,” “phenomenal,” and “like a child scribbled with a crayon,” which she takes as the highest praise.

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RELEASE BOOST ~ in the LIGHT of day by KA Graham

It’s release boost day for KA Graham’s psychological dark romance, IN THE LIGHT OF DAY. And we’re also delighted to be sharing Emma-Louise’s 5-star review, a book she chose for one of her best 2019 reads!

There’s darkness in all of us.

Micah
I’m a nobody. An outcast. A shadow. I never aligned with the jocks and their fake barbie girlfriends, not that I wanted to. Being invisible worked for me until he showed up.

He showed me a path I never intended to walk, and I slid into his life easily. Too easily.  Now that the devil has embraced me, I crave the heat of his flames.

Quinn
She doesn’t think I see her. She’s wrong. She’s all I see. My dark angel. We’re more alike than she could ever imagine. Soon I will make her mine.

I was always good at playing the part of the jock that everyone worships. In reality, I’m the devil with no remorse. It’s time to free my soul and rid myself of the rodents.


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Reviewed by Emma-Louise on behalf of KFF

Holy bouncing balls! What in the world kind of crazy did I just read? For the sheer genius of creativity, I can’t not reward this one five stars.

Any of us have known or been the odd one out. The one person that is victimised for being different. Micah is that person. She stands out and rises above the queen bees of the town. This, of course, painted a large target on her butt. Micah deals with real-world issues. Her coping mechanisms are ones that anyone with these afflictions would understand.

Quinn is an oddball, a true wolf in sheep’s clothing. Some of his actions are ones that I cannot condone and often felt like I could condemn him for them; however, I will state this. Those of us who live by normal laws wouldn’t do it but that doesn’t mean we wouldn’t want to in the deepest recesses of our mind.

Together Micah and Quinn make sense; they balance each other out. Strange as it may seem they often complement one another.

Through some of the weirdest events I’ve ever read, we go through a journey almost reminiscent of a Quentin Tarantino movie, and this isn’t a bad thing, not at all. It left me scratching my head and laughing maniacally. Curious? I double dare you to give this one a shot. Tag, you’re it!!!


Meet K.A. Graham

K.A. Graham grew up in a small town in Oregon. Through the years, her love for writing and poetry, turned into something she had only dreamt of. Writing her own book. She’s faced many obstacles in her life, but the love and devotion of her parents, have always kept her grounded.

She is an avid reader, blogger and does PA work for a few authors, which keeps her quite busy. Hard rock music lover and horror movie buff, with a love and appreciation for tattoos. Her addictions include copious amounts of caffeine, Chinese food and Haribos candy.

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Through the Eyes of Madness co-written with Barb Shuler is available in Kindle Unlimited

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Escape The Night: The Sparrow and The Raven novella is available in Kindle Unlimited

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