BLOG TOUR ~ DISGRACE by Brittainy C. Cherry is now available!

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Disgrace, an all-new romantic and emotional standalone from Brittainy C. Cherry is available NOW!

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Synopsis:

Each day I prayed for my husband to love me again.

After fifteen years together, he walked away from me, and into the arms of another.

I didn’t know how to cope. I didn’t know my worth. I didn’t know how to exist without him by my side.

All I wanted was for him to come back to me.

Then, Jackson Emery appeared.

He was supposed to be a distraction for my mind. A summer fling. A confidence boost to my bruised heart.

We were perfect for one another, because we both knew we wouldn’t last. Jackson didn’t believe in commitment, and I no longer believed in love. He was too closed-off for me, and I was too damaged for him.

Everything was fine, until one night my heart skipped a beat.

I didn’t expect him to make me laugh. To make me think. To make my sadness somewhat disappear.

When our time was up, my heart didn’t know how to walk away.

Each day I prayed for my husband to love me again, yet slowly my prayers began to shift toward the man who wasn’t right for me.

I prayed for one more smile, one more kiss, one more laugh, one more touch…

I prayed for him to be mine.

Even though I knew his heart wasn’t destined to love.

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Excerpt:

Jackson

“I’ve read about boys like you in books, ya know,” she whispered, her fingers slowly spinning spirals on my chest. “Oh, yeah? What did those books teach you about boys like me?”“Well…” She bit her bottom lip, and with a small inhalation, she whispered, “They taught me to stay away.”“Then why are you so close?”

She tilted her head up, looking me straight in the eyes. “Because in those stories, the heroine never ever listens.”

“And then there’s trouble?” I asked.

“Yes, and then there’s trouble.”

From the way she said those words, I knew trouble was exactly what she was in search of. We were the classic cliché. She was the good girl next door, I the monster from around the block. We were perfect opposites for the perfect storm, and she was asking me to be her next flaw, her greatest mistake.

And, well, who was I not to live up to her request?

“I could destroy you,” I warned.

“Or save me.”

“Is it worth the risk?”

“Isn’t it always worth the risk?”

The more she touched me, the more I wanted to touch her back. I wrapped my hands around her wrists flipping us around so she was now against the wall with her hands above her head. “I have rules.” I leaned in closer, lightly brushing my lips against her neck. God, she smelled good, like peaches and my next sin. “You can’t break these rules, either.” My tongue rolled from my mouth and circled against her neck before I gently sucked her skin.

She shivered at my touch. “What are they?”

“Rule one,” I whispered, my mouth moving across her collarbone. “You never stay the night.”

“Check.”

“Rule number two,” I said, dropping her left arm to the side. Taking my hand to the bottom of her blouse, I slowly raised it up and massaged her skin. “You never develop feelings.”

“That’s easy enough,” she replied, her breaths uneven as I teased at the top button on her jeans. “I don’t believe in feelings anymore.”

I didn’t know why, but that made me sad for her. I, too, didn’t believe in falling for people, but that was my norm. Grace seemed the type to believe in something bigger than love, so the fact that her belief was completely gone was a bit surprising.

Maybe we had more in common than I thought.

“Rule number three…we don’t talk about my life.”

“Like ever?”

“Never.”

“Okay.”

“And lastly, rule number four…” My mouth brushed against hers, and I slid my tongue slowly across her bottom lip. “If your favorite pair of panties get ripped, don’t expect me to replace them.”
Jackson

“I’ve read about boys like you in books, ya know,” she whispered, her fingers slowly spinning spirals on my chest.

“Oh, yeah? What did those books teach you about boys like me?”

“Well…” She bit her bottom lip, and with a small inhalation, she whispered, “They taught me to stay away.”

“Then why are you so close?”

She tilted her head up, looking me straight in the eyes. “Because in those stories, the heroine never ever listens.”

“And then there’s trouble?” I asked.

“Yes, and then there’s trouble.”

From the way she said those words, I knew trouble was exactly what she was in search of. We were the classic cliché. She was the good girl next door, I the monster from around the block. We were perfect opposites for the perfect storm, and she was asking me to be her next flaw, her greatest mistake.

And, well, who was I not to live up to her request?

“I could destroy you,” I warned.

“Or save me.”

“Is it worth the risk?”

“Isn’t it always worth the risk?”

The more she touched me, the more I wanted to touch her back. I wrapped my hands around her wrists flipping us around so she was now against the wall with her hands above her head. “I have rules.” I leaned in closer, lightly brushing my lips against her neck. God, she smelled good, like peaches and my next sin. “You can’t break these rules, either.” My tongue rolled from my mouth and circled against her neck before I gently sucked her skin.

She shivered at my touch. “What are they?”

“Rule one,” I whispered, my mouth moving across her collarbone. “You never stay the night.”

“Check.”

“Rule number two,” I said, dropping her left arm to the side. Taking my hand to the bottom of her blouse, I slowly raised it up and massaged her skin. “You never develop feelings.”

“That’s easy enough,” she replied, her breaths uneven as I teased at the top button on her jeans. “I don’t believe in feelings anymore.”

I didn’t know why, but that made me sad for her. I, too, didn’t believe in falling for people, but that was my norm. Grace seemed the type to believe in something bigger than love, so the fact that her belief was completely gone was a bit surprising.

Maybe we had more in common than I thought.

“Rule number three…we don’t talk about my life.”

“Like ever?”

“Never.”

“Okay.”

“And lastly, rule number four…” My mouth brushed against hers, and I slid my tongue slowly across her bottom lip. “If your favorite pair of panties get ripped, don’t expect me to replace them.”

 

★ ★ ★ ★

Reviewed by Sharon Thérèse

I know when I pick up a book by Cherry, I’m going to need a man-size hanky at hand. Her words dance off the pages; her characters’ sorrows and triumphs become yours, and although it sounds cliche, their story comes alive. Disgrace is no less emotional than her other publications; however, this standalone novel has a totally different feel about it.

I always imaged betrayal by someone you trust with all your heart would one way or another have its reprisals. This isn’t Grace’s case though. Her love for her husband has no boundaries and she’s prepared to go all out to make him hers again. Now then, I wasn’t at all sure she was taking the right path as it was clear a breakdown in communication knocked the marriage off track; apart from of course, other issues which I’d rather you find out for yourselves. But as I read on, discovering that another person she knew well was involved changed Grace’s opinion and I could have given her a high five. Yet one family member’s influence is not only overbearing, but what they wanted her to do I found downright ridiculous. Question is, will she take their advice to appease? Fearing the town’s gossip mongers and keeping up appearances play a huge part in this story and it’s not until Grace meets Jackson that everything goes really haywire.

Even though Jackson is disliked for reasons to be revealed, I adored him. A young man of few words, he couldn’t give a damn what people thought of him and just wants to be left alone. But when he does have something to say, he’s blunt to the point of being rude and takes his frustration out in his place of work. Strangely, I was more emotionally invested in Jackson than I was in Grace. Don’t get me wrong, I liked and felt sorry for her; however, Jackson’s story moved me to tears. As if he didn’t have enough on his plate, a past event which in Cherry’s style was held back, came to light at a crucial moment leaving this reader and Jackson floored.

If there were ever two more divergent characters, it has to be Grace and Jackson. From completely different backgrounds, one has the patience of a saint and is generous of soul, so unselfish that at times I got annoyed with them. The other is broodingly dark, misunderstood but under all those layers, a beautiful heart resonates. Their struggles to find their own identities grow at a steady pace, keeping me involved throughout the story. A relationship I never expected to work, I was delighted to see how their mutual respect and the space they gave each other flourished. Finding their way is by no means a bed of roses but as they say, when there’s a will…

The character development is sublime. I had a lot of mixed feeling regarding some of the folk; nonetheless, this just made the story feel more lifelike. Now then, besides a strong religious tone, indirect cheating is rife! Yeah, it kind of clashes, doesn’t it? So be warned if it’s not your cuppa! Dare I say this detail didn’t bother me in the least? It happens! Narrated in past from a dual perspective allows the reader to delve into the protagonists’ thoughts, many of them extremely heart-wrenching ones. The author has delivered a story I truly wasn’t expecting and since I went in blind, the surprise was tenfold. And as always, Cherry brings home a message of hope. Bravo!

About the Author:

Hi! I’m Brittainy! Join me as we travel through my mind as a Romance Author. This includes such things as my random thoughts, tricks, tips, things I’m learning, things I’m re-learning, things I’m forgetting, and my weird ways of crafting stories.

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BLOG TOUR ~ DEVOTED TO PLEASURE by Shayla Black

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There’s a fine line between his business and her pleasure…

Devoted to Pleasure, an all-new sexy romantic suspense standalone from New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Shayla Black is available NOW!

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BOUND BY DUTY…

Bodyguard and former military man Cutter Bryant has always done his duty–no matter the cost. Now he’s taking one last high-octane assignment before settling down in a new role that means sacrificing his chance at love. But he never expects to share an irresistible chemistry with his beautiful new client.

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As the star of a steamy television drama, Shealyn West knows fame well, but it has come at the expense of her heart. With a blackmailer watching her every move and the threat of career-ending exposure looming, Shealyn hires Cutter to shore up her security and keep her safe, never imagining their attraction will be too powerful to contain.

As Shealyn and Cutter navigate the scintillating line between business and pleasure, they unravel a web of secrets that threaten their relationship and their lives. When danger strikes, Cutter must decide whether to follow his heart for the first time, or risk losing Shealyn forever.

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“That and taking a bullet for you is my job. I do it well. You must believe that, too, or you would have hired someone else.”

“You are one stubborn man. My grandfather’s mules could take
lessons from you. I’ll be out in ten minutes.” She whirled around and headed for her bathroom in the back, then shut the door.
Cutter couldn’t stop the smile from creeping across his face. Had
Shealyn just compared him to an ass?
He’d decided she had when she emerged in a gauzy white dress trimmed in lace that accentuated the hint of gold in her sun-kissed skin. The thin straps clung to the tips of her shoulders, as if threatening to slip down at any moment, and played peekaboo with her blond tresses. The garment stretched tight across her breasts, the three little buttons keeping the bodice shut threatening to pop if she made a too-
sudden move. The flimsy thing also ended well above her knees and, with her white cowboy boots, framed her sleek thighs.
Cutter felt his thoughts evaporate and his tongue go dry. The rest of him turned stone hard. He shouldn’t think twice about Shealyn as a woman, but so far, that seemed to be asking the impossible.
“You’re wearing that?”
She cocked her head at him. “What’s wrong with it? Or are you suggesting this dress is somehow dangerous?”
Her challenge and sass turned him on even more. Hell, everything about her did.
But he was way out of line. The dress portrayed precisely the image she’d cultivated. It was sweetly sexy. Wearing it, Shealyn looked like a gorgeous siren with western flair… and a hint of innocence. The problem—and obviously all the lust—was his alone.
“I’m making you aware that you may attract unwanted male attention in public. But I’ll handle it,” Cutter promised, meeting her gaze and doing his best to shutter the desire burning through his blood.
She stared back, a hint of a smile playing at her lips. “You think I’ll attract male attention, huh?”
Was she fishing for compliments? Her green eyes danced with something he couldn’t put his finger on. Mischief? Flirtation? No. Why would she come on to him when she was already in a high-profile relationship? Shealyn didn’t strike him as one of those women who got off on yanking a man’s chain. Then again, he didn’t know her well.
Whatever she was up to, he couldn’t rise to her bait.
“Ms. West?” He kept his voice as inflectionless and polite as possible.
“Mr. Bryant.” Another hint of playful dare rang in her tone.
“I told you, it’s Cutter.”
“All right. Cutter.” She damn near sighed his name. “You going to answer my question?”
What the hell did she want him to say? Some reckless part of him he’d sworn he didn’t possess itched to simply show her, cross the half- dozen steps between them, take that wisp of a garment in his grip, and tear it off. Once he’d exposed every inch of her body, he would love to put his hands on her, his mouth on her, so she understood what a dress like that did to him. Hell, what she did to him.
A sudden pounding on the door broke the moment between them.
“You ready yet?” Tower shouted from outside.
Despite the man’s insistence, she didn’t move to admit him or even answer. She just stared Cutter’s way. “I’m waiting.”
Cutter searched for a discreet reply. “The dress reveals more skin than it hides. It might give a man the wrong idea.”
“What idea is that?”
The kinds of ideas racing through his head with juggernaut speed and jetting blood south to his cock. “That he can touch you. That he can have you.”
“Is that what this dress makes you think?”
The flash of her eyes and the husky voice she used to ask the question torqued him up. She was definitely fishing for his reaction. Was she hoping he bit because she needed the ego stroke… or was she baiting her hook and tossing it his way because she was actually hoping to reel him in?
“What I think about the dress doesn’t matter.”
“Then why does it bother you? You saw me in less on set.”
Oh, he’d seen her damn near naked. Hour after hour of exposed skin had taunted him with all the beauty a country boy like him would never have the right to possess. But this dress appealed to his deepest fantasies. She looked wholesome yet sensual, a woman aware of her appeal. A female who knew exactly what she wanted in her man… 

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Reviewed by Emma-Louise on behalf of KFF

The trope in this book was one that has been used time and again; however, it was done within an entirely new scenario. Cutter Bryant a former military man turned personal bodyguard is completely selfless. Pledging to help his oldest friend in whatever way matters, knowing how small towns can be and that Brea isn’t as strong as she could be.

Cutter is called away to L.A. to protect an up and coming actress by the name of Shealyn West, only things are not at all what they were originally described as. The romantic electricity zings back and forth right from the first page that these two meet. Both grew up in small towns in the American South, and both believe in living honest and decent lives.

‘Yep, he was going to fall hard for Shealyn West and there wasn’t a thing he could do to stop it anymore. At the moment, he didn’t want to. He’d deal with the fallout later.’ 

Between scenes highlighting the hard slog of working on a night time soap in Hollywood, and the sexual tension between our stars; there is tension and mystery. Someone(s) is blackmailing the small town Hollywood star, threatening to release one of biggest regrets and ruin her life and her career. The mystery and action was hard and intense, bringing Cutter and Shealyn into near enough distance that they kept circling each other like a hunter looking for the death shot on their wounded prey.

As a lover of mysteries and thrillers, it takes a lot to pull the wool over my eyes. I’m more often than not correct when it comes to pinning the tail on the correct donkey. Only here I never saw half the pieces of the puzzle until Ms Black was ready for me to.

‘Cherished it. Enjoyed the heck out of feeling her ecstasy.
And he climaxed to it, the heady. Dizzying, sizzling sensations burning him, disintegrating him, transforming him.
Yeah, no doubt. He’d fallen in love with the one woman h3e couldn’t have beyond this assignment and didn’t deserve forever.’
 

I’ve had several books this author has penned sitting in my TBR pile for such a long time. However, Devoted to Pleasure was too tempting to pass up. I just wished the beginning of this book wouldn’t have been so hard to get into at first. I relished the character interaction and the realism to the story. I wistfully wished the evil paparazzi would just get sucked up into a vortex and leave these poor celebrities along, and I truly hoped for a happy ending. Thank you Ms. Black for such an incredible read.

Meet Shayla

Shayla Black is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of more than sixty novels. For nearly twenty years, she’s written contemporary, erotic, paranormal, and historical romances via traditional, independent, foreign, and audio publishers. Her books have sold millions of copies and been published in a dozen languages.

Raised an only child, Shayla occupied herself with lots of daydreaming, much to the chagrin of her teachers. In college, she found her love for reading and realized that she could have a career publishing the stories spinning in her imagination. Though she graduated with a degree in Marketing/Advertising and embarked on a stint in corporate America to pay the bills, her heart has always been with her characters. She’s thrilled that she’s been living her dream as a full-time author for the past eight years.

Shayla currently lives in North Texas with her wonderfully supportive husband, her daughter, and two spoiled tabbies. In her “free” time, she enjoys reality TV, reading, and listening to an eclectic blend of music.

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KFF’s on tour with CRAVING MR. KINKY by A.M. Madden & Joanne Schwehm

CRAVING MR. KINKY by A.M. Madden and Joanne Schwehm
Publication Date: June 20th, 2018
Series: Mr. Wrong #4
Genre: Contemporary Romance

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Here’s a tip: When you least expect it, expect it.

I’d been known to have my share of beautiful women. Usually, I met them in a bar, through a mutual acquaintance, or even when photographing them.

Imagine my surprise when a gorgeous blonde drove her car into mine on the way to a party.

No more than a minute after our run-in, a string of colorful words flew from her mouth in rapid fire.

Unexplainably, the angrier she became the harder I got. All sorts of scenarios played in my head of how I could get her to shut up. I was all for feisty women, but I preferred leaving that for the bedroom—not on the streets of New York.

When I learned she was a school teacher, that worsened my disposition. What man didn’t have a dirty teacher fantasy at one point in his life? I decided it was my turn to teach her a thing or two… or so I thought. Little did I know, Miss Prim-and-Proper would turn the tables on me.

She called me Mr. Kinky, and that was fine with me.

Lesson learned: Desire always trumps logic.

Craving Mr. Kinky
© 2018 A.M. Madden & Joanne Schwehm

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Tracey Lou’s review on behalf of KFF

Another great story from this writing duo. A light hearted romance with just the right amount of zing,.or should that be HOTNESS? This book revolves around two main characters, Cassie and Dante, but there are characters in this book that we have met before as this is book 4 of the Wrong series.

Dante is tall and devilishly handsome and a very talented photographer. Photography is his life and passion and he is extremely good at it. What starts out as just a normal day turns into something else entirely.

Cassie is a Kindergarten teacher who loves her job and surrounds herself with her friends. One of them being her best friend Luca and as luck would have it, is dante’s brother.

When Cassie and Dante first meet, it’s not love at first sight its the crunching of metal. In other words, her car and his cab ride.A disaster that was just waiting to happen. He said, she said, who was to blame? The cab driver or her. No one was giving an inch, both being as stubborn as mules.

Their first meeting was obviously memorable as neither one could stop thinking about the other. This was the beginning of their love story. Their courtship was pretty straight forward but the insecurities Cassie felt due to the nature of dante’s work was evident in the story line. Photographing beautiful women. Would the love of a good man put those insecurities to bed, or would this be the shortest romance in history?

Reading this light hearted romance and getting to know and like the characters in this book you desperately wanted this couple to get their happy ending. Would they? New challenges arise which makes them both question where this new development will take them. As we all know, true love never runs smoothly.

I take my hat off to both authors and must say how well they both compliment each other in their joint writings. As with the previous books leading up to this one, the story flowed continuously and was perfectly balanced. I were constantly wondering what was coming next, in and out of the bedroom. Ha ha! You both had me craving a Mr Kinky of my own! Congratulations ladies on a well deserved 5 stars.I look forward to reading more of your work.

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If she wanted to play, I’d play. The tiny black fabric perfectly highlighted the curves of her ass as she ran ahead of me. When she craned her head back to see how far behind I was, her tits looked as though they were ready to escape the scraps shielding them.Her laughter sounded like a melody as she made it to the deck stairs. It would have been easy to catch her, but seeing Cassie carefree and playful was worth her thinking she’d bested me.When we were both standing next to the pool, breathing heavy, her a little more winded than me, she snapped my picture. “How does it feel?” she said with friskiness before bringing my camera to her face again for another shot.

Glancing down, I spotted her book. There was no way she could grab it before me, unless she dropped my camera, which I knew, or hoped, she wouldn’t do.

Cassie’s eyes narrowed as I opened the page just before her bookmark. “Ahem.” My eyes scanned the words, and I couldn’t help but grin. Was this the stuff she was into? Who knew?
“Here,” she said with a nervous voice, and extended my camera toward me. “Take it and give me my book.”

“No way, this is too good.” Cassie’s glare turned into a wide-eyed look of horror. “Ethan pushed my body over the edge of his expansive desk, forcing papers to fly to the floor. Heat pooled between my legs, wetness coated my panties as my boss shoved my skirt up to my waist. With gentle force, he grabbed my wrists in his hand before the cool metal of cuffs bound my arms together.” I glanced up, and Cassie’s face was beet red, but I continued. “The thought of getting caught by another employee should have scared me, but instead, it thrilled me. I knew of Ethan’s history, his love of BDSM, and if that’s the way he wanted me, then that’s what I would give him. His deep voice rumbled, ‘I’m going to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked. Spread your legs and show me how wet you are… ’” I arched a brow and looked at Cassie. “Wow, Ethan’s a kinky fucker.”

She reached forward, offering me my camera. “Can I please have my book back?”
“Will you let me take a picture of you?”

She let out a resigned sigh. “Okay, if you stop reading.”

“Deal.”

Once we made the swap, my camera for her romance novel, she crossed her arms in front of her chest while still hanging on to her book. “How do you want me?”

“That’s a loaded question, but for now set the book down and lie on the chaise.”

 

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Meet the Authors

A.M. Madden:

A.M. Madden is a USA Today bestselling published author with Loveswept/Random House as well as Ever After Romance.

A.M. is a wife, a mother, an avid reader of romance novels, and now an author.

“It’s all about the HEA.”

A.M. Madden is the author of the popular Back-Up Series, as well as several other contemporary romances. She is also a published author with Loveswept/Random House.

Her debut novel was Back-up, the first in The Back-Up Series. In Back-Up, A.M.’s main character Jack Lair caused readers to swoon. They call themselves #LairLovers, and have been faithful supporters to Jack, as well to the rest of his band, Devil’s Lair.

A.M. truly believes that true love knows no bounds. In her books, she aspires to create fun, sexy, realistic romances that will stay with you after the last page has been turned. She strives to create characters that the reader can relate to and feel as if they know personally.

A self-proclaimed hopeless romantic, she loves getting lost in a good book. She also uses every free moment of her time writing, while spending quality time with her three handsome men. A.M. is a Gemini and an Italian Jersey girl, but despite her Zodiac sign, nationality, or home state, she is very easy going.

She loves the beach, loves to laugh, and loves the idea of love.

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Joanne Schwehm:

Joanne is a mother and wife and loves spending time with her family. She’s an avid sports watcher and enjoys the occasional round of golf.

Joanne loves to write and read romance. She believes everyone should have romance in their lives and hopes her books bring joy and happiness to readers who enjoy modern day fairy tales and breathless moments.

She is an independent romance author and has written several contemporary romance novels, including The Prescott Series, Ryker, A Heart’s Forgiveness, The Critic and The Chance series.

Joanne looks forward to sharing more love stories in her future novels.

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KFF’s on tour with CD Reiss’ all-new release in The Edge Series, ON THE EDGE

 

On the Edge, the next intense installment in The Edge Series from New York Times bestselling author CD Reiss, is available now!

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“In Iraq, I promised you a bed of rose petals.” He grabbed my hand under the table, tightening his grip as if he were falling from a precipice and our connection was the only thing saving him from certain death.

“They were beautiful.”

“You smell like apples. Roses were wrong.” There was nothing soft about his tone, but his quiet words were for me alone. “I want everything to be right for you.”

“Caden, look at me.”

I caught his gaze and held it. He was confident. Arrogant. Sure he had a place in the world. And under that was the man who needed me to be that place.

“If I could…” He smiled and shook his head at a silly thought he wanted to dismiss but couldn’t—a contradiction in keeping with the whole man I married. “If I could write my love in the sky, it wouldn’t be big enough. I’d run out of room. I’d fall out of the air trying to say it all.”

He was saying it all.

Every day.

And he was falling out of the sky to do it.

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Reviewed by Sharon Thérèse

I was a little concerned about On the Edge, book two in The Edge series since Rough Edge book one went beyond my wildest expectations. I could kick myself for doubting any different from Reiss as this story’s just as angst-ridden, just as raw and gritty and although questions I’d had were answered up to a certain extent, more arose. I’m also at a loss for words which is making this review a difficult one to write. But my biggest dilemma while sitting here is how on earth am I going to give this installment the justice it deserves without letting on! So, I’ll keep it brief.

Delving into Caden and Greyson’s thoughts, seeing how they grew close to each other with flashbacks and putting myself in their complex situation, left my emotions reeling. I never had any reason to query their everlasting love; however, what Caden is experiencing is extreme in the respect that it could jeopardize their marriage, his career and more important, his soundness of mind. Torn in two, this damaged man’s wife is prepared to go whole-hog to save him from himself, but will it be enough?

Caden well knows there’s no-one more compassionate and savvy professionally like Greyson. Her actions spoke louder than words, although her passion for the only man who has ever been able to satisfy her needs, does have its limits. And I’d hate to say why because I really want you to read it for yourselves! In the correct order too, I might add. That being said, Christine has offered all her readers a little-big gem prequel freebie, Cutting Edge. I devoured it in one sitting after putting this one down and on the author’s recommendation, you can read it as a starter, between each book but before her next release, Broken Edge, coming in July.

The protagonists’ honesty with one another is crucial. There’s no room for secrets, no room for prettying up what had already taken root. How Greyson deals with her husband’s malady literally overwhelming. And although Caden’s subconsciousness is holding back something of consequence, she still battles on regardless, her fortitude admirable.

Reiss’ storytelling has yet again got me hovering on the what-could-happen-next precipice. One thing is for sure. True love has no barriers in Reiss’ book. She narrates from the heart, she’s cracked it with a style which is only hers to own. Bravo!

 

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About the Author

CD Reiss is a New York Times bestseller. She still has to chop wood and carry water, which was buried in the fine print. Her lawyer is working it out with God but in the meantime, if you call and she doesn’t pick up she’s at the well hauling buckets.

Born in New York City, she moved to Hollywood, California to get her master’s degree in screenwriting from USC. In case you want to know, that went nowhere but it did give her a big enough ego to write novels.

She’s frequently referred to as the Shakespeare of Smut which is flattering but hasn’t ever gotten her out of chopping that cord of wood.

If you meet her in person, you should call her Christine.

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BLOG TOUR with A.K. Evan’s new release, OVERCOME


Today we’re on tour with A.K. Evans’ all-new release, OVERCOME! We are so excited to share Emma-Louise’s review with you, too!

Title: Overcome

Author: A.K. Evans

Genre: Contemporary Romance

About Overcome:

It only took a matter of moments for Lexi Townsend’s life to change. Her power was taken, her trust lost. Her bubbly personality was smothered by the depressing weight of shame and guilt.

Four years later, Lexi yearns to get back to the former version of herself. A stronger version. One who is no longer afraid to share her story, her body, and her trust. When Private Investigator Cruz Cunningham comes into her life, he proves he’s a man that’s deserving of her trust.

When multiple women in Windsor go missing, it launches Cruz and the Cunningham Security team into action. As Cruz digs deeper into the investigation, he’s torn between finding the missing women and protecting the woman he loves. Putting her faith in Cruz, Lexi never imagines that this case could destroy everything she’s worked so hard to overcome.

WARNING: This novel contains references to rape and sexual assault and may trigger discomfort in some readers.

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★ ★ ★ ★

Reviewed by Emma-Louise on behalf of KFF

When I saw the cover for this book, I expected a quiet little romance with an ounce of suspense. Nah ugh! Not what I got at all. I would be remiss if I left out the beautiful dedication this author wrote. It summarises so eloquently what this book encompasses, giving people back power that was ripped from them.

How on earth does someone move pass a tragedy such as the one that Lexi endures? How do you battle demons that are so ingrained into your psyche you struggle to unravel all the loose ends?

I have to admit I’m a little in love with Cruz after this book. He’s such a white knight. He had all the patience in the world when it comes to the events in this book and the way he was with Lexi blew my mind and melted by heart. Plus, my inner romantic swooned and grabbed a fan and an ice tea.

“Lexi…I’d never walk out on a woman like you.”

I won’t lie, the story starts slowly and builds to a large unexpected crescendo, but knowing what I do about the characters, it makes all the more sense as to why it would be a slow starter book.

‘That was when it happened.
I fell.
I fell so hard for Cruz, I wasn’t sure I’d ever get up.’

And I just have to add that I want to adopt Lexi’s brothers, Luke & Logan. Oh my word! Adorably sweet and devoted doesn’t even come close. Overcome is about acceptance and rediscovering who you are after tragedy. Lexi was a caterpillar in a cocoon that by the end of the book emerges as a beautiful butterfly free to go where she pleases. 

This is the second offering in the Cunningham Security Series; however, it is not necessary to read the first book Obsessed to enjoy what this author has created. I cannot thank the her enough for taking on such a topic and dealing with it so well. Well done Ms. Evans.

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“Do you want to come in for a while?” I asked.Cruz stepped just inside the door and closed it, but answered, “We both have a long week ahead of us and you’ve had a very busy weekend. I probably shouldn’t stay.”I put my hands to Cruz’s chest and shared, “I had a really great time tonight, Cruz. Thank you for giving this to me.”

“Happy to give it to you.”

“Can I give you something now in return?”

I felt Cruz’s fingertips dig in slightly at my hips before his hands moved around my waist and pulled me into his body.

“All I want is to know that you had a good time tonight,” he began. “I don’t expect nor do I want you to do anything for me in return.”

Disappointed, I dropped my gaze from his and stared at his throat.

“Why do you look like I’ve just crushed all your hopes and dreams?” Cruz asked.

I shook my head, feeling frustrated.

Cruz squeezed me a little tighter. “Look at me, Lex.”

I did as he asked.

Then, I felt the back of his knuckles brush along my cheek as he urged, “Tell me why you’re sad.”

“I feel pretty tonight,” I started. “For the first time in a very long time, I feel sexy and confident. All I wanted to do was kiss you before you left.”

I barely got the words out when Cruz’s mouth came crashing down on mine. With his lips pressed to mine, I slid my hands up his chest and around his neck. As our mouths opened and our tongues began to taste each other, my body melted further into his. One of Cruz’s arms stayed wrapped tight around the upper part of my back, but the other one…oh, the other one. It dipped lower and lower until it slid down over the curve of my ass.

I loved it, so I gave him a moan as encouragement.

He gave me a gentle squeeze.

I really loved that.

After a bit more squeezing, kissing, and moaning, Cruz tore his mouth from mine. His forehead resting on mine, we both fought to catch our breath.

Cruz did it arguably faster than me because he started speaking. “Don’t keep it in, Lexi.”

“What?”

Pulling his head back from mine, he instructed, “With me, you don’t have to hide anything. Give in to what you feel, Princess, no matter what it is. Scared, sexy, or anything in between. It doesn’t matter what it is; if it’s in me to see you through that, I will.”

And of everything he did for me in the last few minutes, what he had just said was what I loved most.

“I feel like I’m dreaming, Cruz. Are you even real?”

“It’s time to wake up, warrior. I’m as real as it gets.”

Once those words slipped out of his mouth, he pressed a kiss to the tip of my nose and declared, “I’m going to head out now.”

I let the disappointment of that wash over me for about two seconds before Cruz added, “I had a fantastic time tonight. And you were, by far, the most beautiful woman in the restaurant. Don’t think I’m leaving because I don’t like what I see. This wasn’t about me and what I want. Tonight was about giving you what you needed…giving you what someone took from you. I hope you got that back.”

Warmth spread through me. “I did, Cruz. I got that and so much more.”

 

About the Author

A.K. Evans is a married mother of two boys residing in a small town in northeastern Pennsylvania. After graduating from Lafayette College in 2004 with two degrees (one in English and one in Economics & Business), she pursued a career in the insurance and financial services industry. Not long after, Evans realized the career was not for her. She went on to manage her husband’s performance automotive business and drive the shop race cars for the next thirteen years. While the business afforded her freedoms she wouldn’t necessarily have had in a typical 9-5 job, after eleven years she was no longer receiving personal fulfillment from her chosen career path. Following many discussions, lots of thought, and tons of encouragement, Andrea decided to pursue her dream of becoming a writer.

Between her day job, writing, and homeschooling her two boys, Evans is left with very little free time. When she finds scraps of spare time, she enjoys reading, doing yoga, watching NY Rangers hockey, dancing, and vacationing with her family. Andrea, her husband, and her children are currently working on taking road trips to visit all 50 states (though, Alaska and Hawaii might require flights).

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

 

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Reviewed by Donna Elsegood on behalf of KFF

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

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

“Your music has no soul.”

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

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

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

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

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

 

 

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Knocked Up by Stacey Lynn

Publication Date: June 12th, 2018

Genre: Contemporary Romance

 

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

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

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

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4.5 Stars ~ Reviewed by Emma Louise
on behalf of KFF

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

“Is that—”

“Yup.” I cut him off.

“Um.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“This is embarrassing.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Yup.”

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

 

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About the Author

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

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

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