Title: The Man I Love

Series: The Fish Tales Book One

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: 16th June, 2014

Cover Designer: Tracy Kopsachilis




You never got over it. You just left it.

College freshman Erik Fiskare loves the theatre, but he’s more intrigued by the wizardry behind the red curtain than the spectacle center stage. That is, until Daisy Bianco steps into the spotlight. The moment Erik lays eyes on this ballerina, his atoms rearrange and the young stagehand will never be the same.

For two years, the romance thrives within a tight-knit circle of artists and friends. Then, a newcomer arrives–James, a brilliant but erratic dancer with a misguided infatuation and a burning desire to belong.

The consequences of an ill-fated love affair set a course for destruction and Erik’s world is torn apart. He clings to Daisy, but he soon discovers that in the face of heartache, grief and betrayal, love is not always enough. And sometimes, it’s everything.

Suanne Laqueur’s award-winning debut novel presents the dark side of devotion and the futility of running from the past. The Man I Love is an emotional journey of love and forgiveness that will linger long after the last page is turned.


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4.5 Stars

Reviewed by Sharon Thérèse

Going into The Man I Love without reading the blurb was the best thing I could have done. Afterwards, I decided to have a peek and came to the conclusion that for those of you who enjoy the element of surprise, love being held hostage by an incandescently construed story which won’t let you escape until the last page is turned, and are drawn to books with angst levels so high you won’t know where to put yourselves, this is for you! By no means is it a quick and easy read, nor is it to be devoured. I soon realised that the only way to fully appreciate this full-length standalone novel was to savour it by making myself comfortable and politely asking for no interruptions. Thankfully, my wish for the latter was granted. The male protagonist’s story is extraordinarily conceptualized and well-executed in the respect that whatever he did, right or wrong, made my heart race with either elation or sorrow. The timespan is an interesting point that needs to be mentioned, too. Obviously I had no idea what it would be; nonetheless, the length never bothered me, quite the reverse, this is a story I never wanted to end.

Erik Fiskare, aka Fish’s narrative is from his perspective in third person. It’s not my first choice storytelling technique but to be quite honest, his tale is woven with such precision that I really couldn’t have cared less if he’d acted out his feeling on stage. Many a true word said in jest because oh boy, what a play and a half this book would make! Having lived the conservatory experience with my son, I adored the ambience there, the social life and companionship between all of the players in a story where some scenarios nearly me destroyed me. The author’s character developed of Erik is as such that falling for him was on the cards long before Part Two began. Erik is a nice boy; the kind of boy you’d like your daughter to bring home. He likes what young people like, his family are everything and he’s a good student, a good stage apprentice. But more important, he has all the traits of a loyal friend. Ahh, all sounds very hunky-dory, doesn’t it? And it is. He’s never been happier doing what he does, having a fabulous best mate and a girlfriend he worships with his heart and soul. And then it isn’t. I found the build-up to the climax aggravatingly slow, but through no fault of the author’s since what she’d done in the interim, was tie me in knots and push my emotional limit to breaking point. I could feel something brewing, couldn’t quite put my finger on it, and to say I was concerned for Erik and the folk around him would be an understatement. In fact, I was simply petrified.  

What happened was so devastating, so cruel, I cried my eyes out. From there on in, lives spiral out of control. There are no breaks to stop the foreboding chaos on the horizon, or magic potions to cure the utter pain it leaves behind. Just hurt; pure and utter hurt. The repercussions of one mistake will be the catalyst of the story. And my heart broke again.

If Erik is one of the most amicable book guys I’ve meet in a while, his girlfriend, Daisy, has to be given the title of college diva extraordinaire. Talented and hard-working, she lightens up everyone’s day at the conservatory where she studies dance. The author’s descriptive writing really kicks in with a punch when Daisy’s doing dance routines with Erik’s buddy, Will. Not only did I feel as if I was peeping from behind the curtains backstage, but also learnt the names of their moves. Before they even become a couple, I connected to her. Her and Erik’s subtle flirting and caresses made me smile, their endearments and intimacy is nothing less than beautiful. Love blossoms into a unique entity which is only theirs.  

More often than not, minuscule details bore me. In this case, every single one of them was duly noted and lapped up. Interestingly, Ms Laqueur doesn’t let the reader forget the most important ones as she recaps on them in either banter or when certain past actions are related to the present. And the banter between all the characters is beyond remarkable. No-one, including the reader, is left unscathed in the aftermath of tragedy, abandonment and estrangement. Therefore having a couple of man-sized hankies nearby might not be a bad idea. The Man I Loved brought out all those feelings I look for in a good read. I cursed in frustration at Erik, I laughed out loud with Will and he’s daft turn of phrases, I wept for Daisy. Ms Laqueur’s writing knows no bounds and appears to have no limits so where then, did the half a star go to! I reached the end with a strong urge to carrying on reading, I wanted more! That being said, I can’t thank the author enough for this deeply touching offering. Bravo!  

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suanneSuanne Laqueur graduated from Alfred University with a double major in dance and theater. She taught at the Carol Bierman School of Ballet Arts in Croton-on-Hudson for ten years. An avid reader, cook and gardener, she started her blog EatsReadsThinks in 2010. Her debut novel, The Man I Love, won a gold medal in the 2015 Readers’ Favorite Book Awards and a gold medal for Best Debut Author from Feathered Quill Book Awards.

With her Fish Tales series, Laqueur has gone from choreographing dancers to choreographing words. Her goal is to create a new kind of emotionally-intelligent romance that appeals to the experience of all readers, crossing gender, age and genre.

Suanne lives in Westchester County, New York with her husband and two children.

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Sinful Distraction by London Hale releases August 1!!!

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She’s the one thing he won’t give up on
The calls started a year ago. I needed an easy release, and he was there, for a price. One call turned into two, and before I knew it, I was falling for the voice on the other end of the line. When he shows up and introduces himself as the newest firefighter on the island, I’m terrified…at first. As the mayor, the last thing I need is a scandal. But Riley won’t take no for an answer, and I’m finding it hard to refuse him.

He’s a distraction she can’t afford
Kate, the mayor of Temperance Falls, has a naughty little secret. Except I’m not so little and a hell of a lot more than just naughty. A year of weekly phone calls with our identities disguised has left me craving more. Being together could ruin everything she’s worked for, but there’s no turning back. Now that we’ve actually met, now that I’ve had a taste, nothing will stand in my way of making her mine.

London Hale’s books can be read in any order, or as standalones. Looking for something quick, filthy, and taboo with a guaranteed HEA and no cheating? Sinful Distraction delivers.

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Also In The Temperance Falls Selling Sin Series (exclusively on Amazon and #FREE in KU!):
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Other Quick, Filthy, Taboo Stories by London:
Daddy’s Best Friend (Experience Counts Book 1) →
The DILF (Experience Counts Book 2) →
Nanny with Benefits (Experience Counts Book 3) →

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About London Hale:
London Hale is the combined pen name of writing besties Ellis Leigh and Brighton Walsh. Between them, they’ve published more than thirty books in the contemporary romance, paranormal romance, and romantic suspense genres. Ellis is a USA Today bestselling author who loves coffee, thinks green Skittles are the best, and prefers to stay in every weekend. Brighton is multi-published with Berkley, St. Martin’s Press, and Carina Press. She hates coffee, thinks green Skittles are the work of the devil, and has never heard of a party she didn’t want to attend. Don’t ask how they became such good friends or work so well together—they still haven’t figured it out themselves.


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               NEW RELEASE ~ REVIEW BLITZ                       BEAUTIFUL MISTAKE by VI KEELAND


The first time I met Caine West was in a bar.

He noticed me looking his way and mistakenly read my scowling as checking him out.

When he attempted to talk to me, I set him straight—telling him what I thought of his lying, cheating, egomaniacal ass.

You see, the gorgeous jerk had wined and dined my best friend–smooth talking her into his bed, all along failing to mention that he was married.

He deserved every bit of my tongue-lashing and more for what he’d done.

Especially when that lazy smile graced his perfect face in response to my rant.

Only it turned out, the man I’d just told off wasn’t the right guy.

Oops. My mistake.

Embarrassed, I slunk out without an apology.

I was never going to see the handsome stranger again anyway, right?

That’s what I thought…until I walked into class the next morning.

Well, hello Professor West, I’m your new teaching assistant.

I’ll be working under you…figuratively speaking.

Although the literal interpretation might not be such a bad thing—working under Professor West.

This was going to be interesting…




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★ ★ ★ ★ ★

Reviewed by Sharon Thérèse

There’s no stopping one of my all-time favourite authors, Vi Keeland. Her last release I adored, but this one kindled my every feeling, aroused my every emotion and the sheer fact that I couldn’t put it down, that I read it from beginning to end without coming up for air, speaks for itself. In fact, I took it step further; I reread it. And to say this has to be her best standalone novel yet would be putting it mildly. How could I possibly find fault with this novel when for me, the power of the story is as such that I’ll never forget it. Also, I had the strangest sensation. I felt as if I was being led on a leash to wherever the author deemed fit. Throughout the book, the pacing was relentless; the author’s words titillated with no let up, no pauses or breaks. Albeit what she had in store stopped me in my tracks, after much thought, I don’t think I wanted it to see what was coming. I couldn’t ever have imagined that such a climax in a story would leave me utterly gobsmacked, either. Something else; I wasn’t the only one who literally lost their bearings.

What caught my attention straightaway was the character development. It took me no time at all to get to know Rachel Martin who crosses paths with Caine West in the most peculiar of circumstances. She’s a tad clumsy, has problems being punctual which I found adorable, and a tendency to babble on making her character especially realistic. Although Caine has much more professional experience than her, both of them are on the same wavelength at work, yep…her turning out to be his assistant was a surprise and a half. But they are different in the respect that neither are looking for the same thing. Their age gap I found just right; however, as the story progressed, this detail would sow a seed of suspicion. Even though Rachel’s learnt to live with her past, the reader has to wait quite a while before discovering what happened. Caine’s is like a jigsaw puzzle, granted, not a really unhappy one. I didn’t dislike the young Caine but ooh boy, was he eaten up with guilt!   

Trying to connect with Caine wasn’t a piece of cake, but this detail does make the contrast between the two interesting. There are many reasons why I love reading stories with a split narrative. Here, the author went to town by construing an unusual one. Caine’s story goes back in time, is told in separate chapters and in first person giving the reader the opportunity to understand why he is like he is in present day. Rachel’s story is also told in first person past, but takes up more of the book for reasons to be revealed and despite the writing structure, I felt as if I was there alongside them. I can honestly say that what the author’s done, has made for an extremely enjoyable read. At no point did it feel convoluted. I might have wanted them both to come clean with each other, but by holding back the truth was what gave the whole plot substance.  

Caine is gorgeous, sometimes a tad grumpy and more than often, cocky. But there were moments when I couldn’t read for tears because this lovable guy’s sufferance became mine. Letting go of the past, forgiving oneself and learning to live in the present is exactly what this story is about and none of these issues are an easy feat to conquer. So, keep a box of tissues handy because if you’re like me, you’re going to be emptying the contents! On a softer note, one of the author’s fortes is sassy banter and she’s made sure her readers get plenty of it. Of course, the heroine always has a lot to say, so how could I have expected less! Ooh, nearly forgot to mention the intimate scenes! If I just said read the book and find out for yourselves or…psst, steaminess abounds!  

Diving into this story without having an idea about anything has turned out to be an incredible experience. But I must say that after finishing the book, yep… happy dancing ‘cause the ending was more than I could have wished for, I did read the blurb. The author has clearly gone to great lengths not to let on, I too, hope I haven’t spoilt this read for you. This book is simply Ms Keeland’s most Beautiful Mistake. BRAVO!

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Vi Keeland is a #1 New York Times Bestselling author. With more than 1.5 million books sold, her titles have appeared in over eighty Bestseller lists and are currently translated in sixteen languages. She resides in New York with her husband and their three children where she is living out her own happily ever after with the boy she met at age six.

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                          Check out this teaser for                                 TWISTED TWOSOME by Meghan Quinn

A NA Romantic Comedy coming 3rd August


Racer McKay is a broody bastard.

From the moment I met him, he’s been rude, irritable, and unbearable.

A contractor working to remodel my parents pool house for extra cash, he stomps around in those clunky construction boots with his tool belt wrapped around his narrow waist, and a chip on his shoulder.

Racer McKay is also infuriatingly . . . sexy as hell. I want to take that pencil tucked behind his ear, and draw lazy lines slowly up and down his body all the while wanting to strangle him at the same time.

We try to stay out of each other’s way . . . that is until I have no other option but to ask for his help.

But what I don’t realize is he needs me just as much as I need him. I have money he’s desperate for, and he holds the key to making my dreams come true.

Our pranks turn from sarcastic banter, to sexual tension and lust-filled glances. Bickering matches quickly morph into slow burn moments. We’re hot, we’re cold. We push and pull. I need him, I don’t want him. We’re on the verge of combusting with an agreement dangling dangerously between us. Neither one of us can afford to lose one another and yet, we’re finding it quite hard to decipher the line that rests between love and hate.

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

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

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

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                                      BLOG TOUR                                                 STEAL by RACHEL VAN DYKEN


Steal, an all-new sexy standalone from #1 New York Times Bestseller Rachel Van Dyken is available now!!


Steal by Rachel Van Dyken

Release Date: July 3rd

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Steal, the follow-up standalone rockstar romance to the #1 NYT Bestseller Keep…

It’s easy to lose yourself in someone you love.

Easier to lose yourself in someone you hate…

I didn’t think it could get any worse than having to babysit a bunch of spoiled musicians on set — keeping them out of trouble is a cakewalk compared to seeing my ex every day.

Seaside, Oregon isn’t big enough for the both of us.

She hates me.

I loathe her.

The plan was simple — stay the hell away and make sure she gets to set on time.

What I didn’t expect was to be faced with our past in front of an audience — and be forced to face it again.

It’s torture.

The way she looks at me.

The way I try to look through her.

Words left unsaid.

The lingering aftermath still as powerful as ever.

I feed the chasm between us, for fear that she’ll make me feel again — and steal the last shred of heart I have left.

We have everything but each other.

It’s not enough.

Not when you’ve lost love.

And replaced it with the only thing left — hate.

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I blinked up at the white ceiling, willing the tears to dry. Praying they wouldn’t slip free — because once they were loose there was no stopping the onslaught of emotion that would follow, the devastation, the earth-shattering realization that nothing would ever be the same between us. Not if he could help it — and not with me constantly pushing him.

But at least pushing him got me a reaction that proved he wasn’t a complete indifferent sociopath.

I refused to let him get to me.

With a sigh I turned onto my side and stared out the window imagining a different time a different place, where he was by my side — and promised to never leave.

That and the way his hands ran down my skin like he was getting ready to worship me the way he used to.

Only his face hadn’t been filled with wonder — disgust was more like it.

I clung to the anger like a blanket. It was the only way to sleep, the only way I was able to close my eyes and pray the sickness in my chest away.

Anger forced me to focus on doing my job and getting as far away from my past as possible.

Weakness would just make me sad.

It would make me that — weak;

And I knew where that road led.

It led me directly back to all the things that turned me down that road in the first place.

Not being good enough.

Pretty enough.

Funny enough.

Weakness led me to a false sense of strength.

And my number one weakness had always been Will Sutherland.

It was possible — to give so much of your heart and soul to a person that you lost who you were.

I became a different person with him — a person I thought I needed to be in order to compete in our world. A person our world told me I had no choice but to become in order to stay relevant.

I punched my pillow one last time and attempted to sleep.

Two hours later, when sleep still wouldn’t come, I padded my way into the kitchen and made coffee, then laid my head against the couch and thought about the way his lips felt on my ear.

Inches from my neck.

Breaths from my body.

I ached for him in ways I never knew existed.

And I relished in the ache just like I relished in the anger, because at least that meant it had happened, and at least that meant I knew he was a bad choice I wasn’t willing to make again.

A weakness that wouldn’t just hurt me.

But kill me.

Sometime around one in the morning when the clock on the microwave blinked at me with an intensity that started a pulsing headache to form — I stumbled over to the couch and face planted — the last thought in my head was of the Sutherland Sunset — and how it had once been my anchor until it turned into my hell.

What a joke.

What a cruel joke.

“You made coffee.” Will’s smooth voice interrupted what had been a completely dreamless sleep.

I didn’t have the energy to respond with anything other than a grunt.

“Still not a morning person,” he commented. His footsteps might as well be sledgehammers drilling into the wood floor.

“Why?” I croaked.

The walking stopped. Lights flicked on. I shivered and cursed him to Hell as he poked his head over the couch and had the audacity to smile. “Why what?”

My eyes narrowed. “Talking.”

“Why talking?” He took a sip out of the blue mug I’d been drinking out of earlier that morning; he must have reheated the coffee. “Still really eloquent in the morning I see.” Another annoying sip. The terrorist didn’t even offer me any! Just kept loudly sipping while staring at me with a stupid ass grin on his face like it was a joy to be awake at… wait, what time was it?

I jolted to a sitting position, my pounding headache still wasn’t gone, in fact it was worse, probably brought on by Will’s cheerful demeanor and loud walking. “What time is it?”

“You have twenty minutes until you’re expected on set.” His voice was calm behind me, warm. If I closed my eyes I could almost imagine his body was about to wrap around me like a blanket, I’d tuck my feet under my body and rest my head on his shoulder, we’d share a cup of coffee like we used to and watch the news before work.

It took us one date to become inseparable.

Our trailers side by side.


Finishing sentences.

Eating off each other’s plates.

Sharing inside jokes.

Not to mention, Will had been my first.

I shivered as his footsteps moved away from me taking his body right along with them.

That was the past.

It needed to stay there.

With a sigh, I shot up to my feet and started making my way back to my room.

I only made it about one foot before Will started cursing.

Panicked, I froze and then turned around. “What’s wrong?”

His eyes narrowed over the rim of the blue cup, “I’m just trying to decide if you’re doing it on purpose.”

“Doing what?” Okay now I was getting annoyed. And the man wouldn’t stop slurping his coffee as though he didn’t know how to sip like a grown up!

He shrugged one of his shoulders. “Wearing no clothes.”


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Rachel Van Dyken is the New York Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today Bestselling author of regency and contemporary romances. When she’s not writing you can find her drinking coffee at Starbucks and plotting her next book while watching The Bachelor.

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                                  RELEASE BLITZ                                    THE SHAPE OF YOU by FELICE STEVENS

Author: Felice Stevens

Title: The Shape of You

Genre: M/M Contemporary Romance

Release Date: 29th June, 2017



Too big. Too fat.

All his life Eric Sontag has judged himself on his size, believing love and friendship aren’t in the cards for someone like him. Tired of being alone and scared of his doctor’s warnings, he enrolls in a nutrition support group, determined to change his life. When a beautiful thin man sits next to him, he can’t believe they have anything in common, but conversation between the two soon proves first impressions aren’t always what they seem.

Drifter. Loner.

Corey DeSantis has always been the scrawny waif; he’s tired of struggling with his art and with life. Scarred by the disappearance and death of his drug-addicted mother, he doesn’t wish for love, believing it will bring him nothing but pain in the end. Now his only hunger in life is his desire to paint…until a health scare and his mentor force him to attend a nutrition class where he meets a man who piques his interest. One drunken kiss later, Eric is all Corey can think about.

The same, yet different.

An unlikely friendship is born with both men wanting more but afraid to listen to their well-guarded hearts. When Corey receives shocking news leaving him angry and helpless, it’s Eric he turns to, to help see him through, while a surprising career opportunity finds Eric leaning on Corey for advice. One night of explosive passion leads to a second and soon neither man can imagine a life without the other. Life is shaped by the challenges accepted and roads not taken but as Corey and Eric walk the path together, they’ll discover the most beautiful destination of all. Love.

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Reviewed by Klaire Sutherland on behalf of KFF

I loved the sound of the blurb and was quite eager to read The Shape of You from Felice Stevens. I’ve read a fair bit of this author’s work and am familiar with her style, so I know what I’m getting when I open my kindle.

The Shape of You started off great, the plot line giving new meaning to opposites attract, both main characters certainly did. Corey and Eric seemed engaging enough. I liked Eric far more than Corey but I failed to fall in love with either men. Corey’s story hit a chord with me and I absolutely understood his demons. I was “that” kid too, most likely why he resonated with me. While I got his issues, I didn’t altogether feel all that enamoured with him as a character. Eric had a subtle quietness to him that I found I really liked, his oafish qualities will certainly appeal to the reader. I was rooting for Eric from the start.

Whilst the book started off well, it petered out after a while, sadly the story lost its steam rather quickly. Thus, it made for a stop/start kind of read for me, which is never good, I wasn’t invested enough in the overall book to read in one sitting. I wondered if perhaps it was the fact that the guys were nice and I wasn’t used to reading those kinds of characters. On reflection that wasn’t it, I’d just recently read a “nice guy” book and didn’t have the same feeling. I think it lacked action. It could be argued The Shape of You is a slow burner but I’d have to disagree. It just lacked in places. The storyline flatlined for me at about 65% so I was left feeling extremely disappointed, as it was the same with the last book I read from this author. Perhaps the vocations weren’t riveting enough to keep my attention, plus dieting is a tricky subject to keep engaging – who knows?

I did enjoy the fact that The Shape of You had quite the unique storyline, coupled with the author’s writing style I really wished this had been the book I wanted. I’d still encourage people to read, I see the appeal and honestly – we all read differently. Sadly, this one was not for me.

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I have always been a romantic at heart. I believe that while life is tough, there is always a happy ending around the corner, my characters have to work for it, however. Like life in NYC, nothing comes easy and that includes love.

I live in New York City with my husband and two children and hopefully soon a cat of my own. My day begins with a lot of caffeine and ends with a glass or two of red wine. I practice law but daydream of a time when I can sit by a beach somewhere and write beautiful stories of men falling in love. Although there is bound to be a few bumps along the way, a Happily Ever After is always guaranteed.

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                               EXCERPT REVEAL                                          TRAIN WRECK by T. GEPHART




“No passion, no emotion, no originality—a train wreck of epic portions.”

Those were the words to describe Eve Thorton’s exhibition. Not even a fine arts degree from Yale or her daddy’s bank account could save her from the scathing reviews. And failure was a word Eve would never be comfortable with. Not even close.

Plotting the demise of every critic who’d written her off was her first instinct. But that would come later. Instead, she would show them that she wasn’t a bored socialite with more money than talent.

She would prove everyone wrong, and she wasn’t afraid to get her hands dirty. But when her journey for redemption crashed headfirst into Josh Logan, the sexy, talented tattooist from Queens, getting her hands dirty took on a whole new meaning.

Josh was everything Eve wasn’t, translating on skin what she couldn’t onto her canvas. All she had to do was convince him to share his jaw-dropping brilliance, and help her—seeing him naked—a bonus. Then she could go back to her regular life, vindicated.

It should have been easy. Pity her plans had a habit of derailing.

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Kitty had said Josh Logan was gorgeous.

Her description was tall, athletic and covered in exquisite wearable art.

With jet-black hair that was cropped short except for the top which he wore longer and combed back. Sort of like Elvis, but a thousand times hotter, and without the retro clothes.

So, I had been mentally prepared for a decent looking guy. But I had just shipped off all of Oliver’s stuff and scruffy guys with tattoos weren’t really my thing. Besides, I was here for a purpose, and that was not to get a date. I was a professional and this was New York, and gorgeous men were everywhere. It’s not like I was a bag of hormones incapable of using her head.

Yet all it took was a single freaking smile.

How it was even possible was beyond me, but Kitty severely understated.

Josh Logan was well over six-foot and built like a South American soccer player. You know the kind—hot, toned, and looked fabulous in their underwear on the side of a building. Sadly, Josh was wearing clothes—a fantastic pair of jeans and a black fitted T-shirt that hugged his arms and chest so lovingly it needed a standing ovation.

And those eyes? Wowzas. Perfect cerulean blue.

Tattoo Jesus was freaking HOT.

And another thing, his tattoos were insane. Each perfectly toned arm was covered in intricate designs that went all the way up into his sleeves where they were tragically hidden by his T-shirt. Then the color reappeared, snaking up his neckline. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to lick his skin or hang it on a wall. Oh, that sounded bad. Yeah. Hanging it on the wall sounded creepy. Licking. Licking was better.

I had been a locked vault. Kept it together and pretended he wasn’t the hottest man I’d seen. I’d even managed to carry on a conversation, completely hiding the fact my panties had disintegrated the minute he’d walked into the room. That, my friends, was where the real talent was.

Meet T. Gephart

T Gephart is an indie author from Melbourne, Australia.

T’s approach to life has been somewhat unconventional. Rather than going to University, she jumped on a plane to Los Angeles, USA in search of adventure. While this first trip left her somewhat underwhelmed and largely depleted of funds it fueled her appetite for travel and life experience.

With a rather eclectic resume, which reads more like the fiction she writes than an actual employment history, T struggled to find her niche in the world.

While on a subsequent trip the United States in 1999, T met and married her husband. Their whirlwind courtship and interesting impromptu convenience store wedding set the tone for their life together, which is anything but ordinary. They have lived in Louisiana, Guam and Australia and have travelled extensively throughout the US. T has two beautiful young children and one four legged child, Woodley the wonder dog.

An avid reader, T became increasingly frustrated by the lack of strong female characters in the books she was reading. She wanted to read about a woman she could identify with, someone strong, independent and confident who didn’t lack femininity. Out of this need, she decided to pen her first book, A Twist of Fate. She enjoyed the process so much that when it was over she couldn’t let it go.

T loves to travel, laugh and surround herself with colourful characters. This inevitably spills into her writing and makes for an interesting journey – she is well and truly enjoying the ride!

Based on her life experiences, T has plenty of material for her books and has a wealth of ideas to keep you all enthralled.

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