Chaser by Kylie Scott ~ Review & Exceprt ~


Love isn’t always NEAT…

Given his well-earned bad boy reputation, Eric is having a tough time scoring.. When single Jean moves to town, she seems heaven-sent by the sex gods. Only problem is, she not only wants nothing to do with him, but it turns out that she’s pregnant. Starting over in a small town, Jean is determined to turn her wild lifestyle around and be the kind of mother she always wished she’d had. Since local bar owner and all-round hottie, Eric Collins, is now determined to steer clear of her pregnant self, it should be easy. When she goes into labor during a snow storm and her car slides on some ice, it’s Eric who comes to the rescue. There seems to be a bond between them now, but is it enough? And can Eric give up his manwhore ways to be the man Jean needs?





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I just fell in love with a F*ck Boy. No, seriously. That's all Eric has ever been throughout the Dive Bar Series– an adorable womanizing F*ck Boy. That is, until Jean walked into the bar.

There is nothing better than joining in on a journey where a static character finally starts evolving. It’s also riveting to see how he reacts to the reaction of those around him. Why believe the guy who has always been the lackadaisical playboy? Why give him the chance to change, to grow, and to become more?

It seems that finding someone who knows nothing of a promiscuous past is the key; but not only that. It’s finding someone who challenges him to do better, be better, and to feel and care for more than himself: someone who also comes with a beautiful little bundle of joy.

All-n-all, this was a great read. I fell in love with a character I had no desire to like and became angry when others didn't give him a chance to prove himself. It’s a great formula for a story of romance and self-redemption.

5 STARS
~Tanja


             

I’d been tricked. Betrayed. After Andre and Jean ate their lunch, we headed outside to deal with her stuff. The cold wind suited my mood to perfection. Talk about disappointed. “Don’t lift that, it looks heavy,” I snapped. Jean blinked. “It’s a pillow.” “The world’s largest pillow ever. You can’t be too careful.” My gaze roamed over her swollen middle. “You’re . . .” “Pregnant?” she asked with a voice dripping poison and sugar. “Are you having trouble with the concept?” “Absolutely not. I was just going to say huge, that’s all.” She blew out an exasperated breath. “Thanks, Eric. That makes me feel so much better.” “I just . . .” “Don’t bother.” The woman turned back to her sensible, medium-sized SUV and got busy riffling through the contents. I was surprised she’d been able to squeeze into the driver’s seat. Boxes and stuff took up almost every inch inside the vehicle. Each and every box seemed to have been neatly labeled with the contents. The woman took her organization seriously. She looked over her shoulder. “You know, I can’t help noticing that Eric-the-smooth-moving-flirt has been suddenly replaced by Eric-the-awkward-jerk.” “Well, you said you were single.” I folded my arms defensively across my chest. “I am.” And then there was an awkward silence. “Yeah, but . . . I mean, in your condition . . .” I fumbled to a halt. She turned, face all scrunched up. Like I was the one with the problem. “Just hop out of the way so I can grab some boxes,” I said, voice gruff. Still nothing from her. “It’s a second-story walk-up and you have a lot of stuff to get up there. You should be taking it easy.” Hands on hips, I tapped my black leather boot against the sidewalk, waiting her out. “Jean, I’m not trying to insult you. It’s the truth.” She swore quietly, going back to fussing with the contents in the vehicle. I don’t think any woman has ever given me the silent treatment quite this quickly. Usually I’m good for at least a couple of hours after seeing them naked. Man, I still couldn’t believe this was happening. God hated me or something. Pregnant women and me were enema. Anathema. Whatever. Now that I’d seen her out in the autumn light, however, she looked younger than I’d first guessed. Despite her tired eyes, her skin was smooth, soft looking. She was likely closer to her early twenties than mid. “How old are you?” I asked. “Why do you care?” I shrugged one shoulder. “Just curious.” “How old are you?” “Nearly thirty.” She sniffed. “I’m twenty-two.” Young, like I’d thought. She was probably too immature for me, anyway. “Come on, Jean. Let me get some of the boxes.” Boyd ambled out of the Dive Bar, turning his head this way and that, looking up and down the street. I raised my hand and he started over in our direction. The big cook would make short work out of moving all this stuff. Behind us, Andre and Nell came out of the tenants’ entrance to the Bird Building. The place was a big brick building about a hundred years old. Just past the door was an entryway with stairs leading up to the second floor, followed by two empty shops, their windows covered in flyers about local events. Concerts and parades and shit. They’d been vacant for a while, unfortunately. Andre’s Guitar Den came next, then Pat’s tattoo parlor Inkaho, and the Dive Bar on the corner. “Everything’s good to go. Alex and I gave it a cleaning last week just to be sure,” said Nell, smacking a kiss on Jean’s cheek. “You’ll meet Alex later. She’s probably busy working or something now. She’s sort of a shut-in.” “You two didn’t have to do that,” said Jean. “Thank you.” “Anytime.” Andre leaned against the SUV. “Your furniture got delivered yesterday too, so it’s all good to go.” “Excellent,” said Jean. “I can’t wait to sleep in a decent bed again. Road trips when you’re seven months’ pregnant kind of suck.” “I bet.” “Who’s minding the kitchen?” I asked. “Lydia will text Boyd if they need something,” said Nell. “We’re only going to be a few feet away from the place.” I frowned. “I own the kitchen, Eric. Not you,” she said. “You’re in charge of the bar, that’s all.” One of Jean’s eyebrows inched up slightly. So I might have implied that I was the sole owner. Shit happened. I crossed my arms. “Fine. No need to bite my head off.” “My best online friend just moved to town. We’ve been texting and skyping for months. She’s been an absolute rock for me through all the nerves of being pregnant again,” said Nell. “Stop messing with my happy.” And then there was an awkward silence. Great. If only there was some way to get out of helping without looking like a raging asshole. The possibility of anything happening between me and Jean had been buried six feet deep, never to be spoken of again.   

  
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Kylie is a New York Times and USA Today best-selling author. She was voted Australian Romance Writer of the year, 2013 & 2014, by the Australian Romance Writer’s Association and her books have been translated into eleven different languages. She is a long time fan of romance, rock music, and B-grade horror films. Based in Queensland, Australia with her two children and husband, she reads, writes and never dithers around on the internet. You can learn more about Kylie from http://www.kylie-scott.com/  


    

Love at Last by Claudia Connor




Title: Love at Last
Author: Claudia Connor
Genre: Standalone Contemporary Romance
Release Date: April 24, 2018



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All new romance from New York Times Bestselling Author Claudia Connor…

How many times can you be unlucky in love before you decide it’s not luck, it’s you?

With her ex-groom's words, I’m in love with someone else, still ringing in her ears, Clare Franklin flies off alone to her would-be honeymoon. Forced to accept not everyone gets that happily ever after she’s always dreamed of, she’s done with men. Until she gets tangled up, quite literally, with one sexy veterinarian. 

The only thing Dr Deacon Montgomery wants is to share his surgical expertise and get back to his two year old twin daughters. But, the connection he feels with Clare highlights just how alone he really is and makes him wonder if he can be more than doctor and daddy.

Long talks and moonlit walks under the rustle of palms has Clare thinking maybe she gave up on love too soon. Until one phone call from home changes everything.







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His wide, warm palm grazed her lower back as they wove their way through the tables to the exit. They crossed over the water garden in silence, slowing as they reached a fork in the path. 
“Which way?” Deacon asked. “I’ll walk you back.” 
“That’s sweet, but you really don’t have to. It’s a five-star resort, not downtown Los Angeles.”
Deacon kept walking. “True. But you know, I took you to dinner and all.” 
She arched a brow at him. “It’s also an all-inclusive resort. Maybe I took you.” 
“Maybe you did.” 
He flashed her that slightly lopsided grin that hit her right in the chest. She conceded to the walk, and together, they followed the brick path. The resort was dark, but lights along the sidewalk lit the path and shined up the skinny gray trunks of the swaying palms. It was quiet, and when they didn’t pass even one other person, she was glad he was walking her back. 
She slowed as they came to the breezeway leading to her building and pointed up the steps to the second floor. “I’m up there, so…”
Deacon started up the steps. “I’ll walk you to the door. I’m funny like that.” 
She probably should have said no, insisted that she could make it to her door on her own. Because of course she could. But she didn’t insist, just followed enormously glad she’d removed the HONEYMOON banner from her door. 
They reached her room, and she turned to face him. Just the two of them now, up here, alone at her door. She felt a slight buzzing in her head that had nothing to do with alcohol.
“Well, Clare of the here and now.”
She rolled her eyes at the reminder of her earlier word-vomit ramble. “It was nice to meet you.” She stuck out her hand, hoping it wasn’t sweaty. 
“It was nice to meet you, too.” 
It didn’t feel like a simple handshake as he wrapped his fingers around hers. “I had fun tonight. You turned what might have been a horrible night into something surprisingly nice.” 
“I’m glad.” 
“Thank you for catching me and saving my top and for dinner and talking and…” And maybe she could stoptalking. 
“You’re welcome.”
A frog gave a low croak, and another answered, but she figured the pounding of her heart was louder. 
The buzzing in her head grew louder, and she felt dizzy from looking into his eyes and staring at his lips because she wanted him to kiss her. She wanted to feel those smooth, firm lips on hers, to taste him and feel his arms around her.I'm losing my mind.
“You’re beautiful,” he said. “I’ve been wanting to say that all night.” He lifted his hand and lightly brushed his thumb over her cheek.
Then he leaned in, and she moved. Just…moved. In and up, her fingers twisting in the front of his shirt. She was just falling into the taste of him, just getting that warm, tingling flood of a first kiss when her brain fully registered that he’d been leaning in to kiss her cheek
“I’m sorry.” She swallowed hard, felt a stinging heat flooding into her cheeks, and wished desperately to disappear. Deacon was staring at her in complete confusion. That made two of them. “I’m… really sorry.” 
She spun to her door. A stiff wind sang through the open-air hallway, slapping her hair across her eyes. How she got her key in the lock, she had no idea. Mumbling one more apology over her shoulder, she opened the door and closed it behind her. She stood, heart pounding in mortification, her lips buzzing. 
The champagne glasses and fruit and cheese tray had been cleared. The bed had been turned back, and the damn swans were back, nestled in the center of the bed and kissing right on their terrycloth lips.



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Claudia Connor is the author of the New York Times and USA Today Bestselling series, The McKinney Brothers. Her debut novel, WORTH THE FALL, hit the New York Times Bestsellers list in 2014 and received numerous Best Contemporary Romance of 2014 accolades.

Claudia attended Auburn University, where she received her undergraduate and master’s degrees in early childhood education. After teaching kindergarten and first grade for ten years, she retired to be a full-time mom to her three daughters. Always a lover of books, and always one to have stories playing in her mind, she decided to try her hand at writing. It took seven years to finish her first novel and a new love was born.

Claudia lives near Memphis, Tennessee with her husband, three daughters, two cats, and a singer-songwriter Siberian Husky. She continues to write warm, heartfelt, and emotional romances with a bit of steam, a lot of family and always a happily ever after.


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Before I Let You Go by Kelly Rimmer

The 2:00 a.m. call is the first time Lexie Vidler has heard her sister’s voice in years. Annie is a drug addict, a thief, a liar—and in trouble, again. Lexie has always bailed Annie out, given her money, a place to sleep, sent her to every kind of rehab. But this time, she’s not just strung out—she’s pregnant and in premature labor. If she goes to the hospital, she’ll lose custody of her baby—maybe even go to prison. But the alternative is unthinkable.

As weeks unfold, Lexie finds herself caring for her fragile newborn niece while her carefully ordered life is collapsing around her. She’s in danger of losing her job, and her fiancĂ© only has so much patience for Annie’s drama. In court-ordered rehab, Annie attempts to halt her downward spiral by confronting long-buried secrets from the sisters’ childhood, ghosts that Lexie doesn’t want to face. But will the journey heal Annie, or lead her down a darker path?

Both candid and compassionate, Before I Let You Go explores a hotly divisive topic and asks how far the ties of family love can be stretched before they finally break.

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Touching, raw, honest, and real. From the moment this book found its way into my hands I was intrigued. The beautiful cover and deckled edges not only make this a beautiful book physically, but the well-written content fills you with such heart-wrenching emotion you simply can not put it down.

Before I Let You Go is a book that will stick. I find myself revisiting chapters over and over so that fully understand the gravity played out in its pages. 

An intently heartbreaking and ponderable read.

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Kelly Rimmer is the USA Today bestselling women’s fiction author of five novels, including Me Without You and The Secret Daughter. She lives in rural Australia with her husband, 2 children and fantastically naughty dogs, Sully and Basil. Her novels have been translated into more than 20 languages.

Epoch, the conclusion to the Transcend Duet by Jewel E. Ann, is LIVE!


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Some lives end unfinished, and some transcend time.
After a horrific incident, Swayze finds herself trapped between two lives. Patchy memories and fear for her own safety thrust her into a gut-wrenching journey to uncover the truth.
Will she let her dreams slip away to seek retribution and find the missing pieces to a puzzle that existed a lifetime ago?
“I’m not going to watch you self-destruct. I’m not going to watch you fall in love with another man.”
Or will she discover the only truth that matters?
Epoch pushes the boundaries of what we believe and what we know. It redefines fate and proves that the only thing separating the heart and the soul is an infinite timeline.
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Callback by Katana Collins ~with Mini Review

Callback, an all-new sexy romance from Katana Collins is available NOW!

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There’s no limit to what’s between us...
Marlena
Everyone has their limits. Mine? It's one that should have never been crossed. Now thanks to my ex-boyfriend, all of Hollywood thinks the only way I get my roles is by way of the “casting couch.” You can imagine how my auditions go these days. This town has enough real scandals without him adding fake ones to the mix. But I have a plan. And it was going so well... until Jude Fisher came along.
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When my ex-wife sold the footage of herself cheating on me with another man, I was done. With scandal, with her, with all the fakeness this industry thrives on. Finding her as the only actress up for co-lead in my new movie was the last thing I needed. Then Marlena Taylor auditioned, and I found everything I need. A gifted actress, a natural in and out of character… and a woman I can’t resist.
All she’s missing is knowledge about the lifestyle—my lifestyle.
I'm more than happy to tutor her—to show her the ropes, if you will. I’ll teach her everything about the games. The rules. The dynamic.
I'll teach her everything, but I refuse to become intimate. That’s my hard limit.
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I swallowed, my stomach tight and crossed my legs to relieve the ache at the apex of my thighs. Then, I placed the other half of the caramel in my mouth, sucking the melted chocolate from my thumb, rolling my tongue over the tip of my finger, imagining it was the tip of Jude’s cock. As the caramel dripped down my throat, thick and creamy, my mind exploded with imagery of Jude and caramel drizzled on various parts of his body. A moan escaped from somewhere low in my throat. The guttural sound unlike any noise I’d heard myself make in the past and my eyes shot open. Did anyone hear that? My face burned and I scanned the room, looking for anyone who might be watching me; laughing at me. No one looked my direction. Most bodies were still writhing on the dance floor. Or at the bar ordering. Omar was just to the side of the dance floor, facing the opposite wall talking on his phone. What is wrong with me? This was a chocolate covered caramel for God’s sake. Not a vibrator. Not porn. Not a sexy romance novel.... One single piece of candy and I was so damned hot, I was considering rushing home to have a little quality time with my battery-operated boyfriend. My gaze settled back onto the nearly full box of caramels beside the peonies. I wanted another. Wanted more of what I’d just had. But Jude had specifically said only one more for tonight. Heat curled around my spine and I clutched my hands together. If I was a submissive, following this rule would be part of what made it sexy. And if I was being completely honest with myself, it was sexy.


Sexy, sultry, and a bit of sweet is the best way I can describe Katana Collins latest offering in Callback. One of my favorite authors because of her fun antics on social media and her willingness to always try something new in her writing, she hits all the marks for an author who I have no doubt will be around for a long, long time. 

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KC - PhotoWhen Katana Collins was younger and stole her mother’s Harlequins to read beneath the covers with a flashlight, she wanted to read about the tough as nails heroine. The perfectly imperfect girl with quirks and attitude and sass. And the anti-heroes who were anything but “Prince Charming.” Forget the knight on a white horse… she wanted the bad boy on a motorcycle. So, now, she writes those romance novels she craved to see on the shelves all those years ago—the sassy heroines. The badass heroes. Since penning her first romance novel back in 2012, she is now an international author with 15 published books and counting. She lives in Portland, Maine, with an ever-growing brood of rescue animals: a kind of mean cat, a really doofy lab, a very mellow chihuahua, and a very not mellow cairn terrier puppy... oh yeah, there's a husband somewhere in that mix, too. She can usually be found hunched over her laptop in a cafe, guzzling gallons of coffee, and wearing fabulous (albeit sometimes impractical) shoes.


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