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Review
4 Stars
Reindeer games
Mistletoe Games (A Play-by-Play Anthology) - Jaci Burton

This is books 6.5, 8.5, & 10.5 from the Play By Play series.  These books are holiday stories that go with the rest of the series.  They can be read as standalone novels.  For reader enjoyment and understanding, I recommend reading in order.

 

We revisit this amazing 5* series with 3 books in this anthology of holiday goodness.  First up is Elizabeth and Gavin and where the Riley family is and how they are spending the holidays together.  Second is Patrick & Stella and whether he can keep her close.  Last is Tori and a vacation full of surprises.

 

These were fun books to get back into this series with a quick read.  I found that the money is worth it just to even read the first story.  All books are spicy and hot!  There is plenty of sparks flying off these pages.  I give this a 4/5 Kitty's Paws UP!

Review
3 Stars
Choices
In The Cards - Peter Styles

Al, short for Alchemy, I know - right?  Poor character.  It's sure different.  Anyway, Al has several men in his circle he could choose.  He currently has a love interest who takes him for granted, is already cheating with him on his partner, and is kinda testy when pushed.

 

Finn is someone who believes in magic, the universe, and is a touch jaded.  Hugh is a mentor who has some serious issues.  In the ways of love, however, we are not always thinking with a logical part of our brain.

 

I found this story to be full of surprises for the reader!  Each character has its own quirky and individual personality.  That was the best part of the book.  I had a hard time with a bit of the fact that I felt the main character was taken advantage of.  That could just be my own interpretation, of course.  Overall a funny read.  I give this story a 3/5 Kitty's Paws UP!

 

 

***I voluntarily reviewed an advanced copy of this book.

Excerpt Reveal - Love Story
 
Over the course of one wild road trip, 
feuding childhood sweethearts get a second chance at love.
 
 
 
 
 
LOVE STORY
a Love Unexpectedly novel
Lauren Layne
Releasing February 14th, 2017
Loveswept
 


Over the course of one wild road trip, feuding childhood sweethearts get a second chance at love in this charming rom-com—a standalone novel from the New York Times bestselling author of Blurred Lines and Good Girl.

When Lucy Hawkins receives a job offer in San Francisco, she can’t wait to spread her wings and leave her small Virginia hometown behind. Her close-knit family supports her as best they can, by handing over the keys to a station wagon that’s seen better days. The catch? The cross-country trip comes with a traveling companion: her older brother’s best friend, aka the guy who took Lucy’s virginity hours before breaking her heart.

After spending the past four years and every last dime caring for his sick father, Reece Sullivan will do just about anything to break free of the painful memories—even if it means a two-week road trip with the one girl who’s ever made it past his carefully guarded exterior. But after long days of bickering in the car turn into steamy nights in secluded motel rooms, Reece learns that, when it comes to Lucy, their story is far from over. And this time, they just might have a shot at a happy ending.

Although listed as a title in the Love Unexpectedly Series, all books in the series stand alone.

 
 
 
 


“Spock, we’re giving you Horny!” my mom blurts out, apparently fed up with my denseness.

Her utterance is too much for my siblings to handle and they both burst out laughing, retreating into the kitchen to rejoin the party where there’s wine.

Oh what I wouldn’t give for wine right now.

“I, um . . . you’re giving me the car?” I ask.

“Because yours broke down,” my dad explains, walking forward to thump Horny’s dented hood.

“And this one’s . . . not broken down?” I ask skeptically.

Look, it’s not that I’m not grateful. My parents are trying to give me a car, I appreciate the sweetness of the gesture, it’s just . . .

Here’s the thing about Horny: he barely got us three kids through high school. I mean, Horny is the car that sputtered and shook making it the 3.2 miles to Jefferson High, no matter who was behind the wheel.

I’m even going to come all the way clean here and say that early on in my freshmen year, I was embarrassed showing up in Horny. Then I realized I was lucky to have a car at all, and well . . . I dunno, I guess Horny became a part of us Hawkins kids’ charm, because the station wagon was practically an institution from Craig’s high school reign all the way through Brandi’s.

But poor Horny quit working years ago. Much to Brandi’s chagrin, he gave up the ghost a mere two months before her high school graduation, and she spent the last bit of her senior year being picked up by my parents.

“He’s going to take you to California,” Dad says, giving the car another thump.

“Really?” I step forward and run a tentative finger along the familiar panel. He’s had a bath, so at least that’s something. “Because last I knew, he wouldn’t even make it out of the garage.”

“Yeah, well, we neglected him for a while, but he’s right as rain now,” Dad says, puffing out his chest as though Horny’s a fourth child.

“Like, as in he actually starts?”

“Purrs like a kitten,” my mom says with an emphatic nod, even though I know she doesn’t even like cats. “We didn’t believe it, but we took him to church on Sunday and there were no issues.”

I literally bite my tongue to keep from pointing out that this is hardly a feat. Sacred Presbyterian is 0.8 miles away from the house.

“You took Horny into a shop?” I ask, starting to warm to the idea of having a car again. I’m a little touched, actually. Money is tight for my parents. Dad’s a PE teacher, and Mom gives a mean winery tour, but the gig’s never paid much.

“Not exactly, it was more of a bartering situation,” Mom says.

“Yeah?” I say, going around to the driver’s seat, already giddy with the prospect of telling Oscar I’ll be able to come see him in Miami after all, even if I won’t exactly be riding in style.

“Reece agreed to fix him up.”

I’m lowering myself into the car as my dad says this, but I reverse so quickly I hit my head. My skull doesn’t even register the pain, because I’m too busy registering the hurt in my heart at the familiar name. “I’m sorry, what?”

“Reece,” my mom says, giving me a bemused look. “He’s always been handy with cars.”

“He fixed up the car in exchange for what?”

And then I feel—I actually feel—the air change around me as the side door to the garage opens, and a new presence sucks all the air out of the space.

I don’t turn around. I don’t move. But I feel his eyes on me. Over me.

“Reece is headed out to California too,” my oblivious mother chatters on. “It worked out perfectly actually. Now you two can ride together, and your dad and I don’t have to worry about you alone in the middle of nowhere with a twenty-something-year-old car.

They think the car is going to be the problem here? It’s not the car that’s toxic to me. It’s him.

Reece Sullivan. My brother’s best friend. My parents’ “other son.”

Slowly I force myself to turn, and even though I’m prepped, the force of that ice-blue gaze still does something dangerous to me.

He winks, quick and cocky, and I suck in a breath, and I have to wonder . . .

I wonder if my parents would feel differently about their little plan if they knew that their makeshift mechanic is the same guy that popped my cherry six years earlier under their very roof.

And then broke my heart twenty-four hours later.

 
 
 
Lauren Layne is the USA Today bestselling author of more than a dozen romantic comedies. She lives in New York City with her husband (who was her high school sweetheart--cute, right?!) and plus-sized Pomeranian.
 
In 2011, she ditched her corporate career in Seattle to pursue a full-time writing career in Manhattan, and never looked back.
 
In her ideal world, every stiletto-wearing, Kate Spade wielding woman would carry a Kindle stocked with Lauren Layne books.
 

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The night I met Drew Jagger, he’d just broken into my new Park Avenue office. I dialed 9-1-1 before proceeding to attack him with my fancy new Krav Maga skills. He quickly restrained me, then chuckled, finding my attempted assault amusing.

 

Of course, my intruder had to be arrogant. Only, turned out, he wasn’t an intruder at all.

 

Drew was the rightful occupant of my new office. He’d been on vacation while his posh space was renovated. Which was how a scammer got away with leasing me office space that wasn’t really available for rent. I was swindled out of ten grand.

 

The next day, after hours at the police station, Drew took pity on me and made me an offer I couldn’t refuse. In exchange for answering his phones while his secretary was out, he’d let me stay until I found a new place. I probably should have acted grateful and kept my mouth shut when I overheard the advice he was spewing to his clients. But I couldn’t help giving him a piece of my mind. I never expected my body to react every time we argued. Especially when that was all we seemed to be able to do.

 

The two of us were complete opposites. Drew was a bitter, angry, gorgeous-as-all-hell, destroyer of relationships. And my job was to help people save their marriages. The only thing the two of us had in common was the space we were sharing. And an attraction that was getting harder to deny by the day.

 

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Review
4 Stars
Choose me
Hard Hitter (A Brooklyn Bruisers Novel) - Sarina Bowen

This is the 2nd book in the Brooklyn Bruisers series.  This can be read as a standalone novel.  For reader enjoyment and understanding, I recommend reading the series in order.

 

Patrick has been hot for Ariana AKA Ari for a while.  Every time she is near, he feels the heat turn up to scalding.  The problem is she has not seemed to notice him in return.

 

Ari loves her job, and does not want to have to choose Patrick over the terrific position she has now.  She is worried her boss would not approve of the employees connection.  With all that she is still facing from past problems, she is afraid to try again.

 

This series is full of hot men!  I found myself laughing and crying right along with the characters.  I love how hockey can be hot and fun at the same time.  I give this book a 4/5 Kitty's Paws UP!

Blog Tour w/Review - Cherry Pie

Cherry Pie (Mercury Rising Book 1)

by Samantha Kane

 

 

Date of Publication: September 16, 2014

 

Blurb:

 

You can go home again if you can get a foot in the door.

 

Mercury Rising, Book 1

 

A year after packing and moving from L.A. to Mercury, North Carolina, John Ford still hasn't adjusted to the heat. Or to life without his long-time partner. As he fixes up the old house he bought, the quiet becomes his only companion, and he's content with that—until a deep-voiced stranger plants himself under a tree across the street.

 

Eight years ago, Connor Meecham left someone behind in that house—himself. Now he's back to find the man he used to be, before drugs and prison sent his life careening off the tracks. But it's not his mother's face peering through the window any more. It's a man who seems as lost as Conn himself.

 

When John learns what the house—and the dying town—mean to Conn, he finds himself opening the door to his heart. Just a crack. But it's enough to get mixed up in a world of emotions as complicated as the recipe for the perfect cherry pie. Where one misstep can turn something sweet and juicy into one hot mess.

 

Warning: Contains a guitar-wielding, brooding Southern boy and a reclusive millionaire with a weakness for cherry pie and hot coffee. Excessive porch sittin' and lemonade included.

 

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She is published in several romance genres including historical, contemporary and science fiction. Her erotic Regency-set historical romances have won awards, including Best Historical from RWA's erotic romance chapter Passionate Ink, and the Historical CAPA (best book) award from The Romance Studio.

 

Samantha Kane has a master's degree in American History, and taught high school social studies for ten years before becoming a full time writer. She lives in North Carolina with her husband and three children. Ms Kane loves to hear from readers. Contact her or subscribe to her newsletter

 

Reviewers have called Samantha Kane "an absolute marvel to read," and "one of historical romance's most erotic and sensuous authors." Her books have been called "sinful," "sensuous," and "sizzling."
 

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5 Stars
Loving you
Love Story (Love Unexpectedly) - Lauren Layne

This is book # 3, in the Love Unexpectedly series.  This book can be read as a standalone novel.  All the books in this series are great, I recommend reading them in order.

 

Lucy and Reece have a history she would rather not repeat.  Thanks to her parents, she has to spend time with him going across country.  Even visit her boyfriend.

 

Reece is not sure how to approach Lucy other than to just take it day to day.  He has loved her forever, but being her brothers best friend seemed to set them apart.  Now they have separate lives heading in the same direction.  Could this be a sign?

 

Such a thrilling series and this book is no exception!  I love how the characters really are like magnets.  This story makes you feel all sorts of things and makes a great bookclub read.  I really enjoyed every page as I devoured it.  I give this book a 5/5 Kitty's Paws UP!

 

 

***This ARC copy was given by Netgalley and its publisher in return for an honest review.

 

 

 

 

Review
4 Stars
Smooth Operator
Guarding Mr. Fine - HelenKay Dimon

This is book # 3 in the Tough Love series.  This book can be read as a standalone novel.  The series is actually fast paced and amazing.  For reader enjoyment and understanding, I recommend reading these in order.

 

Rick and Seth have worked together before.  Only one of them knows it.  Now they are in Germany trying to keep a murderer from striking again.

 

Seth tries hard to never mix business with pleasure.  Guarding a sexy man can be done with keeping his hands to himself.  Right?

 

This was a great installment to the series.  Has a very good pace and the characters are very real.  I thoroughly enjoyed reading about these two.  I give this book a 4/5 Kitty's Paws UP!

 

 

***This ARC copy was given by Netgalley and its publisher in exchange for an honest review only.

 

 

 

 

Review
3 Stars
Real
Cherry Pie - Samantha Kane

Connor comes back to his hometown.  Things are different.  All that he had is gone.  Can he start over with a stranger watching?

 

John moved to this small town after losing someone special.  He needed a change and he needed it quick.  Buying and renovating an old home may keep his mind busy a while.

 

This story was nothing like what I was used to.  Kind of slow, like the town it is based in.  The characters were good together, and you cannot help rooting for them.  In the end I realized this story was like a warm sock.  It slithers around your skin and makes you feel warm.  I give this book a 3/5 Kitty's Paws UP!

 

 

***This copy was given in exchange for an honest review.

Blog Tour w/Review - Barely Undercover

Barely Undercover (Legal Heat Book 2)

by Sarah Castille

 

 

Date of Publication: December 3, 2016

 

Blurb:

 

With passion at full throttle, there's no turning back...

 

Legal Heat Series

When private investigator Lana Parker follows a dangerous biker into an underground sex club, James Hunter is the last man she expects to see. But there he is, all dark looks and chiseled charms, ready to break her heart all over again.
 
Danger is the name of the game for an undercover cop. And the last thing James wants is for the fiery beauty to come anywhere near the notorious biker gang he's trying to take down. Yet Lana has no intention of giving up her case, which means he'll have to keep her close to keep her safe. A risky proposition--especially when their blazing sexual chemistry reignites an unforgettable passion.

But when a dark terror emerges from the past, Lana goes on the run...and James gives up everything to save her. Backed into a corner, Lana must face her fears, including the one thing that frightens her most...her overwhelming feelings for the man whose searing glance sparks her most hidden desires, the man she should not trust, but cannot resist.

Warning: The book contains violence, heavy swearing, motorcycle sexytimes, bad-ass biker naughtytimes, and an exceptionally hot hero who will get down and dirty anywhere but under the covers.

 

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James caught a pair of green lace panties midtoss. “I remember these,” he said, musing. “I thought I tore them off you.”

 

Heart pounding, pulse racing, body tense, Lana snatched the panties from his hand. What the hell was he doing here? Hadn’t she made it clear last night was the one and only night? Did he not get the message?

 

I believe I uninvited you from my apartment,” she said, her voice cold. “I don’t see your feet moving.”

 

Silence. She followed his concerned gaze to her suitcase.

 

Are you going away?” He tapped the suitcase with his finger, and his voice rose from low to midrange. “Are you leaving because of me?”

 

Don’t flatter yourself.” She sighed. “I have things to do and places to be. A life that doesn’t involve you. If you recall, you made it very clear you didn’t want to see me around the clubhouse again, which I took to mean around you.”

 

You’re the one who said it was a mistake.” James paced across the room. Although her bedroom wasn’t small, he managed to take up almost all the space.

 

And you’re the one who didn’t disagree,” Lana snapped. “So now that we have that sorted, you can be on your way.”

 

Not until I find out if you’re packing or unpacking. And if you’re packing, where are you going?” He frowned and looked over at the bed. “Jackie?”

 

Jackie shrugged. “I have half a story and I’m sworn to secrecy. I can say she thought someone might be after her and I recommended she contact a certain police officer we know. However, I have since convinced her she might be delusional.”

 

Jackie.” Lana gave her friend a warning glare.

 

All traces of humor disappeared from James’s face. “Who’s after you?”

 

Lana ignored him and continued to slam panties back into her drawer. Why was he here? They were done. He had made that abundantly clear by his silence after sending Rex out of his room. He had watched her dress, led her outside, warned her away and pecked her on the cheek. No discussion. No talking. No trying to convince her she was wrong. If that wasn’t a brush-off, she didn’t know what was.

 

Lana, I want an answer. Now.” The tone of his voice—forceful, commanding—touched the last of her raw nerves. She rounded on him, drawing in a deep breath as she prepared to berate him for daring to speak to her like that.

 

And then he kissed her. His firm mouth closed over hers, taking her so deeply, so swiftly, she melted into his arms.

 

Sweet. Gentle. Tender… Concerned.

 

Angry tears welled in her eyes. “I hate it when you do that.”

 

 
 

Barely Undercover (Legal Heat, #2)Barely Undercover by Sarah Castille
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

This is book # 2, in the Legal Heat series. This book can be read as a standalone novel. To avoid spoilers, understand characters, and have more fun with the series, I suggest reading these in order.

Roxie AKA Lana has a checkered past full of pain and secrets. She meets up with James AKA ICE again, and it is like they never parted. The heat and the sparks surrounding them just burn up the pages!

ICE has gained a reputation of not needing anyone. Being undercover long-term meant no one could know where he was or what he was doing. He has secrets from the past as well.

This book is a scorcher! I loved the characters interaction. The supporting best friends were fun and full of humor and were a great add to the story. This series continues to surprise and delight.


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Sarah Castille is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of the Redemption Series, Sinner's Tribe Motorcycle Club series, Legal Heat series and the Club Excelsior series. A recovering lawyer with a fondness for dirty-talking alpha males, she now is a full-time writer, who lives on Vancouver Island. Sign up for her newsletter to hear about new releases: http://bit.ly/LgFZlb
 

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5 Stars
Cry to me
The Girl Next Door - Amy Jo Cousins

This is book # 3, in the Bend Or Break series.  This book can be read as a standalone novel.  To avoid spoilers, understand characters, and fall in love with the series, I recommend reading these in order.

 

Charles AKA Cash and Stephany AKA Steph met through their mutual friends.  College was a time of fun and sex and laughter.  When they get in the real world, why do relationships not last?

 

Steph has a past full of pain and heartache.  Trust does not come easy for her.  Cash is fun and sexy as hell, but even he has one foot out the door.  

 

This series just grabs me.  I mean like by the throat!  This is the best book so far of the series.  This book has everything.  Strong heat, sexy times, and so much more.  I give this amazing story a 5/5 Kitty's Paws UP!

 

 

***This copy was given in exchange for an honest review.

Review
3 Stars
Hurts so good
Nothing Like Paris - Amy Jo Cousins

This is book # 2, in the Bend Or Break series.  This book can be read as a standalone novel.  For reader enjoyment and understanding, I recommend reading this incredible series in order.

 

Jack and Mike AKA Miguel have a history.  One full of love, pain, and regret.  Getting back into town, Jack needs a friend ad maybe more.  Can he get Miguel to forgive him?

 

Miguel wants to stay away from Jack.  His heart can take so much pain.  Seeing him in person and being able to touch.... how could he resist?

 

This series definitely tugs on the heartstrings.  I did not expect to like Jack, after book 1.  This was a seriously unexpected story that gives you the feels.  I give this installment a 3/5 Kitty's Paws UP!

 

 

***This copy was given in exchange for an honest review only.

Review
2 Stars
New
Yours: M/M Gay For You Romance - Jay Blair

This short and simple story was about Mike and how he met Roger.  They become friends.  Friends who try out new things together.  

 

Roger is very interested in Mikey and they quickly escalate from being just friends.  My only complaint, really if you can call it that, is that the story was so fast and so short.  I give this book a 2/5 Kitty's Paws UP!

 

 

***I voluntarily reviewed an advanced copy of this book.

Review
4 Stars
Another try
Barely Undercover - Sarah Castille

This is book # 2, in the Legal Heat series.  This book can be read as a standalone novel.  To avoid spoilers, understand characters, and have more fun with the series, I suggest reading these in order.

 

Roxie AKA Lana has a checkered past full of pain and secrets.  She meets up with James AKA ICE again, and it is like they never parted.  The heat and the sparks surrounding them just burn up the pages!

 

ICE has gained a reputation of not needing anyone.  Being undercover long-term meant no one could know where he was or what he was doing.  He has secrets from the past as well.

 

This book is a scorcher!  I loved the characters interaction.  The supporting best friends were fun and full of humor and were a great add to the story.  This series continues to surprise and delight.  I give this book a 4/5 Kitty's Paws UP!

 

 

***This copy was given in exchange for an honest review only.

Blog Tour w/Review - Painted On My Heart
 
Title: Painted On My Heart
Author: Kindle Alexander
Genre: M/M Romance
Release Date: January 2, 2017
 
 
 
Artist Kellus Hardin let love and loyalty cloud his past decisions, a mistake he definitely won’t make again. Now, lost and alone, he’s left to pick up the shattered pieces of his broken heart while facing the truth of his reality. 
 
Arik Layne exudes power, confidence, and determination. But when an encounter with the guarded artist shakes him to the core and alters all his future goals, he finds more than just his heart on the line. 
 
For Kellus, opening himself to love isn’t an option. 
All Arik wants is to make the artist his. 
Can love create a masterpiece when it’s painted on your heart?
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Painted On My HeartPainted On My Heart by Kindle Alexander
My rating: 3 of 5 stars

Kellus & Arik meet through mutual friends and have a project in common. Arik loves his art and wants to have more pieces. Kellus has been hurt in the past and is shy about trying again.

Arik is determined to get through to the elusive Kellus. When the chance comes across his path, he is sure he can talk Kellus into the plan as well. Only time will tell.

Both have pasts full of pain and loss. These characters reaching out to one another kind of felt like the blind leading the blind. Like real life. Then the story picks up... and let's just say I was pleasantly surprised. Very nice read.


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“Arik and Kellus captivated me and kept me glued to my kindle.” - 5 Star Shh Mom’s Reading
“Another fabulous book that will steal a piece of your heart. Loved Arik and Kellus.” - 5 Star Becca the Bibliophile
 

Chapter 1

 
The shrill ring of his phone should have startled him awake, but Kellus Hardin was just too damn tired to do much more than roll in the direction of the irritating sound and throw a hand out to half-ass search around his mattress for the device. When he came up empty handed, he managed to turn the other way and do the same. By the time his exhausted sleep-hazed brain identified the phone wasn’t anywhere around him, he heard the chirp indicating a voice mail. He cracked an eyelid and lifted his head enough to look over at the alarm clock. Four thirty in the morning. Seriously? Nothing good could come from a call that time of night. He collapsed back to the bed with an annoyed groan. He’d been asleep less than an hour after working the fifteen before on the pieces he had due for the art gallery opening.
“Fuck,” he growled out, turning over again. He tucked a soft pillow into his side and decided he’d deal with that call in the morning. His exhausted state gave a solid thumbs-up on the plan, and he easily drifted back to sleep. What had to be a mere second later, the ringing started again. Stupid cell phone.
Kellus threw the covers away from his body and darted off the bed, angrier than he’d been in a very long time. He was fucking tired—tired of his fucked-up life and tired of this motherfucker who wouldn’t leave him the fuck alone.
Fuck!
With a vengeance, he zeroed in on the location of the noise. He marched to his laundry basket by the bedroom door and began tearing through the clothes to find the stupid phone, no doubt still inside his paint-spattered coveralls where he’d dropped it not fifty-three minutes ago before he’d finally managed to crawl into bed.
Palming the device, he glared at the caller ID. John. Of course. Who else would call in the middle of the fucking night?
“What?” he shouted as he connected the call.
“Come get him.” A deep masculine voice with a Spanish accent had him pulling the phone from his ear to look down at the screen in confusion.
Wait. Great. Even fucking better—John’s dealer.
“No,” he said firmly as he stood tall and fisted his free hand at his side. His chest bowed in defiance as if the guy on the other end of the phone were right there in his darkened bedroom. “You give him that shit, you deal with him.”
The harsh laugh on the other end of the line held what might have been genuine amusement. “I deal with him and it won’t end well.” The line went dead. Kellus shoved his fingers through his hair to help push the long strands out of his eyes.
“Fuck!” he bellowed to the empty room, spinning in a complete circle, gripping his phone in his hand and punching his fist through the air. Thank God he was alone, because if anybody had witnessed that little outburst he’d have been carted off to the nearest mental facility. He was just so fucking sick and tired of being sick and tired.
Breath heaving as anger and dread coursed through his veins, Kellus stood there, staring absently at his bed. The fatigue of the day settled heavy on his shoulders. He had responsibilities. He couldn’t take on more of John’s bullshit. He jammed the heels of his palms against his tired eyes and released an exhausted sigh. After so many hours holding a brush for the fine details of his painting, his hands cramped with the movement, and the muscles in his neck and back protested the long hours he’d put in today. He needed sleep. More than the fifty-three minutes he’d gotten.
“I’m not fucking doing this again. I warned him the last time. I made it clear. No more!” Kellus sliced the hand still holding his cell through the air with finality. With that decision made, he stalked across the room and tossed his phone on the nightstand. He climbed back in his bed, whipping the covers over his exhausted body.
He hadn’t heard from John in six days.
Six glorious, productive, happy days.
Staring up at the ceiling, unable to get his mind to shut off, he told himself he’d made the right decision. John needed to stay away. Kellus forced his eyelids closed. At this point, he’d still get a few good hours sleep before he had to start his day. The longer he lay there, the more guilt crept in.
It always did.
Images of his best friend came to mind. Happier times. Memories of his and John’s younger days and all the trouble they’d managed to get into. Those thoughts actually calmed his breathing. His mind drifted to the summer of their senior year. He hadn’t thought about that time in so long. He and John had gone to the lake with some friends. A healthy, glowing, handsome John had teased him unmercifully until he had finally agreed to skinny dip…
“Fuck!” Kellus whipped off the covers and rose, angry and worried.
He couldn’t leave John in that place.
Kellus stopped dead center in his bedroom, fuming; he was so pissed at himself, at his own indecision, at John. What the fuck was wrong with him? John had destroyed both their lives, shit on him over and over with absolutely no regard for his feelings whatsoever. He’d lost everything because of John. He swore he’d never do this again.
But he couldn’t leave John there.
Not there.
Dejected, Kellus ran a frustrated hand over his face, sighed, then went for his closet to dress.
 
~~~
 
Topping out at max speed, Arik Layne flew down the Dallas North Tollway. Being the only one on the highway might have been the only benefit of flying home in the middle of the night from his Escape Del Mar property.
God, he was past exhausted.
Less than five minutes later, Arik parked and wearily made his way through the private entrance of his downtown Dallas high-rise, shrugging out of his hand-tailored suit jacket before he reached the elevator. At the elevator, he tossed the garment over his arm and entered his exclusive security code into the wall-mounted keypad, effectively locking the car for his personal use. The doors opened immediately. The technology didn’t require him to do anything more than step inside before the doors closed and the overhead floor-indicator light displayed each passing floor, a soft ding sounding repeatedly as he traveled non-stop up the forty or so floors to his penthouse. Arik rested against the back wall, forcing a finger into the knot of his necktie to loosen its tight hold. He then removed each cuff link at his wrist and absently dropped them into his slacks pockets. The more he removed now, the faster he could hit his perfect Vera Wang mattress and shut his tired eyes.
The entire building was quiet. Another benefit to relocating to this area. Well, sort of. Dallas as a whole was quieter than any place he’d ever lived. He walked the few steps to his front door, pulling out his wallet to wave in front of the security pad when the doors didn’t unlock at his arrival. Strangely, the key card inside his wallet didn’t trigger the lock to release. Arik let out a yawn as he entered his code into the attached keypad. He’d have to remember to check his card in the morning.
The overhead lights automatically lit as he entered his front door, and the motion sensors continued lighting his way the deeper he ventured inside his home. Arik absently tossed his suit jacket on a chair in the living room, never straying from the direct path to his bedroom. He pulled his shirttails from his slacks, his level of sheer exhaustion rising with each step he took. Honestly, that had to be the only reason he didn’t register the glow of lights coming from underneath the closed door until he’d already turned the handle.    
“What the fuck?” His heart almost leaped out of his chest when he stepped inside his bedroom to find someone sprawled across his bed in what probably qualified as a seductive pose. Recognition took another second to seep in.
“Surprise!” A small pop sounded and confetti flew into the air, scattering across his bed.
Arik’s brows snapped together. Oh hell no. He loved that bed.
“What the hell are you doing?” Arik asked as he moved farther inside the room. He registered the slight look of indignation and the flip of that long, black, silky hair before Boy Toy’s face morphed again into a pleasant smile.
“I came to surprise you.” BT wiggled his sexy ass and gave a cheeky little smile.
Even as tired and annoyed as he was, Arik experienced a stir below his belt. He was human after all, and this particular BT was especially skilled. He stopped at his dresser, reached inside his front slacks pockets and casually tossed the contents on the small tray. He didn’t like surprises of any kind, and BT, short for boy toy number one hundred and—hell, he’d lost count of the willing men he’d bedded—had just shocked the hell out of him.
This one was way too pretty and so deliciously tempting that for a split second he almost gave in…almost.
No, he had to stay firm. This was utter bullshit. He couldn’t have random BTs breaking into his home, surprising him at every turn, desecrating his perfect bed with confetti.
“How did you get in here?” he asked, leaning against the dresser, casually crossing his arms over his chest.
“I’ve been planning this since you left me last week. I swiped your card from your wallet when you were in the shower.” Boy Toy lost the erotic pose, probably too much strain for his delicate body.
“I guess I need to keep a closer eye on my wallet in the future.” Arik shoved away from the dresser and headed toward his closet.
“I’m beginning to think you’re not happy that I’m here. You know I’d look good on your arm for the opening of Escape Dallas.” BT hopped up from the bed and trailed after him, following him into the closet.
“Are these your things?” he asked, nodding toward the garment bag hanging in his closet with luggage settled beneath. Arik’s things had been pushed aside and replaced with BT’s, as if the guy planned to stay awhile. First the bed, now the closet. He didn’t allow anyone to breach his private space. That crossed every line he had.
Fuck, he’d known when he first saw this guy he’d be trouble. The gorgeous ones always were. Arik shook his head.
“Yes, I put them next to yours. I arrived late and didn’t have time to unpack.”
Arik abandoned his silk tie on the built-in dresser and began to grab BT’s things. The level of pissed off coursing through him now superseded any desire he might have mustered.
“You can’t ever do this again. I told you from the beginning,” Arik said, shoving the garment bag toward BT as he went for the two suitcases, then he tossed the strap of one over his shoulder and grabbed the other by the handgrip. How long had he even planned to stay that he needed all this?
“Be careful with that. It’s got my mink inside!” BT carefully draped the bag over his arm, allowing Arik to take him by his other arm and forcefully guide him from the closet.
“Why in the hell would you bring a fur coat to Texas?” Arik kept his grip tight, even when BT tried to worm his way out.
“Why would I leave home without… What are you doing?” BT actually held on to the doorframe to keep Arik from removing him from the bedroom.
“You’re going to the guest room, BT. We’ll talk—”
A solid outraged screech cut him off.
“Stop calling me that! I hate that. I have a name.” The guy went into full-on diva mode right there in the middle of his hall.
“You’ve known the deal from the beginning. I don’t like these kinds of surprises. I was very clear,” Arik said. When he realized it might take two hands to deposit BT into the guest bedroom, he went for that door, pushed it open wide, and tossed the suitcase in his hand across the room. For a second there, he’d thought the guy planned to go back to Arik’s bedroom which would have turned things pretty shitty real quick. Luckily, BT came toward him with a very calm, patient look on his face.
“If you would just go with it, we could have a very special relationship,” BT said, placing a delicate hand on Arik's dress shirt, letting his fingers trail down Arik’s chest as he took a step closer. “I’m good at attending events with you. I look good on your arm. Besides, I’m tired of modeling. It takes up so much of my time. And if we came to some sort of arrangement, with all my extra free time, I could take care of you any way you saw fit.”
“Not gonna happen.”
BT’s words couldn’t have been better deterrent for giving in and indulging in a quick hook-up. Arik preferred his fun with no strings attached. Not that he had anything against the whole finding Mr. Right concept. But the boy toy currently groping his ass was not anywhere close to his idea of relationship material. Arik stopped the hand at his waistband and shrugged the case off his shoulder, dumping it right inside the guest bedroom door. He left the gorgeous but clearly crazy man standing there as he headed back toward his bedroom.
“I need to leave here by eight in the morning. Be ready.’’
“Seriously? You’re just leaving? I stretched myself to be ready for you.”
Arik looked back to see BT stomp his foot for good measure, his now flaccid dick swinging in the process. BT was certainly beautifully put together, tall, lean, chiseled abs, a perfect body that Arik knew from past experience could bring a lot of pleasure.
No, Arik. That was how he’d gotten in this situation in the first place. Stop. No. Walk away.
“Goodnight, BT. Don’t come back to my room,” he said at the door.
“Stop calling me BT! I’m not just your boy toy! My name is Steffan.”
Steffan—yeah, he remembered that now. Steffan twirled around and stalked into the guest bedroom, that long hair floating out around him. The door slammed shut in his wake.
Arik closed his door and reached down to twist the lock when he heard something crashing against the guest room door. Arik chuckled at that one and quickly opened his door again.
“Be ready by eight in the morning. I won’t be happy if you make me late,” he yelled before closing and relocking the door.
He staggered to the bed. His bed. Even with taking the time to rid the bedspread of the confetti and change the pillowcases where that overly strong cologne lingered, he’d still, hopefully, get at least a couple hours’ sleep.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Best Selling Author Kindle Alexander is an innovative writer, and a genre-crosser who writes classic fantasy, romance, suspense, and erotica in both the male/male and male/female genres. It's always a surprise to see what's coming next!
 
I live in the suburbs of Dallas where it's true, the only thing bigger than an over active imagination, may be women's hair!
Usually, I try for funny. Humor is a major part of my life - I love to laugh, and it seems to be the thing I do in most situations - regardless of the situation, but jokes are a tricky deal... I don't want to offend anyone and jokes tend to offend. So instead I'm going to tell you about Kindle.
 
I tragically lost my sixteen year old daughter to a drunk driver. She had just been at home, it was early in the night and I heard the accident happen. I'll never forget that moment. The sirens were immediate and something inside me just knew. I left my house, drove straight to the accident on nothing more than instinct. I got to be there when my little girl died - weirdly, I consider that a true gift from above. She didn't have to be alone.
 
That time in my life was terrible. It's everything you think it would be times about a billion. I love that kid. I loved being her mother and I loved watching her grow into this incredibly beautiful person, both inside and out. She was such a gift to me. To have it all ripped away so suddenly broke me.
 
Her name was Kindle. Honest to goodness - it was her name and she died a few weeks before Amazon released their brand new Kindle ereader. She had no idea it was coming out and she would have finally gotten her name on something! Try finding a ruler with the name Kindle on it.. It never happened.
 
Through the course of that crippling event I was lucky enough to begin to write with a dear friend in the fan fiction world of Facebook. She got me through those dark days with her unwavering support and friendship. There wasn't a time she wasn't there for me. Sometimes together and sometimes by myself, we built a world where Kindle lives and stands for peace, love and harmony. It's its own kind of support group. I know without question I wouldn't be here today without her.
 
Find out more by visiting www.kindlealexander.com or email me at kindle@kindlealexander.com
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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He’s the best man and her secret fling—
who said being a wedding planner was easy?
  
 
FALLING FOR THE BEST MAN
Sisters of Wishing Bridge Farm #1
Amanda Ashby
Releasing Jan 9th, 2017
Entangled Bliss
 

 

He’s the best man and her secret fling—who said being a wedding planner was easy?
 
What's worse than running into your ex-hookup at the airport? When said 'hookup" is the best man for the most important wedding of your career, and he's on the hunt for a fake girlfriend. Between a hysterical bride and a wedding party gone wild, wedding planner Emmy Watson can’t afford any more disasters if she wants to save her beloved Wishing Bridge Farm. Which is why she puts the best man on lockdown. Unfortunately, he also happens to be the one guy who can make her forget everything except the way his kisses make her feel.
 
All Christopher Henderson needs is a fake girlfriend to convince his bosses that his bad boy reputation is a thing of the past so he can land his dream job. What better place to find said companion than at a wholesome vintage wedding. The only thing he didn't count on was seeing Emmy, the woman who dumped him. The one he hasn’t been able to get off his mind.

There's no denying the spark between them, but he’s a globetrotter and she’s a homebody, and falling in love is something neither of them has in their plans.
 
 

 
 

 

Emmy,” he countered, trying not to be distracted by the delectable sight of her chest rising and falling. “One dance. That’s all I’m asking. For old time’s sake.”

 

Emmy’s lips twitched, and Christopher could almost see the two sides of her battling before the carefree smile he recognized from their time together in New York appeared. It changed the shape of her face and brought everything about their first meeting slamming into his mind. She stood up, so close that his skin prickled with desire.

 

Fine. One dance.”

 

Great.” He led her to the small wooden dance floor to the left of where the jazz band was playing. Lewis and Miranda were in the middle, and fanned out all around them were the rest of the bridal party, but all Christopher could see was Emmy.

 

The music pulsated around them, and even the pale yellow moon above swayed to the beat. He sucked in a breath and pulled her toward him. It was a mistake, and his lungs were filled with the smell of her freshly washed hair and the evening clematis climbing up the crumbling brickwork of the courtyard walls. His arms tightened around her waist, and her bunched, tense muscles seemed to relax as she melted into him. The rest of the world disappeared, and all he was conscious of was her pounding heart as it pressed against his.

 

This was the woman he’d met two years ago.

 

And it seems I’m just as helpless around her as I ever was. Which is either a good thing, or a very, very bad one. The verdict’s still out.

 

As if reading his mind, she turned her face up to him, a soft, suggestive smile tugging at her full mouth. Desire flared through him, and if they were anywhere else he would’ve kissed her without a second’s hesitation. He forced himself to return her smile and simply enjoy the way her body molded his.

 

It wasn’t until the lead singer announced the name of the next song Christopher even realized the music had stopped. Emmy was the first to recover, and she stepped away, her face flushed and her eyes not quite meeting his.

 

Um.” She licked her lips. “I’m not sure that was such a good idea.”

 

I hate to disagree with you, but I think it was an excellent idea. And one that should definitely be repeated. You can’t deny that there’s still something between us.” Christopher tried to pull her closer as the next song started, but she folded her arms firmly in front of her. Ironically, it highlighted the soft curves of her body.

 

At this rate I’m going to need a fire engine to cool me down.

 

I’m serious,” she insisted before letting out a soft sigh. “You’re right. There is still something between us, but there’s nowhere it can go. I want to save the farm, and you want to go visit every strange nook and cranny in the universe. Don’t you see? Nothing’s changed.”

 

My hair’s longer,” Christopher said, but it was obvious by the way Emmy had pushed her lips into two compact lines, she wasn’t in the joking mood. “I know you like to be organized, and I get that, but aren’t you over thinking this? I mean, shouldn’t we be having the fun first and then move on to the serious conversations about why it would never work?”

 

I’m sorry.” The muscles around her jaw tightened. “I think we should just be friends.”

 

Friends that do friendly things together? Like dancing?” he asked in a hopeful voice.

 

How about friends that help other friends ensure the groom’s brother doesn’t do anything he might regret?” she countered.

 

Christopher winced. Ouch. He’d been friend-zoned. Logically, she had a point. She hadn’t changed her mind, and he wouldn’t change his, which meant it was for the best.

 

If only someone could inform my body of the situation.

 

 
 
 

Amanda Ashby was born in Australia but now lives in New Zealand where she writes romance, young adult and middle grade books. She also works in a library, owns far too many vintage tablecloths and likes to delight her family by constantly rearranging the furniture.

She has a degree in English and Journalism from the University of Queensland and is married with two children. Her debut book was nominated for a Romantic Times Reviewers Choice award, and her first young adult book was listed in the New York Public Library Stuff for the Teen Age.  Because she’s mysterious she also writes middle grade books under the name, Catherine Holt and hopes that all this writing won’t interfere with her Netflix schedule.
 
 
 
 
What is the best part of writing romance for you?
 
This sounds very gushy but I really do believe in the transforming power of love, so I adore creating broken characters who can heal when they connect with the right person. And if that person is hot and sexy, with a great sense of humor, then that’s just an added bonus!
 
Did you have a favorite book/series as a child/YA?
 
As a kid I was all about Trixie Belden. I did like Nancy Drew, The Hardy Boys and The Three Investigators as well, but Trixie was my girl. Then when I was a teenager I was obsessed by all of the 80s books like Flowers in the Attic by Virginia Andrews and Princess Daisy by Judith Krantz as well as some hideously depressing books about drug addicts. It was a strange time back then!
 
Do you write to music or make music playlists for your books?
 
Sometimes I do. I’m very fickle when it comes to having a process and some books I’ll be obsessed with the music, while other ones I completely forget to turn anything on. What I have noticed over the years though is that regardless of what I’m writing, I can usually find a David Bowie song that helps it along. He is totally my guy!
 
What is one thing no one knows about you, that you are willing to share with your readers?
 
I can’t spell. Like I literally cannot spell and if wasn’t for spell check, then I would be in so much trouble. Of course this isn’t a big secret, since most of my editors and copy editors have probably figured it out! Sometimes I can’t even get the spelling close enough for the spell check to know what word I’m trying to write.
 
What genre have you always wanted to write?
I’d love to write a science fiction book! Star Wars, Firefly and Guardians of the Galaxy are some of my favorite movies and I always have ideas that I want to try. It’s something I’m working up to, for sure!
 
What is your most favorite romantic movie?
 
Because it’s Christmas I’ve just had my annual viewing of Love Actually, which is one of my favorite movies because it looks at all kinds of love. I’m also a sucker for just about every Jane Austen remake – my favorite TV series is the BBC’s 1995 Pride and Prejudice and Emma Thompson’s Sense and Sensibility movie.
 

 
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