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Till It Hurts Cover Reveal

TILL IT HURTS by CORA BRENT

Release Date: July 29th

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Genre/Tropes: Brother’s Best Friend/Second Chance Romance

 

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No one would say that our story is pretty.

But we were in love before we hated each other.

And we were friends long before that.

Growing up, I saw Jace Zielinski every day.

He lived next door. I cheered him on at football games. I gave him advice on girls. He was my brother’s best friend and the three of us were always together.

I didn’t realize I’d already fallen for Jace until the hot summer night when we kissed for the first time.

Our magical season felt like destiny.

And then came the disaster that tore us all to shreds.

I lost Jace. I lost my brother. In many ways I lost myself.

Ten years later, Jace is untouchable in a world of pro athlete fame and glory.

I never wanted to see him again and I’d definitely never pick him to be my hero.

Not even when I’m broke and terrified and running away from ruin.

But it seems I have no choice.

Somehow we’re both back in the same place where we started.

I have nowhere else to go and Jace refuses to leave.

We’re on this collision course together.

Fated to repeat our own turbulent history.

Both the parts that felt the best.

And the parts that hurt the most.

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Cora Brent was born in a cold climate and escaped as soon as it was legally possible. Now, she lives in the desert with her husband, two kids and a prickly pear cactus she has affectionately named ‘Spot’. Cora’s closet is filled with boxes of unfinished stories that date back her 1980’s childhood and all her life she has dreamed of being an author. Amazingly, she is now a New York Times and USA Today bestselling writer of contemporary romance and begs not to be awakened from this dream.

 

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The Spark Release Blitz

Title: The Spark
Author: Vi Keeland
Genre: Standalone Contemporary Romance
Release Date: July 12, 2021
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Before I even met Donovan Decker, I knew his shoe size.

You see, I’d gone away for a few days, and in my haste to get out of the airport, I’d grabbed the wrong suitcase.
After checking out the expensive footwear and tailored clothes, I dialed the number on the luggage tag hoping maybe Mister Big Spender might have my bag.
A deep, velvety voice answered, and as luck would have it, he had my suitcase, too.
Donovan and I met at a coffee shop to do the exchange.
Turned out, it wasn’t just his voice that was sexy. The man holding my luggage was absolutely gorgeous, and we had an immediate spark.
He got me to admit that I’d snooped in his bag and then convinced me to make it up to him by letting him buy me coffee.
Coffee led to dinner, dinner led to dessert, and dessert led to spending an entire weekend together. Donovan wasn’t just handsome with a panty-dropping voice. He was also funny, smart, and surprisingly down to earth for a man who wore seven-hundred-dollar shoes.
Did I mention he also did my laundry while I slept?
Definitely too good to be true.
So what did I do to repay him for his kindness?
I waited until he was in the shower, then ghosted him.
My life was too complicated for such a great guy.
In the months that passed, I thought about Donovan often. But New York City had eight-million people, so what were the chances I’d run into him?
Then again, what were the chances I’d run into him a year later…when I’d just started dating his boss?
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The Spark Excerpt Reveal

Title: The Spark
Author: Vi Keeland
Genre: Standalone Contemporary Romance
Release Date: July 12, 2021
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CHAPTER 1

Autumn

I’m definitely getting too old for this.

I tossed a pile of mail on the couch and plopped down beside it. It was barely six o’clock, and I wouldn’t have minded climbing into bed and calling it a day. I needed a vacation from my four-day mini vacation. Thank goodness I’d scheduled myself a weekend to recover. My girls’ trip/early bachelorette party in Vegas for my friend Anna—the one where we were all going to relax by the pool and get spa treatments—had turned into all-night clubbing and almost missing my flight home earlier today because I’d overslept. It had definitely been a while since I drank more than two glasses of wine in the span of a week, and I was feeling my ripe old age of twenty-eight before the sun had even set this Friday night. Thank God I didn’t have to work tomorrow.
I briefly considered going the hair-of-the-dog route and sucking back a vodka cran while zoning out on Netflix, but then my phone rang, crashing me back to reality.
Ugh…
Dad flashed on the screen. I should’ve just gotten it over with and spoken to him, but I didn’t have the energy. Nonetheless, allowing myself to avoid the stress speaking to my father would inevitably cause reminded me of the other thing I needed to do that I’d been avoiding all afternoon. Laundry. One of my least-favorite tasks—mostly because it required me to sit downstairs in my building’s dingy basement laundry room. Up until a few months ago, I would start my laundry and come back forty-five minutes later to make the switch to the dryer. But that practice had come to a halt after one of my loads went missing—an entire load of wet bras and underwear. Who the hell stole wet clothes? At least nab dry ones. Nevertheless, it was an expensive lesson, and now I didn’t leave the basement until my clothes were washed and dried.
Sighing, I begrudgingly went to the bedroom, where my suitcase still sat on the bed, and unzipped it. I’d packed a linen skirt on top that I hadn’t wound up wearing, and I figured I’d hang it in the bathroom and hope the wrinkles worked themselves out over the course of a couple of steamy showers. I hated ironing almost as much as I hated doing laundry downstairs.
But when I flipped open the top of the suitcase, my linen skirt wasn’t on top. At first I thought my bag must’ve been selected for search, and things hadn’t been put back in order… Though the wingtip shoe I lifted was most definitely not mine.

Shit.

I rummaged through the suitcase in a panic.
Slacks, running clothes, a men’s dress shirt… A sickening feeling washed over me, and I scrambled to look at the luggage tag. I’d never filled out the identification card inside, but the leather had my initials embossed on the outside.
And this one…had no initials.

Crap. Crap. Crap.

I’d grabbed the wrong bag off the luggage carousel. I started to sweat. All of my makeup was in that bag! Not to mention a week’s worth of my best outfits and shoes. I needed to get it back. Rushing to the kitchen, I grabbed my cell from the charger on the counter and Googled the number for the airline. After wading through a half-dozen prompts, I reached a recording.
“Thank you for calling American Airlines. Due to unprecedented call volume, your estimated wait time is approximately forty-one minutes.”
Forty-one minutes! I blew out a rush of air. Great. Just great.
In the meantime, while I waited on hold on speakerphone, listening to staticky music, it hit me that whoever’s luggage I had might very well have mine. I hadn’t even checked the luggage tag to see if, unlike mine, the identification information was filled in.
I zipped back down the hall to my bedroom.
Bingo!
Donovan Deckerkind of a cool name. And he lived here in the city! Thankfully, Donovan even had his phone number listed. It couldn’t be that easy, could it? I doubted it, but considering I still had forty minutes before I could speak to someone at the airline, I wasn’t losing much for trying. So I swiped to end my call. I started to punch in the numbers on the tag, and then decided to hit *67 first to make my number private. With my luck, the guy wouldn’t have my luggage, but he’d be a total creeper.
I was caught off guard when a man’s deep voice answered on the first ring. I hadn’t yet figured out what I was going to say.
“Uhhh. Hi. My name is Autumn, and I think I might have your luggage.”
“That was quick. I just hung up with you guys two minutes ago.”
He must’ve thought I was calling from the airline. “Oh, no. I don’t work for American. I traveled home this morning and must’ve grabbed the wrong bag at JFK.”
“What are your initials?”
“My initials?”
“Yeah, you know, the first letter of your first name and the first letter of your last name.”
I rolled my eyes. “I know what initials are. I just don’t understand why you would ask—Oh! Does that mean you have my luggage? I have my initials embossed on the luggage tag.”
“That depends on what your initials are, Autumn. The first letter matches.”
“My initials are AW.”
“Well, then it seems you are indeed the thief who clipped my luggage.”
Sure, I hadn’t checked my luggage tag, but it offended me that he was calling me a thief. “Wouldn’t we both be thieves? Since you’re in possession of my luggage?”
“I only took yours because it was the last one left rotating around the carousel. You see, unlike you, I checked the luggage tag the first time it passed, and when I saw it wasn’t mine, I left it for the rightful owner to claim. But the line at baggage customer service was twenty deep, and I had a meeting I was already late for. So I took the one I have hostage until the airline could sort it out.”
My shoulders slumped. “Oh. Sorry.”
“It’s fine. Are you here in the City?”
“I am. Could we possibly meet to swap bags?”
“Sure. When and where? I’m out now, but I’ll be back in an hour or two.”
The tag had an address on the Upper East Side, but I lived on the West Side, farther downtown. “Could we meet at the Starbucks on 80th and Lex?” That was closer to him, but at least I’d only have to drag the suitcase onto one subway.
“I can’t think of any excuse not to. What time?”
That was sort of a weird way to phrase a yes, and the way he emphasized the word excuse seemed odd. But hey, I was getting my bag back. So what if he turned out to be a little strange? At least I’d hidden my phone number, and we were meeting in a public place.
“How about eight?”
“I’ll see you then.”
It sounded like he was about to hang up. “Wait…” I said. “How will I know it’s you?”
“I’ll be the one holding your luggage, Autumn W.”
I chuckled. “Oh, yeah. Sorry…long week in Vegas.”
I bent and lifted the shoe from the top of the bag. Ferragamo. Expensive. And big, too. A quick peek revealed it was a size thirteen. The inner teenager in me couldn’t help but think big feet, big…. Plus, the guy had a deep, sexy voice. I would definitely be exploring more of the dude’s luggage after we hung up.
“I’ll meet you at eight,” he said.
“See you then.” I was just about to swipe my phone off when something hit me. Oh God! “Hello? Wait…are you still there?”
It took a heartbeat or two, but the sexy voice came back on the line. “What’s up?”
“Ummm… Did you…open my bag?”
“I unzipped it at the airport to make sure it wasn’t mine when I noticed the luggage tag initials.”
“Did you…see anything?”
“There was a pink thong on top, so that pretty much sealed the deal that it didn’t belong to me. But I didn’t rummage through, if that’s what you’re asking.”
I forgot I’d shoved that thong in at the last minute. It had been at the back of a drawer when I’d checked the hotel room one last time on my way out. But I’d take him seeing my underwear over the other stuff inside my bag. I blew out a sigh of relief. “Okay, that’s great. Thank you. I’ll see you at eight at Starbucks.”
“Whoa. Hang on a second—not so fast. You sounded pretty nervous that I might’ve gone through your bag. Are you hiding something sinister in there? I’m not going to be walking around with a suitcase full of drugs or something, am I?”
I cracked a smile. “No, definitely not. I just…I’d prefer if you didn’t go through it.”
“Did you rummage through mine?”
I glanced at the shoe in my hand. Taking out one measly piece of footwear wouldn’t be considered rummaging, right? Nah. “No, I didn’t.”
“Are you planning on it?” he asked.
I had no idea what the man looked like, yet I could tell by his voice that he was smiling now.
“Nope,” I lied.
“Alright. Then we have a deal. I won’t go through your bag, and you won’t go through mine.”
“Okay. Thank you.”
“Do I have your word on that, Autumn W? I might have some things I’d prefer you didn’t see in there.”
“Like what?”
He chuckled. “See you at eight.”
After we hung up, I tossed the shoe back into the suitcase and bent to close it. But as I reached for the zipper, my curiosity got the best of me. Was he just screwing with me, or did he really have something in here he didn’t want me to see? Of course, I knew what I had in mine, which made me extra curious.
I shook my head and started to pull the zipper closed. About halfway, I laughed out loud. Who was I kidding? Now that I didn’t have laundry to do, I had almost a full two hours to kill before I met Mr. Bigfoot. This suitcase would taunt me all that time. I’d most certainly give in eventually, so why not put myself out of that misery and just take a little look-see inside now? Then I’d be able to relax. He’d never know I hadn’t lived up to my end of the bargain. Not to mention, for all I knew, he was elbow deep in my suitcase right now. In that case, it would only be fair that I got to go through his, right?
I nibbled my lip for a few seconds as a wave of guilt washed over me. But I quickly forced that out of my mind. Of course I’m right.
Feeling justified now, I unzipped the suitcase and took a minute to mentally note how everything was packed: a white dress shirt was folded on top, and two shoes were set on either side, heels facing up. I carefully unpacked those and placed them on the bed next to the suitcase in the same order. The next layer had more folded clothes: two expensive dress shirts, a pair of sweats, boxer briefs, and a few T-shirts, one of which had something emblazoned on the front—familiar lettering that began HA—so I unfolded it to see what it said. Harvard Law.
Ugh. One of those. No wonder he could afford Ferragamo shoes.
Underneath the pile of clothes was a white laundry bag—the kind a hotel gives you to put your dry cleaning in, but most people used it to separate their dirty clothes. With no desire to sort through smelly socks, I started to fold the clothes back into the suitcase, feeling a twinge of disappointment. But when I smoothed out the layers of the pile, I felt something lumpy and hard underneath in the plastic laundry bag. So I took the clothes back out and looked inside, hoping to find…I’m not sure what. Though what I found was definitely not what I expected.
The bag was filled with at least twenty or thirty of those little shampoo bottles hotels give out. Actually, a closer inspection revealed some were conditioner and a few were moisturizer. Buried on the very bottom were also three little sewing kits and half-a-dozen toothbrushes wrapped in plastic—the kind you could get at the front desk of a hotel when you forgot yours.
What the heck had Mr. Bigfoot done? Rob a housekeeping cart? This kind of stuff, though a lesser quantity, is what you’d usually find in my suitcase since I was broke all the time. But it wasn’t the type of thing you’d expect in the suitcase of a man who had gone to Harvard and wore seven-hundred-dollar dress shoes.
Now I was even more curious to meet Donovan Decker.
***
I arrived at Starbucks almost twenty minutes early, so I went online to treat myself to a flat white with honey almond milk. Even ordering it had me salivating, thinking about the sweet, creamy drink. Expensive coffee was my indulgence, but it didn’t happen too often with the five-dollar price tag and my skimpy budget.
I stood at the end of the counter, waiting for my drink and mindlessly scrolling on my phone, when a man walking through the front door caught my attention.

Oh, wow.

Now that was one good-looking man. Describing him as merely tall, dark, and handsome didn’t cut it, not by a mile. Jet-black hair framed a magnificent face with a chiseled, masculine bone structure, full lips, and a Romanesque nose. I wasn’t the only one to notice, either. I watched as the Adonis took a step back outside to hold the door open for a woman exiting the store, and the poor lady caught one glimpse of him and literally tripped over her own feet.
Seemingly oblivious that he’d caused the incident, he extended a hand to help her up, flashed a killer smile, and strolled inside. His bright blue eyes scanned the room, stopping right on my ogling ones. Embarrassed at being caught, I quickly diverted my attention back to my phone. A few seconds later, I was still pretending to be enraptured by my screen when footsteps came to a halt in front of me. I glanced up and blinked a few times. The guy from the door flashed a crooked smile.
“Were you able to control yourself?”
My forehead wrinkled. “Excuse me?”
His eyes danced with mirth, and his voice lowered. “I bet you couldn’t.”
I stared at him for an awkward moment before finally shaking my head. “What on Earth are you talking about?”
The man’s brows furrowed. “We made a deal, remember? I wouldn’t go through yours, if you didn’t touch mine?”
I’d watched the man walk in, stood right in front of him staring for at least a solid minute, and it took until now for me to notice he had something in his hand.
“Oh my God. You have my suitcase!”
He laughed but still looked perplexed. “What did you think I was talking about?”
“I…I don’t know. I was thoroughly confused.”
“I thought you saw me walk in.”
I did. But I hadn’t made it past your face. “No, I hadn’t noticed. Sorry. I guess I was just zoning out.”
The barista behind the counter yelled my name. I was glad for an excuse to put some distance between this guy and me. I needed a moment to gather my wits. Though when I returned, I still felt a little off-kilter.
“Thank you for meeting me to swap suitcases,” I said. “I’m really sorry I took the wrong one.”
“No problem.”
I rolled his case forward and released the handle. But the Adonis didn’t do the same. In fact, he pulled my bag closer to his side.
“Before we switch…” He tilted his head and studied my face. “I’m curious to know if you kept your word.”
I mimicked his pose and tilted my head. “What if I say I didn’t?”
“Well, then you’d have to pay a penalty for violating the terms of our deal.”
I raised a brow, intrigued. “A penalty?”
He nodded. “That’s right. There’s a penalty.”
I laughed as I lifted my coffee for a sip. “I just got back from a girls’ weekend in Vegas. Pretty sure this overpriced drink just used up the last five dollars in my bank account.”
“I wasn’t referring to a monetary penalty.”
“What kind of a penalty, then?”
He stroked the stubble on his chin for a moment. “You’d have to have coffee with me.”
Did this guy really think that would be a hardship? I debated how to answer. If I told the truth, it would be embarrassing. I mean, I went through the man’s personal belongings. But the flipside was I’d get to check him out some more over coffee. Then again, I’d be agreeing to spend time with a complete stranger. Though…whenever I met a guy online, I usually met him at a coffeehouse, and I probably knew more about this guy after going through his suitcase than I would from an online chat. Not to mention, none of my online dates had looked like Donovan Decker lately. In fact, none had made it further than coffee in a while.
Adonis had been watching my face as I debated my answer. His smirk made me think he already knew I’d checked out his bag. So, what the hell?
I stood tall and met his stare. “Was the lady from housekeeping harmed in the robbery?”
His eyes narrowed for a heartbeat, but then a giant smile spread across his face. He held his hand out toward the seating area. “After you, Autumn W.”

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Vi Keeland is a #1 New York Times, #1 Wall Street Journal, and USA Today Bestselling author. With millions of books sold, her titles have appeared in over a hundred Bestseller lists and are currently translated in twenty-five 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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Lessons in Sin Release Blitz

Lessons in Sin by Pam Godwin is now live!

There’s no absolution for the things I’ve done. But I found a way to control my impulses. I became a priest.

As Father Magnus Falke, I suppress my cravings. As the headteacher of a Catholic boarding school, I’m never tempted by a student. Until Tinsley Constantine. The bratty princess challenges my rules and awakens my dark nature. With each punishment I lash upon her, I want more. In my classroom, private rectory, and bent over my altar, I want all of her. One touch risks everything I stand for. My faith. My redemption. And even my life. As if that could stop me. I need her pain, and her heart, and she needs my lessons in sin.

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Java, tobacco, and dark romance novels are her favorite indulgences, and might be considered more unhealthy than her aversion to sleeping, eating meat, and dolls with blinking eyes.

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Trust Six Venom Release Blitz & Review


 

 

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CLAY

Marymount girls are good girls. We’re chaste, we’re untouched, and even if we weren’t, no one would know, because we keep our mouths shut.

Not that I have anything to share anyway. I never let guys go too far. I’m behaved. 

Beautiful, smart, talented, popular, my skirt’s always pressed, and I never have a hair out of place. I own the hallways, walking tall on Monday and dropping to my knees like the good Catholic girl I am on Sunday.

That’s me. Always in control. 

Or so they think. The truth is that it’s easy for me to resist them, because what I truly want, they can never be. Something soft and smooth. Someone dangerous and wild. 

Unfortunately, what I want I have to hide. In the locker room after hours. The bathroom stall between classes. The showers after practice. 

My head swimming. My hand up her skirt. 

For me, life is a web of secrets. No one can find out mine.  

OLIVIA

I cross the tracks every day for one reason—to graduate from this school and get into the Ivy League. I’m not ashamed of where I come from, my family, or how everyone at Marymount thinks my skirts are too short and my lipstick is too red. 

Clay Collins and her friends have always turned up their noses at me. The witch with her beautiful skin, clean shoes, and rich parents who torments me daily and thinks I won’t fight back.

At least not until I get her alone and find out she’s hiding so much more than just what’s underneath those pretty clothes. 

The princess thinks I’ll scratch her itch. She thinks she’s still pure as long as it’s not a guy touching her. 

I told her to stay on her side of town. I told her not to cross the tracks. 

But one night, she did. And when I’m done with her, she’ll never be pure again. 

*Tryst Six Venom is a standalone, new adult romance between the wealthy princess with a temper for what’s hers and the hard girl from the wrong crowd. One battles convention. The other, her pride. But nothing will stop it.

#TSV-6

 

 

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Y’all this is an amazing F/F story. Now I’m not one that ever pictured myself grabbing a f/f book but let me tell you the fact that Penelope Douglas wrote it had me intrigued. So I was all in for giving it a go. I’m so glad I did. This book was everything I hoped it would be and so so much more. Penelope Douglas killed it with this book!!

This was Clay and Liv’s story. The gorgeous rich girl and the hot theater girl from the swamp.  This was the ultimate opposites attract story and a total enemies to lovers masterpiece! It was so emotionally riveting and angsty and perfectly frustrating. I loved everything about this book. All the Jaeger brothers and their protectiveness over Liv.  I couldn’t put it down!! I was entranced from the moment I started.

It was smoking hot but more. This book was just a phenomenal love story. It was a perfect story about coming into your own and being happy to finally be who you are meant to be and finding your once person who helps you to do that. GAH!! It’s just so fantastic y’all! 

This is definitely a must read , people. FIVE STARS!! 

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#TSV-8

I stalk down the nearly empty row, drop my bag, and look at her. She turns her head, sees me and rises, grabbing her backpack, but I slide into the seat, grab her wrist, and yank her ass back down. 

“Sit,” I growl through my teeth, feeling heat rise up my neck as she crashes back into the wooden pew, her jaw flexing. 

There’s no point in denying myself any of this. I’m a bitch, but only to her, and only because it feels so good. Fuck it. 

“Do something for me?” I ask her, keeping my voice low as students fill the rows around us, and the altar servers light the candles. “Move your ass a little faster down the field than my grandmother this Saturday, or is that too much trouble?”

Liv doesn’t look at me, just stares ahead as she lets out a quiet little laugh. “I haul ass down that field.” Relaxing back into her seat, she hangs her elbows over the back of the pew, and her shirt creeps up a little. I spot the switchblade she keeps hooked over the waist of her skirt, but hidden on the inside, that only I seem to know about. So far anyway. She goes on, “I’ll never understand how a princess who can’t pass a ball for shit and brags to anyone who will listen about being a Swiftie,” and she does air quotes, “‘even before she went pop’ is our team captain. Oh, wait. Yes, I do understand. Daddy is useful. When he’s there.”

My father didn’t get me that position. She can think what she likes. 

But I grin and turn toward the front of the church, my arm brushing hers. 

“Swiftie?” I say. “Aw, you stalk my Twitter.”

That was like four years ago when I said that. 

But she just mumbles, “I couldn’t care less about your Twitter and your twenty-eight followers.”

“At least I don’t lose a dozen every day,” I retort. 

Yeah, maybe I stalk her Twitter, too. And I don’t have twenty-eight followers. I don’t have as many as her, but it’s more than twenty-eight.

“The world just doesn’t like tattooed feminazis with hairy armpits,” I tell her, my gaze catching the dimple on her cheek as she smirks, “who pass judgments like all the other constipated Captain Americas on social media who act like they really know anything when they’re just angry their life sucks donkey nuts.”

The dimple grows deeper, her matte red lips pursing to keep her amusement at bay. My heart thumps, and for a moment, I can’t look away. Sometimes I get lost, looking at her. The shape of her nose that I’m kind of jealous of. How soft the lobe of her ear looks. The way she chews the corner of her mouth sometimes.  

“Is everything okay?” someone says, snapping me out of it. 

I turn my head, seeing Megan Martelle standing over us, holding a stack of collection baskets. Her blue eyes flit between Liv and me, knowing very well that this isn’t a friendly conversation, but lucky for her, this isn’t any of her damn business.   

“Fine, thanks,” I reply, my tone a big enough hint she’d have to be blind to miss. 

But she looks to Liv instead. “Liv?” 

Excuse me? It’s not the name. It’s how she says it. Like they know each other. 

Liv must give her some gesture or something, because Martelle gives me one last look and then slowly leaves, continuing down the aisle toward the back of the church without another word. 

What the hell is she thinking? Does she want to become my next hobby or something? 

I reach down and pull my backpack closer before turning my eyes back to Liv to see if she’s watching her leave. 

But she’s staring at me instead, amusement in her eyes.  

“What the hell are you smiling at?” I demand. 

She never loses her cool, and it pisses me off. 

But she just replies, “You have a tattoo.”

Her gaze drifts to my hand, and I squeeze my fingers together, covering it. All over again, I feel the needle carve into the inside of my middle finger on my left hand. 

Fair enough. I’d mocked tattooed feminazis, an umbrella term I tossed her under, when, in fact, she doesn’t actually have any tattoos. Not even the one of her family’s little Sanoa Bay gang—the snake and hourglass that she wears on a bracelet around her wrist. Her brothers all seem to have it inked on them somewhere. 

Her eyes hold mine, maybe waiting for a response or daring me for one, but the light coming in from the stained-glass windows catches the coppery glint of the strands in her dark hair, a lock hanging over her eye as the rest spills around her shoulders. A dozen or so little braids decorate her hair, none of the ends secured with rubber bands. She looks like a warrior girl in one of those futuristic dystopian movies.  

And all of a sudden, nothing is hot anymore. It’s just incredibly warm. 

I squeeze my fingers tighter, the lines inked on the inside of my finger making the four quarters of an inch on a ruler, very few ever notice the lines, and those who do probably just assume I’ve leaked pen on myself. 

Within that inch we are free. One inch. 

“Clay?” she says, her tone different. 

I don’t realize I’m staring off until I bring my eyes back into focus and see the black of her Polo shirt. I lift my gaze, seeing a worried expression on hers. 

Her eyes shift to my hand on the pew in front of us, and I notice that it’s shaking. 

“You okay?” she asks. 

I inhale hard, angry at myself. Why would I not be okay?

She grabs my backpack. “You need one of your little blue pills?”

But I snatch the pack out of her hands and glare at her. “If you let her touch you,” I bite out, changing the subject. “She will live to regret it. I don’t even have to leave this seat to ruin her life.”

Liv looks back at me, and I want to get closer—get in her face, because I want a reaction. 

“She won’t be able to take it,” I growl in a low voice. “I will keep going until she can’t take it.” 

I can ruin anyone’s life from my phone. It would be fun. And easy. 

“You’re not embarrassing our team,” I finally tell her. 

Megan was flirting yesterday. There’s no way in hell that’s happening. 

She holds my gaze and then draws in a breath, another fucking air of delight written all over her stupid, fucking face. “I don’t like women who chase me anyway,” she says. “When I want them, they know.”

A tingle spreads up my spine, and when I expect to feel anger at her boldness, something else comes over me instead. 

When I want them, they know. How do they know? What does she do?

But she rises from her seat without elaborating. “Excuse me,” she says, and takes her bag, trying to leave.  

But I stomp down the kneeler, grab her wrist, and yank her to her knees. She sucks in a breath as she catches herself on the pew in front of her, and I pick up my backpack and rise. 

“Sit your ass down,” I grit out. 

I don’t stay to see her reaction. I spin around, ignoring the spying eyes from those around us, and leave the chapel just as Mass begins. 

When I want them… 

I blink long and hard. Jesus. 


 

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A Gorgeous Villain release Blitz & Review

Release Date: June 3

Two years ago, Reed Jackson betrayed Calliope Thorne and broke her heart. So she stole his most prized possession – a white mustang – and drove it into the lake for revenge.
 
Now, Callie is stuck at a reform school while Reed is off at college, living his life without repercussions.
 
Until he comes back.
 
With him comes back all the feelings that Callie has been trying to bury: anger and heartbreak.
 
But most of all, desire. At the sight of his beautiful but lying lips and his gunmetal gray eyes that still taunt and smolder when he looks at her.
 
Whatever though. It’s not as if Callie is ever going to fall for her ex-boyfriend again. Or let him corner her in a bar one night and touch her, kiss her…
 
Neither is she going to kiss him back. Or worse, sleep with him.
 
Because that would make her naïve and foolish.
 
Oh, and also pregnant.
 
And there’s no way Callie is ever going to get pregnant at eighteen and with Reed’s baby, no less. The guy she hates.
 
The guy who taught her all about heartbreak. Who might look like a gorgeous hero but really
is the villain of her story.
 
NOTE: This story is a standalone and does not contain cheating.

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My Review

Holy moly!!!  Talk about a fairy bringing the villain to his knees. Now I’m not sure exactly what I was expecting when I went into this book but this was more than. It was frustratingly angsty. I spent much of this book anticipating the moment when Callie and Reed would get it together. If they’d ever get it together. I loved the push and pull and underlying tension between them for much of this book. It brought such a dark sexiness to the background of everything that was going on and made me hope against all hope that they would be able to work out their crap. There was just something that made you sympathetic to Callie because of the way Reedhad hurt her, and there was definitely something that made your heart bleed for Reed. 

Reed Roman Jackson is legit the villain of my dreams. He’s hot, rich and alpha AF. He’s super protective of his Fae and he’s self punishing to the nth degree. I loved how he said he didn’t love anything or anyone but you could just tell he had this huge capacity to love if he could only realize it. 


Calliope Thorne’s character was so perfectly written and perfect for the heroine to compliment Reed Roman Jackson. This tiny fiery ballerina with so much spirit and love to give and not a bit of fear when it came to standing up to the big huge men in her life. 

Now the first ⅓ of this book is the prequel, The Wild Mustang and the Dancing Fairy. Then the rest is two years after the incident that happens in the prequel. Get ready to see some big time character growing, especially in the last ⅓ of this book. There is so much in the story that finally explains why our Wild Mustang is the way he is, and why he is unable to love anyone. Or has he finally found the ones he loves more than anything? 

I’m obsessed with the level of alpha/possessiveness. It’s fanning yourself over and over, sweating and jaw dropping kinda hot. I Love it so much! 

Cr8zysockbookblock Ratings Wrap Up 

⭐️ Star Rating- ✨✨✨✨ ½ This is definitely a must read for second chance, enemies to lovers, NA, angst lovers, hot baby daddy lovin’ fans.

♨️ Flames of heat- 🔥🔥🔥 This is not a book full of sexy scenes but the tension is super nice. There are a couple of hot scenes that will get ya excited but there’s definitely lots of great build up! 

🌪 Cliffhanger Warning– NO CLIFFHANGER! Perfect HEA and teeny taste of what’s to come in Bronywn’s book! I can’t wait! 


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For Lucy by Jewel E. Ann is now live!

 

*This story contains sensitive subject matter.

From USA Today & Wall Street Journal bestselling author Jewel E. Ann comes a novel so heartfelt and real it redefines the meaning of love.


I’m the wrong guy in the right place the night I steal Tatum Bradshaw from another man. When she mistakes me for her blind date, I decide she deserves a man who shows up on time … like me. Emmett Riley, Mr. Punctual.


Once I confess my true identity and convince her I’m not a creep–just a thief–it’s only a matter of time before my sexy smile and quick wit claim her heart, her hand in marriage, and the perfect life.


Unfortunately, perfection is an illusion, like the promises of our wedding vows. No one can prepare for the unimaginable–the heartbreaking exception to all the rules in life.


When thirty seconds destroys everything, I have to find a new existence and keep my promise to always love our daughter, Lucy, the most.


For Lucy, I will keep a secret, and I will watch my wife drift into the arms of another man.


Given the chance … can I reclaim my wife and the pieces of our life?

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My Review

Well friends, my favorite slice my heart and put it back together author, Jewel E. Ann has written another masterpiece that will impact this girl’s heart FOREVER!! 

For Lucy was so much more than I could have ever imagined I was getting and it was magical. Every tear inducing, gut wrenching, humblingly hilarious, never gonna be the same after this moment. 

This story is so real and raw, so true to life and that’s what made it so much easier for me to fall right into every word, emotion, every sentence. To fall in love with these tragically broken characters and hope and pray they can find true happiness in their lives again. 

This is an amazing story of the lengths of what one person will do to protect the people they love most in the world. My heart broke and it swooned. The absolute sacrifices this person suffered in some ways in silence about many things was astounding. To be loved by someone that much. What.a.dream. Now their life’s circumstances were by no means easy and talk about clawing, kicking and scratching your way back from the depths of despair. But I wouldn’t trade this journey for anything else. I was eye opening, unforgettable and I am forever going to be thinking about these wonderful characters. 

Get ready because Jewel E. Ann brings the tears, the drama, the laughter and every other emotion out there in this not to miss story.

✨Star Rating-  All the stars aligned for this perfect book and it deserves every one. ✨✨✨✨✨✨

🔥Flame factor- As always Jewel’s books are sweaty, sexy and oh so swoony!! Heck yes!  🔥🔥🔥🔥

🌪Cliffhanger warning- no cliffhanger. Tear jerker HEA of Perfection!! 🥰🥺🥰🥺

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Jewel is a Wall Street Journal & USA Today best selling author a with a quirky sense of humor. When she’s not saving the planet one tree at a time, you can find her role modeling questionable behavior to her three boys, binge-watching Netflix with her husband, and writing mind-bending romance. 

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The Bosun Review


OMG y’all! Flutters of excitement, this book gave me butterflies 🦋 and goosebumps and so many moments of fan myself goodness! 😍 

So, Harlow Layne is MY GIRL an absolute reaper of Reverse Age Gap! SHE KILLS  IT EVERY DANG TIME! Intern, The Model and now The Bosun! GAH! My heart is so full though, y’all! Holy Moly Harlow Layne sure put me through the ringer though as always. Lol

There are so many unexpected gems in this book, it will give you everything you are yearning for and things you didn’t even know you wanted or needed. 🙌🏻 From the second you crack the first page it will keep you hanging on every word hoping against all that Stella gets her groove back and overcomes everything her disastrous marriage and divorce put her through. Amongst dramatically sweet and swoony and incredibly funny mishaps, to unexpected moments of frustration, Remy and Stella’s journey is the most delectably phenomenal rollercoaster of emotions. I laughed, I cried, I stressed, I swooned.  I fell so hard for and couldn’t help but to root for the sexy, sweet and so perfectly matched for Stella , Remy. In the past ladies I may have claimed in no uncertain terms that Ryder was MINE, but believe me when I say Remy sure gives him a run for his money.  He’s mine too  just letting y’all know now! I will share him with Stella, cause she’s my girl and her and Pen would probably gang up on me, but I’m not sharing with nobody else. Lol 😏

Stella is a loving friend, sweet, sassy, but is trying to regain her confidence after her ex-husband did the unthinkable. When she first sees the off limits, Remy, she is blown away by this drop dead gorgeous man. He is legit EVERYTHING! He could do things to her body she didn’t even know were possible. 

She’s had a rough go as of late and he only wants to make her feel desired and make her feel better.  They both know this can only be a super secret vacation romance. When life throws situations that beg to differ will Stella take the opportunity given and finally get her much deserved HEA? 

Remy is working as the bosun on a chartered Yacht when he first meets Stella and her band of wild and missflt friends. He is this phenomenally hot,  sweet, young and fun-loving guy but also very off-limits charter staff member. But he’s also very mature and polite. However he is hiding some secrets and feelings of his own. This guy may be young but he’s far from a kid, the stuff he’s seen and dealing with, OMG!! The tears y’all. Oh how I cried! . This guy is all alpha man. He’s dirty and dominant in the bedroom, and sweet and the perfect gentleman outside. AHHH! Yes, he’s that Yummy of a combo, ladies. He’s got it bad for his “sexy Stella.” When the vacation is over can Remy just walk away and just forget about Stella? 

There are most definitely many obstacles that she and Remy must overcome but they just had this undeniable chemistry from the moment they first met. It was hot and electric and they never stood a chance at not giving into their feelings physically, they were just that flipping hot y’all! But more than that, their emotional connection. 

There is always something a little unconventional about Harlow Layne’s couples, they are truly amazingly beautifully connected couples.  Be it life circumstances, appearances, or age difference, she always manages to shock us in some way with their life’s  journey up to the point of meeting. Her approach to how her couples handle and grow through their challenges and differences are what makes her books heartwarming, edgy, swoony, suspenseful and at times angsty. Nevertheless her couples love stories always manage to transcend whatever life throws their way.  The characters are strong, resilient and above all they LOVE BIG and love should always win. It does and so do you with every Harlow Layne book, because there is always a Happily Ever After!! 

Swoon 🥰🥰

 My Cr8zysockbookblock blog ratings wrap up for this book! 

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️- Six bring me on that boat and heal all my hurts, Stars. So grateful for the Ryder and Lexie visits. 😍😍I FLOVE THEM! 

This is so much bigger than a Five Star Read. 👆🏻(See that extra star) 

🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥-There are not enough words in the dictionary to adequately describe the level of hotness🔥🔥 that you are gonna get with Remy and Stella’s stolen sexy love scenes!! 🔥🥵🔥 This is most definitely a Panty Chucker Y’all! (Chuck em ,  you don’t need em’) 

🌪Cliffhanger Warning-🌪🌪No Cliffhanger! *insert sigh of contentment and happiness*🥰 #EndingPerfection

Heroin Stained Hearts Release & Review




Title: Heroin Stained Hearts
Series: In Vein #3
Author: C.M. Radcliff
Genre: Contemporary New Adult Romance
Release Date: April 22, 2021

BLURB
After a terrifying health scare, Ander is finally getting the help he needs.

He’s running out of options and needs the treatment.
The only thing is, he hasn’t been honest with Hadley.
One truth leads to a cascade of events that all circle back to one thing… Ander’s addiction.

Life is never easy and the road to recovery is paved with shattered glass.
Hadley’s in love with an addict that harbors more secrets than Pandora’s Box.
Ander is in love with the girl that deserves more than he can give her.

Their love was built on a mountain of lies and broken promises.
When it all comes crashing down, will their love survive?
Or will they finally fall apart?

My Review

Ander and Hadley are back. Breaking hearts and each other’s spirits with the beautiful inevitably toxic love they share. This poor couple is the absolute epitome of the addict and the enabler that will love them into the grave. They both are so irrevocably in love with each other.

But ultimately Ander can’t change who he is and what he does just because of Hadley. If her love was enough he would do it for her in a heartbeat, but Anders’ problems are big. But Hadley knows deep down that she can just love him better, she knows she can’t keep enabling him. It’s gonna hurt and take some huge sacrifice on her part because she just can’t stay in this world of worry and stress with him. But… Has he finally broken his last straw?

This book, like the others in the series, is emotional and raw. It’s so gut wrenching and real at it’s core you can help but to be swept away into Hadley and Anders’ story. To sympathize with everyone who has ever loved someone so much that they have found themselves in a continuous loop like we see here with Ander and Hadley. Their story is devastated and deep and raw and frustrating. But it’s so REAL y’all! There are couples out there like our Ander and Hadley right now and they don’t survive. So I can’t wait for book four. They have such deep strength and love that they pull from one another. Hardly is so much stronger than she knows and if anyone can be the incentive to make him get clean forever it’s her. I just hope it works. 

Please read this delicious angst fest. You will be on the edge the entire time. This book is all highs and lows for our characters and all of it is magnificent writing. Get it today!! 

Cr8zysockbookblock Ratings Wrap Up! 

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️Five Stars for this amazing story 

🔥🔥🔥🔥Four Flames because Ander and Hadley are always hella hot! 

🌪🌪Cliffy- this book does not have resolution. There is book four coming in June!







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C.M. Radcliff lives in Pennsylvania with her husband and two demon children. Known as the Psycho Queen, she speaks fluent sarcasm, dark humor, and has the mouth of a sailor. If she isn’t reading or writing, she’s probably on an adventure with her little family.



Lie to Me Surprise Release

LIE TO ME

A standalone romance novel



If my childhood taught me anything, it was to survive.

Now I have a deep-rooted mistrust of people and a wall of steel and ice surrounding my heart.


So, when Reed Ryan steps into my life, I know I need to keep him far away.

He’s everything I grew up hating. Fighting. Fleeing.

Devastatingly handsome, he looks like a drunken regret and has heartbreak written over every inch of his body—literally. He’s the quintessential bad boy . . . and he’s a cop.


But the man is my undoing.

When I push, he stands firm.

When I fight, he battles for us.

When he touches me, my traitorous body and heart respond.


Little does Reed know, every lie I feed him is laced with truth.

I have demons that refuse to let me go. Now one of them is threatening to destroy us both.


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