Release Blitz – Talk British To Me

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Talk British to Me, an all-new sexy STANDALONE romance from Robin Bielman is now LIVE!

 

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Talk British to Me by Robin Bielman

 

Genre: Contemporary Romance

 

Synopsis:

 

As the Dating Guy on L.A.’s top morning show, I give the single guy’s perspective on dating, love, and sex—and I give great advice. Everyone’s hooking up…well, except for me. Sure, I can get any woman I want, but I’ve got a “no relationship” clause in my contract and the only woman I want has “relationship” written all over her. Probably stamped on her ass, too. And wouldn’t I like to confirm that.

 

Unfortunately, she wants nothing to do with me. At all. Something about the next Ice Age might have even come up in her rebuttal. Adorable. Because she’s determined to ignore what one simple kiss proved: she wants me as badly as I want her.

 

Everything in me is screaming to go after her, but I’ve got a secret that I’m fairly certain will end up with her roasting my nuts over an open fire. So, job on the line? Check. Nuts on the line? Check. Can’t get her out of my head? Nail…meet coffin. But what a way to go…

 

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My cell pings with an incoming text as I approach the garage elevator, so I’m not exactly paying attention when I hear the elevator arrive and sense someone step out. I think I walk around the person, but my shoulder bumps hers.

 

 

The delicate feel of her has me jerking my head up.

 

 

“Sorry,” we say at the same time.

 

 

She’s holding a box piled high with envelopes that partially block her face. I don’t know if it’s from our slight collision or a natural misstep, but the box wobbles in her hands. She sucks in a breath. I slip my arm under the box to help keep it from tipping over, but that seems to make it worse, because the next thing I know, the envelopes are spilling out onto the ground.

 

 

“Son of a biscuit!” she says, unable to stop the box from crashing down but keeping herself on both feet.

 

 

I burst out laughing.

 

 

Hear me out. The “son of a biscuit” is damn adorable. I’ve never heard anyone actually use it before. But better still, the beautiful creature spewing such foul language is none other than the girl who dumped chicken wings on me. Teague.

 

 

“I’m glad you find this so—”

 

 

She stalls, finally meeting my eyes. Recognition crosses her face as she scrunches up her cute little nose in annoyance.

 

 

“Amusing?” I finish for her.

 

 

She opens her mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. The two of us running into each other again is pretty unbelievable. She huffs out a breath that’s a mixture of contempt and surprise.

 

 

“I’m just as surprised as you, baby.”

 

 

This time the sound she makes from the back of her throat is pure disgust. She drops to all fours to gather the envelopes back into the box.

 

 

I bend down to help, reaching for envelopes while never taking my eyes off her. She’s pissed about more than the dropped cargo. “Bad day?” I say.

 

 

She glares at me.

 

 

“I’m sorry about bumping you. I was looking down at my phone and thought I had plenty of room.”

 

 

Picture a hot girl with blue eyes so kind she couldn’t look daggers no matter how hard she tried. That’s what I’m privileged enough to be staring at now. The corners of my mouth pull up involuntarily. Her mouth, while set in a tight line, is sexy as fuck, those generous lips of hers distracting. “Seriously, Teague, I’m sorry.”

 

Her expression goes from hard to soft instantly. She sits back on her haunches, puts her hands on her thighs. “You remember my name?”

 

 

 

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About Robin:

 

When not attached to her laptop, USA Today Bestselling Author and RITA Finalist, Robin Bielman can almost always be found with her nose in a book. A California girl, the beach is her favorite place for fun and inspiration. Her fondness for swoon-worthy heroes who flirt and stumble upon the girl they can’t live without jumpstarts most of her story ideas.

 

She loves to go on adventures, and has skydived, scuba dived, parasailed, gotten lost in the wilderness (and only suffered a gazillion bug bites for it) hiked to waterfalls, and swam with dolphins. In her spare time she also likes to put her treadmill to good use while watching her favorite TV shows, take hikes with her hubby, indulge her sweet tooth, and play sock tug of war with her cute, but sometimes naughty dog, Harry.

 

She dreams of traveling to faraway places and loves to connect with readers. Keep in touch at all of her social media spots!

 

 

 

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Release Blitz w/Review – Forbidden Promises

 

 

 

 

 

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Title: FORBIDDEN PROMISES

Author: Katee Robert

Series: The O’Malleys, #4

On Sale: May 30, 2017

Publisher: Forever

Mass Market: $7.99 USD

eBook: $5.99 USD

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New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Katee Robert delivers the next book in her sizzling O’Malleys family series, hailed as “The Godfather meets Romeo & Juliet.”

 

A tension-filled plot full of deceit, betrayal, and sizzling love scenes will make it impossible for readers to set the book down.” –Publishers Weekly

 

A great read from the talented Robert!” –RT Book Reviews

 

This is an extraordinary series by any standards, and FORBIDDEN PROMISES slays the competition.” –Fresh Fiction

 

Some lines should never be crossed . . . not even for love.

 

Sloan O’Malley just left her entire world behind—her family, her wealth, and even her real name. For the first time in her life, she’s free. She can live the “normal” life she’s always wanted. A life without fear. But there’s nothing safe about her intensely sexy next-door neighbor.

 

Jude MacNamara has no room for innocence in his life. Only revenge. Still, he’s never been able to walk away from the forbidden, and Sloan—who is every inch of pure, mouthwatering temptation—has forbidden written all over her. Only after it’s way too late does he discover the real danger: claiming Sloan as his puts a target on her back. To protect her, Jude is willing risk everything . . . and to hell with the consequences.

 

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Coming here was a mistake.” Sloan started to get up, but Jude hooked the band of her yoga pants and pulled her down. She ended up straddling him with a hiss of fury. “I dislike you intensely.”

 

No, you don’t.” He palmed her ass, sliding her forward so she rode the ridge of his cock. “You dislike feeling out of control. Guess what, sunshine? You don’t get control when it comes to fucking me.”

 

Her nipples pebbled, showing through her thin tank top. They teased him even as she put her hands on his chest, her fingers kneading him and making him think of a kitten who had just discovered her claws. “And if I want control?”

 

You don’t.” He wrapped one arm around her waist and used his free hand to palm her over the top of her pants. “I’ve barely touched you and you’re so fucking wet, you’re practically panting for me.”

 

You are insufferable.” But she rolled her hips, rubbing herself against his hand. “I’m leaving.”

 

No, you’re not. You’re going to stay here and let me lick that pretty pussy of yours until you come.” He lightly pinched her clit through the fabric, watching her face. She liked the slightest bit of pain if the way her eyes went heavy lidded was anything to go by. “And then I’m going to bend you over this couch and take what’s mine.” Until you forget why you were frightened in the first place tonight.

 

He wanted to hear her say yes. For all his pushing her, if she actually wanted to leave, he wasn’t about to stop her. She wanted him to push her, to corner her, to let her pretend she wasn’t making this decision every step of the way. Fuck that. He gripped her hips, lifting her and standing her on her feet. She blinked, obviously confused. “I thought…”

 

Jude unbuttoned his jeans, drawing the zipper down, his gaze never leaving hers. “You thought I’d take what we both know you want to give me? Newsflash, I might get off on the lady protesting too much, but that only goes so far. You want to leave, leave. I’m not going to chase you down and club you over the head, no matter how much I want you.”

 

She swayed a little. “That’s not fair.”

 

What’s not fair is how goddamn hard I am for you. I watched your little yoga show this afternoon—don’t even pretend you didn’t know because I saw you shooting looks this way. Seeing that pert little ass of yours in the air, like you were offering yourself to me, and not being able to take what I wanted?” He grabbed her hand and pressed it against his cock. “How long do you think you could hold downward dog with my mouth on your pussy?”

 

Her whole body shivered, her hand clenching around his cock. Sloan’s brows slanted down. “You’re doing it again. That thing where I should slap you across your face for talking to me the way you do.”

 

Do it.” Jude took her free hand and set it against his cheek. “But whatever you’re going to do if you’re not leaving, then get those fucking pants off. I’m starving for you.”

 

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Sloan almost gave in. But she hadn’t left her entire life behind to hand over what little freedom she had to another man.

 

She took one step back, and then another. “You’re wrong. I don’t want to give up control.”

 

Lay the terms out. You don’t want this to end, but he can’t run the whole show. You can’t let it happen like that.

 

Sloan lifted her chin, faking a confidence she didn’t feel in the least. “Even if this is temporary, I want it on my terms.”

 

Jude went still. “I’m listening.”

 

The only way you can get what you want is to say it. She bit her lip and then charged on. “If you’re sleeping with me, then you’re sleeping with me. I don’t care if you aren’t a fan of cuddling. It’s something I require to continue this thing.”

 

He raised a single eyebrow. “You want me to whisper sweet nothings in your ear while you’re at it?”

 

I think we can both agree that’s not how you operate.” She didn’t want the lie of sweet nothings, but she’d take the lie of his big body in bed next to hers.

 

Maybe it would make her feel a little less alone.

 

He buttoned his pants with careless efficiency. “I don’t sleep.”

 

Her earlier anger flared. “Then lie there and count sheep for all I care.” She couldn’t believe she was pushing this. It would be so much smarter to retreat back to the safety of her home. Lonely, yes? But at least no one could hurt her there. She was opening herself up for rejection and potentially worse when Jude shot her down.

 

But he didn’t say anything, just continued watching her with a strange look on his face. “This will only end in tears for you, sunshine. You want things I’m not capable of giving.”

 

Her heart gave a pang, but she ignored it the same way she’d been ignoring it for her entire life. “You seem to think I haven’t shed more than my fair share of tears, Jude. What are a few more?” She took a careful breath. “Those are my terms. Take them or leave them.”

 

And then he was towering over her, his hand sifting through her hair to tug her head back so she looked him directly in the eye. “I’m taking them, sunshine. More importantly, I’m taking you.”

 

 

His thumb traced her jaw, unspeakably tender, but then his eyes went hard, making the bottom of her stomach drop in a way that wasn’t altogether pleasant. I have the tiger by the tail.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Forbidden Promises (The O'Malleys, #4)Forbidden Promises by Katee Robert
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

This book is the 4th in The O’Malleys series. This book can be read as a standalone novel. For reader understanding and enjoyment, I recommend reading this series in order.

Jude has sinister plans for someone near Sloan. His past is full of secrets and lies. What could he ever hope to offer someone as innocent as she?

Sloan has her own past full of secrets. She has her own lies she needs to tell. Jude is just eye candy until her curiosity cannot resist.

This series just leaves me breathless! Just when I think nothing can surprise me…. well, I am not a spoiler so you will have to read it to find out. Know that this author never leaves you wanting. The characters are very rich and compelling in all sorts of ways.

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

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FORBIDDEN PROMISES Playlist:

 

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Relax My Beloved – Alex Clare

Alive – Sia

Parachute – Chris Stapleton

River Lea – Adele

Perfect – Ed Sheeran

Laura – Flogging Molly

Ride – Chase Rice (feat Macy Maloy)

Forever Yours – Trey Songz

Hold Me Down – Halsey

Brave Enough – Lindsey Stirling (feat Christina Perri)

Devil’s Backbone – Civil Wars

Heavy in Your Arms – Florence + the Machine

Dangerous Woman – Ariana Grande

Cold Day in Heaven – Delta Rae

Not Afraid Anymore – Halsey

I See Fire – Ed Sheeran

Touch – July Talk

John Wayne – Lady Gaga

One Woman Man – John Legend

 

 

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THE O’MALLEYS SERIES:

 

THE MARRIAGE CONTRACT, #1

THE WEDDING PACT, #2

INDECENT PROPOSAL, #3

FORBIDDEN PROMISES, #4

UNDERCOVER ATTRACTION, #5

 

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR:

 

Katee Robert is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author who learned to tell stories at her grandpa’s knee. Her novel The Marriage Contract was a RITA finalist, and RT Book Reviews named it “a compulsively readable book with just the right amount of suspense and tension.” When not writing sexy contemporary and romantic suspense, she spends her time playing imaginary games with her children, driving her husband batty with what-if questions, and planning for the inevitable zombie apocalypse.

 

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Release Blitz – His Accidental Heir

  
 
 
Can she resist his brand of trouble in paradise?
 
 
 
 
HIS ACCIDENTAL HEIR
Billionaires and Babies 
Joanne Rock
Releasing June 6, 2017
Harlequin Desire
 

 

The Boss’s Baby Bargain
 
When resort developer Cameron McNeill goes undercover to root out problems at his prized island property, his first discovery is the irresistible concierge, Maresa Delphine. Her business smarts are vital to his mission. But the struggling single mom could help with his personal mission, too: fulfilling the marriage terms of his grandfather’s will.
 
Maresa is overwhelmed caring for her infant niece and tending to the demands of the resort’s sexy mystery guest. When he reveals himself as the owner, she’s thrown for a loop. But when he proposes…can she resist his brand of trouble in paradise?
 
 
 
 
 
 

 

She appreciated the cooler breeze on her overheated skin, and the light mist of rain blowing in with it. Only now did she realize the strap of her sundress had fallen off one shoulder, the bodice slipping precariously down on one side. Before she could reach for it, however, Cameron slid a finger under the errant strap and lifted it into place.

 

Her skin hummed with pleasure where he touched her.

 

Sorry.” He slid his hand away fast. “The bare shoulder was…” He shook his head. “I get distracted around you, Maresa. More than I should when I know you want to keep things professional.”

 

The room was mostly dark, except for a glow from the last light of day combined with a golden halo around a wall sconce near the bathroom. He must have turned that on when he’d entered the master suite and found her sleeping.

 

Dreaming.

 

What about you?” Her voice carried the sultriness of sleep. Or maybe it was the sound of desire from her sexy imaginings. Even now, she could swear she remembered the feel of his strong thigh between hers, his chest pressed to aching breasts. “I can’t be the only one who wants to keep some professional objectivity.”

 

She slid her feet to the floor, needing to restore some equilibrium with him. Some distance. They sat on opposite sides of the chaise longue, the gathering storm stirring electricity in the air.

 

Honestly?” A flash of lightning illuminated his face in full color for a moment before returning them to black-and-white. “I would rather abdicate my role as boss where you’re concerned, Maresa. Let my brother Quinn make any decisions that involve you or Rafe. My professional judgment is already seriously compromised.”

 

She breathed in the salty, charged air. Her hair blew silky caresses along her cheek. The gathering damp sat on her skin and she knew he must feel it, too. She was seized with the urge to lean across the chaise and lick him to find out for sure. If she could choose her spot, she’d pick the place just below his steely jaw.

 

I don’t understand.” She shook her head, not following what he was saying. She was still half in dreamland, her whole body conspiring against logic and reason. Rebelling against all her workplace ethics. “We haven’t done anything wrong.”

 

Much. They’d talked about a kiss. But there hadn’t been one.

 

His eyes swept her body with unmistakable want.

 

Not yet. But I think you know how much I want to.” He didn’t touch her. He didn’t need to.

 

Her skin was on fire just thinking about it.

 

What would your brother think of me if he knew we…” Images of her body twined together with this incredibly sexy man threatened to steal the last of her defenses. “How could he be impartial?”

 

Another flash of lightning revealed Cam in all his masculine deliciousness. His shirt was open at the collar, just the way it had been in her dream. Except now, his shirt was damp with raindrops, making the pale cotton cling like a second skin.

 

Cameron watched her steadily, his intense gaze as stirring as any caress. “You know the way you have faith in your brother’s good heart and good intentions? No matter what?”

 

She nodded. “Without question.”

 

That’s how I feel about Quinn’s ability to be fair. He can tick me off sometimes, but he is the most levelheaded, just person I know.”

 

She weighed what he was saying. Thought about what it meant. “And you’re suggesting that if we acted on this attraction…you’d step out of the picture. Your brother becomes my boss, not you.”

 

Exactly.” Cameron’s assurance came along with a roll of ominous thunder that rumbled right through the villa.

 

Right through her feet where they touched the floor.

 

Maresa felt as if she were standing at the edge of a giant cliff, deciding whether or not to jump. Making that leap would be terrifying. But turning away from the tantalizing possibilities—the lure of the moment—was no longer an option. Even before she’d fallen asleep, she’d known that her window for selfish pleasures was closing fast if Isla proved to be Rafe’s daughter and Maresa’s responsibility.

 

How could she deny herself this night?

 

Yes.” She hurled herself into the unknown and hoped for the best. “I know that you’re leaving soon, and I’m okay with that. But for tonight, if we could be just a man and a woman…” The simple words sent a shiver of longing through her.

 

Even in the dim light, she could see his blue eyes flare hotter, like the gas fireplace in the Antilles Suite when you turned up the thermostat.

 

You have no idea how much I was hoping you’d say that.” His words took on a ragged edge as his hands slid around her waist. He drew her closer.

 

Crushed her lips to his.

 

 

On the Plus Side (A Perfect Fit #2)On the Plus Side by Alison Bliss
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

This is book #2, in A Perfect Fit series. This book can be read as a standalone novel. To avoid spoilers, and have a greater understanding of the series, I recommend reading this in order.

Valerie has been in love with her brother’s best friend for as long as she can remember. He has never even looked at her with longing. She is still waiting for the day he wakes up, if ever.

Logan has noticed the very hot Valerie. She has no idea what he has done to stay away. When she finds out, she may be very angry. He just cannot resist her. The eyes, that body, everything.

I think this series has me bedazzled! I love the characters, and how hot the sexy stuff sizzles. The banter is right on, and the heat is just turning up. I cannot wait for the next book!

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Release Blitz – Shopping for a CEO’s Wife

Title: Shopping for a CEO’s Wife
Series: Shopping for a Billionaire #12
Author: Julia Kent
Genre: Romantic Comedy
Release Date: April 25, 2017

 

Blurb:
Snowbound. Sounds so romantic, with visions of cuddling before a roaring fire, hot chocolate spiked with brandy, and a secret elopement.
Wait. What?
My fiancé’s father won’t stop trying to turn our pending wedding into a three-ring media circus so he can get free publicity for his family’s Fortune 500 company. My mother has decided she’s done with All Things Wedding and asks her teacup Chihuahua for mother-of-the-bride advice.
They’ve all gone certifiably mad.
Then the stress from the wedding puts my mother in the hospital, I scream at my future father-in-law in front of a camera crew and the video goes viral, and the romantic wedding that started with Andrew’s grand Pride and Prejudice proposal looks less like Jane Austen and more like Dostoyevsky.
So what do you do when you’re a fixer and you can’t fix something?
You give up on it.
Not on Andrew, silly.

The wedding.

Shopping for a CEO’s Wife is the 12th book in Julia Kent’s New York Times bestselling Shopping series. As Shannon and Declan enjoy their newlywed bliss, Andrew’s father wants to exploit Amanda and Andrew’s nuptials, much to Amanda’s chagrin. Can she learn to stand up to her future father-in-law and fight for what’s right? But the real question is: will Spritzy the teacup Chihuahua end up being a flower girl?

 

 

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New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author Julia Kent writes romantic comedy with an edge. From billionaires to BBWs to new adult rock stars, Julia finds a sensual, goofy joy in every contemporary romance she writes. Unlike Shannon from Shopping for a Billionaire, she did not meet her husband after dropping her phone in a men’s room toilet (and he isn’t a billionaire). She lives in New England with her husband and three sons in a household where the toilet seat is never, ever, down.

 

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Release Blitz – His Competent Woman

  

 

 

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His Competent Woman

Ellen Whyte

April 18 2017

 

 
 
 
 
30,000 words 
Complete & Standalone
 
In desperate need for money, Emma applies for a job with handsome billionaire Curtis West. She’s not really qualified for the job and to make matters worse, she loses her temper during the interview and fudges her credentials. Can she pull it off or will this end in tears?
 
 

Chapter One Emma: Bad News And Billionaires

 

     “Ben’s a lovely boy,” Miss Maddy said brightly. “We’re so happy to have him.”
     “Thank you so much!”
 
     Oh tell her to quit the chitchat and cut to the chase!
 
     That’s my inner devil. I’m patient and cool on the outside, but inside of me there’s this little voice that pipes up and says it how it is. She’s blunt, difficult and honestly, a bit of a slut. Maybe it’s the real me, I don’t know. But whoever that little voice really belongs to, she’s certainly impatient.
 
     While my devil was right, I resisted an impulse to hurry Miss Maddy along. Ben’s schoolteacher was dedicated and likeable although somewhat longwinded. Being a teacher is a tough job, and Miss Maddy prefaced every conversation with endless compliments, as if parents weren’t capable of tackling reality without a spoonful of sugar.
 
     “Ben’s kind, generous and very popular.”
 
     “But Ben isn’t doing well,” I prompted her. “Is he naughty in class? Not listening maybe?”
 
     “He’s in my bad books for being too chatty at least twice a week!” Miss Maddy laughed indulgently. “But that’s normal for a seven year old, isn’t it?”
 
     Come ooooooooooooooooon!
 
     “You asked me to come and see you,” I reminded her. “You said it was important?”
     When she’d called me, I’d immediately envisioned broken bones or at the very least gushing blood. Once assured on both counts my mind had flown to some hideous disciplinary problem. Thankfully, Ben didn’t seem to be in any trouble.
 
     “Ben’s not doing well on his reading,” Miss Maddy was finally getting to the point. “His writing is poor too.”
 
     Okay, so my stomach plummeted at that. “He’s young. I thought boys are slower to develop than girls?”
 
     “I think he may be dyslexic,” Miss Maddy confided. “I’m not a psychologist, Mrs Reed, but he does seem confused about certain his words and letters. I think we should have him tested.”
 
     Now I could barely breathe either. “Dyslexic? But that’s serious, isn’t it?”
 
     “Well, it makes school a bit more of a challenge but with support most children cope very well.”
 
     “I’ll make an appointment with the doctor.”
 
     “I’m afraid that won’t work,” Miss Maddy said carefully. “Dyslexia isn’t covered.”
 
     Hell, hell, hell!
 
 
     If it wasn’t covered by the National Health Service, it meant private doctors. That meant money, and I didn’t have a bean. “Can you test him?” My voice was totally Mini Mouse, squeakily hoping against hope.
 
     “I’m afraid not.” Miss Maddy handed over a leaflet. “It takes a qualified psychologist. There’s a list here to help you out.”
 
     “They’re going to be expensive and I’m broke!”
 
     “I’m so sorry.” Miss Maddy looked away, knowing it was bad news. “You’re a widow, isn’t that so?”
 
     “Yes.” Dear Graham. Gone seven years now.
 
     “He died in Iraq?” Miss Maddy asked delicately. “Erm, during the war?”
 
     “Actually, he was run over.” It still made me sad just thinking of it. “It was an accident.”
 
     A stupid, stupid accident. A young man, a car thief, had made off with an army jeep parked at the Baghdad market. He’d jumped in, taken off and rocketed into Graham just twenty feet later. Killed instantly, Graham’s friends assured me afterwards. Graham hadn’t suffered at all, thank heaven.
 
     The driver had joined him shortly after. The mob had beaten him so badly that he’d died on the spot. It was no consolation. I didn’t find it a comfort that two families had grieved instead of one. Still don’t actually.
 
     “Very tragic,” Miss Maddy said sympathetically. “Look, there are some charities that help out. It’s all in the leaflet.”
 
     “Oh, thank God!”
 
     “But it can take months to make an appointment,” Miss Maddy cautioned me. “And it may not be in Oxford, so you may want to save for the trip.”
 
     Oh lord, it’s going to take us months, my inner devil moaned.
 
     Miss Maddy cleared her throat, piling on bad news, “I’m afraid that if Ben is dyslexic, he will need some support.”
 
     Support. Crap, crap, crap. That meant specialist training, extra classes, and that meant more bills. My stomach pitched and rolled with fright. As if I weren’t already struggling to make ends meet.
 
     Parenting Ben on my own made working a regular job extremely challenging. Few businesses tolerate staff starting at 9am and dashing off at 3pm – never mind sick days and school holidays.
 
     I hadn’t been able to find a decent job, full time or part time, either. After applying to hundreds of companies, I’d turned to the gig economy. To my horror, I discovered that meant forking out for massively expensive babysitters at unreasonable hours. A zero hours contract at Tescos had actually cost me money at the end of the month, with all my salary and some of my last remaining savings going to sitters.
 
     Now I was just shattered at the thought of the months ahead. A psychologist would cost a bomb but there was nothing left to sell. The car had gone first, then the antique clock that had been my grandmother’s and finally the 78s, the vintage records that had been Graham’s treasures from his grandfather.
 
     All I had left of value was my wedding ring, an antique Cartier that I’d taken off and shoved into my pants drawer because two of the diamond chips had fallen out.
 
     Oh god, do we have to part with it? It’s all we have left of him!
 
 
     Just the thought made me feel like weeping but I had to pull myself together. Ben’s future was more important.
 
     “What will testing cost?” I asked Miss Maddy fearfully.
 
     “Well, there’s the assessment. Last year we had little Siti Menon tested and I think her mum said it set her back -” Miss Maddy mentioned a figure that made me reel.
 
     “If he is, will he need special lessons?” I was praying she’d say not. “Or a special school?”
 
     “We can help,” Miss Maddy assured me.
 
     For a second I breathed again. If the school could pitch in, maybe we’d be okay. I was uncomfortably aware of being a burden, a scrounger on state benefits. Maybe I could help, volunteer for something.
 
 
     My spirits rose a little but then Miss Maddy whacked me right back down. “But if Ben’s diagnosed, there may be extras like a laptop and special software. Tutoring in coping techniques can sometimes help too.”
 
     She rummaged in her desk. “Let me see about prices. I had a list here from a chat group the other day. I think tutoring classes are charged by the half hour and that they tend to charge about -“
 
     By the time she was done, I felt sick. Even selling my ring wouldn’t raise enough cash.
 
     “But it’s all worth it,” Miss Maddy finished. “It really does work.” Then she put the boot in. “Without intervention, he’ll fall more and more behind.”
 
     “Can the school help with a grant for testing?” I would crawl through broken glass if they’d help. Sack cloth, ashes, the lot.
 
     Miss Maddy just shrugged helplessly. “I’m so sorry.”
 
     “Or maybe if he needs it, with tutoring?”
 
     That got me another helpless shrug.
 
     I sat in my chair, shell-shocked. I knew that Ben would not get any more attention. It wasn’t Miss Maddy’s fault. She simply had too many kids to cope with. The school was already under tremendous strain, with classrooms holding thirty children and sometimes more. Frankly, it was a miracle she’d not just dismissed Ben as lazy.
     “I’ll see to it,” I tried to sound totally cool. “Thank you, Miss Maddy. It’s very kind if you to alert me.”
 
     Miss Maddy blushed. “It’s a pleasure. We all love Ben. He’s such a pleasant boy.”
     She’s a pain in the bum sometimes, Miss Maddy, but her heart is in the right place.
     Walking out on to the sunny street, I prayed for a miracle. Maybe the job centre had something new.
 
     “Oh, Mrs Reed,” the counter staff knew me by name, I’d been in so often. “There’s an opening in Tescos, but it’s shift work. Mostly nights and weekends.”
 
     “They pay so little that it won’t cover the baby sitting,” I couldn’t help but moan. “Is there anything that isn’t zero contract hours or minimum wage?”
 
     “Nothing that matches your qualifications,” the woman said sympathetically.
     “A degree in English literature and a year as a glorified intern in a publishing house have prepared me for nothing but benefits.” Yes, I was on a total self-pitying grumble fest. “Why didn’t I study something lucrative like accounting?”
 
     “Accounting?” One of the office staff popped up, holding a newly printed vacancy notice. “There’s a job in Weston Enterprises. It says office manager but they said to give priority to people with bookkeeping or financial management experience.”
 
 
     Weston Enterprises, a top of the line green architecture construction company. I took the posting and read through it quickly. It looked like simple enough work, a girl Friday job that covered office record keeping. It was nine to five, a proper contract and the salary was decent. It was a miracle.
 
     Run! My inner devil screamed. Get there right now! We’ll snaffle this job before some other desperate cow even gets wind of it!
 
     “I’ll go straight away!” Then I ran out of the door before anyone could stop me.
     It wasn’t difficult to find Weston Enterprises. Not only are they one of the richest construction companies in the country, but their headquarters consists of a silvered glass tower. Soaring straight up from a small park, the locals had nicknamed it Minas Ithil after the moon inspired spire from Lord Of The Rings.
 
     I managed to catch a bus that took me straight to the front gate. I blasted through the little park and arrived at reception pink faced and panting. “I’ve come about the office manager job,” I announced.
 
     The receptionist, a pretty little bubble blonde in a blue flowered summer dress, glanced over the job vacancy sheet. “That will be Sam,” she chirped brightly. “Top floor. Speak to Caitie. Her desk is in reception.”
 
     The executive lift was opulent and made entirely out of glass. As it whisked me into the air, I was treated to a dazzling view of Oxford. The doors opened on an equally stunning vision: Caitie who was working the executive floor reception desk looked more like a fashion model than an office worker.
 
 
     She was perfect for Minas Ithil. Arwen Evenstar to the life, the girl could be an Elven Ring-bearer, no problem.
 
     Caitie was tall, slender and dressed in an emerald silky shift that looked straight off a Tokyo catwalk. Her glossy black hair fell down her back. It was so long, that it almost reached her waist. Everything about the woman screamed style. Even her nails were perfect; a classic French manicure with white glitter tips.
 
     I took in all the gloss, feeling my toes curl in shame. I would never, ever get a job here. It was amazing they’d even let me in the door.
 
     Her eyes are too close together and she’s probably got hammertoes. Inner me can be a bitch.
 
 
     “You’re here to see Sam?” The model was abrupt and her voice was rough. She was emptying out her desk, clearly intent on leaving. But she smiled nicely enough and waved me to a plush leather sofa. “Do take a seat.”
 
     “Erm, can you point me to the ladies?”
 
     I bolted into the loo instead, took one look at my reflection and squealed with horror. I’d wanted to look smart for Miss Maddy so I’d worn plain black trousers and a navy blue blouse. It was suitably severe, corporate and nobody would guess that my black court shoes were so worn that the left one had a hole in the sole. But compared to Miss Evenstar out in reception, it looked hideously dull.
 
     As for my hair! It’s naturally curly and a dark chestnut that goes well with any strong colour from turquoise to wine. But with me raking my hands through it all morning, it was standing up on end. Sadly, it wasn’t a romantic wild cloud, either.
 
     I’d say porcupine but it has a flavour of puffer fish too, you know, that super poisonous one. Devil me can be mercilessly self critical too.
 
     To add a final horrible touch, my face was scarlet from running. As well as my looking like a freak, it had made my eyeliner run. Instead of sultry, I was looking at racoon eyes.
 
     “You look like Cher – after she’s put her fingers in a socket,” I grumbled at mirror me. “And without the sexy vulpine glamour.”
 
     Repairing the damage, I hastily combed my hair, pulling it back into a well-tamed bun. Running my hands under the cold tap and pressing them against my face, toned down some of the hideous flush.
 
     Waiting for the last of the red to cool away, I stared my reflection. My hair’s okay but I’ve got very ordinary brown eyes, too boring for beauty, a nice straight nose but it’s too big for my taste, and my mouth is too thin. Still, with the black and navy look I was presentable. I reminded myself that this was a job interview, not a beauty competition.
     Just as well really because my blouse looked as if I’d been poured into it and my trousers were disgustingly tight. I’d eaten been eating too much cheap stodge recently and had failed to lose my winter pounds as well.
 
     Real women have curves!
 
     It was not a comfort. “Well,” I smiled at mirror-me. “At least giving up chocolate means no spots.”
 
     Digging in my bag, I realised I was out of eyeliner. My mascara was almost dead, but a drop of water from the tap eked it out. I was almost out of lipstick too but by digging in the bottom of the tube, I made do.
 
     “There,” I talked myself up for courage. “Understated, serious and dependable. Totally employable.”
 
     There was no way I could compare to the gorgeous PA but seeing this was an admin job, hopefully looks wouldn’t matter.
 
     “You’ll be behind closed doors. Probably in the basement,” I assured myself.
     I looked at the job description again.
 
     Must have good organisational skills, communicate well and handle many details and challenging situations at once.
 
 
     Well, I could handle that. Having once invited Ben’s kindergarten group over to the house for his birthday, there was nothing a company could throw at me that would scare me. Twenty screaming kids had made me immune to chaos and yelling, and it was unlikely the executives would mimic little Kevin and vomit into my handbag or hang on to me so hard that my knickers slid down to my knees like they had with that minx Seema.
 
     Must be conversant with Microsoft Office packages including Word, Excel and PowerPoint.
 
     Proofing manuscripts had made me an ace at editing, and I’d taken a course in PowerPoint at the Job Centre, just to improve my CV. My Excel skills were basic but I’d be fine after a bit of quick extra tutoring. All jobs have a learning curve. I could get up to speed in the evenings in the first week or so.
 
     Includes responsibility for liasing with vendors to ensure that orders are fulfilled as requested, invoices are paid and refunds or exchanges are processed.
 
     That sounded like it took common sense. Also, fighting with the plumber, the electrician and three roof contractors had made me an expert in negotiation. And with the plumber being a foul-mouthed Geordie, I’d not be knocked sideways by construction worker swearing either.
 
     Must hold a degree in business administration and have at least two years relevant corporate experience.
 
     Ouch. Now that was a stumbling block. I knew full well that a degree in English Lit would not be an acceptable substitute. But perhaps they were flexible on that.
     Human resources were always trying to filter applicants by box ticking, I told myself firmly. And anyway, figuring out our finances and living on the edge for seven years had to count for something.
 
     I took one last look in the mirror, straightened my shoulders and walked out, straight into a firestorm.
 
     “Caitie, my own bloody PA is cleaning out her desk right now! No notice!” The roar blasted out of the carpeted executive offices, ringing around the building. I flattened myself against the wall instinctively. “Family issues, she says! Her bloody sister had a kid and Caitie feels she has to run off and play nanny!”
 
 
     “Can we offer some leave instead?” a much more reasonable voice asked. “Negotiate?”
 
     “Seeing she’s been late every morning this week, and skiving off early, I told her to get out and not come back!” angry voice fumed.
 
     “Oh dear. And I came to tell you that Suze has given notice too.”
 
     “Whaaaaaat?” The loud angry voice echoed down the corridor, practically shattering the delicately tinted windows.
 
     “She has a baby, Curtis. She decided being a mum was more important than a career.”
 
     “She told us when she applied for the job that she was a career woman!”
 
     “Yes, but she changed her mind. It’s not a total disaster, we can replace her.”
 
     “Can we? We’re still looking for a press relations exec too!” The voice was fuming. “One who won’t give zero notice after falling in love with a bloody tourist and emigrating to Australia!”
 
     “Right, Anya,” the unfortunate Sam said. “Well, it was unusual, and rather romantic, I thought.”
 
     “Romantic? It’s disruptive and it costs a fortune to interview and recruit!” The anger was running freely, his voice ringing around the hall. “Babies, family issues and bloody husband hunting! They preach bloody equality but it’s all take and no give!”
 
     “Oh come on. We’re just hitting a bad patch.”
 
     “I’ve had it, Sam! From now on, no more women!”
 
     “Curtis, I appreciate you’re angry but you know you can’t do that. Discrimination is illegal.”
 
     “Illegal? What about quitting with no notice? Three of them in one week!”
 
     “It’s unprincipled but we can’t exactly chain them to their desks.”
 
     “Unprincipled? It’s bloody robbery! Look at Suze! At the interview she went on and on about how she wanted a career, yet she married some banker a month later.”
 
     “Well, it’s not a crime.”
 
     “Isn’t it? She had a worthless bloody degree that qualified her for nothing when she started. I spent six months training her up, then she fell pregnant. She took her sick leave and her holiday, both of which I paid for. Then she vanished for the best part of a year on maternity leave, which I also paid for, and now she goddamn quits!”
 
 
     The roar reverberated through the hall. I shivered, frozen by the rage.
 
     “Yes, it’s unfortunate-“
 
     “Unfortunate? It bloody well cost me a fortune!”
 
     “Yes, I know.”
 
     “Two years and I’ve not had an ounce of work out of her!”
 
     “Yes, but -”
 
     “You said I can’t fire her but now she can just leave?”
 
     “Yes.”
 
     “Can I sue her for compensation?”
 
     “No. It doesn’t work that way.”
 
     “Can I sue Caitie for walking out with no notice?”
 
     “Actually, no.”
 
     “Fine. In that case, no more women.”
 
     “But Curtis -“
 
     I snuck down the hall, back into the waiting room, now empty, and then sat trembling. Curtis, the voice had said. That roar had been Curtis Weston, CEO of Weston Enterprises. I’d read about him often.
 
     Curtis was one of our local lions. An inspirational architect, the creator of the glass Minas Ithil tower and winner of several awards, including a coveted RIBA for innovation in architecture. He was a local boy who had built up a billion pound fortune, and everyone in Oxford was proud of him.
 
     In interviews he’d seemed pleasant if rather driven. Now I was changing my mind. Curtis Weston only cared about his business. He didn’t have a clue that life, love and family can change lives and priorities.
 
     It was unfortunate that he was losing three of his staff at the same time, but being stinking rich, he could just replace them. Curtis Weston’s reaction was completely over the top.
 
     “Mrs Reed?” A tall friendly looking man with sandy hair and a slightly rumpled brown suit stood before me. “I’m Sam Jefferson, human resources director.” He had a warm smile and a firm handshake. “You’re awfully quick! I only sent the job spec an hour ago.”
 
     I smiled, “I like to be efficient.” Game on, right?
 
     “Right,” Sam was looking me over. With a sinking heart I could see he was noting the lack of jewellery, well-worn shoes and probably my worried eyes too. Oh crap. The Job Centre probably sent him my CV.
 
     “Penguin Publishing!” Well, that’s impressive!” Yes, Sam was checking out my past. My heart was plummeting into my gut again.
 
     Smile and flash our boobs, my horrible self is shameless. Think of Ben! If it helps get us the job, it’s worth it!
 
     God to be reduced to this! I did have a promising start in Penguin but then there was a telltale year long gap, and then the dratted thing was littered with zero hour jobs. The whole thing reeked of loser.
 
     “Cashier at Tescos, driving for Uber, and part time cleaner for the Royal Bank,” Sam said warmly. “You’re versatile and not afraid of hard work. You’ve been taking short courses too. Excellent!”
 
     He was going to turn me down! The despair just blasted through me. He wanted a competent professional with years of experience, not a run down single parent. Especially with Curtis Weston ripping into him just minutes before.
     I’m a lame duck mum, I thought.
 
     The money I needed was receding before my eyes. In a flash I could see Ben being left further and further behind, with me standing uselessly on the sidelines, unable to help him.
 
     Fight, you stupid cow!
 
     “I’m organised and used to coping with problems,” I said quickly. “I enjoy challenge and I’m a fast learner.”
 
     “Yes, I can see that,” Sam said gently. I could tell he hated this part of his work, telling desperate job seekers they were out of luck. Sam seemed a kind man, one of the best. He was probably thinking that Curtis Weston would kill him if he hired me. I wasn’t even remotely a fit for the job either, or any job they had probably.
     “Mrs Reed, I’m very sorry but -“
 
     “The Royal Bank were very pleased with me,” I interjected desperately. It wasn’t a lie. The manager had complimented me on my sparkling clean corners and floor waxing.
 
     “Sam, can I borrow Jenny?” Curtis put his head around the door. “I’ve got a pile of correspondence and I’m busy with that presentation for Fitzsimmons -” he stopped abruptly and stared at me. “Oh,” he said crisply. “Hello.”
 
     He was much taller than I’d imagined. Curtis Weston was easily six feet, with narrow hips and long legs contributing to an overall impression of lean grace. He moved swiftly, every move economical and purposeful. It was sexy as hell; panthers had nothing on this man.
 
     The strong regular features were good too. Short brown hair, brown eyes and a light tan from working outside set off sparkling white teeth, small nose and slanting cheekbones.
 
     Oh sweet mother of god, YUM! He’s stunning! Want! Want! Want!
 
 
     I ignored my suddenly thumping heart. Okay, what am I lying for? The thumping was way lower down in my body.
 
     Good looks and ohmilord just look at the window dressing!
 
 
     The expensive suit was definitely more than an off the rack at some high-end fashion house like Armani or Cardin. No, this was pure Savile Row. It was hand made and beautifully tailored to highlight the sinewy physique and the expensive black material screamed money. So did the crisp blue shirt and the navy and red tie.
     My knees were going liquid just looking at him. He was damn gorgeous.
 
     Lean, dark and sexy, just like we like them, inner me moaned. And seeing he built this business up from nothing, he’s also bright and hard working.
 
     I had to agree. If we’d met at a party, I’d have made the most horrendous pass.
     The thing about all that beauty and grace is that I suddenly became aware of less than glorious me. Horribly aware of my clothes, too worn to impress and definitely straining at the seams, I sucked in my tummy. I really had to lose some weight.
 
     Like chop off three inches all the way round. Or industrial lippo-suction.
 
     I was also cursing myself for my haste. Instead of rushing over, hoping that being first would snag me the job, I should have made an appointment, done my hair properly, dressed better and looked the part.
 
     Investing in some new shoes might have been a good move too. I could feel the unseen hole in the sole burning into my foot.
 
     “You’re applying?” Curtis spoke swiftly, with a light, clipped tone.
 
     Say something!
 
 
     But I was tongue-tied, suddenly shy of all that gorgeousness right in front of me.
 
     “This is Emma Reed,” Sam said quickly. “She’s here for the office manager job.”
 
     Curtis stepped forward and I caught a whiff of his aftershave: leather and orange. It promised warmth and excitement. I could feel myself flush.
 
     He’ll have a lean body with long ropey muscles. Those arms will curl around us, sexy and hard. Totally delicious.
 
 
     I mentally shook myself and told myself to focus. Curtis Weston was clearly out of my league, just like the job but oh my God, if only I could take him home as a consolation prize!
 
     You still haven’t spoken, moron!
 
     “Hello!” It was supposed to come out cool and competent but I sounded like Minnie Mouse. I cleared my throat, adding, “Nice to meet you.” Hell! Now I was Billy Goat Gruff!
 
 
     Curtis Weston nodded briefly. “How do you do.” His voice was cool to the point of cold.
 
     He was looking me over. I suddenly had the impression that I was standing under a searchlight. Every inch of me felt hot and exposed. The hazel eyes ran over me swiftly. This was a man who was quick in everything, from mood to decisions. And by the pursed mouth I could feel him judging my worn shoes and lack of gloss.
 
     The image of Caiti, the supermodel in the emerald sheath, rushed back into mind. Yes, the slightly contemptuous gaze told me Curtis Weston thought I wasn’t up to par.
     He wasn’t gorgeous; he was a judgemental arse.
 
     Suddenly furious, I turned to Sam. “As I was saying, Mr Jefferson, the Royal Bank was pleased with my work. They did say they might have another opening, so if you’ve other candidates-“
 
     “The Royal Bank?” Curtis interjected. “You worked there?”
 
     “Yes, and for Tesco, and Penguin publishing.” I decided I’d lay it on thick. I’d never get the job, Sam Jefferson would know I was misrepresenting myself, but at least I could walk out with my pride intact.
 
     “Are you married?” Curtis asked abruptly. “Or intending to get pregnant soon?”
 
     “Curtis!” Sam was red with annoyance. “For God’s sake!”
 
     “Oh, I don’t mind,” I said sweet as honey. “Let me tell you, Mr Weston, that I am not married, and do not intend to marry. Frankly, I have no interest in men!”
 
     “Excellent!” Curtis said promptly. “You’re hired!”
 
 
 
 

 

 

 

Release Blitz – The House Mate

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What’s sexier than a bad boy? A bad ass man who’s got his shit together.

 

Max Alexander is nearing thirty-five. He’s built a successful company, and he’s conquered the professional world, but he’s never been lucky in love. Focusing so much time on his business and raising his daughter, adulting has come at the expense of his personal life.

 

His social skills are shit, his patience is shot, and at times, his temper runs hot.

 

The last thing he has time for is the recently single, too gorgeous for her own good young woman he hires to take care of his little girl. She’s a distraction he doesn’t need, and besides, there’s no way she’d be interested. But you know what they say about assumptions?

 

 

This is book 3 in the Roommates series, but each book can be read as a complete standalone as they all feature new couples to fall in love with.      

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Release Blitz – Writing My Own Destiny


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‘We love Aussies,’ they said, ‘the readers will eat you up’.



Those seven little words got me on a plane to the USA for the ‘Raunchy with a touch of sexiness – Valentine’s Day Author Event’ in Miami.


I’m a romance author. A girl with a vivid imagination, and an overactive sex drive. 


Oh, and yes I’m Australian


When I agreed the so-called love of my life had just walked out on me, leaving me with two little girls. All I wanted was a little fun and some no strings attached fun while I was there. 


It would be my very own ‘what happens in Miami, stays in Miami’.


Unless I fall in love with an American….


There’s no such thing as a happily ever after in real life.




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About Stacey Johnston:

Stacey Johnston was raised in Perth, Western Australia. She is a wife and mum to four children.



Having been an avid reader most of her life, Stacey finds herself most at ease when she can lose herself in stories of romance and mystery.


Stacey has a creative way of bringing suspense into her stories which keeps her reader hanging onto every word to find out how it ends.


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Release Blitz – Living With Him

 

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Title: Living with Him

Author: J.L. Ostle

Cover Designer: Kennedy Kelly of K Creative Designs

Release Date: March 27, 2017

 

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I am your typical good girl, I work hard, I don’t drink and I have never been with a guy.

I am invisible to those around me, and I like it that way until one bad night leads me to run away from my dark past and move in with the campus bad boy. Jackson McKenzie. Jackson oozes sex appeal and intrigue. Girls surround him wanting to be the next girl he charms into bed. He either is playing in his band or being the college Casanova. But he treats me differently from the other girls, he’s kind to me, treating me like I’m fragile, being my everything. We need each other, in more ways than I ever could imagine. He teaches me how to be happy, smile and have fun but will it be me who teaches him how?  

 

 

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J.L. Ostle was born in Antrim, Northern Ireland, now living in Carlisle, England. J.L. Ostle is a full time mother looking after her cute, active little boy. When she she hasn’t got her head stuck in a book or writing, she’s watching movies, or doing activities with her friends and their children.        

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Book Blitz – The Storm

The Storm
R.J. Prescott
(The Hurricane #3)
Publication date: March 21st 2017
Genres: New Adult, Romance, Sports

Marie Kelly is a survivor who doesn’t know when to quit. Against all odds, she’s living a life she never dreamed she could have. It was enough… until a stubborn boxer makes her want more.

Irish charmer Kieran Doherty has been a fighter at Driscoll’s Gym for most of his life. He’s been content to let his best friend take the spotlight, now it’s his turn to make a name for himself in the world of heavy weight champions. Falling in love is the one thing he vowed never to do, but meeting Marie changed everything.

It’s easy to imagine a happy-ever-after when the sun is shining. But when the storm comes, and all hope seems lost, they both learn that if you want something badly enough, you have to be willing to fight for it.

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When I finally plucked up a bit of courage, I peeped out of the curtains to see Kieran throwing stones at the window.

 

“Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair,” he mock shouted, when he caught my eye. I opened the window to whisper loudly back at him.

 

“Are you high?” I asked. “Why didn’t you just ring the doorbell or call me?”

 

“I thought this would be more romantic,” he said.

 

“If I ignore the fact that my nipples probably have frostbite, I am feeling romanced,” I replied. He looked pained. “What’s wrong?” I asked.

 

“You said ‘nipples’ and now I can’t think of anything else,” he replied, making me smile.

“Now I’m down here, what’s the chances of seeing an accidental nip slip?” he asked.

 

“Depends,” I replied.

 

“On what?” he asked.

 

“What’s in the bag?” I said.

 

“Hot chocolate and warm doughnuts,” he said, holding up the bag as if to barter.

 

“Well, I would have said slim to none, but fresh doughnuts might have just tipped the odds in your favour,” I replied.

 

“Yesss!” he said, fist bumping the air in victory.

 

I closed the window and ran to buzz him in. He bounded up the stairwell, his heavy footsteps echoing loudly in the hallway. When he got to my door, he looked me up and down, taking in my short royal blue, silk pyjamas. Dropping the sack, he speared his hands into my hair and pulled me into a kiss that had me melting. Kier didn’t kiss with just his lips; he did it with his whole body. Without shoes on, I was tiny in comparison, but inside of the cage of his huge arms, I felt protected and safe. Despite his size, his lips were so gentle. He didn’t treat me like I was fragile, but like I was precious, as though every touch was one that he was experiencing for the first time and memorizing for later.

 

Feeling bold, I traced the seam of his mouth with my tongue, and when he parted his lips and touched his tongue against mine, I groaned. Every sensation was too much, and not enough. Breathless, he pulled away from me to nuzzle his face in the crook of my neck. I reached up and gently stroked the short hair at the back of his neck, making him sigh.

 

 

 

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USA Today bestselling author R.J. Prescott was born in Cardiff, South Wales, and studied law at the University of Bristol, England. Four weeks before graduation she fell in love, and stayed. Ten years later, she convinced her crazy, wonderful firefighter husband to move back to Cardiff where they now live with their two equally crazy sons. Her debut novel The Hurricane was an international bestseller and finalist in the Goodreads Awards in the category of debut author.

 

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My rating: 5 of 5 stars

Bristol and Marlon AKA Grip’s story continues in this amazingly touching and yet intense story. Grip has been chasing her since that very special moment back in college. The best Spring Break of their lives.

Grip has all but given up, since the better part of a decade has past and still she will not give him an inch. He has tried to move on – but at what expense? Can the heart really forget what his head tells him he must?

This book was everything I was looking for, and more. In typical fashion, this author gives us an intense relationship filled with twists and turns. With a little suspense thrown in. I loved it. Even though I cried and laughed my way through it. This was made better with some of our favorite characters and surprises thrown in.

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Resisting an irresistible force wears you down and turns you out. I know. I’ve been doing it for years. I may not have a musical gift of my own, but I’ve got a nose for talent and an eye for the extraordinary. And Marlon James – Grip to his fans – is nothing short of extraordinary. Years ago, we strung together a few magical nights, but I keep those memories in a locked drawer and I’ve thrown away the key. All that’s left is friendship and work. He’s on the verge of unimaginable fame, all his dreams poised to come true. I manage his career, but I can’t seem to manage my heart. It’s wild, reckless, disobedient. And it remembers all the things I want to forget.

 

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“Ryan continues her streak of amazingly accessible and authentic romantic fiction. Grip is a bold and unapologetic look at interracial romance and does not shy away from any of the ideals and prejudices that most of us are too polite to acknowledge – head on- amidst one of the sexiest, and most provocative true love romances Ryan has penned to date. Break out the fans folks, Grip is aptly titled and sure to make you need a grip! — Sheena, Smexy Books

 

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In 8 years, Marlon James will be one of the brightest rising stars in the music industry. Bristol Gray will be his tough, no-nonsense manager. But when they first meet, she’s a college student finding her way in the world, and he’s an artist determined to make his way in it. From completely different worlds, all the things that should separate them only draw them closer. It’s a beautiful beginning, but where will the story end?

 

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Kennedy loves to write about herself in third person. She loves Diet Coke…though she’s always trying to quit. She adores her husband…who she’ll never quit. She loves her son, who is the most special boy on the planet. And she’s devoted to supporting and serving families living with Autism. And she writes love stories! For updates, new releases, giveaways and other adventures, subscribe to her newsletter: https://app.mailerlite.com/webforms/landing/j9u8i3

 

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