New Release: P.S. I Hate You, Winter Renshaw

Dear Isaiah,

Eight months ago, you were just a soldier about to be deployed and I was just a waitress, sneaking you free pancakes and hoping you wouldn’t notice that my gaze was lingering a little too long.

But you did notice.

We spent a “week of Saturdays” together before you left, and we said goodbye on day eight, exchanging addresses at the last minute.

I saved every letter you ever sent, your words quickly becoming my religion.

But you went radio silent on me months ago, and then you had the audacity to walk into my diner yesterday and act like you’d never seen me in your life.

To think … I almost loved you and your beautifully complicated soul.


Whatever your reason is—I hope it’s a good one.

Maritza the Waitress

PS – I hate you, and this time … I mean it.




There’s no denying something’s there, something that makes my heart trot when he looks at me, something that makes me slick on an extra coat of lip balm or an extra spritz of perfume before dashing out the door to meet him.
And while I’m the one who made the rules—no romance and only honesty at all times—I’m the one who can’t stop thinking about what would happen if we broke one of them.
Only problem is, I have zero idea if he’s thinking what I’m thinking. He’s so even-keeled and emotionally guarded, but they say actions speak louder than words and the fact that he’s here, spending time with me doing stupid shit has to count for something … right?
“Why are you staring like that?” Isaiah asks when he turns around.
My cheeks warm. I’d been spacing off. “No reason.”
“Bullshit. You can’t lie, remember? Tell me what you were thinking about.” His lips draw into a playful smirk, and I can’t decide if I like his mysterious side or his spirited side best. It’s like trying to choose between white chocolate and milk chocolate, which are both delicious in their own ways.
“You don’t want to know.”
And I’m serious. He doesn’t want to know that I’m thinking about him in a way that I was determined not to. Besides, he’s leaving in a few days. There’s no point in ruining the rest of our time together by making this situation unnecessarily complicated.
“Try me,” he says, his stare boring into me. Something tells me he’s not going to let this go.
Giving myself a moment, I gather my thoughts and nibble on my lower lip. “I was just thinking about connections.”
“Connections?” His hands rest on his hips, his shoulders parallel with mine. I have his full, undivided attention.
“I was just thinking about how I hardly know you, but I feel connected to you,” I say, cringing on the inside but fully embracing the discomfiture of this conversation.
He says nothing, which doesn’t make this moment any less awkward for the both of us.
“You asked!” I remind him, throwing my hands up.
Another moment passes, the two of us lingering next to some hairy elephant-looking creature with a long-as-hell scientific name as a group of children runs past us.
“Now I want to know what you’re thinking about.” I nudge his arm. “It’s only fair.”
He smirks, then it fades, and he gazes into the distance. It’s like there’s something on the tip of his tongue, but if I push or prod too much, he’ll never share it.
“Nothing, Maritza. I was thinking about nothing.”
I don’t buy it, but I don’t press any further. I want to burn this awkward moment into a pile of ash and move on.
“Are you going to remember me after this week?” I ask after a bout of silence.
His golden irises glint as his eyes narrow in my direction. “What kind of question is that?”
“A legit one,” I say. “Will you remember me? Or am I always just going to be that waitress girl that you hung out with for a week?”
“Don’t think I could forget you if I tried.” He speaks in such a way that I’m not sure if what he’s saying is a good thing or a bad thing. “Can I be honest right now?”
“You must. It’s a requirement.”
Isaiah’s tongue grazes his full lips for a quick second and he holds my gaze for what feels like forever. “I don’t want to make this any more confusing for either of us, but I feel like kissing you right now.”
I fight a smile. I don’t want to smile. I want to scoff at him and tell him to stop being such a hypocrite.
But that’s only half of me.
The other half of me wants him to kiss me, wants his hands in my hair and his taste on my tongue just one more time because we’ll never have this moment again and once it’s gone, it’s gone forever.


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Come A Little Closer by Kim Karr

A Bookworm Review by Ana

Come a Little Closer

Contemporary Romance

I give this book 5 stars!

Your past can be your worst enemie and you have to try and break free from it. It might not be an easy thing but you can’t give up. Fight for yourself…

Have a look at the blurb:

I met Sarah at the airport.
And dressed to the nines.
Not my type at all–which is what attracted me to her.

My flight had been canceled and I mistakenly assumed hers had too.
One drink leads to casual conversation–she’d recently been canned and I’d just attended my ex-fiancée’s wedding.

Can you say–how about another drink?
I can.
Heck yeah. 

Three drinks leads to getting a little closer–I slide a hand on her thigh and my fingertips under the hem of her skirt.
Five drinks leads to a proposition–a hotel room and nothing more.

After an unforgettable night, I wake up alone and pissed as hell.
How was I to know my self-proclaimed one-night stand would bite me in the ass?
That Sarah would jeopardize everything I’d worked for.
That Sarah wasn’t really Sarah.

But then “Sarah” ends up on the same tropical island as I do.

Can you say–payback?
I can.
Karma baby. 



For someone that used to hate reading let’s just say that today I’m addicted. I used to say that reading was a waste of time and the fact that I hated the smell of books was another minus point to add to that reason. But after 3 years of reading non stop I’m a goner.
The fact that knowing new authors, authors that take our opinions in consideration was a way to make me want more and more.
Kim Karr is one of the authors that made my love for book flourish and her books held me hostage. Her writing is hot and sassy, sweet and heartfelt with a few bumps on the road.
Come a Little Closer is her latest release and tells the stories of Sadie and Jaxson.
Sadie is a lost girl trying to find her way, but how can she do it? How can you become a better person when you don’t have the strength to do so? Losing her job was the first step in that direction but how can you move forward when your past keeps bringing you down.
Jaxson has his dream job. He’s a photographer and loves his job. When he was selected to become the lead photographer for Sports Illustrated he just hit gold. Leaving everything behind to follow his dream was the right thing to do. Or not…
Let me just say that the way this book started left me hooked beyond repair…
Superb plot, super engaging and intense, with some hot stuff into the mix.
The interation between the characters started in a way but with every flip of a page you could witness the change.
The story progressed in a way that made me smile, cry, get really mad or in love. How can broken person start to heal? I wanted to get into the book and shake some characters or hit them all at once… Things were happening and I felt helpless.
This book presented us with love, friendship, desire, second chances as well as betrayal, deceive, lies and punishments.
I’ve wanted to read Jaxson’s story since I’ve read “The Thing About Love” and I’m so glad I did. It was a beautifull story with ups and downs that made me dream. Can’t wait for more…
Kim you rock. Your words, your passion to create this masterpieces made me dream and freak out at the same time. I always want more and now I’m thinking what you’ll write next…
I voluntarily reviewed an Advance Reader Copy of this book.

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Portrait of a  romantic, young couple

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There was a dominance in his body language I couldn’t deny.
Heeding his invitation, I stopped before him. He stood and his towering height overwhelmed me, but when he pulled the empty barstool out and grinned at me, I felt electrically charged. “Hi.”
Slowly, I climbed onto it. For some reason, I couldn’t stop my knees from wobbling. “Hi,” I tried to respond, but it sounded more like a squeak.
The way he was looking at me made me feel like I was the only person in the room. I opened my mouth to say something more but found no words. Instead, my breath hissed out as a slow leak.
What was I doing?
I should have been running in the other direction. I didn’t have time for careless flirting. I had a job to do. One I knew I would never really be able to do.
Settling myself on the luxurious white leather stool, I crossed one leg over the other. As soon as I did, his heavy stare rolled over my face and then down my body. It felt like he was surveying every inch of me.
Suddenly, I wasn’t cold anymore. Heat roared through me like a fire being doused with gasoline.
The way he was looking at me was anything but subtle.
He was anything but subtle.
I didn’t care. I didn’t want subtle. I wanted bold.
A flash of thunder cut through the window, illuminating his face. His stunning features. Hard jaw. High cheekbones. Strong forehead. Full and curved mouth. Edible lips. And those eyes, they grabbed me and wouldn’t let go—like he saw the blackness inside me and wanted to add some light.
Ridiculous, I knew.
That smug grin he was wearing spread across his lips as he sat back down. The movement caused his dark hair to flip forward over his eyes. He pushed it away, and the gesture broke the trance I was in. Thick-lashed eyes shined as brilliant as the brightest lights I’d ever seen and amusement seemed to sparkle in their dark color.
All of a sudden I felt dizzy. Lost. Reborn. Taken back in time.
He was Eros.
I was Aphrodite.
He was Cupid.
I was Venus.
I let my bag drop to my feet beside my suitcase.
He twisted in my direction. “Crazy weather,” he said in a voice that was deep, cultured, sexy.
It made me shiver.
Half a nervous laugh snuck out of me. “You’re not kidding.”
Out of nowhere, the bartender set two heavy crystal glasses of amber-colored liquid in front of stock-photo guy and myself, and it shocked me. I hadn’t ordered anything, most especially not whiskey.
“Should I add this to your tab?” the bartender directed, and not toward me.
“Please,” stock-photo guy answered.
Embarrassment washed over me. He was with someone and I had misread him completely.
Hopping to my feet, I felt unsteady in my heels. “I’m so sorry. I should have asked if this seat was taken. I’ll get out of your way.”
Moving fast, he rose to his full height. He was close. So close. Floored by over six feet of hotness, his scent hit me immediately. Something manly, with a hint of the ocean. I took a moment to breathe it in and tried not to wince when the pain in my ribs struck.
His strong hands steadied my hips. “No, don’t leave. The drink is for you.”
And I felt. Felt his touch race down my hips, knot in my stomach, and make my toes curl.
If he was Cupid, I’d been struck by his arrow.
My gaze darted up, up, up, and when our eyes locked, my pulse started to race. “I can’t. I’m waiting for a flight,” I stupidly said.
He was a bad idea.
Staying was a bad idea.
This whole thing was a bad idea—and yet it already felt so good.
He dipped his head, those dark eyes going liquid with a heat I felt between my thighs. “In case you haven’t looked at the monitors, no one is going anywhere right now. All the planes are grounded until morning.”
I laughed, and it wasn’t an act. “I know that,” I replied. “What I meant was that drinking is a bad idea when I have such a long night ahead of me.”
His eyes flickered to my lips before returning to mine. “Exactly. It’s going to be a very long night, which is why drinking seems like a really good idea.”
No alarm bells rang. Instead, I smiled. I couldn’t stop smiling.
“Sit,” he said, moving back to his stool.
For a moment I forgot everything and allowed myself to get lost in the darkest, bluest eyes I’d ever seen. Without thinking anything through, I sat back down. “Maybe just one.”
The look he gave me screamed sinful bad boy.
“Reading Hotlanta?” I asked, pointing to his bag.
With a shake of his head, he blew my comment off. “More like reading crap.”
Okay, I had no response to that, and luckily I didn’t need one.
He lifted his glass. “To passing time,” he toasted.
The way he looked at me when he spoke made my pulse jump and nipples pop. Ignoring my body’s reaction to him, I lifted my own. “To passing time,” I repeated, clinking his glass.
I didn’t really have time.
I had a job to do.
I couldn’t stay with him.
Could I?
I was stranded at the airport, after all.
I lowered my glass and sighed.
“Tough day?” he asked after taking more like a gulp of his whiskey.
“Yes,” I responded truthfully.
He took another long sip of his drink and let his eyes linger on my thighs. “Want to talk about it?” he asked.
In that moment I was no longer Sarah, the lonely rich wife or the wandering mistress or the high-priced call girl I had been sent here to be. I wasn’t acting. I didn’t want to. I was just being me. Albeit, a well dressed-up version of myself, but still me.
Following his lead, I practically guzzled the potent liquor. Once I’d drained it, I figured why not talk. Setting my empty glass down, I told him, “I had to make a decision today and I have no idea if I made the right one.”
In truth, I already knew it was the wrong one.
Being here was wrong.
Being with him was wrong.
And yet, talking to him felt right.
I shouldn’t have come here to steal what wasn’t mine, no matter the reason. It wasn’t me. I didn’t earn what these men had. And I hated myself for even thinking about taking from them.
It was then I looked into his eyes and saw that very familiar feeling of loathing. Those dark eyes I thought had been filled with mirth were actually brooding.
What did he hate himself for?
I wanted to know.
Was I a way for him to forget? If so, did it matter? Either way, I wanted to be the one to ease his pain.
And I had no idea why.
He downed the rest of his glass and signaled the bartender. “You know,” he said, “sometimes I think the only way to get by in this world is to step off for a while.”
I glanced at his bags on the floor. “Is that what you’re doing? Stepping off for a while?”
The bartender placed the entire bottle of Macallan Rare Cask in front of us, and hot photo-guy picked it up right away. “Something like that,” he answered as he poured. “My ex-fiancée got married yesterday, and I was there.”
“Ouch,” I said.
He nodded and finished pouring. “Yeah, hence the heavy drinking. So what’s your story?”
It felt wrong to lie, so I didn’t. I just didn’t tell the whole truth. “I was recently fired.”
“Ouch,” he offered back with a wicked grin and set the bottle down to hold out his hand. That strong, confident, dominant hand. “I’m Sundance.”
I raised a brow. “As in Butch Cassidy?”
“The very same. It’s a nickname, actually.”
Hot name.
I liked it.
I took his offered hand, and the electric current that ran up my arm was stronger than the alcohol flowing through my veins. “Sarah.” The lie slipped out, and I couldn’t take it back. Then again, I didn’t think it really mattered. “And stepping off for a while sounds like a really good idea.”
He leaned closer and lifted his glass. “So, Sarah, what are we going to do to make that happen?”
My brow lifted curiously. “I’m open to suggestions,” I said, the alcohol taking over where reason should have stepped in.
He drained his drink. “Are you?”
The way those two words came out sounded like an invitation. I was in the middle of downing my glass when I lowered it. “Yes, I am. I mean, within reason, of course.”
“Good to know.” He tossed me a panty-melting grin and poured a little more into his glass.
“Why? What do you have in mind?” Ignoring my one-drink rule, I drank a little more, knowing exactly what he had in mind. It was written all over his face—in the way his eyes seemed to have turned the darkest shade of blue, the way his sinful mouth curved ever-so-much, and the way he leaned in even closer to me.
When he was a breath away, he raised the sexiest brow in answer. “We could take this somewhere a little more private.”
I smiled back. A silent, “Yes, I’m interested.”
“One rule,” he cautioned.
Now I raised the brow. “Rules already? I don’t even know you,” I joked.
“And that’s the way I like it,” he deadpanned.
In that moment I knew what he wanted.
To be anonymous.
To be free.
And to get fucked.
I wanted all of those things, too.
He went on. “We don’t talk about our lives,” he murmured, kissing behind my ear.
I allowed my head to lull back, silently agreeing to his rule because even though he couldn’t possibly know it was the only way I could be with him, it was.
His teeth nipped at the sensitive skin of my throat, and I knew that somehow I had gone from the one doing the preying to the one being preyed on.
And I was okay with that.
Maybe stepping off for a while was exactly what I needed.


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Kim Karr is a New York Times, USA Today and Wall Street Journal Bestselling author. She grew up in Rochester, NY and now lives in Florida with her husband and four kids. She’s always had a love for reading books and writing. Being an English major in college, she wanted to teach at the college level but that was not to be. She went on to receive an MBA and became a project manager until quitting to raise her family. Kim currently works part-time with her husband and recently decided to embrace one of her biggest passions–writing.

 Kim wears a lot of hats! Writer, book-lover, wife, soccer-mom, taxi driver, and the all around go-to person of her family. However, she always finds time to read. One of her favorite family outings was taking her kids when they were little to the bookstore or the library. Today, Kim‘s oldest child is seventeen and no longer goes with her on these, now rare and infrequent, outings. She finds that she doesn’t need to go on them anymore because she has the greatest device ever invented–a Kindle.

 Kim likes to believe in soul mates, kindred spirits, true friends, and Happily-Ever-Afters. She loves to drink champagne, listen to music, and hopes to always stay young at heart.

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Cover Reveal: I Dare You, Ilsa Madden-Mills


Wall Street Journal bestselling author Ilsa Madden-Mills brings you a brand-new heartfelt, sexy contemporary romance with I DARE YOU coming April 30th!


Cover Designer: Shanoff Designs

Photographer: Wander Aguiar

Cover Model: Travis S.


Bad Ass Athlete: I dare you to…
Delaney Shaw: Who is this?

The late night text is random, but “Bad Ass Athlete” sure seems to know who she is…

Delaney Shaw.
Good girl.
Lover of fluffy kitties and Star Wars.

His dare? Spend one night in his bed—a night he promises will be unforgettable—and she can solve the mystery of who he is.

She knows she shouldn’t, but what else is she going to do with her boring Valentine’s Day?

One sexy hook-up later, her mind is blown and the secret’s out.

Maverick Monroe.
Bad boy.
The most talented football player in the country.
Just ask him.

Too bad for him Delaney’s sworn off dating athletes forever after her last heartbreak.

But Maverick wants more than one night and refuses to give up on winning Delaney’s heart. She isn’t one to be fazed by a set of broad shoulders.

After the semester ends, will the bad boy land the nerd girl or will the secrets they keep from each other separate them forever?


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Ilsa LogoWall Street Journal, New York Times, and USA Today best-selling author Ilsa Madden-Mills writes about strong heroines and sexy alpha males that sometimes you just want to slap. She’s best known for her angsty, heartfelt new adult college romances.

A former high school English teacher, she adores all things Pride and Prejudice; Mr. Darcy is her ultimate hero.

She’s also addicted to frothy coffee beverages, Vampire Dairies, and any kind of book featuring unicorns and sword-wielding females.

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Book Review: P.S. I Hate You, Winter Renshaw


38232583Dear Isaiah,

Eight months ago, you were just a soldier about to be deployed and I was just a waitress, sneaking you free pancakes and hoping you wouldn’t notice that my gaze was lingering a little too long.

But you did notice.

We spent a “week of Saturdays” together before you left, and we said goodbye on day eight, exchanging addresses at the last minute.

I saved every letter you ever sent, your words quickly becoming my religion.

But you went radio silent on me months ago, and then you had the audacity to walk into my diner yesterday and act like you’d never seen me in your life.

To think … I almost loved you and your beautifully complicated soul.

Whatever your reason is—I hope it’s a good one.

Maritza the Waitress
PS – I hate you, and this time … I mean it.


IMG-1601Ma’s mouth curls into a bittersweet smile. “Meu amor, you live in the land of denial and you have for quite some time now. If you deny death, you’re denying life. Just promise me you’ll never deny your feelings.”

Maritza and Isaiah meet while she’s working at a diner known for its pancakes. When Isaiah leaves a lasting impression (not so positive) and a generous tip, Maritza thinks she’s seen the end of him. Until a fender bender leads them back into each other’s orbit, and a concert alters their course.

Maritza, being the outspoken and honest person she is, decides she wants to know more about this brooding, silent soldier. She decides that they will spend a week of Saturdays together – a week just hanging out, doing fun “Saturday” activities, and enjoying each other. Even with the attraction that floats between the two, they’re both determined to let go once Isaiah is deployed again … at the end of the week.

As life does, things don’t go easily or uncomplicated in any way, and the two find themselves in an unexpected friendship, of sorts. This leads to letters being written while Isaiah is overseas and we all know that letters can lead to miscommunication …

This story was interesting. I loved all the characters, especially Maritza’s grandmother! I enjoyed most that each character’s personality would really shine through, and they all had their own voice. I did kind of want more from the story, but then again I can be a bit greedy. Overall: laughter, love, friendships, family ties, secrets, a bit of intrigue, and a pretty interesting community.

Book Review: Happily Ever Alpha Kindle World-Until Susan, CP Smith



36484704Coming April 3rd from Kindle Worlds and the world of NYT and USA Today bestselling author, Aurora Rose Reynolds.

See how the Mayson clan began. You’ve read their sons’ stories, now it’s James and Susan’s turn.

Experience the boom all over again in this action-packed novella of insta-love and suspense from Author CP Smith.

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IMG-1601“What’s your name?” he mumbled softly. “My name?” “Yeah, baby, your name.” The way he said baby, like it was the most precious word in the world to him, made my knees grow weak. “Susan. Susan Elizabeth Montgomery.” I supplied without question. At that moment, I couldn’t have refused him anything. “You look like a Susan,” he mumbled, drawing me an inch closer. I blinked. “What do Susans look like?” He took another step, moving within inches of my body until I could feel the heat from him pressing in on me. “Like warm fires, Christmas morning, and the first snowfall of the season. Susans look like home, hearth, and family.”

The Happily Ever Alpha Kindle World was created with the world of Aurora Rose Reynolds at the background. Each story is written by a different author and brings to light either a crossover from their own series into this world, or one of the unsung characters not given their own story by ARR.

I was suuuuuuper nervous about this story. Susan and James … they started it all! They’re the reason we have this entire world! I wanted their story to be perfect and to really reflect all the feelings I had as I watched the Mayson men find their “boom.” Let me just say, CP Smith did NOT disappoint!

Susan meets James on the side of the road when she blows out a tire. From the instant they met I felt the connection through the words. I was already in love the first time he said “baby.” I can’t believe how great the chemistry flowed between these two. Also, the banter! Susan has the biggest heart, but goodness, she doesn’t let James get away with his shenanigans … well, mostly. You know those Mayson men.

As it usually goes, there’s a bit of trouble, so James jumps at the chance to use that to make sure Susan is right where he wants her … in his bed and in his home. Y’all know what happens once a woman gets there, right? “Not gonna let you shake me off. Not after I’ve had all the facets that are Susan. Been waitin’ for-fuckin’-ever for you to show up. So brace, babe. It’s full steam ahead.”

This book gave me all the feels, added in a little mystery, and overall added a vibrant and beautiful history to the Mayson clan. The family was represented well, and now that I’ve read this, I’m not sure I could imagine a different, or better, love story for these two. I’m now going to be hunting down all of CP Smith’s works to add to my TBR!

His eyes heated. “You’re caught now. I won’t ever let you go,” he growled. “Try it and see what happens. I’ll hunt you down, baby. To the ends of the earth.”
God. I get to love this man for the rest of my life. ❤


Book Review: Happily Ever Alpha Kindle World-Until We Meet Again, KD Robichaux


38887131A Club Alias Crossover

Justin, Kenton, and Nico did their job—catching and putting away the trafficker who had been kidnapping young women all over the state of Tennessee. But with all the money the bastard made from selling women as sex slaves, and lawyers as dirty as his bank accounts, Javier Flores was set free.

Frustrated and out of options, the Nashville boys call me, Brian Glover, a BDSM club owner and mercenary.

After a couple of difficult missions, I’m ready to get back to what I’m good at—eliminating bad guys and making it look like an accident. Plus, I’ll jump at any chance to spend time with Clarice, my best friend with benefits who meets me on all of my jobs.

Will this be the mission Clarice finally admits she wants more than friendship? Or will I have to wait… Until We Meet Again?


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IMG-1601So, this Happily Ever Alpha Kindle World was created with the world of Aurora Rose Reynolds at the background. Each story is written by a different author and brings to light either a crossover from their own series into this world, or one of the unsung characters not given their own story by ARR.

This story was short & sweet and … HOT! Brian is a crossover character from the Club Alias series and is a mercenary & one of four Doms who own a club. In this story we get to see him go on a mission to Nashville, overlapping with some work Justin, Nico, and Kenton to discuss just which criminal he will be pursuing. On this mission, he bring Clarice, a woman who is not only his best friend, but also the woman he loves. Unfortunately neither he nor her have ever admitted this to each other, so right now they’re just … friends with some extensive benefits.

You get a little action, a bit of intrigue, and some smoldering scenes. I have to say THIS WAS NOT ENOUGH! Will Clarice finally admit she’s in love with Brian?!

Another fantastic addition to ARR’s world! I am loving these crossovers!


Book Review: Happily Ever Alpha Kindle World-Until Avery, Brynne Asher




I never had one. Never even knew what a dream was until a certain unassuming Carpino waltzed into my life. That day my world tilted.

It became unhinged.

I might not have been a dreamer, but she was.

She wrote the words missing from my life. Her notes ignited my heart. Her flame lit up my darkness.

Her dreams became mine and I’d move heaven and earth to give them life.

Especially when my past surfaced and threatened to kill every dream we had.
Until Avery, I had nothing.

But I’m Link Forester. I’d fight for her, for us, because right now, I have everything to lose.

Warning: The author will have a dramatic fit—Scarlett O’Hara style—if anyone under the age of eighteen touches this book.

This is a Carpino crossover novella by Brynne Asher written for the Happily Ever Alpha Kindle World of NYT Bestselling Author, Aurora Rose Reynolds.

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IMG-1601“The new song isn’t twangy. It isn’t fast, slow, or even an ode to prison or grandmas. It speaks of love, heartbreak, storms, and tears. I’ve never heard it before. It’s jut the singer backed up only by the piano. The crowd quiets and is weirdly mesmerized by his voice, the lyrics, or who knows, maybe both. What I do know is, the girl settles into my soul just like the music. I don’t remember the last time anything felt so right–not once in my twenty-eight years. What the hell?”


So, this Happily Ever Alpha Kindle World was created with the world of Aurora Rose Reynolds at the background. Each story is written by a different author and brings to light either a crossover from their own series into this world, or one of the unsung characters not given their own story by ARR.

With this story, I fell head over heels for Avery & Link within the first chapter. I can’t even tell you what it was, but I was just drawn to them from the start. Once they started actually interacting and their story began to unfold … “The beginning? Holy hotness and tattoos.” Avery couldn’t have said it better!

This story gives you all the important parts of a love story, but also mixes in a little action and intrigue. I loved that we got to learn about each of the characters as they did – I never knew much more than each of them did about each other, so as they were shocked or angry at some new development, so was I! But, man oh man, was I jealous of Link’s devotion and his ability to just … get it. “After a ten minute argument, I realized if I wanted Avery as mine, I’d have to get used to her wearing whatever the fuck she wanted and not be able to do shit about it. I guess all the hours I spend punching a bag for exercise will be well worth it when I have to beat the shit out of any man who looks at her too long.”

I also loved seeing so many characters from ARR’s world! They were always there to add some insight into how men of this (alpha) nature work. “November nods and pats my shoulder. ‘It’ll all work out. It always does. But, Avery, that man over there?’ She motions to all the men, but I have a feeling she’s talking about the one who doesn’t mind having unprotected sex with me. ‘You’ve hook, line, and sinkered him. I’ve seen it play out with all the Mayson men and Link is no different. He’s gone for you.

Brynne Asher, look out, I’m now coming for the rest of your books! ❤

“I never knew it could be this good. Until Link, I had no idea how rich life could be.
Until Avery, I had no idea what love was. We’re living the dream.”


Book Review: Happily Ever Alpha Kindle World-Until You’re Mine, Jenika Snow



He left eight years ago for the military. That was the hardest time of my life. Xavier was the boy who’d sneak into my bed at night and hold me as my parents fought in the next room.
My protector.
My best friend.
The man I was in love with.
The man I’d saved my virginity for.
And now he was back home for good. Too much time had passed. I was done keeping us in the friend zone. I wanted him in my life in every way that counted.
So if he wasn’t going to make the first move then I would, even if it might ruin what we had. Because I had to take that chance.


She was my life, the very reason I breathed.
I saved my virginity for Cora because no one else compared. No one else ever would.
It was time I man up and tell Cora that she was the only girl I’d ever loved, that no matter how much time had passed she’d been it for me.
But how could I go about doing that when eight years had gone by? Admitting how I felt was hard as hell seeing as we’d always just been friends. How could I not cross any lines and screw up the relationship we had?
Easy. I’d tell her I loved her and propose.

Warning: Sit back, relax, and dive into a double virgin friends-to-lovers romance that’s so sugary sweet your teeth will ache. Although it’ll tug at your heartstrings, make no mistake it’s as filthy as can be. A standalone romance with no drama and just the juicy bits, this story features cameo appearances by Asher, Cash, and Trevor Mayson from Aurora Rose Reynolds Until series

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IMG-1601I can’t even tell you how excited I am for this world! There are so many great authors involved, and so many that I haven’t read yet.

This is a short and sweet love story that encompasses everything that this world represents. Cora and Xavier have known each other for years and are best friends. When Xavier heads off to serve, he leaves Cora behind without telling her that he loves her. Now these two are both stuck wondering how the other feels and contemplating if they should spill the beans.

When Xavier comes home, all bets are off. He is all in and decides he’s just gonna go big and hope that Cora feels the same.

This story is TOO SHORT! I wanted more!
Cora and Xavier are adorable. Their story is super sweet, but has just enough hot to satisfy. I love these two and wish that I could’ve seen their whole journey together!

Book Review: The Birthday List, Devney Perry


37930995Happily married to her college sweetheart, Poppy lived a blessed life with the husband of her dreams. Then everything changed. She is no longer a wife. She is no longer the envy of her single friends. Now, people look at her with pity as they whisper a single word behind her back.


Years after her husband’s tragic death, years of pain and sorrow and wishing for the life she’ll never get back, Poppy decides to finish Jamie’s birthday list. She’ll do the things he wanted to most. Because maybe, just maybe, if she can complete his list, she can start to live again.

Poppy expects going through the birthday list will be hard. She expects it to hurt. But what she doesn’t expect is Cole. Could the man who delivered the news of her husband’s death and shattered her heart be the one to help her put it back together again?


IMG-1601The list is a good thing, you know I support you in that. But marking off all Jamie’s check boxes isn’t going to be enough. At some point, you have to live for you too. That’s how you’re going to move on.

It seems like the last half dozen books I’ve read have gone beyond giving me escape, and headed straight to my soul. This book … it was real. Loss is something we have all dealt with on some level, but having a book that directly deals with loss and how you move on from that was, well, I think it literally shredded my heart into pieces. Don’t worry, though, it puts all the pieces back in just the right places ❤

Poppy loses the love of her life unexpectedly, and I mean completely unexpectedly. She has absolutely no idea how to deal with this tragedy, and carries her grief with her everywhere. There is no moving on, there is no going forward, there is simply … existing. At some point, Poppy decides that fulfilling all of the items on Jamie’s birthday list (something of a bucket list, or list of things he wanted to accomplish by each birthday), will allow her the closure she needs to feel alive again. Little does she know …

Cole. This man completely caught me off guard. He’s just so … amazing. I don’t think there’s a word to accurately describe just how wonderful he is and how perfect he is for Poppy. They come across each other by accident, as she is fulfilling another item on the list, and then Cole makes certain they meet again. He wants to pursue something, anything, with Poppy, but he knows that she isn’t ready. So when she tells him about Jamie’s Birthday List, he grabs that opportunity. “You’d really help?” Cole’s eyes were sparkling again. “In a heartbeat.

They begin the list, together.  Unbeknownst to Poppy, she is actually beginning to open herself and her heart up again. So when she begins to feel that spark, you know that beginning of a relationship butterflies and giddiness, with Cole … let’s say, she doesn’t just roll with it. She pushes it back, denies, focuses on anything and everything else to make sure it doesn’t become something more. Her brother recognizes the signs, though.
It’s okay to always love Jamie.”
“I always will.” Always.
“But maybe you can love someone else, too.”

This book took me on a ride. Seeing Poppy’s pain and genuinely broken heart, well it gutted me. Her devotion to Jamie, even after his death, was something so admirable. Then, even with this devotion, recognizing that she was moving forward and that she could love someone else and not forget her love for Jamie, oh man … that moved me.

This book was something beyond just good or great. It’s not just a love story. It’s a story about healing, learning to lean on others, recognizing the good and bad in life, and embracing all of life’s twists and turns. Read it.

Book Review: Recovered, Jay Crownover



It was hate at first sight…


I hated Cable James McCaffrey.

He was entitled, spoiled, a user…and an addict.

He was out of control and didn’t bother trying to hide it.

He had everything anyone could want but still seemed miserable and lost.

Every move he made, every mistake he stumbled his way through, rubbed me the wrong way. However, I couldn’t stop myself from trying to save him from himself when no one else would. In the sweltering heat of the summer, Cable taught me that having it all means nothing if you can’t have the one thing you want more than anything else.


I was obsessed with Affton Reed.

She was rigid, uptight, and no fun. There was something about her innate goodness that called to me.

She acted like she was above all the normal faults and failures that clung to the rest of us like the scent of smoke after a fire.

I was infatuated with her, but that didn’t stop me from acting like she didn’t exist.

In the scorching heat of summer, Affton taught me that there is always a way back from the brink of despair. She showed me that the trick to having it all was realizing that it was already there, in my hands. All I had to do was hold onto it.

The road to recovery is full of twists and turns no matter who is in the driver’s seat.



“Addiction didn’t care about the square footage of your house or the kind of car you drove. It didn’t care about your pedigree or your GPA. Addiction was an equal opportunity life-ruiner.”

Oh my gosh. The depth of this book completely caught me off guard. I’ve read many stories relating to addiction, and if you know me, you are aware of my love (aka obsession) regarding crime, murders, the drug trade, and the like. Any time a story relating to those topics crosses my path, I go for it. What I love most about fictional stories is the ability to get the chance to relate to the struggles those with an addiction face. I can’t say I’ve ever faced anything like that, so I love being able to admire their strength, resilience, and drive.

Affton and Cable meet in high school, but run in rather different circles. Cable is THE MAN on campus, and Affton is just a new girl forced to move during high school. All she wants to do is get through in order to get to better things. Unfortunately she couldn’t ignore the signs that Cable was headed down a dark path, and she got herself caught up in a way that would alter her life. Because of stepping out and speaking up, she got herself chained to this boy and his mess for an entire summer.

During this summer, Affton realizes that Cable’s issues are not just related to his addiction, there was so much more to him that she had imagined. It’s in this time that she, and Cable, realize there may be more here than they’d imagined. The beauty, is, that this is more than a simple romance – Affton is so strong, her heart is amazing, and she just takes no crap from anyone-especially Cable.

Cable, on the other hand, is a HANDFUL. He doesn’t want a babysitter for the summer, he doesn’t want Affton in his business, and he definitely isn’t willing to share the storm that’s raging inside of him. “I thought she would heed the no trespassing signs, but I underestimated her need to save the unsavable. She danced around everything I threw at her like a goddamn ballerina. She pushed just as hard as I pulled…” Cable realizes there’s so much more to Affton.

This story seriously pulled me in all the directions. It gave such a beautifully heartbreaking picture of the struggles surrounding addiction, and brought to light all the things that can go alongside addiction. Life is never the same for any two people, and there isn’t always a clear reason why people make their choices – this story truly shows all of those angles.

There’s the kind of broken everyone can see. The kind that leaves a mess no one wants to get stuck cleaning up because i’ts obviously going to be a lot of work. And, even if you try to get it all, you’re going to miss some of those sharp, jagged pieces. Then there’s the kind of broken no one can see. The kind that’s made up of hairline fractures and narrow fissures that cover the entire surface. It’s the kind of broken that’s held together by some kind of miracle and pure strength of will. All it takes is one little bump, one wrong move, and that kind of broken shatters. There is no cleaning up that mess. There are too many pieces, and they scatter everywhere.

This quote … this is the story. Everyone has some broken in them; some people it’s easy to see their brokenness, while others hide it with every fiber of their being. This story needs to be told, and we need to take the time to understand what people are suffering before we simply take in their outside facade.