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RELEASE BLITZ + REVIEW & GI’S FAV: INDECENT EXPOSURE (The Academy #2) by Tessa Bailey

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INDECENT EXPOSURE

Series: The Academy #2

Author: Tessa Bailey

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: January 30th, 2018

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Is there a problem, Officer?

Jack Garrett isn’t a police officer yet, but there’s already an emergency. His new firearms instructor—the one who just dropped every jaw in the academy gym—is the same sexy Irish stranger Jack locked lips with last night. The Olympic gold medalist and expert markswoman is now officially off-limits, but Jack’s never cared much for rules . . .

Katie McCoy’s been cooped up in a shooting range for too long. A wild love affair is just what she needs to let loose, though she never imagined it would be with her smokin’ hot trainee. She cannot get involved with Jack—but a quick fling? Perfect. Falling hard for a charismatic recruit with an equal amount of sex appeal and secrets? Bloody stupid.

Jack’s charmed the pants off plenty of women (literally), yet few have ever looked beyond his perfect surface. Until Katie. He’ll do anything to keep her in his life . . . except tell her about his past. But a tiny lie of omission never hurt anyone, right?

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5 ‘Soothe, fix, heal, love’ Stars

Sweet. Baby. Jesus… Not just five starts, but ALL THE STARS!!!

Indecent Exposure, this Tessa Bailey’s masterpiece, managed to shred my heart to pieces and put it back together, making it whole and glow with Jack and Katie’s story!

Everyone that follows me, knows that manwhores – even if reformed – are one of my least favorite tropes, so I have to confess I was a bit wary going into this one. I know, I know, I should have know that our Queen of Dirty Talkers would never let me down.

But the alcohol makes it a shit ton easier to say yes. Yes to the girl, yes to what my body wants right now, but will regret later.

Well, I’m the first to admit and cajole myself for my own mistake, because ladies and gentleman, Jack Garret is EVERYTHING!!!

There was do denying his physical – PERFECT COVER REPRESENTATION, BTW! – and charismatic, irresistible attributes, but he couldn’t be any different than what I expect. Tessa Bailey gave in this male character, such a complex, endearing and realistic persona, that I can honestly say Jack Garrett stole my heart, right along with Katie’s.

It seems an awful gluttony of five-star qualities on a single person. God should have spread them around His other creations a bit.

As soon as this completely unrealistic, possibly CGI creature stops trying to knock me into a coma with his physical charms, I’ll be off to the races.

Due to events of her past and her upbringing – I’ll try to do this as spoiler free as possible – , Katie McCoy has lived a secluded lifestyle, so this international police exchange to NYC is just the first step of true freedom she has in a very long time, if not ever. What she hadn’t anticipated was Jack, in all his pirate smiling glory, crossing paths with her!

Every day of my life has been scheduled and executed without fail.
This man is not on my agenda.

If I’m not mistaken, Jack is the Big Bad Wolf and I’m Little Red Riding Hood.

The attraction is instant, and knocks them both of balance, but it’s Katie resistance to his charms, and his reaction to her as whole that intrigues Jack, and he finds himself following her and wanting even more of the ‘sexy and cute-as-a-button’ redhead. So much more.

“One kiss.” He takes a step forwards, his big chest rising and falling. “I know I’m pushing it, Snaps. But I’m dying over here.”

“See, this is no big deal to you. Because you’re the Big Bad Wolf.”
“I’m what?” His laugh is full and aching. “
Ah, Katie. Is that just because I want to eat you so bad?”

And so it starts this epic TB and one that will be forever one my favorite ‘best book boyfriend’.

I . . . love claiming Katie. Or being claimed by her. I’m not sure which is better.

Jack is such a tormented soul hiding behind a cocky, oversexualized persona, with a life full of sex and alcohol, his only coping mechanism to deal with the pain and hurt ever present in his days. Again, I’m not revealing more, because you need to discover all that is this man as you go along the story, so that you enjoy all the magnificence and beauty of Tessa Bailey’s perfectly weaved background.

I’m not broken with Katie. When we’re together, I’m grounded in the moment.

There’s something special inside this man. I feel it all over. He needs to feel it, too.

Dear Lord, they really clenched my heart with their interactions, and their unveilings. Not only Jack was beyond amazing, but Katie was just as brilliantly written. He was all that Jack wouldn’t even dare to hope for or dream. I loved that the main conflict was set earlier than usual in the book, since it just made me believe and react even more to whole scene, that had me literally sobbing and suffering with the both of them. They were just so Perfectly Imperfect and REAL!!!

Katie knew. She sees me. She’s inside me, under me, around me. And it’s still not enough.
I want inside of her, too. So deep she can’t dig me out.

Jack’s love and devotion – I would even say, worshipping – for Katie was so otherworldly perfect and dreamy, that translated in the most incredible quotes and thoughts. Seriously, it was almost impossible to choose (and you can see by the generous shortened amount I added to this, lol) from all heart touching moments and words of adoration.

Of course, like every TB hero, Jack Garret not only made me constantly swoon and sigh, cry and sob, but also the man was a silver tongue devil with a deliciusly filthy mouth that was created to combust panties everywhere. Tessa Bailey really is unparalleled in the dirty talking department!

“I seem to recall you were the one begging,” she says breathily.
My balls squeeze like they’re in a vise. “If you like begging, I’ll give it to you, honey,” I rasp. “I’ll wear out the knees on every pair of jeans in my closet . . . begging.”

Speaking of holy Sundays, I’m pretty sure Katie’s ass up in the air is what heaven looks like. Her trembling thighs are the pearly gates and I’m just a sinner, begging Saint Peter to get inside.

Tessa Bailey indeed knocked it out of the park with Indecent Exposure! I have now a new TB fav in this book, and a new TB fav H, best book boyfriend in Jack Garrett – sorry, Will, I still adore you, but I just can’t resist a broken hero. Amazing and enthralling story writing, brilliant and complex characters, and a dynamic plot that just keeps you hooked from the very first line. Now, with all the teasing from this two first books, I can’t wait to see how it will all go down with Danika and Lieutenant ‘ColdHearted’ Burns! Tessa Bailey really is a Queen. Not only of Dirty Talkers, but a overall Queen of Romance! All the Stars to ALL the feels!

“Thank you, mouth.” “You’re thanking my mouth?” She breathes, her eyes glazed over, head falling back.
I hum low in my throat, leaning forwards to lick a path up the side of her neck. “Your lips open so you can breathe, right? I’m thanking them for helping my girl breathe.”

“Whenever I picture you, I think of the day we met. You’re walking away, telling me it’s going to take a long time to forget my eyes.”
My heart wrenches sideways. “It would have taken a long time after five minutes, Katie,” I rasp. “Now it would take forever. Maybe longer.”

ARC kindly provided by the author via Avon / Harper Collins for an honest review

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In the Series

DISORDERLY CONDUCT (The Academy #1)

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DISTURBING HIS PEACE (The Academy #3)

About the Author

Tessa Bailey is originally from Carlsbad, California. The day after high school graduation, she packed her yearbook, ripped jeans and laptop, driving cross-country to New York City in under four days.

Her most valuable life experiences were learned thereafter while waitressing at K-Dees, a Manhattan pub owned by her uncle. Inside those four walls, she met her husband, best friend and discovered the magic of classic rock, managing to put herself through Kingsborough Community College and the English program at Pace University at the same time. Several stunted attempts to enter the work force as a journalist followed, but romance writing continued to demand her attention.

She now lives in Long Island, New York with her husband of eight years and four-year-old daughter. Although she is severely sleep-deprived, she is incredibly happy to be living her dream of writing about people falling in love.

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RELEASE BLITZ + REVIEW: STUMBLING INTO LOVE (Fluke My Life #2) by Aurora Rose Reynolds

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STUMBLING INTO LOVE

Series: Fluke My Life #2

Author: Aurora Rose Reynolds

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: January 30, 2018

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Synopsis

Mackenzie Reed has officially been stood up. Not only has she wasted two years on Mr. So Not Interested but now she doesn’t even have pizza and the Mets to keep her company. Then he walks into her life—more than six feet of rugged, hot stranger. Maybe, just for tonight, Mac can pretend to be a girl she’s not. After all, she deserves a little no-strings fun…

As far as Wesley Porter is concerned, one night with Mackenzie isn’t nearly enough. She’s a mystery he wants to solve—if he can keep her from running for the door every time they touch. There’s obviously some serious chemistry between them, so why is she fighting it?

As one sexy hookup turns into another (and another), Wesley is determined to prove they were made for each other. But Mac has been hurt before, and she refuses to fall for this sexy, ridiculously perfect guy. In fact, she has every intention of fighting it…unless he can convince her otherwise.

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4.25 ‘Stumbled and Fell in Love’ Stars

Awww… Stumbling Into Love was such a sweet, funny and sexy story!
Aurora Rose Reynolds never fails in giving me a book that leaves me feeling happy and warm and fuzzy, and this Fluke My Life series takes the sweetness and hilarious moments straight to the RomCom level. I love it!

I know without a doubt she was made just for me. Now I just need to convince her that I was made for her, too.

Wesley was all that is characteristic of ARR heroes, Alpha, possessive, protective and super loyal to Mac from first sighting. And Mac is a sweet and funny – much like her sisters -, one of the guys woman with an independent streak that just drives Wes nuts, and I loved that! She makes him work for it and when he has some ‘typically stupid Y chromosome moments’ where I wanted to slap him upside his head, she definitely puts her foot down until he realizes the error of his ways.

“Thank you, gorgeous.”
“For what?” She pulls her eyes from our boy to look at me.
“For everything. For bringing me back to life and giving me something to fight for.”

This was such an amazing story with a beautiful Epilogue, that just makes me crave that much more Libby’s (and I’m hoping, Antonio) book! Can’t wait! <3 <3 <3 <3

“Who would have thought being stood up and stumbling into you would turn out to be the best thing that ever happened to me?”

ARC kindly provided by the author via Montlake Romance for an honest review

About the Author

Aurora Rose Reynolds is a navy brat who’s husband served in the United States Navy. She has lived all over the country but now resides in New York City with her Husband and pet fish. She’s married to an alpha male that loves her as much as the men in her books love their women. He gives her over the top inspiration everyday. In her free time she reads, writes and enjoys going to the movies with her husband and cookie. She also enjoys taking mini weekend vacations to nowhere, or spends time at home with friends and family. Last but not least she appreciates everyday and admires it’s beauty.

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RELEASE BLITZ + GI’S FAV: COMBUST (Everyday Heroes #2) by K. Bromberg

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COMBUST

Series: Everyday Heroes #2

Author: K. Bromberg

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: January 29, 2018

Cover Model: Blake Sevani

Design: Helen Williams

Photographer: Reggie Deanching

Combust, an all new sexy and emotional standalone

by K. Bromberg is AVAILABLE NOW!

COMBUST by K. Bromberg EBOOK
Synopsis

From New York Times Bestselling author, K. Bromberg, comes the second standalone book in the Everyday Heroes series. Just how hot will firefighter Grady Malone turn up the heat?

Songwriter Dylan McCoy has been burned.

By her boyfriend she found in her bed . . . with someone else.

By the contract she signed that obligates her to work with him until the songs for his new album are complete.

By her agent when she asked Dylan to keep their breakup on the down-low.

When she finds herself in Sunnyville, she refuses to let her new roommate burn her too. Still . . . a rebound has never looked so good.

That’s her first thought when she sees firefighter Grady Malone.
Sexy. Charismatic. Unapologetic. He’s a man who carries his own scars—the ones on his back, the survivor’s guilt on his soul, and the fear in his heart.

When an unexpected visitor puts their roommate status to the test, will their undeniable attraction burn out, or will they both take a chance and play with fire?

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Excerpt

Preoccupied with a text on my phone from my agent, I walk into the kitchen and suck in a breath when I come face to back with Grady. He’s standing with his hand on the refrigerator door, head leaned inside, and his back fully exposed to me. It’s broad and strong and scarred immeasurably.

I stare.

I can’t help it. The marks are a dizzying array of dark and light and ridged and smooth. And they’re undeniably burns. Goosebumps chase over my skin as I imagine the pain he must have endured when he got those. I think of his habit of wearing unbuttoned shirts but never going shirtless and the hint of scars just visible above his collar that I never could have imagined led to this roadmap to hell on his back.

A part of me instinctively wants to reach out to touch them, bring some kind of comfort. It sounds ridiculous, even to me, but that doesn’t abate the urge.

“Not pretty, huh? Get a good look while you can.” His voice is gruff as his spine stiffens and body stills, emotion woven through the words.

“Thank God not all of you is pretty. I was beginning to feel majorly insecure having to live with perfection like you,” I say off the cuff, trying to make this situation less awkward. My attempt to settle the sudden tension sparking in the air around us.

“Perfection?” he asks as he turns to face me with a smile that masks the emotion swirling in his eyes.

“Yeah. You have scars. I have mermaid thighs.”

“Mermaid thighs?” He laughs. “What in the world are you talking about?”

“Thighs that touch from the top all the way to my knees.” I shrug as if it doesn’t bug me, as if I’m not highlighting one of the insults Tara threw at me. It’s a whole lot easier to make fun of myself so long as it puts him at ease.

“Do you ever give yourself a break?”

“Do you?” I ask the question, sparking a silent battle of wills as we stare at each other and wonder what to say next about the other’s insecurities. Coming up empty, I shift gears. “I think there is some type of rule about how many abs are fair for a guy to have when the rest of us are just struggling to find one of them.”

His smile rings more genuine as he steps toward me, and I step back, my hips leaning against the counter now.

“Is that so?” His voice lowers as his eyes flick to my lips and then back up. “I’m sure you have some under your shirt there.”

Why does the simple action make it seem so hard to swallow?

He takes another step.

“What are you building outside?”

“A playroom.”

A nervous chuckle falls from my lips as I think of all of the versions of playrooms I’ve read about in my romance books. My cheeks stain red as I imagine Grady with a flogger in one hand standing beside a St. Andrew’s Cross.

“A playroom?”

“Yeah.” He takes a step closer so we’re breathing the same air, his voice husky enough to cause every part of my body to grow alert. “A playroom. You know . . . a pool table. Foosball. A real man cave.”

I exhale a shaky sigh, suddenly more than aware that he’s so close, shirtless, sweaty, and smelling like sun and soap mixed together. But it’s his eyes that make my thoughts falter. There’s an intensity to them I don’t expect from the perpetually cheerful Grady Malone.

“Ah, that kind of playroom . . .” But my words trail off as he steps even closer and braces his hands on the counter on either side of me. I can hear his intake of breath. The music floating in from outside. The pound of my pulse in my ears.

“Hey, Dyl?”

“Yes?” Our eyes hold, my lips fall lax.

“I need you to open up.”

“What?” I question as his hand brushes against my hip and his fingers pull on the drawer handle I’m standing in front of.

“I need the bottle opener. You’re standing in front of the drawer it’s in.” His lips spread into a full-fledged grin as I scramble away from the counter and, of course, run smack dab into the hardness, all six foot plus of him.

And then I rebound off him again in a flustered state that has him laughing and me stuttering. “Sorry. I wasn’t—I didn’t . . .” His arms hold on to my biceps to steady me, which prompts me to look up and meet his eyes.

“We need to stop meeting like this,” he murmurs, the heat of his breath hitting my lips.

“We do.” Brilliant, Dylan. Freaking brilliant response. “I’ve gotta . . . I’ve gotta get back to . . . to writing.”

4.75 ‘Face Everything And Rise’ Stars

Holy Hot Fireman!!! This couple! Their past, their scars, their ghosts, their passion, their chemistry…. Their LOVE! Epic romance written brilliantly by K. Bromberg in the most perfect of ways.
Once again miss Bromberg gives us ALL the feels. Straight to the heart!

Full review to follow with Review Blitz…

ARC kindly provided by the author via Social Butterfly PR for an honest review

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About the Author

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New York Times Bestselling author K. Bromberg writes contemporary novels that contain a mixture of sweet, emotional, a whole lot of sexy, and a little bit of real. She likes to write strong heroines, and damaged heroes who we love to hate and hate to love.

A mom of three, she plots her novels in between school runs and soccer practices, more often than not with her laptop in tow.

Since publishing her first book in 2013, Kristy has sold over one million copies of her books across sixteen different countries and has landed on the New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal Bestsellers lists over twenty-five times. Her Driven trilogy (Driven, Fueled, and Crashed) is currently being adapted for film by Passionflix with the first movie slated to release in the summer of 2018.

She is currently working on her Everyday Heroes trilogy. This series consists of three complete standalone novels—Cuffed, Combust, and Cockpit (late spring 2018)—and is about three brothers who are emergency responders, the jobs that call to them, and the women who challenge them.

She loves to hear from her readers so make sure you check her out on social media or sign up for her newsletter to stay up to date on all her latest releases and sales HERE

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RELEASE BLITZ + REVIEW: MARRIED INTO LOVE (Bachelorette Party #3) by Rochelle Paige

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MARRIED INTO LOVE

Series: Bachelorette Party #3

Author: Rochelle Paige

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: January 22, 2018

What happens in Vegas doesn’t always stay there…
Alec Rourke wasn’t going to waste a night out on the Strip, not even if his friends skipped their own co-ed bachelor-and-ette party. But he never expected to find a plus-one for their wedding—his new wife.

And sometimes you find yourself married to a stranger…
Alessia Valenti was having the worst day ever. Fired from her job. An eviction notice on her door. Her friends dragged her out to blow off some much-needed steam. Only she hadn’t planned on a stop at a wedding chapel with a hot hockey player.

Married Into Love can be read as a standalone. Each book in the Bachelorette Party series features a different couple.

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Excerpt

“I still can’t believe how fast all you guys fell for your women. You. Andrew. Jason.” I took a shot of vodka, and poured us both another one. “Not a single one of you were into the whole relationship thing at all, and then bam! You’ve got eyes for only one woman and a possessive streak a mile wide when it comes to her.”

Ryan took the vodka from me and gulped it down, shrugging his shoulders. “When you meet the one, you’ll know. Just don’t make the same mistake that I did with Tamara and let her get away from you.”

“That’s another thing all three of you have in common.” I chuckled and shook my head. “I’m not the kind of guy to fall head over heels for a woman at first sight like you guys did. But if hell froze over”—I paused to glare at Ryan as he burst into a fit of laughter—“and I get all riled up over some chick I barely know, I won’t make the same mistake you all did. No walking away from her, even if I think she belongs to someone else like Andrew did with Josie. No letting her run from me because she thinks I’m a douchebag who hits on a woman all night long, only to get up close and personal with some other chick while she’s in the bathroom, like what happened with Jason and Cee-Cee. And I sure as shit won’t let her sneak out on me the morning after like you did with Tamara. I’ll exhaust the hell out of her so leaving me is the last thing on her mind.”

We reversed roles, and it was Ryan who was glaring at my reminder of how he’d fucked up with Tamara and lost contact with her for months. Then he narrowed his eyes at me, and a smug grin tilted his lips. I shifted in my seat, uncomfortable with how pleased he suddenly looked.

“What?” I asked sharply, and the limo got quiet as Jason’s childhood friends stopped talking and turned to look at Ryan and me.

“Nothing.” His grin turned into a full-fledged, shit-eating grin.

“Bullshit, dude. What the fuck’s up with you? You went from being totally pissed at me to grinning like you know something I don’t. Don’t be a douche. Fill me in on the secret.”

“Karma, man. She’s a bitch,” he chuckled.

“You’re gonna have to do better than that,” I growled.

“That’s the second time I’ve heard you say that hell would have to freeze over for you to fall for a woman. And now you’ve paired it with bragging about how you’d handle it better than we all did.”

“Dude,” one of Jason’s friends drawled. “Talk about tempting fate. You’ve got to have brass balls to put shit like that out in the universe and think it’s not gonna come back to bite you in the ass.”

Hockey players tended to be a superstitious lot, but I hadn’t expected the wealthy, preppy guys Jason grew up with to believe in stuff like karma. Not that I grew up poor—my parents did very well for themselves, but they weren’t in the same league as Jason’s family and their closest friends.

“It is,” Ryan agreed. “And I’m going to enjoy every second of watching you squirm when it happens.”

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Oh My… Alec Rourke really was a white shining Alpha knight!

Rochelle Paige did it again! Bachelorette Party is without a doubt one of my fav series of hers, and it keeps getting better and better with each installment, always with some refreshing take on the sweet and sexy insta-love premisse, that Rochelle does so well, and I love.

“But in my defense, I wasn’t thinking clearly at the moment.”
“Because you’d been drinking too?”
He lowered his head and whispered against my lips, “No, because my reaction to you threw me for a loop.”

Alessia was having the very worse of days – really rock bottom – but with a little push from her sister, a outing to cheer her up, and boom! Talk about running into fate. One in the shape of deliciously sexy and alpha Alec.

“Kissing you on the mouth doesn’t make me less of a gentleman, beautiful.” I nibbled my way down her jawline and along her neck. “But there are other places I can kiss you that’d be downright filthy.”

Alec Rourke has seen it happened with his friends and his own brother, first they met and fell for their soul mate, but then they screw up in some way or another and let them get away, well, he’s decided that won’t happen to him, if and when he meets his one – that he’s secretly been missing – because he’ll do anything and everything to hold on to her. Well, it seems Fate, with a little (ok, a LOT) help from Alessia’s matchmaking sister, Ariana, found the perfect Vegas way to solve this huge insta attraction that happened upon their meeting. A Vegas style wedding, the very night they meet, and while happily drunk! Now Alec got his permanent attachment, he just had to show Alessia all they were meant to be! And show her he did! All hearts and flowers, and über steamy times! I loved just how true charming knight he was. Swoon-worthy!

Rochelle gave us in this slightly longer than a novella story all the sweet and sexy moments I could have hoped for, and amazing main secondary characters that left me wishing to know even more about them. And that little teasing in the Epilogue – which I’d hoped was slightly longer, lol – about Ariana… Argh… I need her own tale, stat! <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

“Alec Rourke.

My white knight.

The man I’d married on a drunken whim.

The best darn decision I’d ever made.”

ARC kindly provided by the author for an honest review

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In the Series

SUCKED INTO LOVE (Bachelorette Party #1)
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MIXED INTO LOVE (Bachelorette Party #1.5)
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CHECKED INTO LOVE (Bachelorette Party #2)
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Rochelle Paige is an Amazon bestselling author. She absolutely adores reading. Her friends growing up used to tease her when she trailed after them, trying to read and walk at the same time. She loves stories with alpha males, sassy heroines, hot sex and happily ever afters. She is a bit of a genre hopper in both her reading and her writing. So far she’s written books in several romance sub-genres including new adult, contemporary, paranormal and romantic suspense.

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RELEASE BLITZ: SHIVER by Suzanne Wright

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SHIVER

Series: Standalone

Author: Suzanne Wright

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: January 22, 2018

Synopsis

Kensey Lyons has never had ‘normal’. Instead, she has a mother who lives in her head, a stepfather who’s on death row, and the stigma that comes with being the child of an extramarital affair. Writing has always been her escape. Knowing the reception her books receive will be tainted by her personal life, Kensey secretly writes under a penname when she’s not working part-time at her godmother’s bar. Her world might not be exciting, but she likes it exactly as it is.

When she meets alarmingly compelling businessman Blake Mercier, the snap of attraction is instant. She doesn’t like it. Doesn’t want to be drawn to this man who is blatantly dangerous, carries dark secrets, and lives life by his own rules. Neither of them make a great first impression on the other, so she’s more than surprised when he begins to pursue her with a single-minded focus that is unsettling, thrilling, and infuriating. Her gut tells her to keep her distance, but Blake won’t let her run. Won’t give her space.

There’s another person who won’t give her space. Someone who has discovered the secret of her penname and who seems intent on taunting her. And as Kensey struggles to identify her persecutor, Blake is by her side, determined to keep her safe … because Blake Mercier always holds tight to what’s his. Always.

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Suzanne Wright lives in England with her husband and two children. When she’s not spending time with her family, she’s writing, reading or doing her version of housework – sweeping the house with a look.

She can’t remember a time when she wasn’t creating characters and telling their tales. Even as a child, she loved writing poems, plays, and stories. As an adult, Wright is the author of novels Shiver, From Rags, the Deep in Your Veins novels, the Dark in You series, and the Phoenix Pack series.

She’s worked in a pharmaceutical company, at a Disney Store, at a primary school as a voluntary teaching assistant, at the RSCPA, and has a First Class Honours degree in Psychology and Identity Studies.

She enjoys reading, writing, reading, writing (sort of eat, sleep, write, repeat), spending time with her family, movie nights with her sisters and playing with her two Bengal cats.

BLOG TOUR & REVIEW: SKY’S THE LIMIT ( Doomsday Preppers #1 ) by Elle Aycart

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SKY’S THE LIMIT

Series: Doomsday Preppers #1

Author: Elle Aycart

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: January 16, 2018

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Synopsis

Tired of waiting for her big break in the fashion industry, Sky Gonzalez, eternal part-time student and overworked retail drone, quits her job, sublets her New York apartment, and embarks on a semester abroad study program in Paris. Paris! Time to throw caution to the winds and jump-start her dreams. What’s the worst that could happen?

How about getting sent to the wrong Paris? As in Paris-frigging-Minnesota?

Bye-bye career dreams. Bye-bye glamour and haute couture. Hello flannel shirts, mind-numbing cold, zero bars on the cell phone, and socially challenged mountain men with tons of unruly facial hair.

So yeah, let the truck barreling her way hit her, please. Less painful.

Logan should have dodged the little lost waif and kept on driving. Who in their right mind walked in the middle of the road, dressed in white from head to high heels, during a snowstorm? Clueless city girls, that’s who. Sky is all that Logan has gladly left behind: stylish, cosmopolitan, and a massive pain in the butt. He wouldn’t trade a single day in his quirky little corner of the woods for all the high-maintenance beauties the city can offer.

Too bad this beauty has been deemed a health hazard and quarantined in his house. Damn his doomsday-prepper neighbors and their paranoid emergency protocols. Now he has to keep Sky in and the pandemic squad out until the roads are clear. The question is, will that happen before or after Sky realizes she’s under house arrest?

Ah, the best-laid plans…

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Excerpt

Logan addressed the pandemic squad up on the platform. “Sorry to break it to you. This is a free country. You can’t go quarantining people at will.”
“Wrong. Exactly because this is a free country, we can.”
There were some mumbles of agreement from the crowd, “That’s right” and “You got it” and “Try to stop us.”
“We live in a democracy. Let’s take a vote,” Carol suggested. “All in favor of quarantining Patient Zero, please raise your hands.”
Everyone, including a smirking Ty, raised their hands.
“Oh, come on,” Logan grumbled. “Really? You serious?”
“Motion accepted,” Carol said, wrestling the gavel from the mayor and banging it on the podium. “Besides, Patient Zero doesn’t have to know she’s been quarantined. Just keep her indoors by any means necessary until she gets better.”
“Or she kicks the bucket,” somebody chimed in.
Nuts. The whole bunch of them. Down to the very last one.
“She’s not Patient Zero, people. Her name is Sky and she’s got the flu, damn it. Not Ebola. Just a common, garden-variety flu.”
“By our calculations, Patient Zero has been here almost twenty-four hours. We’re late on containment,” Carol said.
Logan shook his head in dismay. Man, like talking to a wall.
“You had her hidden away for a whole day?” Ty asked impishly.
“She was just sleeping on my sofa.” Logan realized his mistake right away and turned to Carol and the rest. “You are not burning my sofa. Are we clear?”
Whether it was clear or not, Logan didn’t know, because Carol ignored his words. “And we’ll be monitoring you,” she added while the rest nodded. “At the slightest indication you’re sick—”
“Yeah, yeah, you’ll quarantine me too, and if I don’t get better fast enough, you’ll shoot me and cremate my remains.” Along with the damn couch, of course.
Carol rolled her eyes. “Don’t be silly.”
“Yeah, don’t be silly,” someone interjected. “We’ll autopsy you before that. Dissect you into tiny pieces.”
Jesus fucking Christ. Why couldn’t his neighbors have been the gearheads prepping for solar flares that would fry the grid? More kumbaya. Less ready to dissect.
“This is all your fault, Megan,” he said to his sister, who was sitting two rows behind him. “Couldn’t you have moved somewhere else? A normal fucking place?”
She just laughed. “You heard the lady. Keep Patient Zero indoors—by any means necessary.”
“Ha. Ha.”
“What? Skills too rusty to keep a woman indoors?” she asked.
“I can help,” Ty added. “Is she pretty?”
Gorgeous, actually. Big, dark eyes. Olive-colored skin. Delicate features. But that was beside the point too.
“Fuck off, both of you,” Logan muttered. Raising his voice, he addressed the crowd again. “You’re certifiable. All of you.”
“I totally agree,” Carol said. “We give you far too much leeway. Look at how flexible we’ve been about your toxic contaminants.”

4.75 ‘All Prepped Up’ Stars

Hilarious, Steamy and absolutely brilliant! Elle Aycart in all her writing splendor!

Yep, that’s right, Elle Aycart did it again with this fantastic ‘Fashion Diva in Prepperland’ making me fall , hook, line and sinker for this quirky and amazing characters!

Fashion is a great equalizer in that way. What’s in is in, regardless of where you come from.”

“You gonna forget this conversation too?” he asked with a grin.
“I hope not. Although it probably depends on how well you perform. I’d rather block trauma, if it’s all the same to you.”

Sky, a true city-girl, like myself, ends up in the middle of No Name – that’s no typo, you guys – and nothing in the world could have prepared her for her rescuer, the very definition of mountain man, Logan. Even less when she realizes all post-apocalyptic OTT preparation going on around her! IT WAS HILARIOUS!

“If I’m going to risk getting bitten, I hope it’s for a good cause.”
She kissed him softly again. “So you know, I’m not a good cause, Alchemist. I’m a fantastic one.”

He could play games all he wanted, but at the end of the day, she was the one with all the power. The one fucking his heart into mush.

Sky’s The Limit really is a RomCom masterpiece! With PLENTY of sexy times and enough emotional and deep moments to touch our hearts, I couldn’t have asked for a better start for Elle Aycart’s brand new and SO promising series. I can’t wait to hear even more about this crazy gang! <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

Made for him: dressed-to-kill, stuck-up bitch on the outside, funny and caring on the inside.

“Jesus Christ. You’ve been infected.”
“What do you mean?”
“I’ve seen it many times. When a sane person starts dealing with preppers, either they run away screaming, or they get infected.”

“I love you, Alchemist.”
“I love you, Butterfly.”
A loud bark came from outside. Arnie. “Yeah, yeah,” Logan said. “We love you too.”

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After a colorful array of jobs all over Europe ranging from translator to chocolatier to travel agent to sushi chef to flight dispatcher, Elle Aycart is certain of one thing and one thing only: aside from writing romances, she has abso-frigging-lutely no clue what she wants to do when she grows up. Not that it stops her from trying all sorts of crazy stuff. While she is probably now thinking of a new profession, her head never stops churning new plots for her romances. She lives currently in Barcelona, Spain, with her husband and two daughters, although who knows, in no time she could be living at the Arctic Circle in Finland, breeding reindeer.

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SKY’S THE LIMIT

Series: Doomsday Preppers #1

Author: Elle Aycart

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: January 16, 2018

Elle Aycart

Synopsis

Ah, the best-laid plans…

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This was so not happening. “Are you serious?” Sky choked out.
“I’m afraid so. I’ll make it up to you later, I swear. Get dressed.” Logan reached for the keys, unlocked one cuff, freed her from the headboard, and jumped off the bed. “Dark clothes. Camo if you’ve got it.”
She snorted, sitting up. “You’re joking, right? The closest I’ve gotten to camo was watching—with contempt, I might add—an episode of Duck Dynasty.”
“Black sweatpants then.”
Sure, like she had packed that for Paris. The only sweatpants she had were gold and pink. Prada, spring collection.
“Where’s the key for the cuffs?” she asked, looking around.
“I left it on the bed,” Logan shouted from the closet.
Sky patted the bedsheets but no luck. “Can’t find it.”
Logan came back carrying a big rucksack. He left it on the floor and lifted the bedcovers. No key. “Maybe it fell on the floor?”
Sky pointed at the rucksack, ominously similar to the ones she’d seen the 10K participants carry. “Don’t tell me. Bug-out bag?”
“Bug-out bag. We need to hurry. They time these drills. If we mess up their schedule, we won’t ever live it down. Get ready. I’ll search for the key.”
Where had she gone wrong? She’d had a nice, comfortable city life. Friday meant cosmopolitans, sexy clothes, and a fancy date with dinner and dancing. Hot sex if she was lucky. Now? She was in the middle of nowhere, getting ready for an evacuation drill, her mascara down her chest, her hair a mess, and her clit hurting like a bitch from not coming. No dinner. No dancing.
She heard the front door opening and a woman yelling, “Logan! Move it! Where are you?”
“My sister got tired of waiting outside.”
“Forget the key and go meet her downstairs,” Sky urged him. “Before she gets in here. Or worse, before Arnie attacks her.”
“Fuck.” Logan grabbed the bag and dashed out of the room. “We’re coming! Go back to the car. Give us a minute.”
“You got thirty seconds,” was the annoyed reply.
Sky pulled the first long-sleeved-shirt she could find over herself, hoping to cover the cuffs hanging from one wrist. It was Logan’s, so it went down to her knees. Whatever. She ran to her room and put on the pink-and-gold sweatpants and the black-and-red rubber boots. Jesus Christ, talk about hillbillying it.
She dashed downstairs. Logan was holding the front door for her. Outside, the horn on a big, black truck was blaring.
“About time,” said the driver, a gruff man dressed in camo, as they jumped in the vehicle. A woman with pixie-cut hair, also wearing camo, was riding shotgun. Megan, Logan’s sister, Sky presumed.
“If you batshit wackos would schedule your damn drills at a more reasonable hour, or let us know beforehand, this wouldn’t happen,” Logan snapped back.
“It wouldn’t be much of an emergency evacuation drill if we gave notice beforehand, would it?” the pixie lady said.

4.75 ‘All Prepped Up’ Stars

Hilarious, Steamy and absolutely brilliant! Elle Aycart in all her writing splendor!

Yep, that’s right, Elle Aycart did it again with this fantastic ‘Fashion Diva in Prepperland’ making me fall , hook, line and sinker for this quirky and amazing characters!

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THE HAIL YOU SAY

Series: Hail Raisers #5

Author: Lani Lynn Vale

Genre: Romantic Suspense

Release Date: January 11, 2018

Cover Model: Stuart Reardon

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Cover Designer: Lani Lynn Vale

Get out!

He yelled those words at the love of his life twelve years ago, and to this day, Reed Hail regrets them. He’s always been the type of person to speak before he thinks, and apologies have never come easy.

It’s been over a decade since she was his, and he stubbornly thinks that he can keep on living without her.

He couldn’t be more wrong.

The last thing he needs is her vagina anywhere near his exam table. But nobody ever asks him what he wants.

Maybe he should’ve gone into the auto-recovery business after all.

I hate you.

Krisney Shaw would take those words back in a heartbeat if she could. In fact, she would take back everything.

Never meeting him would be the perfect place to start. The memory of Reed Hail haunts her—morning, noon, and night. Then, to add insult to injury, she has to see him being happy while she’s breaking a little more inside every single day.

Reed Hail is her worst nightmare because she’s constantly reminded of exactly what she’s missing—the other half of her soul.

Just when she thinks things can’t get worse, she’s sees his sexy, bearded face over the top of her paper gown, and she’s lost all over again.

Don’t ever let me go.

Both Reed and Krisney are determined to avoid each other. They do a great job of it, too…not.

One ill-timed gynecological exam changes everything. One single second in time shows Reed what he’s missing—literally and figuratively—and suddenly he’s back at square one.

The only problem with being back at square one? He won’t be able to leave her a second time.

Especially since the first time around he didn’t have a child with her to consider.

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Routine. Just routine.

Yeah, right.

I knew this was going to be bad. I knew that I was about to do one of the stupidest things in the world.

Yet, that didn’t stop me from entering the infirmary.

Every year we were required to see the doctor for an annual health evaluation. Mine was due two months ago, and I’d purposefully gotten out of it.

I’d tried to get out of this one, too. However, my superior looked at me, grinned that evil grin of hers, and told me in no uncertain terms if I didn’t do it, I’d be relegated to desk duty for the foreseeable future.

She knew I hated desk duty.

Talking to people wasn’t my forte.

And now I was here.

Going into the one place that I knew I shouldn’t be going.

The clinic in town was normally off limits.

The clinic near the base had an older than dirt male doctor that I was fairly sure was a pervert who kept working because he didn’t get to see pussy that young anymore.

However, knowing that the old doc was off on the weekends, and Reed volunteered there for all the ladies that didn’t want to risk it with the pervert doc, led me to where I was today.

Where I knew he was.

Shit. Damn. Fuck.

I’d gone to Germany to get away from him. He’d been assigned to the same base within a month of my arrival.

It might’ve been a coincidence, but I knew it probably wasn’t.

He did it on purpose. Just to watch me squirm.

I swung open the glass door, waved at the secretary who I knew but whose name I couldn’t remember, and signed in.

“He’s running about thirty minutes behind,” the secretary said as she took my information. “I’ll tell the ladies that you’re here, though. You can go on back. The nurse will put you in a room.”

Of course he was, because the motherfucker liked to talk.

Fucker.

Asshole.

I walked back, met the nurse, and she guided me into a room.

“Here’s the paper gown. You can go ahead and change here behind the screen.” The nurse smiled. “The part goes in the front.”

I refrained from flipping her off.

I knew which fucking part went in the front. I wasn’t a dumbass.

“Thanks,” I muttered.

I waited until she was completely out of the room before I changed, making sure the screen was completely covering every square inch of my body before I stripped my shirt off.

My pants went next, then my bra, and my underwear.

After slipping on the stupid gown—part in front—I folded the clothes precisely in on themselves, making sure that my underwear and bra were neatly tucked into my shirt before rolling my pants around the shirt.

I did not want him to see my underthings.

No sir-ree.

He was already going to see my breasts and vagina today. I didn’t want him to see that I wore the sexy underthings for some stupid reason.

Growling to myself, I picked up my phone and blasted off a text to my best friend.

She was probably asleep, but she’d answer when she woke up.

Somebody needed to be witness to this train wreck.

Might as well be Hennessy.

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KINDA DON’T CARE

Series: The Simple Man Series #1

Author: Lani Lynn Vale

Genre: MC Romance

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Release Date: April 5th, 2018

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She’s in a white dress that dances around her ankles, and her hair tumbles in a long sheet of curls down her back. A veil covers her beautiful eyes, and she smiles directly at him. Janie is everything Rafe’s ever imagined she would be on her wedding day.

Breathtaking. Gorgeous. Perfect.

The moment he sees her walking down the aisle towards him, he knows that she’s the one.

Then she passes him, making her way to the man she’s to marry.

A man that wasn’t him.

A man that he knows with one hundred percent certainty isn’t good enough for her.

It seems that her father isn’t the only one who’s having a hard time giving her away. Rafe only wishes he knew why.

Everything about Janie sparks protective instincts he doesn’t feel for anyone, not even his own fiancé.

What he feels for the bride, however, isn’t merely a simple attraction. He knows that something is there just beneath the surface…if only he could reach it.

It has to be something huge, too, otherwise he wouldn’t be drinking whiskey straight from the flask in a church pew and wondering how many years he would do in prison if he shot the groom in front of about a hundred witnesses—half of those being cops.

He was good…but not that good.

A near-death experience cost Rafe almost six months of his memory, but right now he can’t help but feel like a huge mistake is being made on both of their parts. One that’s going to cost him everything.

Then she says I do.

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SKY’S THE LIMIT

Series: Doomsday Preppers #1

Author: Elle Aycart

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: January 16, 2018

Elle Aycart

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Ah, the best-laid plans…

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CHAPTER 1

Somewhere in the back of beyond, Minnesota
SOS. Car broke down. Stuck in snowstorm. Check my location and alert troopers.

Sky Gonzalez pressed Send and threw her cell in the air as high as she could. There was nothing but trees and snow around, no cell coverage to be had where she was standing. Maybe another six feet up, the situation was different.

She caught the phone on its way down. Checked the screen. Nope. Jesus Christ, the whole country was infested with butt-ugly, fake-tree cell towers, and she had to get lost in a place where all the damn trees were real.

Turning against the gusts of wind and brushing flakes away from her face, she gave it another go, tossing as far as she dared. Which wasn’t far, really, because she wasn’t the most coordinated person in the world. If she dropped the phone and it smashed into a million pieces, or she lost sight of where it landed, that was it for her last lifeline to the outside world. She’d never find her cute, sparkly cell again—slick and thin and white.

In hindsight, going for that color had been a very poor decision.

Still no dice. Squinting, she tossed the device up again. Hopefully her message would eventually go through, and Lola would contact the authorities. After all, it was Lola’s fault Sky was in this bind. Of all the crazy shit her sister had pulled over the years, this stunt trumped every one of them.

Every. Single. One.

She caught her cell a third time. Nothing. Well, practice made perfect, right? Besides, she didn’t have much else to do except throw that stupid phone into the sky and continue walking. The road must lead somewhere. Sooner or later she’d arrive there. Or she’d get lucky and her cell would catch a signal. Or she’d freeze to death and become a cautionary tale to stupid girls. Whatever came first.

She looked back to where her car was being buried under a steady fall of big flakes. Steam was still coming from the hood. How a car could overheat in the middle of a snowstorm, she didn’t know. That annoying little red light on the dashboard that had flashed at her for the last twenty miles might have had something to do with it. Not that she could have done shit about it, seeing as the last person she’d crossed paths with was at a gas station a hundred miles away. Or so. She wasn’t great at calculating distances or reading maps.

Orienting herself wasn’t one of her fortes either, evidenced by the embarrassing fact that her destination should only have been about fifteen miles from the regional airport and she’d still managed to miss it. She’d tried backtracking, but she’d only succeeded in getting more lost. And that was hours ago. The car’s GPS had stopped working right after she left the airport, and her cell had been without a steady signal for a long while before the car itself died. For all she knew, she’d crossed state lines. Heck, she might be in Canada. Or in frigging Alaska.

Great way to kick off the New Year. Best first of January ever.

Eyes on her airborne cell, she tripped and fell flat on her face, the useless device landing on the back of her head.

Coordinate colors? Forecast fashion trends? Put together a knockout outfit from a thrift shop? All that she could do, no problem. But apparently, throwing an object up in a straight line and catching it on the fly were not in her skill set.

Aggravated, she got up, patted the snow from her pants, and burrowed her hands under her jacket. The wind wasn’t too strong, but the constant bee stings of flakes on her skin, along with her shitty clothes, made her feel like she was freezing. The extremely fashionable hand-me-downs from her boss were not designed for off-road snow trudging.

Then again, she should have been strolling around Paris’s Golden Triangle of luxury boutiques and haute couture labels. Or sitting in a cute little café, watching the sun set over the Champs Elysées, enjoying the mild chill of the French winter—which this year was supposed to be warmer than usual—sipping red wine, and munching on a baguette slathered in gooey cheese. For that, she was perfectly dressed.

Thank God she’d gotten that ridiculous white bunny-ear hat at the airport, ugly as it was, and the white bunny-paw mittens. The snowstorm must have caught other travelers off guard, because those had been the only winter garments in the tiny store. High heels and a bunny hat. Hell of a fashion statement. On the plus side, she was color coordinated down to her underwear. White pants. White jacket. White boots. White hat.

She should have stayed in the broken car. No heat and a cramped space were a thousand times preferable to walking in the open, but she was so tired, she couldn’t afford to sit idle. She’d fall asleep in a second and wake up a Popsicle. Or, more to the point, not wake up at all.

That she’d been awake thirty hours and counting wasn’t helping. But why would she have wasted her last night in New York City sleeping when she thought she had a transatlantic flight ahead of her? Eight hours of uninterrupted sleep. Sky was infamous for drifting off in the weirdest places and the most impossible positions. Tourist class, no leg room, screaming babies? Bring it on. Heck, once she’d zonked out in a jumper seat and snored there for hours, back in the day when she flew standby, courtesy of a friend’s industry-discount tickets.

Looking forward to a cozy nap in coach, she’d gone partying with friends instead of resting—and checking her flight details. Now she was stuck in the middle of nowhere, sleep-deprived, knee-deep in snow, freezing her butt off, and probably catching the mother of all flus.

Minnesota. Where the heck was Minnesota? She was an East Coast person through and through. She hadn’t been this far west since that time she took the wrong train and ended up in Newark. That had been traumatic enough, thank you very much.

She glanced around. It was beautiful, though. Perfect snowflakes poured out of the sky, blanketing the whole landscape in white. Very… Christmassy. Too bad it wasn’t Christmas, and she was lost, alone, and irremediably soaked. Her hair and makeup were ruined. And let’s not talk about her brand-new manicure. Hansel and Gretel dropped bread crumbs. Her? She was dropping fake nails all over the place.

Damn the countryside. Not a single soul around to ask for directions. Where were aggressive taxi drivers when one needed them? Rude walkers, honking cars, hotdog vendors, a Starbucks on every corner—there was nothing like that here. No landmarks she would recognize.

Just snow, trees, and a back road, poorly delineated and with worse signage, all of it getting fuzzier by the second.

And that was the view in the middle of the day. She shuddered to think how all this would look when it started getting dark. Were there wolves in Minnesota? Bears? Because if her high-heeled boots were shit walking in the snow, just wait until she had to climb a tree.

Sky was about to toss the cell up again, but she stopped. Sighed. Who was she kidding? She’d need a rocket launcher to make it past the treetops. She might as well put her phone to better use before the battery died or it got buried in the snow, Fargo style, until the end of time. She pressed the recording function and started talking. “This is the last will and testament of Sky Gonzalez. This message is addressed to my sister Lola. I leave you, Lola, all my belongings, which you’ll find in a car buried under a ton of snow somewhere in the middle of Minnesota, where you sent me!” she yelled into the device. “Know that I blame you for everything, and I will haunt you from the afterlife for freaking ever! You’ll never have a good night’s sleep, I guarantee you. Damn your presbyopia! Yes, you’ve hit forty. Yes, you need glasses. Own it, for Christ’s sake!”

Screaming seemed to help, marginally. To vent her frustration, if nothing else. She knew she shouldn’t be mad at Lola. After all, it wasn’t completely her sister’s fault. Never mind how busy she’d been, Sky should not have asked her sister to fill out her application for the semester-abroad program. At the very least, she should have suspected something was fishy when the secretary in the placement department had been so glad about Sky’s choice of location, she not only arranged the flight for her, but also informed her that the position came with a voucher for a car rental. Big red flag if Sky ever saw one.

“I don’t need a car,” she’d told the woman. Why would she? Public transportation was a far better option in European cities.

The secretary had sounded confused. “Uhh, believe me, you’ll need a car. Any preferences?”

In all her years as a part-time undergrad at that school, taking classes here and there whenever she could afford it, Sky had never heard the old hag be so nice to anyone. So she went for broke. “Okay, if I can choose, a cute little Mini would work.” Driving in style trumped trunk space any day. Besides, parking would be at a premium in Paris.

“A what?”

She’d gone too far. “If it’s too much, I can—”

“No, no,” the secretary had hurried to interrupt. “It will be arranged.”

Probably she’d thought Sky was going to pull her application if she didn’t get her preferred car. Which she would have. In a heartbeat. Not because of the car, but because she had thought she was going to Paris, France. Not Paris, Minnesota. Who in her right mind would choose an internship in Minnesota when Europe was available?

Sky Gonzalez, apparently.

Entering the semester-abroad program had been an ill-omened idea. She should have accepted her destiny as an eternal student and sales clerk turned personal shopper’s assistant. Dressing in castoffs from her boss and living vicariously through others people’s pics on Instagram. Making ends meet, a big smile on her face, happy and satisfied with her lot.

But traveling to Europe in the hopes of becoming a buyer for a classy continental retailer? Not in the cards for a Gonzalez.

Sky blew warm air over her frozen fingers. Manipulating her cell with the mittens had been a no-go, so she’d stashed them in her jacket. Time to fish them out, or she was going to lose more than her nails. Rummaging in her pockets produced only one mitten. Oh, shit. She must have dropped the other one. Fantastic. Getting better and better. Her teeth were chattering. The storm didn’t look like it was lightening up anytime soon, so she put on the one mitten and picked up her speed.

She pressed Record again and spoke into the phone.“I left Arnie at the dog hotel, so you are getting your sorry ass over there and picking him up, Lola. To hell with your allergies.”

Arnie hated it there. Ungrateful mutt. Much as it pained Sky, she couldn’t take him with her overseas. She’d dished out an indecent amount of money, money she couldn’t afford, to that first-class kennel, and he’d looked at her as if she were dumping him into the pound. “If I freeze to death… which at this stage is a very strong possibility, because the clattering sound you’re hearing is my teeth… I expect you to care for him. The expensive doggie treats he likes. His massage and spa days. The whole shebang, Lola. Do not cut corners with my baby. You owe me.”

When Sky stopped yelling into the phone, she realized the screeching she was hearing wasn’t coming from her. It sounded like brakes locking. She turned around in time to see the shiny grill of a black monster truck barreling her way.

Her eyes opened wide. Holy shit.

It was a damn good thing she couldn’t feel half her body anymore, because this was sooo going to hurt.
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The second that Logan saw a flash of long red hair and something resembling human eyes, he wrenched the wheel, sending the truck spinning to the shoulder, barely missing the tiny figure in the middle of the road. Jesus Christ. Who in her right mind wore white from head to toe in a blizzard? The truck screeched to a halt, the passenger side a mere half an inch from the woman. He jumped down and ran around the front. She had fallen to the ground. Fuck, had he hit her? “You okay?”

“You… almost… ran… me… over,” she said, her teeth chattering. From fear or cold, he couldn’t tell. Well, he could. It had to be cold. Her clothes were flimsy at best. Flashy, but not warm at all.

“Are you crazy? Standing in the middle of the road, all in white? I could have killed you.”

He saw a gleam of defiance in her eyes. “White’s… trendy… this… year.”

Right. “There’s nothing ‘trendy’ in this part of Minnesota, lady. Where’s your car?”

“There.” She pointed in the direction Logan had come from. “Or there,” she corrected herself, pointing in the opposite direction. “Not sure now. It all looks… white.”

No shit.

He tried to help her stand, but her legs buckled, so he lifted her in his arms. “Let’s get you somewhere warm, shall we?” After placing her on the passenger seat, he cranked up the heat.

“Can’t leave… without… my bags.”

He stepped outside and scouted the ground a little.

Her footsteps indicated she’d been walking in the same direction he’d been driving, which meant he must have passed her vehicle and missed it. “What car are you driving?”

She sneezed, the useless synthetic-fur hood on her jacket flopping over her bunny-eared head. Out of the whole stupid outfit, that bunny-eared hat was the most sensible piece. “A Mini.”

Great. Wherever she’d left the car, it was probably buried now.

“We’ll come back for it tomorrow,” he decided, jumping back in and revving up the engine.

“My Manolos are in there.”

Manolos. Oh, boy, wasn’t that a blast from the past? Another shoe whore. Just what he needed. “They’ll still be here tomorrow, believe me.”

She was going to object, but a sudden sneeze derailed her. And another and another. He opened the glove compartment, took out a wad of napkins, and offered it to her. “Why did you leave the car?”

“Stopped working,” she answered, grabbing a napkin and wiping her nose. “And when I began walking… it wasn’t snowing so much.”

“You aren’t from anywhere around here, are you?” Her dumb clothes were a dead giveaway. Her actions too. She shook her head, placing her hands in front of the air vent. “New York City.”

It figured.

She narrowed her dark eyes on him. “Why?”

The heat had kicked in. She must have finally felt it, because her teeth weren’t chattering as hard. She was even getting some color back in her face.

He looked resolutely forward and edged the truck into motion. “For your information—next time you decide to take a stroll in the Minnesota countryside, you need better shoes. And clothes. You don’t assume the weather conditions will improve. And you never leave your vehicle. Ever. Under any circumstances. You don’t stand in the middle of the road without wearing reflectors. And—”

A sudden move from the passenger side caught his attention. He gave her a quick glance and saw, flabbergasted, that her head had lolled to the side.

“Lady, you okay?”

A light snore was all the answer he got. “And you don’t get into a stranger’s ride and proceed to check out,” he muttered. Jesus fucking Christ. Talk about a lack of common sense.

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