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Wednesday, March 28, 2018

Review Tour: Recovered by Jay Crownover + Excerpt!

   


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

From New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author Jay Crownover comes a standalone romance with a hero sure to keep readers up long into the night. Check out the review below and pick up your copy of RECOVERED for just $.99 through release week only!

 
 


It was hate at first sight......

Affton

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.

Cable

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.

 

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REVIEW:

4 stars
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This is a good book. This is Affton and Cable's story. Cable is a bad boy of the worst kind. A rich boy whose parents run their small town and an addict whose thoughtless actions cause a tragic accident and land him in prison. Affton is a smart, driven young woman whose own mother was an addict. She kept her head down all throughout high school, not letting friends or activities distract her from graduating and getting to college as quickly as she can. Going to the same high school, Affton can see that Cable is spiraling out of control, headed to disaster. She hates him and the terrible way he treats everyone around him, but she feels bad for him too. So she reaches out to his mother by anonymous email in the hope to get him help. Her reaching out can not stop the train wreck that is Cable from creating a huge disaster. But when he gets out of prison, right after Affton graduates high school, Cable's mom blackmails her into being his sober companion at their beach house for the summer to help him stay on the right track after prison. Sparks fly between them. Cable does not want a babysitter and Affton feels stuck being forced to be there. It takes quite awhile for them to open up and feel comfortable together, but they soon find that their hate has turned to love for each other.

This book is a slow burn, hate-to-love story. Cable was a tough character to like at first. He was a big jerk a lot of the time, saying the opposite of what he meant, hurting her on purpose and pushing Affton away. When he finally cracked and let down his guard, an avalanche of emotions poured out between the two of them. I liked Affton. She was smart, funny and driven. I really sympathized with her over her being put in a tough spot. I felt bad for her as she developed feelings for Cable despite how he treated her. Their relationship seemed impossible in so many ways, destined to blow up in their faces. But they were also very good for each other in many ways. I definitely felt the love between the couple. There is a separation near the end of the book and I felt I lost the feeling of love a little bit at that point. I liked the first 75% of the book more than the last part. The ending of the book was hard to read. But, overall, I enjoyed most of the book and seeing the relationship between Cable and Affton develop.

This is not an easy read. There are heavy, emotional moments because of the addiction and depression themes. But there are also some lighter, happy, sexy moments to even things out. I was rooting for Affton and Cable to get their well-fought and deserved HEA. I really enjoyed their story and a look forward to more from Ms. Crownover!










       



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CABLE

I knew I was a mess.

Unhinged and hanging on the precipice of becoming someone who was beyond any kind of redemption. I teetered on the brink of making bad choices every moment I was awake, but somehow, some way, I always managed to keep myself from going completely over. It was the look in Affton’s eyes when I came out of my epic freak-out that had me keep one foot on the line and one foot behind it. There was genuine concern for me in those pretty, almost purple eyes. There was worry and want she tried to hide in that gaze, as well. She tried to hate me, but she was too good of a person, too compassionate and empathetic to follow through on those emotions. She cared, and it scared the holy fuck out of me.

I had no clue what to do with these new feelings. I was sure I didn’t want her to give a crap about me. I had no idea how to navigate genuine, sincere compassion. I was inexperienced in dealing with emotion that wasn’t leveraged or manipulated. I was unsettled and acutely aware of her.

Every breath she took, I swore I could hear.

Every time she blinked, those eyes that saw far too much and witnessed as I ducked and dodged her. I watched them grow dark blue, blooming like a bruise as she tried to hide the way my evasion hurt her.

Every time I sidestepped and ignored her, I swore I could feel the way her blood billed, and her aggravation made her warm from head to toe. I got hard at the way she flushed a pretty pink when I pissed her off, but I wasn’t going out of my way to tell her that. I wasn’t going out of my way to tell her anything.





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  Jay Crownover is the international and multiple New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of the Marked Men Series, The Saints of Denver Series, the Point Series, the Breaking Point Series, and the Getaway Series. Her books can be found translated in many different languages all around the world. She is a tattooed, crazy haired Colorado native who lives at the base of the Rockies with her awesome dogs. This is where she can frequently be found enjoying a cold beer and Taco Tuesdays. Jay is a self-declared music snob and outspoken book lover who is always looking for her next adventure, between the pages and on the road.      



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New Release: Come a Little Closer by Kim Karr

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What happens when bad meets good? Get ready to find out. Only this time the bad isn’t who you think it is. It was a one-night stand, until she forced him to change the rules.


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I haven’t always been this bad… Up until recently, I was the kind of girl who wore white cotton panties and bent at the knees rather than the waist. Pomp and circumstance changed all that. Jaxson Cassidy was my first taste of bad, and I liked it more than I should have. Just not in the way I was meant to. I couldn’t help myself though. I found him irresistible. That sexy grin, those skilled fingers, and that dirty, dirty mouth were a lethal combination. I wasn’t supposed to want him. I wasn’t supposed to let him put his hands on me. I wasn’t supposed to do a lot of things…but I did. He wants to keep me close. I should push him away. He says he can help me. I’m not so sure. For some reason, he thinks there’s good left in me. What if he’s wrong? Everyone knows a good boy can’t turn a bad girl around. Everyone knows it’s always the other way. Everyone…except him.



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Review:

4- 4.25 stars
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This was a good book. This is Sadie and Jaxson's book. Sadie is having a rough time. She lost her job as a magazine writer/blogger when her assistant used a stock photo of a random hot guy without permission going against the company rules. Then she goes home to pack up belongings of her beloved "uncle"/family friend who recently passed away and gets into a serious mess when she has an accident. Without getting into too much detail and spoiling it, that night leads to a series of events, forcing her to do something she never wanted to do. As luck would have it, she runs into that random hot guy from the stock photo, who turns out to be Jaxson. He is a up and coming photographer on his way to shoot the Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Edition photoshoot in the Carribean. Fate throws the two of them together. Sadie ends up running from her problems. and running into Jaxson on a tropical island. He can see how messed up Sadie is and vows to help her. They start to fall for each other and with Jaxson's help, she is able to face her problems by going back home to take responsibility for her actions. 

This book was a slow started for me. The first third of the book seemed like a series of a bunch of random events. Too much was going on and I couldn't make sense of it. I wasn't drawn into the story because I had very little idea what was going on and wasn't sure I liked the characters. I think the story took too long to hook me in, but I'm glad I hung in there. The pieces started to come together in a way that was pretty genius. After that, I couldn't put it down. The book was pretty angsty and I don't normally love really angsty books, but I didn't mind the angst factor here. 

I liked Jaxson and Sadie, even though they were both flawed characters. Jaxson was closed off and hurt from the past, when his ex-fiance dumped him. He has vowed off women after that. Sadie also has some serious baggage from her past. Her father was an alcoholic, her mother was murdered by a lover, her father went to prison and then died at sea right after he got out. Sadie's own accident that got her into this mess really messed her up even more and plagued her with guilt. Several times she drank too much as an escape and did impulsive, not very smart things. I was surprised she let herself drink so much because, as the child of an alcoholic, she claimed she never drank more than one or two drinks. She didn't follow that rule here and it got her into trouble. The 12 AA steps were listed in the book verbatim, even. Still, together, they both started to heal from their pasts. Jaxson learned to trust again. Once he made up his mind that he wanted a future with Sadie, he never wavered and he went after what he wanted. I definitely felt the connection between the two of them. 

This book was not a very light book, unlike most of Kim Karr's books that I have read. It deals with some heavy subjects, like alcoholism, murder, stealing, etc. It was emotional, suspenseful, with some hot sexy times and great chemistry. The book was engrossing and un-put-downable. It does end at 89%, so be aware of that. Overall, I definitely recommend this book. It left me with the best kind of book hangover. I look forward to more from Kim Karr in the future!








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  About the Author: Reader * Chocolate Lover * Writer * Coffee Lover * Romantic * Beach Lover * Yoga Beginner Kim Karr is a New York Times & USA Today bestselling author of eighteen novels. Best known for writing sexy contemporary love stories, she enjoys bringing flawed characters to life and creating romances that are page worthy. Her stories are raw, real, and explosive. Her characters will make you laugh, make you cry, make you feel. And her happily-ever-afters are always swoon worthy. From the brooding rock star to the arrogant millionaire to the Football Player. From the witty damsel-in-distress to the sassy high-powered businesswoman to the boutique owner. No two storylines are ever alike. If Kim's not writing, you can find her wandering through antique stores with her husband, trying out new fitness classes with her sons, venturing out to new coffee shops with her daughter, or with her nose stuck in a book. 

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Tuesday, March 27, 2018

Excerpt Tour: Savage Prince by Meghan March

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Who knew things could get even darker and dirtier in New Orleans? New York Times bestselling author Meghan March introduces the Savage Prince of the city, the man you never want to meet. I do what I want and who I want. I don’t follow anyone’s rules—even my own. I knew I shouldn’t touch her, but it didn’t stop me. Didn’t stop me the second time either. Only made me want a third. My lifestyle suits the savage I am, and she doesn’t. But Temperance Ransom is my newest addiction, and I’m nowhere near ready to quit her yet. I’ll have her my way, even if it means dragging her into the darkness. Hopefully it doesn’t kill us both. Savage Prince is book one of the Savage Trilogy, set in the same world as Ruthless King, however you do not need to read the Mount Trilogy to devour this scandalously hot new story.  


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“That you, Temperance?” My gaze searches the darkness, interrupted only by the Chinese lanterns and fairy lights hanging from the trees, until it lands on the red dragon emblazoned on the back of a black silk kimono, topped by a fluffy white head of hair. Shit. My landlady. “I’m so sorry to disturb you, Harriet. I’ll just—” She spins around, spry for her advanced age. “Oh, girl, you’ve got sex hair. At least that makes one of us.” I squeeze my eyes shut in humiliation. “I . . . uh . . . got—” “Done up right by a real man, I’d say. About damn time, girl. I was starting to think you were a lost cause of all work and no play. Almost wondered if I’d have to find a new tenant to get some entertainment around here.” I blink twice as she shuffles toward me, fluffy pink marabou slippers on her feet. “You were going to kick me out because I work too much?” I knew my landlady was a little nutty, but I didn’t realize she was downright crazy. “It would’ve been a last resort. I was going to send you a male stripper first. Girl, you need some fun in your life, and you do nothing but go between here and work. Boring as hell.” Her point is finally sinking in, but part of me is still in shock. “I’m boring?” “Of course you are. I swear, you go out of your way to stay that way too. But not tonight. Tonight, you look like you got dicked down by a real man.” She takes a seat at the outdoor patio table and reaches for a bottle of wine. “Here’s a glass. Now, sit down and consider part of your rent spilling the juicy details.” Dumbstruck, I close the distance between us and take a seat at the table. “It’s nothing. I swear.” “Girl, you’re practically walking bowlegged. I’ve been around the block plenty of times. You won’t shock me.” I reach for the glass of wine and take a long drink. Good Lord, I needed this. “I shouldn’t even be admitting what I did tonight.” Harriet’s aged eyes practically light up as she grins. “Those are the best stories. Come now, I’ll take it to the grave.” I squeeze my eyes shut. “I think I accidentally went to a sex club.” Harriet’s wineglass clinks the metal of the table. “I knew this was going to be good. How do you accidentally go to a sex club?” I tell her about the note that came to the office, and rushing to meet the appointment, assuming I was there to sell whiskey . . . and end with the part about running from the room. Harriet claps with childlike excitement. “There’s hope for you yet, Temperance. When are you going back?” I’m stunned at her reaction. I didn’t exactly expect her to judge, but I sure didn’t think she’d cheer me on. “Never. I can’t. That’s not me. I’m not . . .” “Interesting? Sexually adventurous? Up to be manhandled regularly by a real man?” “I don’t even know his name!” Harriet waves off my concern. “If I had a nickel for every man whose name I didn’t know, I’d be even richer than I am now. You can’t take life so seriously. You’ll never make it out alive. Now, you go upstairs, take the rest of this bottle of wine, and get tipsy enough to forget all the shouldn’ts and can’ts. If you need me to do some stalking to find this guy, just let me know. I have connections.”  


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Excerpt Reveal: The Birthday List by Devney Perry

 




Happily 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.

Widow.

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?



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“That’s quite a list.” Cole nodded toward the journal in between bites. “It is.” My smile faltered at the way his jaw hardened. “Are you planning on doing these all by yourself?” “Um, yes.” How else was I going to get through them all? “That’s going to take a while.” “I hope not,” I sighed. “My goal is to get them done before New Year’s.” “What?” His spoon dropped into the jar, clinking against the glass. “That’s less than six months away.” “I know.” Just thinking about all I still had to do made my shoulders fall. “I thought I could do it, but with the restaurant and some of the bigger things on the list, it will take longer. I was really hoping to have it done before Jamie’s birthday.” That seemed impossible now. With the restaurant and all of the other things I was adding to my daily schedule, piling on more was going to wear me thin. If I didn’t let up, my self-imposed deadline would stress me to the max. Which meant it would take just that much longer to put this list behind me. Could I do it if I added another year? Maybe two? I didn’t have to do this all so soon. But I wanted to. I wanted to do this for Jamie and let it go. Every day, I was getting stronger. I was getting back on my feet. I was starting to live again—for me. And until the list was done, I’d still be living for Jamie. “Look.” Cole leaned his elbows on the table. “I don’t want to step on your toes. This is an awesome list and he had some cool ideas. If you want to do them on your own, I understand. I get that this is incredibly personal. But if you’d like, I’d be glad to help you with some of these. “What?” I didn’t know what made me smile more. That he thought Jamie’s list was cool or that he wanted to help. Regardless, I was beaming. “You’d really help?” Cole’s eyes were sparkling again. “In a heartbeat.”        




      Devney is the USA Today bestselling author of the Jamison Valley series. She lives in Montana with her husband and two children. After working in the technology industry for nearly a decade, she abandoned conference calls and project schedules to enjoy a slower pace at home with her kids. She loves reading and, after consuming hundreds of books, decided to share her own stories. Devney loves hearing from readers! Connect with her on social media.

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New Release: Getaway Girl by Tessa Bailey + Review!








Title: Getaway Girl
Author: Tessa Bailey
Genre: Adult Contemporary Romance
Release Date: March 26, 2018



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This unlikely getaway driver never expected to help the mayor escape…

After a six-year absence, Addison Potts is back in Charleston to stir things up. And what better place to make her villainous return than her estranged cousin’s wedding? Only, the nuptials hit a snag when the bride doesn’t show, leaving Addison to play getaway driver for the jilted groom. A groom whose heartbreaking smile and deep, southern drawl she should not be noticing…

Elijah Montgomery Du Pont is the future mayor of Charleston. From his military career to city hall, every detail of his life has been meticulously planned. Until now. His only respite from life’s sudden upheaval is Addison, his new, improbable best friend. She makes him happy. Grounds him. And public disapproval be damned, he’s not willing to give her up. But with an election on the line and public pressure rising, Addison—and the cruel hand of fate—might not give him a choice.










REVIEW:


4.25 stars
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 Aww, this was a really good book! This Addison and Elijah's story. Addison is back in Charleston, after living in New York for years, because her grandmother who raised her has recently passed away. She has to sort out her grandmother's belongings and decide whether to stay in her hometown for good. While in the city, she hears about her estranged cousin, who she has never met or talked to because of a family feud before she was born, getting married and decides to crash the wedding. Before the wedding can begin, the groom, Elijah DuPont, is left at the alter. He tries to escape the church without having to talk to a bunch a people and runs into Addison in the parking lot. She becomes the getaway driver for his escape. Elijah is the son of the current mayor who is running for office to be the next mayor. He isn't really that upset that he has been jilted or upset because he loved his fiance (he didn't) , but he doesn't really know what to do. As tabloids have a field day, Elijah finds an escape from the commotion in Addison and her quiet apartment. They spend a lot of time together as he finds peace from his election with her and they become best friends. That friendship develops into more and they fall for each other. There is some miscommunication and family drama, but it all works out in the end.

I loved Addison and Elijah. Addison was fun and sarcastic. Elijah was sweet and a very good guy. They got to know each other really well and became best friends pretty quickly before they developed a romantic relationship. They were perfect together and had awesome chemistry.
A few things to mention. Elijah was never in love with his ex that left him at the alter. I wasn't bothered that he was recently engaged and set to marry someone else (would have gone through with it if she hadn't left him). He was just going through the motions of what he thought he was supposed to do as a society son of a mayor and future mayor himself. Fate stepped in and everything worked out the way it was supposed to. He was meant to be with Addison. He was never really in love until he met her. He had no idea what love was. She brightened up his world and brought his life from from black and white to color. They were super hot, sweet and sexy together. There was a good bit of angst and miscommunication issues as their relationship developed, a little more than I prefer in my books, but it all worked out in the end. The angst factor kept this book from being one of my fave Tessa books, but I still really enjoyed it.

I also loved that this book was set in Charleston. I went to college in Charleston and it is my favorite city ever. I met my husband there and he proposed on the beach. It just has so many good feelings for me. So I loved all of the local color that Bailey added, having Addison work in the market, having Elijah's house on the Battery, etc. There was tons of other fun touches besides that I loved. Like Elijah having such a nice butt that it had it's own Twitter account called the DuPontBadonk (after his last name DuPont).

Overall, this book was fun, sweet, sexy, emotional and humorous. I always enjoy Tessa Bailey's books and this one was no exception. I look forward to more from her in the future!


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“Well…” I stop to clear the rasp from my voice. “If there’s no picture of us together, we should take one.”

“Good idea.” He crooks his finger at me, unwittingly sealing his fate. “Come here.”

I put my jacket on downstairs when I thought we were leaving, but I take it off now, simply letting it fall. “I want you in the mayor’s chair.”

His eyes stray to my pooled jacket, then tick to mine. “You what?”

“In the picture. I want you sitting in the chair.”

“Oh. Right.” He slides out the brown leather, high-back executive chair and drops into it. “What about you?”

My bravery slips. Whose wouldn’t? This powerful, gorgeous man sits before me, outlined by the city he’s been elected to run. His thighs are thicker than my waist, his sleeves caught up around his elbows. A strong man. A man of conviction who will not be seduced unless he really wants to be.

Or is driven out of his mind and can’t resist.

Before I can second-guess myself, I move between his outstretched thighs and ease myself onto his lap. “Addison.”

I send him an innocent look over my shoulder. “Yes, Captain?”

His chest rises and falls. Once. Twice. “Take the picture.”

The fact that I’m playing with fire stops psyching me out…and begins to excite me. Maybe it’s the gravel in his tone…or the big fists that come to rest on the desk. No…it’s definitely the way he presses his nose to my hair and inhales. As if I’m not going to notice. But I do. I do and it makes me braver. Makes me throb between my legs.

“The picture, Addison.”

“Sorry.” I lean across the desk where I set my purse, taking my time digging through to find my cell before pulling it out, searching for the camera app. All the while, his muscles bunch beneath me, harder and harder…and that’s when I feel it. His erection lifts under my backside, so thick and glorious, I bite my lip to stop from crying out. I want to, though. I want to sob at the proof that he’s physically attracted to me and at least I have that much.

My hands are shaking as I lift the camera, my instincts screaming at me to grind down. Elijah’s breath is pelting the back of my neck. Other than that he’s completely still, though. But when I flip the camera around to selfie mode and get my first look at his face, there isn’t a jury on the planet that would rule him unaffected. His eyes are closed, nostrils flared, mouth open against my hair. “You’ve got five seconds,” he says. “Take it, or—”
“Or what?” Elijah stands up and takes me with him, my ass pressed to his lap, feet dangling off the ground. As if I weigh nothing more than a child. It only lasts for a couple mind-blowing seconds, though, before he settles me on the ground behind his desk. His heat begins to leave me and I sense my chance slipping away, so I twist around to face him. Still mere inches away from me, he pauses with his head tipped forward, hands flexing at his sides. “We could be more than friends.” After easing myself backwards onto the desk, I snag his necktie and tug him closer, guiding his hips between my open thighs. “Just for tonight.”

His laugh is more like a rough expulsion of air, the scent of bourbon hitting me. “That’s not how things work,” he says, his palms scraping up my thighs, twisting in the hem of my dress. “Goddammit, Addison. You’re not supposed to tempt me like this.”

Tempted. He’s tempted. My blood cells crash together. “I don’t always do what I’m supposed to,” I murmur, leaning up to bring our mouths close, a breath separating them. “If I wasn’t your friend, would you kiss me right now?”

His eyes fasten on my mouth, seeming darker than usual. Predatory. “You felt what you did to my cock, sugar. You know the answer to that.”



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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 ten years and six-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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New Release: Recovered by Jay Crownover + Excerpt!

   


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

From New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author Jay Crownover comes a standalone romance with a hero sure to keep readers up long into the night. Pick up your copy of RECOVERED for just $.99 through release week only!



   


It was hate at first sight......

Affton

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.

Cable

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.

 

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I took another swallow of cinnamon-flavored booze and made a face as it burned down my throat. Maybe I could breathe fire. I needed to be able to if I was going to make it through the summer with Affton Reed looking over my shoulder. She had some of the strongest shields I’d ever seen. If my fire wasn’t hot enough, it would bounce off her and burn me to a crisp. The sun was down, and I was pretty much sitting in the water now. I thought about lying down and letting it lift me up and carry me wherever it wanted. I wasn’t drifting anywhere good on my own. I heard splashing and felt the air behind me stir. No longer alone. No longer left to my own devices and bad choices. I took another swig from the bottle, draining it, and looked over my shoulder at the girl making her way toward me. Her hair looked silver in the darkening light, and there was no mistaking the annoyance on her unmade-up face. She looked at me then shifted her gaze to the empty bottle in my hand. Her lips pulled into a frown, and her eyebrows tugged down into an angry V over the top of her nose. “You aren’t going to make anything about this summer easy, are you, Cable?” I had a thing for her voice. It was a little bit husky and a lot sweet with that slow, southern Texas twang in it. The way my name sounded when she said it, all exasperated and frustrated, was fucking sexy. It made me wonder what it would sound like when she whispered it in the dark while I was inside of her. I’d imagined that more times than I could count over the last eighteen months. “I don’t really do easy, Reed.” I looked at the empty bottle in my hand and contemplated tossing it into the Gulf. Knowing my luck, I’d hit some endangered marine life and give the judge one more reason to add months onto my sentence. Instead, I reached up and handed it to the leggy blonde who was now standing next to me, the water well above her ankles. “Jesus. Did you drink this whole thing?” She sounded incensed, and when I rolled my eyes up to look at her, it was clear she was contemplating hitting me over the head with the very weapon I’d just handed to her. I shrugged. “Pretty much.” The bubbly teen girls barely had the chance to put a dent in it before I swooped in and snagged their stash. She sighed from where she was hovering above me. I jolted in shock when she suddenly lowered herself to the wet sand next to me, the water immediately soaking into her frayed cutoffs and swirling around her ankles and hips as she copied my pose, my empty bottle caught between her feet. She leaned forward, rested her cheek on her knee, and gazed at me steadily out of those mesmerizing eyes. “I tried to tell your mother this was hopeless. I warned her there is no helping someone who doesn’t want to be helped. I don’t want to be here, Cable.” Her voice was hard, and I was surprised that her admission hurt a little bit. I didn’t want to be around me most of the time, but I was used to other people flocking to me, vying for my attention. “I don’t want to be here, but I have to be, so that means you’re stuck with me no matter how difficult you decide to make the next couple of months. I don’t have a choice.” I wanted a cigarette. I needed something to occupy my hands and my mouth. I’d left the smokes and m y t-shirt on the steps of the deck off dad’s house. The steps led to the beach, just a few feet from the water. It was a beautiful house on a prime piece of property. With Affton here, it was nothing more than an expensive jail cell. I knew exactly what means my mother had gone to in order to get Affton to agree to this madness. She told me outright she was blackmailing my former classmate, I think in a thinly veiled attempt to make me care about someone else’s future if I wouldn’t care about my own. I knew if I drove Affton away, her father would lose his job. It wasn’t fair, but my mom had been nothing short of ruthless in her pursuit of my sobriety. “My mom can be very convincing when she puts her mind to it.” She could also be tough as nails and immovable when she wanted something. Affton snorted and shifted so her chin was resting on her knee instead of her cheek. She looked out over the endless landscape of water and sky, and I shivered even though it wasn’t cold. I lifted a hand to run it through my hair. My unease lived inside of me, crawled all around my bones and under my skin. I wasn’t used to it making its way to the surface because of someone else. There was a lot unsaid between me and this girl. The few words we’d exchanged were powerful, important ones that hung heavy between us. It was so much easier when I looked at her, and she refused to look back. “I don’t think convincing is the word I would use…more like conniving. Either way, she tied my hands, so succeed or fail, you are stuck with me until the end of summer. Let’s get you into the house so you can sleep this bottle off and pray you don’t get popped for a piss test tomorrow.” She grabbed the bottle from where she had plunked the base in the sand and lifted a pale eyebrow at me. “You should have picked something…” she trailed off and gave me a shrug. “Less wussy to enjoy your last binge with. This stuff tastes like toothpaste.” She offered me her free hand, and for a second all I could picture was grabbing it and pulling her under with me, letting the water cover us both and take us somewhere we would both rather be. I didn’t. I took her hand and struggled to my feet. Months of forced sobriety tumbled away under the wash of cinnamon whiskey. I wobbled and almost went back down, but before I could nose dive into the shallow water, Affton was there, arm around my waist, empty bottle pressed into my side, a chilly reminder that I’d already fucked this up and it was only the first day. I had no idea how either one of us was going to survive the summer, and if we did, I had no idea how I was supposed to survive beyond that when I was once again left to my own devious and duplicitous devices.  






    




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Excerpt: Escort by Skye Warren

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"Hypnotically romantic…this book reads like a sensual dream and I didn't want to wake up." - Tessa Bailey, New York Times bestselling author

Escort, a sexy new contemporary romance standalone from New York Times bestselling author Skye Warren is now LIVE!



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There is no shame in pleasure. And no love in business.
I have a blind date tonight, and I know with 100% certainty that I'm getting lucky. There shouldn't be any surprises, not for one as jaded as me, but when I walk into the penthouse suite of L'Etoile, everything changes.
1) For one thing, Bea is heartstoppingly gorgeous. Pale green eyes and endless freckles. Curves I want to spend all night exploring, as if her body was made for me.
2) Her innocence makes me want to use my entire inventory of bedroom tricks on her and then invent a few more.
3) Except that . . . she's a virgin.
I can initiate her into the world of desire without letting her get attached, can't I? A few hours of tutoring, and at the end of the night a small fortune will be deposited into my bank account.
Yes, you read that right. There are many words for what I do. After all, mine is the oldest profession. I'm an escort, which means this date is nothing more than a mutually enjoyable transaction.
But once I realize one night with her won't be enough, I'm the one who's screwed.


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The word seems to take her aback. “Pleasure?” “That’s the nature of my business, yes.” My body tightens, because it would be pleasure indeed to touch this woman. To kiss her. To make her moan for me. Although I might have to rethink that plan, because the word pleasure might as well have been medieval torture based on the way Bea looks at me. “I thought we were going to have sex.” She sounds so forlorn it could break my heart. Instead I laugh, a small huff of breath, because I can’t afford to have a heart. “Sex,” I say, standing to full height, circling the scuffed oriental coffee table, standing behind her chair. “And pleasure. Pleasure and sex. They’re interchangeable.” I brush my knuckles over the side of her neck, a demonstration. Her wild curls tickle my skin. It’s provocative, this. If she had agreed to dinner I would have started with small touches, a glance of my palm against the small of her back as I pulled out her chair, holding her hand while we talked over a glass of wine. Perhaps being so bold as to run a finger along the inside of hers, where it’s more sensitive. She would shiver; her gaze would meet mine. There’s an order to these things. You can move fast or slow, but there’s still an order. “We can skip the pleasure part,” she says, her voice high, her breathing faster. Her chest rises and falls in the black dress, made all the more alluring by how much it covers. She’s a mystery. The black sky in the city. I have to work to see her secrets. “No,” I chide gently. “We focus on the pleasure. That’s the point.” “What if—” Her breath catches as I drop the back of my hand over her collarbone, a reverse caress. That’s what one does for a skittish creature like her. “What if I have a different point?” “And what point would that be, my sweet Bea?” “I want to lose my virginity,” she says, so fast it comes out as a single word. IWANTTOLOSEMYVIRGINITY. It takes my lust-warmed brain a full minute to comprehend. She’s not only nervous, this woman. She’s a virgin. My hand freezes. I yank it away. “Pardon me?” I can’t have heard her correctly. There is no chance in hell that this beautiful young woman, as strange and interesting as she is, is a virgin. No chance in hell that I was the one tasked to be her first. I could not possibly spread her legs and thrust inside her, knowing that no one’s ever been there. It would be a physical impossibility. Never. No possible way. “It doesn’t have to take long,” she says, suddenly earnest. Almost begging me. “I don’t need…you know…whatever you do for other women. I only want the sex.” My God. “You are insane.” A scrunch of her nose. “Well, you don’t have to sound too surprised. It is what I requested when I called. The woman said that’s what you do.” “I’m not taking your virginity.” On some level I might have guessed this about her. If I had considered it even possible, I might have. Virgins don’t hire me. They stammer and giggle and turn away from me, their protective instincts strong enough to send them in the opposite direction. So perhaps I can be forgiven for not recognizing this one, so forthright. Bea frowns. “Is that a different department or something?” She’s mocking me. She’s mocking me for being, well, prudish, and I feel strangely buoyant. I could float away with the absurdity of it. “Yes, it’s a different department. The department of a frat boy who fumbles around in the dark.” “Are you seriously not going to do it?” The irony is enough to flatten me, that this is a woman I might have pursued outside this job. She would have been too young for me, even if I weren’t an escort and she wasn’t my client. That wouldn’t have stopped me from wanting her. But in another incarnation, if I had been one of those fumbling frat boys, I would have followed this woman to the ends of the earth. That’s a hypothetical scenario on multiple levels, but I’m good at hypotheticals, which is another reason I’m good at my job. So good that I please every single client I’ve ever had.



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   Skye Warren is the New York Times bestselling author of dangerous romance such as the Endgame trilogy. Her books have been featured in Jezebel, Buzzfeed, USA Today Happily Ever After, Glamour, and Elle Magazine. She makes her home in Texas with her loving family, sweet dogs, and evil cat.

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