Friday, 7 May 2021

The Hate of Loving You - Maya Hughes

 



Six years ago, in the dead of night, I woke up to a cold bed and an even colder future without her.


I would’ve followed her anywhere and she left.

I thought I’d moved on and left all she meant to me behind. But a first love is never easy to forget. Even harder when I once felt our love is inevitable--inescapable. And I’ve been proven right once again.

One night brings us back together and derails our lives. We’re sent on a collision course with a future apart and even scarier--a future together. I’m back basking in the warm glow of her gaze and burning with the unquenchable fire of her touch.

We’ve walked this path before and our shattered hearts have been pieced back together. As easy as it would be to run again, I can’t stop wanting her.

This is our final chance to have what we’ve always wanted--each other. Or it’ll be our ruin.

The final book in the Fulton U universe sports romance, Falling trilogy.
 
 
 
 
 



 
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“Da—Keyton!” My shout was drowned out by the kinetic drumming from Austin. 
“Bay!” Holden rushed after me. 
Going up on my toes in the heels like I had for the Chanel ad a few months ago, I sprinted after him. “Keyton!” His head tilted like he heard me, but he didn’t stop or turn around. 
Heads turned in my direction and I was lucky someone didn’t tackle me to the ground for making so much noise. 
Someone held back a black curtain for them. 
My heart raced, pinging against my ribs. “Keyton!” 
He stopped and turned. The people around him doing the same with questioning gazes. 
I skidded to a stop in front of him, wobbling. 
He made no move to stop me from face planting.
Staring at him, my mouth felt dried out like week-old contacts. It would’ve been good if I’d come up with something to say before right this second. Shit.
 
 
 

The Hate of Loving You is the third and final title in the Falling trilogy featuring Keyton and Bay.  The essence of this title is following your dreams, and not giving up on love. 

Bay and Keyton’s journey is emotional and angsty.  This pair are complicated characters with a problematic past that always seems to get in the way of them finding a happy ever after.   I loved seeing the evolution and development of this duo from teens through to adults.  Their commitment to each other is inspiring, despite the hurts that they have endured along the way.

If you’re familiar with Maya Hughes’ work, you will notice some familiar faces making cameo appearances throughout this title, which I’ve got to say was a highlight for me.  

Overall, what a wonderful way to end the trilogy and my favorite title featuring this pair.  I look forward to seeing what comes next. 


 
 
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Thursday, 6 May 2021

Risk It All - ML Nystrom

 



 

A woman with a painful past, a player who revels in being a bachelor, and an unlikely agreement that will turn their worlds upside down. Join bestselling author ML Nystrom in the Dragon Runners MC spin-off following the much-loved MacAteer Brothers.

 

Sometimes you gotta risk it all to get what you want.

 

Loveable rogue Patrick MacAteer works hard and plays harder. He lives for a good time, uncomplicated women, and being the center of the party, and he’s determined to not change that one bit. From the moment he walks into Gallagher’s Pub, his plan falters. There's a pull and a connection there he finds hard to resist.

 

Pub owner Sloane is the driving force behind her bar. She makes drinks nightly, slinging both booze and her sassiness for her customers, but underneath, she’s hanging on by fraying threads. As soon as Patrick enters with his easy banter and his incorrigible personality, Sloan finds herself unraveling.

 

Can she trust him and his nonchalant lifestyle?  Can he find the depth to be capable of love?  Can both of them take a chance and risk it all?

 


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 Risk It All is the fourth title in the MacAteer Brothers series, an opposites attract romance featuring Patrick and Sloane.

Patrick MacAteer is a real character.  Whilst he’s charming, charismatic, cocky, flirtatious, confident and a real ladies’ man, there’s more to him than meets the eye and he’s also incredibly kind, caring compassionate and big hearted.

Sloane owns and manages an Irish pub with her brother.  She’s reserved, careful and cautious and can appear to be a bit unapproachable, but underneath her tough exterior is a tender heart.  She’s been burned in the past and struggles to trust the motivations of others.

Risk it all is a fast paced and quick read that whilst it can be read as a standalone, the other MacAteer brothers feature throughout this title, and I look forward to Angus finding his happy ever after in the final addition to the series. 


 


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Wednesday, 5 May 2021

Reel - Kennedy Ryan



Reel, Kennedy Ryan’s new breathtaking standalone romance set in the glamorous world of film and theater, is coming June 8th, and we have the beautiful cover and your first look!

 

 


Award-Winning Wall Street Journal Bestselling author Kennedy Ryan launches a brand new series with a Hollywood tale of wild ambition, artistic obsession, and unrelenting love.

 

One moment in the spotlight.

 

For months I stood by, an understudy waiting in the wings, preparing for my time to shine.

I never imagined he would watch in the audience that night.

Canon Holt.

Famous film director.

Fascinating. Talented. Fine.

Before I could catch my breath, everything changed.

I went from backstage Broadway to center stage Hollywood.

From being unknown, to my name, Neevah Saint, on everyone’s lips.

Canon casts me in a star-studded Harlem Renaissance biopic, catapulting me into another stratosphere.

 

But stars shine brightest in the dead of night.

Forbidden attraction, scandal and circumstances  beyond my control jeopardize my dream.

Could this one shot—the role of a lifetime, the love of a lifetime—cost me everything?

 

 


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When the show reaches its climax, at the very end, the song pries the final note from my diaphragm, pulls it from my throat and suspends it—leaves it throbbing in the air. The theater goes quiet for the space of a breath held by 800 people and then explodes.

Applause.

The relief is knee-weakening. I literally have to grab John, the lead actor's arm for support. He doesn’t miss a beat, pulling me into his side and squeezing.

“Bravo,” he whispers, a broad, genuine smile spread across his face. The last song made me cry, and my face, still wet from those tears, splits into a wide, disbelieving grin.

I did it. I survived my first Broadway performance.

The lights drop and we rush backstage, a cacophony of laughter and chatter filling the hidden passageways. When the curtain call begins, the cast return to the stage in small waves, the applause building as the principals take their bows.

And then it’s my turn. On legs still shaky, I leave the safety of the wings, the long skirt of my costume belling out around me. I take center stage. The applause crescendos, approval vibrating through my bones and jolting my soul. Someone thrusts flowers into my arms and the sweet smell wafts around me. Every sense, every molecule of my being strains, opens, stretches to absorb this small slice of triumph. I can’t breathe deeply enough. The air comes in shallow sips, and I’m dizzy. The world spins like a top, a kaleidoscope of colors and light and sound that threatens to overwhelm me. The whirl of it makes me giddy, and I laugh. Eyes welling with tears, I laugh.

These are the moments a lifetime in the making. We toil in the shadows of our dreams. In the alleys of preparation and hard work where it’s dark and nothing’s promised. For years, we cling by a thread of hope and imagination, dedicating our lives to a pursuit with no guarantees.

But tonight, if only for tonight, it’s all worth it.

I’m still floating when Takira bursts into the dressing room.

“Neevah!” she screams, throwing her arms around me and rocking me back and forth. “You did it. You chewed that performance up and spat it out. You hear me?”

I laugh and return her squeeze, new tears trailing down my cheeks.

“Thank you.” I pull back to peer into my friend’s face. “I can’t believe it.”

“Well, believe it. You served notice.” She snaps her fingers and grins. “Neevah Saint is here.”

“Now to do it seven more times.” I laugh and start taking pins from the wig, which is as hot as a herd of sheep on my head.

“Oh, you got it, unless Elise hears how amazing you were and cuts her vacation short.”

“Not happening. She was ready for a break, but she’d never missed a show.”

I strip off the costume and stand in only panties, unselfconscious. Modesty is one of the first things to go in this business. I’ve undressed hurriedly in a roomful of actors and dancers in smaller shows where there was a dressing room, so we get real communal real fast.

I tug on skinny jeans with a tight-fitting orange sweater, and layer it with a brown leather jacket, scarf, boots. I wipe away the heavy stage makeup. It feels like my skin can breathe for the first time in hours. I assume there will be some fans at the stage door, even if it’s just a few. They’ll have to get the real Neevah because I don’t want anything more than a slick of lip gloss and a bit of mascara. A brown, orange and green plaid newsboy cap covering the neat cornrows I wore under my wig is all I’m doing for hair. Slim oversized gold hoops in my ears finish the look.

“Ready?” I ask Takira, hefting a slouchy bag on my shoulder.

“Let’s do this. Hopefully your adoring fans won’t take all night, ’cause your girl is starving.”

We’re still laughing, and I’m so preoccupied with my empty stomach, I’m completely unprepared for the crowd at the stage door. Are they here for John? For some principal player because surely they’re not all here for the understudy.

“Neevah!” a young girl, maybe ten or eleven, calls. “Can you sign this?”

She thrusts a pen and a Splendor playbill toward me. She glows, her smooth brown cheeks rounded with a wide grin. Her eyes shine with . . . pride?

“Oh, sure,” I mumble dazedly, taking the pen and signing my name.

She’s the first in a long line of girls, all shapes and colors and ages, saying what it meant to see me onstage. Mothers whispering how impactful it was for their Black and brown daughters to be in the audience tonight. The impact is on me; what could feel like a weight or burden or responsibility feels like a warm embrace. Feels like strong arms encircling me. Supporting me. The first time I saw someone who looked like me onstage, it planted a seed inside of me. It whispered a dream.

That could be you.

It makes me emotional to think I might have done that for any of these girls tonight, and I spend the next twenty minutes scribbling my name on playbills through a film of tears.

“Neevah!” a deep male voice calls from the back of the now-thinning crowd.

I squint at the tall man, frowning until I place him.

“Wright!” I take a few steps and he meets me halfway, giving me a tight hug. “Oh, my God. You were here tonight?”

“Was I here?” When he pulls back, a warm smile creases his handsome face. “You blew it out of the water. I knew you were good, but damn.”

Laughter spills out of me and I don’t think this night could get more perfect. I randomly met Wright Bellamy a few weeks back at a gig when he subbed for the pianist, giving the audience more than they bargained for with such a famous musician tickling the ivories that night.

“Thank you.” I step away and shove my hands into the pockets of my jeans, huddling in the leather jacket against the chill of an October night. “I was nervous as hell.”

“Didn’t show. Your voice is spectacular. I knew that from the gig we did, but I had no idea you were that good. Wow. Glad I saw your post on Instagram or I would’ve missed it.”

I’m stone-still, shocked that he came tonight specifically to see me perform. “I’m so glad you made it. You’re still in LA, right?”

“Yeah, but I’m here for some stuff. Heading back home in a few days.”

Takira walks up, linking her arm through mine. “Girl, if we don’t get some food,” she whispers.

“Oh, yeah. Sorry.” I turn back to Wright. “Takira, this is Wright Bellamy. Wright, my friend Takira.”

“Nice to meet you,” Takira says. “You got any food on you? I’m about to eat your hat.”

As usual, Takira never meets a stranger and has us laughing right away.

“We’re actually headed to Glass House Tavern,” I tell Wright. “Come if you want. It’s a group of us from the show. Just some of the cast celebrating, but you’re welcome. We can catch up.”

A small frown dents between his thick brows and he glances over his shoulder.

“I mean, no pressure obviously,” I rush to assure him. This is one of the biggest names in music, and here I go, inviting him to dinner with a group of strangers.

“No, it sounds cool,” he says, looking back to us. “Lemme check with my boy. Can he come?”

I glance over his shoulder and spot a tall man turned away from us, his broad shoulders and back straining a wool blazer, a hoodie pulled up to cover his head and face in the cold. His hands burrow into the pockets of his blazer and he’s nodding like he’s talking to himself.

“He’s on the phone,” Wright explains. “But lemme see if he wants to roll.”

He steps away toward the man and Takira immediately squeezes my hand and squeals.

“Neeve.” Her eyes are wide and bright. Mouth dropped open. “That’s Wright Bellamy.”

“I know. He’s cool as a fan.”

“You know him? How—”

“We’re in,” Wright says, stepping back up beside us. “He’s finishing a call, but we’re ready. Lead the way.”

It’s just a few blocks, and the three of us chat about the show and what Wright’s been doing in New York. All the while his friend’s deep voice rumbles a few paces behind. I don’t want to be rude or nosy and look back, but the rich timbre, his towering height, his face obscured by the hoodie—I’m intrigued. He hangs back on the sidewalk, still on his call, when we enter the restaurant.

Our friends already have a table and a shout goes up, congratulating me on popping my White Way cherry. My three understudy buddies came. John’s here, too, and one other principal. A few from the stage crew. Our little troupe has become a family and, as if eight shows a week isn’t enough time together, we gather and eat every chance we get.

“You’re not paying tonight,” John says, holding out the seat beside him. “And drinks are on me.”

“Awwww.” I plop into the chair and drop my bag to the floor. “You’re so sweet. You don’t have to do that.”

“You were fantastic,” John says, baby blue eyes sincere and smiling. “Let’s do it again tomorrow.”

Takira is already sitting beside me, so Wright takes the seat next to her.

“Hey,” he says to Janie across the table. “Could you hold that seat beside you for my friend? He’s wrapping up a call, but’ll be in soon.”

“Sure.” Janie blushes. “I love your work, by the way. The score of Silent Midnight . . . gah.”

“Thank you. That was a special project. Lots of fun,” Wright replies with a smile. “Now tell me about the show.”

Wright’s a genius, but he’s so unassuming and modest. A man as famous as he is could easily make this conversation about him, let everyone at this table give his ego a real nice hand job, but he doesn’t. He talks about our show, compliments the performance, asks John about his process. I liked him when we did that last-minute gig, and we’ve interacted some on social media since. My impression of him holds up. He’s a good guy.

Not to state the obvious, but also fine. Like fine fine.

He has this Boris Kodjoe vibe. Real smooth. Kind of golden–brown. Clean-cut, close-cut. I can objectively recognize his appeal, even though he’s not my type.

Not that I have a type lately. I’m so deep in this dick drought I’m past the point of thirst.

At first I thought it was merely the grind. Auditioning constantly, taking craft classes, doing commercials and voiceover work to not just keep bills paid, but to save. This business is feast or famine. I’m eating now, but I’ve been hungry before. Not again. I’m thirty. Too old to still be living gig to gig and buying into that starving artist thing. I need health insurance and regularly scheduled meals, thank you very much. So yeah, the grind could account for my semi-disinterested libido, but I suspect it’s more.

Maybe I’m disinterested.

I need a man who doesn’t think that because he has a dick and I don’t that I should defer to him—shrink my dreams down to a more manageable size. I’m cautious not only about who I share my heart and body with, but I’m also protective of my dreams; of my ambition. I won’t endanger my future for a man who can fuck. Though . . . a man who can fuck? I wouldn’t turn it down, but it will take more than that to pique my interest.

“What are you getting?” Takira asks, leaning over to read my menu instead of hers. “Anything here meet your high standards?”

My standards aren’t that high. I’ve just cut out red meat and stopped drinking as much alcohol. My health demands it.

“I’m thinking about the salmon, but I—”

A chair scraping across the floor catches my attention. Wright’s friend has finally come inside to join us. The table shrinks immediately when he settles his imposing frame into the seat beside Janie. He peels the hood away from his head and I bite off a gasp.

It’s Canon Holt.

Like the Canon Holt.

The director I, and probably every actress at this table and in this dining room, would sacrifice a pinky toe to work with. Canon Holt is at my table sitting across from me.

Takira’s expression doesn’t register this massive earthquake of a revelation, but she kicks me under the table and hisses from the corner of her mouth. “Did you know?”

I pretend I need to reach for something on the floor so I can whisper back, “Do you think I would have kept my shit together this long if I knew?”

“True. True.” Takira casually glances up from her menu and smiles in Canon’s general direction, but he’s not looking at her. He’s studying his screen. He’s apparently in an exclusive relationship with his phone, and no one at this table tempts him to stray.

Which means I can look at him.

Good. God.

He’s not that handsome, but that’s irrelevant. Some might even call his features, examined on their own, unremarkable.

They’d be wrong.

It’s a Maker’s sleight of hand. Now God knew this man did not need lashes that long and thick, a paradox against the hard, high slant of his cheekbones. Canon hasn’t looked twice at anyone here as far as I can tell, but I’ve stolen enough glances to know there’s a fathomlessness to his dark eyes that is arresting. His unsmiling mouth is wide, the lips full in the blunt elegance of his face. A five o’clock shadow licks the ridge of his jawline. There is a geometry to him—angles, lines, edges—that disregards the individual parts and illuminates the compelling sum.

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Tuesday, 4 May 2021

The Insiders - Tijan

 




The Insiders, an all-new not-to-be-missed, intense and emotional romance from New York Times bestselling author Tijan, is available now!

 

Bailey is as normal as could be, with a genius IQ and a photographic memory. But still, normal for her. Then, things happen -- a guy breaks into her house in the middle of the night to take her hostage. She learns her father is billionaire tech genius Peter Francis, the same guy she’s idolized all her life. She finds all this out when she meets dark, mysterious, and electrifying Kashton Colello. He’s also an associate of her father’s, and he gives Bailey two choices—go with him and meet her father or survive on her own because those kidnappers are going to try again. 

 

It’s a no-brainer.

 

After this, three things become clear for Bailey:

 

1.   She has to live at her father’s sprawling estate, complete with bodyguards and the best security that money can buy.

 

2.   She’s no longer an only child. She has three siblings and has no idea what to do with them and vice versa.

 

3.   She is being guarded by Kash himself. Personally guarded. And there is a lot of guarding going on there and some of it is going to drive her crazy.

 

A complete outsider in a world of wealth and decadence, Bailey has to find her way within a family that has more secrets than she could have imagined. One of these secrets could be deadly…

 

 

 


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I went into this title not knowing that it was the first title in a trilogy, but I was completely captivated and enthralled by the unique story line.  The plot is complex, and the characters are intriguing and layered with twists and turns aplenty.  With a plot full of secrets, lies, betrayal, suspense and intrigue I didn’t want to put this title down.

Whilst Tijan’s books can be angsty this one has more of an air of mystery that I would recommend to readers who enjoy young adult romance or the romantic suspense genre.

Bailey is an interesting heroine, incredibly intelligent and a talented hacker who is pulled into a world she doesn’t recognize and not knowing who to trust.

Kashton ‘Kash’ is Bailey’s protector who is mysterious, enigmatic, and charismatic alpha.

The chemistry between this pair is undeniable, and whilst I don’t want to say too much regarding the plot, I will be eagerly awaiting the next addition to the trilogy and look forward to seeing what happens next.


Monday, 3 May 2021

Good on Paper - Everly Ashton

 




My new co-worker… not a fan.

 

Well, I do like the way he looks, the way he moves, and the way his forearms flex when he rolls the sleeves of his dress shirt up. But I hate how much pleasure he takes when he makes fun of me for using a matchmaker.

 

I’ve always gone after what I want. Why should love be any different?

 

After I find a letter in my apartment that foretells me falling for someone, our banter turns into kissing which turns into more and soon, we find ourselves hiding our work affair from our boss and co-workers.

 

What could be worse than having to pretend you don’t love the man you pass multiple times in the hallway every day? Finding out you’re competing with him for the promotion you’ve both wanted your entire careers and knowing that neither one of you will back down.

 

Good on Paper is an enemies to lovers, co-worker romance with storage room sexy times and lots of laughs. No cheating. HEA. Buy now or borrow through Kindle Unlimited.



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Good on Paper is the third and final title in the Love in Apartment 3B series, featuring Marlowe and Isaac.  Their romance is an enemies to lovers, office romance.

Marlowe is a romantic at heart who is desperate to find her happy ever after, especially after her two best friends have found love.  Isaac and Marlowe have more in common than they’d like.  Both are hardworking, competitive, driven and determined.  Their banter is witty, fun, flirtatious, and quite often antagonistic and the sexual tension between this pair oozes from the page.

Overall an engaging and entertaining read and I look forward to reading more of Everly Ashton’s work in the future.


Edge of Fear - Freya Barker




 Ink and sawdust meets brisket and moxie

 

I’m a tattooed casualty.

A charmer, a fraud, a skeptic, and a carpenter.

 

My name is Tse.

I’m cocky enough to believe my own lies, but too oblivious to see the truth is already out there.

 

I’m a cautious perfectionist.

A sister, a scrapper, a dreamer, and a workhorse.

 

My name is Sophia.

I’m capable enough to plan ahead, yet too powerless to avoid getting blindsided.

 

We’re complete opposites—one who plays it safe, the other a thrill-seeker—but when old sins resurface bringing violence to the present, our path forward becomes clear.




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Edge of Fear is the fourth title in the Arrows Edge series featuring Tse and Sophia, who both had cameo appearances in the previous title.

Tse is a member of the Arrows Edge MC, and a charming, protective alpha who has a reputation as a ladies’ man. He has his fair share of secrets from his painful past but doesn’t let his past stop him from being kind, caring and compassionate.

Sophia is independent and loyal, she’s a survivor, who thrives on being in control. She’s a recent transplant to Durango and is looking to start over, and not really on the lookout for a relationship.

The chemistry between this pair is undeniable.  It’s a well written and engaging title with
equal parts drama, suspense and danger, with twists and turns aplenty.

I look forward to the next addition to the Arrows Edge MC.



Arrows Edge MC series