Book Review ~ My Little Secret by Ember Leigh

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I received an ARC of My Little Secret by Ember Leigh to read and review. Ember is a new author to me and I enjoyed reading her writing style. I couldn’t put this book down. Hawk was Sadie’s brothers biggest MMA rival and the star of Sadie’s fantasies for the past year.

“Sadie was new to me, but she felt like coming home” – Hawk

This book was great. Loved this quick little love story between two people who shouldn’t be together. I have found a new author to read. I was disappointed when the book ended, I wanted Sadie and Hawk’s story to continue. A definite 5 star read!

Blog Tour ~ Raise your Game by Cassia Leo

From New York Times bestselling author Cassia Leo comes a sexy, laugh-out-loud romantic comedy of epic proportions. RAISE YOUR GAME is LIVE and available on all platforms!

Title: RAISE YOUR GAME
Author: Cassia Leo
Release: November 12th

About RAISE YOUR GAME

Logan Pierce, New York’s most notorious womanizer, has just offered me a raise and promotion…if I pretend to be his wife.

But neither of us anticipate his brother’s attempts to sabotage our fake marriage.

Now, Logan and I are a team, and it’s game on. This raise is going to cost me.

From New York Times bestselling author Cassia Leo comes a sexy, laugh-out-loud romantic comedy of epic proportions.

Logan Pierce is our new CEO and he needs me as much as I need him.

Logan has thirty days to save Close-Up magazine from bankruptcy. And he needs me to pretend to be his wife at a couples’ retreat, where Logan and I will attempt to snag an exclusive celebrity scoop that will revive our readership. If I can help him save Close-Up, he’ll inherit his father’s publishing empire and I’ll get promoted to editor, with a very healthy raise.

Logan has thirty days to prove to his father that he’s not just a bad boy womanizer. And I have seven days to prove my investigative journalism skills to Logan at a couples’ retreat meant to revive the sex lives of dissatisfied married couples.

This raise is going to cost me.

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CHAPTER 1

LOGAN

 

As I slide into the raven-haired CEO of Brunswick Publishing, I hear another squeak.

“Did you hear that? Do we have mice?” asks the muffled voice of a man, his question immediately followed by another squeak from my closet-companion.

I freeze mid-thrust. “Shh. We have to be quiet,” I remind Helen Brunswick as I press her too-thin-for-my-taste body against the back wall of the coat closet, where we are currently celebrating our new partnership.

Helen just agreed to sell the majority share in her failing publishing company to my father’s cutthroat investment firm, Angel Investments. We aren’t really angel investors, and we’re far from angels. My father, brother, and I are highly skilled in the art of hostile takeovers. Though, my technique is much less hostile.

What can I say? I’m a lover, not a fighter.

Helen giggles softly. “I’ll be quiet as a mouse,” the forty-three-year-old CEO says in a babyish voice.

Quiet as a mouse? Is this woman serious?

I shake my head as I thrust into her again. Squeak. Thrust. Squeak. Thrust. Squeak. Rolling my eyes, I realize I’m going to have to take a different approach with this squeaker toy before someone hears her and finds us in here.

No one can find us in here. I’ve been warned a million times by my father and the ethics committee at Angel Investments that I’m not allowed to use my cock to get women to sign on the dotted line. My father didn’t think it was funny when I mentioned that, unlike my older brother Everett, my dick isn’t pointy enough to sign anything.

Coiling my right arm around Helen’s waist, I pull her flush against my chest and whisper in her ear, “Do you like it rough?”

“Oh, yes,” she moans.

“How about we do a little roleplaying. I’m a dirty—but devastatingly handsome—pirate, and you’re a ripe, beautiful maiden. I’ve come to have my way with you before I pillage your town.”

The scenario wasn’t very far from the truth, but Helen didn’t seem to catch the symbolism.

She lets out a breathy chuckle. “You’re so naughty, Logan. I love it. I’ll be anything and anyone you want. Just don’t stop fucking me.”

I tighten my arm around her waist and gently clasp my other hand over her mouth as I whisper, “Aye, fair maiden. I’ll be taking what I want,” I say in an awful pirate accent, keeping one hand over her mouth as I slide my other hand between her thighs. “And what I want is your sweet, sweet nectar.”

And by nectar, I’m referring to the majority stake in your $322 million publishing company.

I rub her swollen bud as she breathes heavily against the palm of my hand. Then, I thrust into her harder, my eight-inch cock slamming into her cervix. She takes this as a cue to begin acting the part of fair maiden—a little too enthusiastically.

This time she doesn’t squeak. This time she screams. And her scream is so loud and high-pitched, I’ll have tinnitus for a month.

“Shit!” I whisper as I frantically pull out of her and attempt to tuck my throbbing erection into my pants.

“I’m so sorry!” Helen whispers as she bends over to reach for the pink G-string wrapped around her ankles.

But the coat closet in the employee break room at Brunswick Publishing is too small, and she can’t seem to bend over far enough. Every time she tries, she grinds her bare ass against the bulge in my pants.

“Hurry up! I hear voices coming,” I urge.

“I can’t reach my panties. You need to get out first!”

I reach for my zipper and pull it up, but it snags on my shirt tail. “Fuck!” I whisper as I try to unzip it, but it’s stuck.

I try yanking the fabric to rip it out of the zipper, but it won’t budge. Now, I’m not only standing in a closet with the bare-assed CEO, I’m also flushed and sweaty, with a waning erection in my pants.

I quickly button my pants and the top button on my suit jacket, but that’s clearly not enough to cover up the indecency below my waist. The fashion police will have to forgive me this once as I button the second button on my jacket, which works only slightly better to cover up the bulge and the bunny-ear of white fabric sticking out of my zipper.

I don’t hear any more voices outside the closet, so this is probably the right time to sneak out. But as I spin around and open the door, I get tangled in a red wool sweater. I try to pull it off me, but the metal hanger comes off the rod and hooks onto my collar, poking me in the back of the neck.

“Shit!” I whisper, contorting my body so I can reach back and remove the hanger from my collar. “Get it off me!”

“Get what off you? Hurry up!”

Somehow, the stupid sweater will not fall away. It’s sticking to my jacket like static cling. Finally, red-faced and feeling as if I’m about to combust with frustration, I throw open the closet door to escape the demon sweater. Standing in the middle of the employee break room is a group of at least a dozen people, all staring at me as I step out of the closet with a semi.

“That’s one way to come out of the closet,” says a male voice that sounds like it’s coming from the back of the group.

Some of them snicker. Some of the women look crestfallen. A silver-haired man I recognize as the head of acquisitions is staring at me with his mouth agape. One group of three guys near the coffee machine seem to be paying each other—probably making good on a wager of how long it would take me to get into Helen’s panties.

“What are you waiting for?” Helen whispers, clearly still facing the back of the closet. “Hurry up so I can get my underwear on.”

I smile as I softly close the door behind me. “She thought she heard a mouse in there, so I was just trying to help her find it.”

The three guys near the coffee machine chuckle as they continue settling their bets.

Helen emerges from the closet, her raven hair disheveled as she straightens her skirt. “This isn’t what it looks like. Mr. Pierce was merely helping me…reach something up…high…in the… He’s very tall. Very…big.”

An older woman in an ivory pantsuit stares at my crotch and scrunches her nose in disgust. “Have you no shame?”

I cock an eyebrow as I flash the old woman my best seductive smile. “Wanna find out?”

* * *

“To say I’m disappointed with you right now would be an understatement and completely useless,” my father begins as he pours two glasses of bourbon from a crystal decanter in his corner office at Angel Investments. Keeping one drink for himself, he hands the other to my brother Everett. “It is blatantly clear you have no regard for how your actions reflect on the company, and you’ve once again left me with the task of cleaning up your mess.”

“I can fix this,” I say, pouring myself a drink.

“How?” my father demands, unbuttoning his jacket before taking a seat at his desk. “Helen has already been warned by her board of directors that any deal with our name on it will be rejected. And might I remind you, there are a plethora of investors eager to buy them out. Not to mention Ronald just informed me the ethics committee will be reviewing your work on this acquisition.”

Everett takes a seat in the chair across from my father, leaning back with a smug grin on his face. “Yeah, how are you going to fix this, Logan? Going to offer to go down on old Helen this time?”

I chuckle at his barb. “For your information, brother, forty-year-old women are great in bed. They’re just not very easy to bribe.”

Everett rolls his eyes at my reference to the fact that the ethics committee has had to investigate—and cover up—at least four of his acquisitions for suspected bribery.

“All right. That’s quite enough,” my father interrupts, setting his tumbler of bourbon on the desk and expelling a heavy sigh. “You’ve both been caught with your pants down more times than I can count.”

“I’ve never slept with a client,” Everett insists.

“I was speaking metaphorically. I know you’re more like your mother, Everett, about as subtle as a sledgehammer to the head, but do try to keep up.”

I stifle a laugh. “With all due respect, Dad, I hardly think having sex is on par with bribery. One of those is clearly illegal.”

My father narrows his eyes at me. “Some people might think sleeping with someone to get ahead in business is a form of prostitution.”

“And those people have no understanding of the law,” I reply.

My father shakes his head, probably regretting that he forced me to get a law degree. “I’ve given you both more than enough chances to turn away from these unscrupulous tactics. It’s time I do something about it. Something drastic.”

“Cue the ultimatum,” I remark, taking a seat in the chair next to Everett.

My father’s distinguished air of discontent unravels into a devilish grin. “I think you’ll like this ultimatum, son. In fact,” he continues, shooting a glance in Everett’s direction, “I think you’ll both be very pleased. Provided you follow the rules, one of you stands to make spectacular gains.”

Everett cocks an eyebrow. “Could we dispense with the cryptic allusions and discuss this ultimatum you speak of?”

My father chuckles. “Everett, I realize patience was never your strong suit. I understood this the moment you bribed a classmate to be your friend in primary school. You’ve never had the patience to cultivate relationships. You’ve always seen money as the only tool in your box.”

I brace myself as my father turns to me. “Go ahead. Hit me with your best shot.”

“You’re also impatient, Logan,” he continues. “You think your good looks are your key to success. Taking women straight to bed instead of courting them is your only approach. It’s no surprise to me you’re still single at your age.”

I chuckle with disbelief. “I’m twenty-eight. I’m in my prime. There’s nothing wrong with enjoying life before you settle down. If we’re going to talk about singlehood reaching its expiration date, you’ve been divorced for seven years. When are you going to get back in the saddle, old boy?”

My father nods and smiles. “Funny you should mention that. I’ve met someone new, and I’ve decided to retire.”

“What?” Everett blurts out.

“What Everett means is…what the hell, Dad?” I exclaim. “We haven’t even met her and you’re suddenly going to retire just so you can be with her? Are you two engaged? Is it… It is a woman, right?”

My father rolls his eyes. “Prissy is most definitely a woman. And not that it’s any of your business, but, yes, we are engaged. As for you two meeting her, I’ve already scheduled a dinner for noon on Sunday.” He pauses to appreciate our slack-jawed expressions for a moment, then continues. “As for the ultimatum… Now that I’m retiring, I’ll need one of you to take the majority share in the company, as I won’t have much time for board meetings once Prissy and I are traveling.”

Everett laughs, setting his tumbler on the desk and combing his fingers through his dark hair as he leans back in the chair. “I accept. Rest assured the company will be in good hands.”

I roll my eyes. “A little quick on the draw there, Everett. You might want to button the snap on the old bribery holster and let him finish. Besides, Father knows I’m clearly the better brother for the job.”

“Better at what?” Everett bellows.

“Oh, I think we know what you’re better at, Logan. All of New York knows what you’re better at,” my father continues, his nostrils flaring with exasperation. “As I was saying, I just struck a deal with Kensington Publishing. I have your uncle working on their fitness magazine division, but I want you to work on putting together a business revitalization plan for their nature magazine, Open Sky,” he says to Everett. “And you, Logan, will be making a plan for their celebrity gossip magazine, Close-Up.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me. That rag has dumped on me for years, and now I’m supposed to save them from bankruptcy?” I protest, my voice jumping at least two octaves like a child protesting chores.

Close-Up magazine used to be the most popular celebrity gossip rag on the shelf, until some antiquated marketing tactics and bad management failed to deliver them into the digital age. Now they’ve apparently sold out to my father in a last ditch effort to save themselves from bankruptcy. That means it’s our responsibility to do what their upper management should have done years ago and hope it’s not too late.

Our company doesn’t usually buy out another company with the intention of revamping them. Sure, we will usually pitch that as a good possibility. But most of the time, we break up the company, lay off scores of employees to cut costs, and liquidate all assets before moving on.

But trying to save a company is no small feat. And trying to save a celebrity lifestyle magazine like Close-Up… Well, let’s just say this is not my father’s usual modus operandi. This Prissy woman must be making him soft.

“I’m aware both of these companies will present many obstacles for you two. But I’m certain you’ll rise to the challenge. Whoever’s plan has the most positive effect on the bottom line at the end of thirty days will be awarded the majority share in Angel Investments.”

“Thirty days?” Everett exclaims. “Surely, you must be joking. We can’t do this in thirty days.”

My father drains the rest of the bourbon in his glass then leans back in his tufted mahogany leather chair. “I have faith in you both. Just keep your bribes to yourself, Everett. And you,” he says, glaring at me. “Keep your hands to yourself. Don’t let me down.”

* * *

I enter my office and immediately make a call to beckon my assistant Nora. “Close the door,” I say as soon as she arrives.

She shuts the door softly and turns to face me, her auburn hair framing her eager face as she holds her mobile phone behind her back. “What can I help you with, sir?”

Nora is a great assistant. She wears her hair down to hide the custom-fitted Bluetooth earpiece-slash-microphone in her ear. It records every command I give her, so she can replay our conversations in the event she forgets what she was told to do. I don’t want this conversation recorded.

I tap my ear and say, “Give it to me.”

She doesn’t hesitate as she removes the gel earpiece and places it on my desk in front of me.

“And the phone.”

She places her iPhone next to it.

I quickly snatch it up and power off the phone before I begin. “I have a special project for you, but no one can know about this. Do you understand?”

She mimes pulling a zipper across her lips. “My lips are sealed.”

“Good,” I say, motioning to the chair across from me. “Have a seat.”

About Cassia Leo

New York Times bestselling author Cassia Leo loves her coffee, chocolate, and margaritas with salt. When she’s not writing, she spends way too much time re-watching Game of Thrones and Sex and the City. When she’s not binge watching, she’s usually enjoying the Oregon rain with a hot cup of coffee and a book.

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Release Blitz ~ Control by K. Bromberg

“Sometimes love happens unexpectedly…”

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About CONTROL:

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Control is something Desi Whitman abhors. Why live life in black and
white perfection when you can messily color outside the lines?

But when she comes face to face with SWAT officer Reznor Mayne, he’s
about to show her just how good control can feel.

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EXCERPT:

Men are on women.

Women are on women.

Grunts and groans fill the air.

There is cheering from the sidelines as bystanders watch them writhe and buck and try to get the other
off them.

“It’s like a big orgy in here,” I say to the woman standing beside me. I don’t know her, but she’s standing
like we are, back against the gym wall, eyes glued to the men and women fighting for
positioning—moving, bucking, defending—on the mats where they’re lying.

She emits a nervous laugh and looks to me. Prim and proper, she resembles a Stepford wife, and all I can
think is that her ladies’ club decided to do this together and she’s the only one who decided to show up.

At least I’m not the only one nervous about being here. There could be worse things I guess…like
actually needing to use the skills I’m supposed to learn here in Sunnyville Self Defense Class to protect
myself.

A group at the far side of the gym erupts in applause, and I stand on my tiptoes to see a woman standing
with her foot on the instructor’s throat while he’s lying on the mat. His red SSDC T-shirt matches
everyone else standing around trying to look official with a whistle and gym pants on.

“Exactly,” a deep rumble of a voice on the other side of me says.

I glance over and whoa…all my attention shifts from the grunts and groans on the floor to
how I wouldn’t mind grunting and groaning with the man on his cell beside me. Our gazes meet for the
briefest of seconds—chocolate-brown eyes giving me a passing glance and a curt smile before turning
back to whoever is on the phone while watching the action beyond.

Taking my time and trying not to pay attention to HottieMcTotty, I scan the gym. Basic blue gymnastic
mats cover the majority of the hardwood floors, basketball hoops hang from the lofty ceiling but have
been drawn up, and championship banners hang, partially hiding the painted mural of the Sunnyville
High School mascot on the wall at the far end.

But no matter how hard I try to not look back at him, that is where my attention lands. He’s a good six
inches taller than I am, has dark hair, and his body beneath his Under Armour workout shirt hints at how
ridiculously fit he is. His bicep closest to me stretches the fabric and is covered in a dizzying tattooed
array of colors and images I can’t openly look at to decipher. You can only do so much with a
sideways stare.

But his voice. It’s like liquid sex with a rasp and a rumble and a whole earth-shattering orgasm in
between.

Hello to you, Mister A-Little-Rugged-And-Whole-Lot-Sexy.

I listen to him talk. Not stalkerish-like…well, maybe stalkerish-like, but damn if the background of
grunting and groaning only serves to enhance the things my mind is dreaming up.

And then it hits me.

He’s not here as an instructor—no red SSDC shirt on. So that means he’s here as a boyfriend or a
husband and therefore completely off limits.

Damn it.

If he were an instructor, I’d make sure to be in his group so he could grind on me for a bit…and I’m
talking the pelvis kind of grind…if I’m being truthful.

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About K Bromberg:

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.

She’s a mixture of most of her female characters: sassy, intelligent, stubborn, reserved, outgoing, driven,
emotional, strong, and wears her heart on her sleeve. All of which she displays daily with her husband
and three children where they live in Southern California.

On a whim, K. Bromberg decided to try her hand at this writing thing. Since then she has written The
Driven Series (Driven, Fueled, Crashed, Raced, Aced), the standalone Driven Novels (Slow Burn, Sweet
Ache, Hard Beat, and Down Shift), and a novella (UnRaveled).

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Book Review ~ A Friends to lovers secret baby romance duet by Nichole Rodrigues

Nichole Rodrigues is a new writer. Her first two books Always in your corner and Pinky Promise was like a real life love story. Unlike most romance novels, the things that happen in these books could actually happen. Two best friends who fall in love. There’s no crazy elaborate love story that would only ever happen in our fantasies, it’s just two regular people who fall in love and that’s what I loved the most about these stories. I could picture myself as Leila and my husband as Hudson because they fell in love naturally over the years from being best friends first.They didn’t want to date when they were teenagers, afraid they would ruin their friendship but after their ten year high school reunion they slept together for the first time, but Hudson made the decision to just be friends, still afraid to ruin their friendship. Add in an accidental pregnancy 6 weeks later and the two best friends having to co-parent together and you get a beautiful love story.

Nichole is working on her third book, a baseball romcom and I can’t wait to read it! I love sports romance and if the books is anything like these two I’m sure I’ll love it!

 

Book Review ~ Hate Notes by Vi Keeland and Penelope Ward

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Hate Notes by Penelope Ward and Vi Keeland was amazing! I loved this book so much. The characters weren’t an official couple throughout the story which is something different I’ve never read before and it was a great twist. You can’t help but fall in love with Reed and Charlotte. The banter back and forth between the two had me laughing out loud several times. These two acted like an old married couple. They were brought together, unknowing to them, by Reed’s grandmother. You’ll need to read the book to find out more, I don’t want to spoil anything. I can’t wait to read this book again, I will be getting the audio version for sure!

Definite 5 star read! Author’s synopsis below

It all started with a mysterious blue note sewn into a wedding dress.

Something blue.

I’d gone to sell my own unworn bridal gown at a vintage clothing store. That’s when I found another bride’s “something old.”

Stitched into the lining of a fabulously feathered design was the loveliest message I’d ever read: Thank you for making all of my dreams come true.

The name embossed on the blue stationery: Reed Eastwood, obviously the most romantic man who ever lived. I also discovered he’s the most gorgeous. If only my true-love fantasies had stopped there. Because I’ve since found out something else about Mr. Starry-Eyed.

He’s arrogant, cynical, and demanding. I should know. Thanks to a twist of fate, he’s my new boss. But that’s not going to stop me from discovering the story behind his last love letter. A love letter that did not result in a happily ever after.

But that story is nothing compared to the one unfolding between us. It’s getting hotter, sweeter, and more surprising than anything I could have imagined.

Something new.

But I have no idea how this one is going to end

Cover Reveal ~ Memories of Us by Kennedy L. Mitchell

We are so excited to be revealing the cover for MEMORIES OF US, a brand new standalone second chance romance by Kennedy L. Mitchell. Be sure to pre-order your copy today and mark your calendars for December 10th!

 

About MEMORIES OF US

BRENTON
I’m a desperate man.
The memories I’ve lost now threaten my future.
After years spent escaping my family’s high society drama I’m back in town to fix my past.
Only one person can help: The gorgeous and headstrong Rebeka Harding who hates me for something I can’t remember.
I’ll do anything including striking a unique deal with the one woman I want but can’t touch.
She agrees with one condition – just friends, no benefits.
We’ll see how long that lasts.

REBEKA
For thirteen years, I’ve resented Brenton Graves for deserting me.
I’ve tried to move on, refusing to think about what might have been.
Now he’s back in town, seeking redemption and looking as sexy as ever.
When he asks for my help, I know better than to accept.
But I will. Because no matter how much I want to hate Brenton, I don’t.
Five days to help him remember and for me to finally get closure.
It’s what I need, but his touch is what I crave.

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About KENNEDY L. MITCHELL

Kennedy lives in Dallas with her husband, son, and 80lb Goldendoodle who still believes he’s a lap dog. A bookworm at heart, Kennedy loves to snuggle up in bed or by the campfire with an unputdownable book. She began writing two years ago with Falling for the Chance and has no plans of stopping. Her novels are witty, action-packed, and offer enough steam for a great facial. If you like strong heroines and sexy, tattooed men who can’t keep their hands off them, then this author is the one for you.

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Review ~ Beneath His Stars

Beneath His Stars FOR WEBI received an ARC for Under his stars and I enjoyed the book, it was a slow start to the book but it was good enough to stick it out and I’m glad I did. You learn so much about Adam and his family in the final chapter of the cliffhanger.

Under his stars is about a teenage love. A boy from the poor part of town, a girl from the rich part of town and how despite their differences they fall in love and are separated because of their differences in class. It’s a 2 book series and the ending of book 1 just rips you apart and guts you.

You can’t help but be upset with the way he and Liv were treated and I hope people aren’t treated like this in real life but based on how things are in today’s society I wouldn’t be surprised to find out there’s a lot of truth to the circumstances behind the story.

I look forward to reading book 2, In her Space, it releases 2 weeks later on November 15th! I hope Liv and Adam can get past all the obstacles that they face and live happily ever after.

Review ~ Close by Laurelin Paige

42267002I loved Close by Laurelin Paige. It was the perfect story; steamy sex, love story you wanted to see have a happy ending and a couple your rooting for to make it. Watching Nat and Nick’s love blossom from just sex to more was amazing. You keep waiting for the inevitable “breakup” and just when you think it’s going to happen it doesn’t.

I became addicted to wanting to read this story after getting a sneak peak of the first 2 chapters from Laurelin’s newsletter. The tease that Laurelin is, we had to wait a week for the rest of the book. I’ve taken my time reading this book to savor the story. It helps pass the time at the gym quickly but leaves you wanting to read more. It was very easy to get caught up in the story and took every bit of willpower to not sit and binge read the book.

This is a standalone romance that’s part of a 3 book series and all books are written by different authors which I haven’t seen done before. The ending was amazing and finished the book perfectly.

Review ~ Wicked Wedding by Sawyer Bennett

WickedWeddingCoverBWI’ve read other Sawyer Bennett books and even have a few from her hockey series unread but after participating in the blog tour for this book and reading the synopsis I had to one click this book. It’s been on my kindle since release day but needing to finish an ARC I had to wait to start reading. I dove in yesterday morning and couldn’t put the book down. I was so desperate to read it that I read it off my phone at the gym this morning, it helped pass those 30 minutes on the treadmill quickly.

Andrew and Brynne are perfect. They met after Brynne ran out on her wedding after finding out her fiance and best friend had a threesome the night before her wedding. After knowing each other for a matter of hours they decided to get fake married. Their night together has left an impression on both of them and they decided to date long distance.

I loved this book. It kept me engaged and wanting to keep reading. It was impossible to put down and has left a permanent impression in my mind. I keep coming back to this amazing couple in my mind and can’t stop thinking about this book. I’m in a huge book hangover right now with no desire to start a new book. Absolutely recommend this book. 5 star read!

Read the synopsis here https://sweetheartreads.com/2018/09/27/blog-tour-wicked-wedding-by-sawyer-bennett

Review ~ Faking it by K. Bromberg

39725372This is only the second audio book I’ve listened to before reading the book first. I prefer to sit and read a book rather than listen to it. I find I concentrate better on what’s happening and am less likely to miss something. Faking it was releasing in audio first and I love all of Kristy’s books and couldn’t wait until January to read this one so I preordered the audio book and I’m so glad I did. Harlow and Zane are my new favourite K. Bromberg couple.

Zane is an arrogant playboy who can get any girl he wants. Women do just about anything to get his attention and often use him for his connections. Because of the relationship his parents have, Zane doesn’t believe in love. Harlow has dated her share of men who are only interested in sex, not the possibility of a happily ever after together. Her mother is a hopeless romantic, despite the fact her husband walked out on her and her daughter. Harlow wants to find her soulmate and have that happily ever after most women dream about. The two are thrown together and have to spend 24/7 together and pretend to be a couple in love.

I absolutely loved this audiobook. The narrators, Rupert Channing and Erin Mallon, were perfect for the story. Although I still prefer to read a book before listening to it, this audiobook has given me the confidence to continue to one click or preorder audio first books from my favourite authors.

Bromberg’s books get better and better. She never disappoints, always dragging you into the story making you forget everything thing else. I started this Audiobook on the way to work 2 mornings ago, fully intending to stop once I got to wok and continue on the drive home. I was 5 or 6 chapters in and was hooked already and listened to it while I could at work, having to pause in places so I could concentrate on my work and not miss anything from the book.

A definite must read (listen!)