Monday, September 30, 2019

Review-Heartfelt Lies (A Healing Love Novel Book 1) by Alexandra Christopher


Publisher: Self-pub
Published: September 12, 2019
Genre: Romance
Source: E-book
Rating:3.5 stars


Blurb:
Ella Jones is no stranger to lies. After spending most of her childhood caring for her unstable mother, she’s learned to simply do as she’s told and keep to herself. When tragedy strikes, an intricate web of deceit spanning years begins to reveal itself, changing her life forever.

She starts over in a new town and seems to find happiness like she’s never known before. But deceit is never far from Ella and when she realizes just how tangled her life has become, she just might lose the joy she’s fought so hard to gain.

Kohl Kingsley spends his days diligently working at his family’s construction business and his nights playing hard with the crew he grew up with. When he meets the new girl, who moved to his small town, an instant attraction draws him straight to Ella. Closed off and mysterious, she becomes the person Kohl cares about the most and he’ll do anything to keep her.

His protective instincts want to shield her gentle heart, so when Kohl realizes the fateful way their pasts have crossed, he keeps a secret knowing it would tear her apart.

Kohl will fight for his new love, but a lie of omission is still a lie and Ella has to learn to forgive herself before she can ever forgive him.

This is part of the Healing Love series but can be read as a standalone. Each novel in the series will feature a new couple.

Review:
Debut author? Well, color me impressed! Heartfelt Lies was well written and deeply engaging. If I had to pick one word to describe it, it would be emotional. Because it evoked a lot of emotion from me—sometimes I felt sad, happy, and annoyed. Very well rounded, as you can see.

Let’s start with the good. The story was one that I felt really brought out the love and connection that two characters can have upon meeting each other. I liked that Ella was a strong and independent woman. You sometimes get books where authors claim the heroine is a badass... and she’s just not. Ella, I’m happy to admit, was great! Kohl is dreamy, kind, and an all around good guy. Next book boyfriend for sure!

With that being said, I’m going to contradict myself for a second. I wasn’t a fan of the insta-love aspect of the book. I never have been. Of course there are exceptions to that rule. I’ve liked—even loved—some stories that dealt with characters seemingly falling in love at first sight. This book isn’t exactly love at first sight but they have an instant connection that I didn’t feel was genuine. It takes a lot for me to be on board with that kind of connection in a romance and I just wasn’t sold on it here.

Of course, I’m gonna contradict myself again and say that I was able to overlook everything once I could fully connect to the two characters. The love they had was real, raw, and true. By the end, I truly believed that their love one of light and goodness. And all the yummy and sexy things in between!

Overall, this is for the readers who dare to dream and aren’t afraid of going after what they want. Maybe you’ll see a part of yourselves in Ella—who is as badass as they come. Or even better, you’ll find a Kohl all for you own!

*Thank you to the author for providing a free copy for an honest and unbiased review. All thoughts and opinions are completely subjective but are my own.

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About Alexandra Christopher:
Alexandra Christopher has been an avid reader of romance for years. With countless stories residing in her head, she decided to try her hand at writing.

Alexandra lives in a small southern town. She's the proud mother of two beautiful children and is married to the love of her life.

She's a lover of football, Sephora, and all things chocolate. When she's not playing in the yard with her son, or watching her daughter cheer, you'll find her snuggled on the couch with her nose in a book .


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Wednesday, September 25, 2019

Blog Tour Review— When the Marquess Was Mine (The Wagers of Sin #3) by Caroline Linden





When the was Mine by Caroline Linden
On Sale: September 24, 2019
ISBN: 9780062913593
E-ISBN: 9780062913609
Digital Audio ISBN: 9780062963123


Cover Copy:
In the game of love…

Georgiana Lucas despises the arrogant and cruel Marquess of Westmorland even before learning that he’s won the deed to her friend Kitty’s home in a card game. Still, Georgiana assures Kitty the marquess wouldn’t possibly come all the way to Derbyshire to throw them out—until he shows up, bloody and unconscious. Fearing that Kitty would rather see him die, Georgiana blurts out that he’s her fiancรฉ. She’ll nurse the hateful man back to health and make him vow to leave and never return. The man who wakes up, though, is nothing like the heartless rogue Georgiana thought she knew…

You have to risk it all

He wakes up with no memory of being assaulted—or of who he is. The bewitching beauty tending him so devotedly calls him Rob and claims she’s his fiancรฉe even as she avoids his touch. Though he can’t remember how he won her hand, he’s now determined to win her heart. But as his memory returns and the truth is revealed, Rob must decide if the game is up—or if he’ll take a chance on a love that defies all odds.

Review:
What I truly loved about this story was that we were able to see two unlikely characters fall in love. Sure, there's a bit (or a lot of) deception going on. I'm still debating on whether or not Georgiana was foolish or smart when she first made the call to have Rob become somebody totally different. On one hand, I can see the predicament she's in, and I root for the fast but impromptu decision she had to make. Then on the other, I'm left with all kinds of anxiety because what was supposed to be a small lie, ends up becoming something so much bigger than it needed to be.

Lord Westmorland is a jerk. Plain and simple; he's not a very pleasant man. It's through he debauchery that he happens to "win" a deed of a house from playing cards. That's where Georgiana comes in. It's her close friend, Kitty (and the wife of the man who lost the deed), and Kitty's husband, Sir Charles Winston's house that has been put up for grabs. It's completely his fault by the way. Anyways, having been in contact with Lord Jerk and all his unpleasantness, Georgiana wastes no time in telling everyone what a horrible man Rob is.

They all decided that there would be no way in hell that he was going to be taking the house from anyone. Everything changes when Georgiana stumbles upon a man being robbed (no pun intended). Had she known it was the man she hates, maybe things would have had a different outcome. Because as soon as she realizes who the man who was beaten to nearly death is in fact Westmorland, she doesn't think. She goes and tells Kitty that it's her fiance, Lord Sterling.

That's when everything really starts getting good. I enjoyed seeing the lovely banter between Rob and Georgiana. I couldn't wait for the ball to drop and see how our lovely female lead would work her way out of such a gastly (but entertaining) lie. It's books such as these that give me breathe and remind me why I have such a love affair for all things romance. I can't get enough. I look forward to more books from Linden.

*Thank you to the publisher for providing a free copy in exchange for an honest and unbiased review. All thoughts and opinions are my own.

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 About the Author:

Caroline Linden was born a reader, not a writer. She earned a degree in mathematics from Harvard University and worked as a programmer in the financial services industry before realizing writing fiction is much more exciting than writing code. Her books have won the NEC-RWA Readers' Choice Award, the JNRW Golden Leaf, the Daphne du Maurier Award, and RWA's RITA Award, and have been translated into seventeen languages around the world. She lives in New England.

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Excerpt:
Chapter One
1819

It was to be a bacchanal for the ages.
As Heathercote remarked, a man only turned twenty-nine once. Marlow pointed out that a man also only turned twenty-eight, or thirty, once as well, but they were well used to ignoring Marlow’s odd points of reason, and this one was promptly forgotten.
Heathercote planned the entire affair, inviting the most dashing, daring rogues and scoundrels in London. He declared it to be the invitation of the month, and that he’d turned away several fellows for lacking wit, style, or both. “You mean they aren’t up to your standard of mayhem,” said Westmorland, whose birthday it was, to which Heathercote mimed tipping his hat in acknowledgment.
After a raucous dinner at White’s, they decamped for the theater. The production was well under way when they invaded the pit in search of amusement. By the time the show ended, they had drunk a great deal of brandy, thrown oranges at the stage, and lost Clifton to the company of a prostitute.
Everyone’s memories ran a bit ragged after that, with vague recollections of singing in the streets and Marlow casting up his accounts somewhere in Westminster, but eventually they settled at the Vega Club. It was so late, the manager tried to dissuade them from play. Mr. Forbes knew every one of them could wager for hours, and the Vega Club closed its doors at dawn.
But Heathercote persuaded him to let them in and to give them the whist salon all to themselves. “We’ll leave by noon,” he promised, patting Forbes on the chest as he slid a handful of notes into the man’s hand. His words were remarkably steady for a man who’d been drinking for eight hours. Grim-faced, Forbes let them in, where they commandeered the main table and called for yet more wine.
A few intrepid souls followed them from the club proper. Forbes tried to stop them at the door, but Forester recognized one and waved them in. “We don’t mind winning their money,” he said with a hiccup.
They played whist, then switched to loo. One loser was dared to drink off the contents of his full flask in one go, which he did. The room filled with cigar smoke and ribald language, and the wagers grew extravagant. Marlow won a prize colt off Forester. Heathercotewagered his new phaeton and ended up with someone’s barouche. Sackville won the largest pot of the night, and everyone pelted him with markers.
And then one of the hangers-on spoiled it. He had the look of a country fellow new to London, with an arrogant bluster that was initially amusing but eventually turned annoying. He’d played well enough, winning a bit and losing with colorful curses that made the rest of them roar with laughter. But it became abruptly clear that Sir Charles Winston was in over his head when he wagered his house.
Marlow laughed. Heathercote picked up the scribbled note Winston had put forth and read it with one brow arched. “Can’t wager property, Winslow.”
The man was already ruddy from drink, and now he turned scarlet. “Can so! Your fellow wagered a horse.”
“Horses are portable,” said Forester, his Liverpool accent bleeding through. “Houses are not.”
“Houses are worth more!”
“Aye, too much more.” Heathercote flicked the note back across the table. “Markers.”
“I haven’t got any more markers,” muttered the younger man. For a moment everyone focused in surprised silence on the empty space in front of him. None of them had run out.
“Then fold your hand,” Forester told him. “You’re out!”
Winston’s chin set stubbornly. His mate tried to slide some markers toward him, but he angrily shoved them back. “Give me a chance to win it back.”
“All the more reason to walk away, if you’ve lost ‘em all.” Marlow waved one hand, nearly toppling out of his seat. Mr. Forbes, watching grimly from the corner, came forward. “Forbes, Windermere is done.”
“Sir Charles,” murmured the manager. “Perhaps it’s time to go.”
“Not yet!” Winston scowled at them all, shaking off his friend’s quiet attempts to get him to fold. “Not now, Farley! They got a chance to turn their luck. Why shouldn’t I?”
“Luck is like the wind,” said a new voice. Nicholas Dashwood, the owner of the Vega Club, stepped out of the shadows. “It rarely turns propitiously.”
Winston stubbornly sank lower in his seat. “I deserve ‘notherchance.”
Heathercote slung his arms over the back of his chair. “Well, West? What say you? Shall we let him stay and wager away everything he’s got?”
Lounging in his seat, the Marquess of Westmorland looked up in irritation. “Really ought to go, Winsmore.”
“Wins-less, more like,” snickered Marlow.
Winston sat up straighter in his seat. “Please, my lord.”
“Oh, let him ruin himself,” muttered Forester, shuffling his cards restlessly.
The marquess lifted one shoulder. “Damned if I care.”
“Sir Charles,” said Dashwood evenly, “do not wager what you cannot afford to lose.”
Winston scooped up the scribbled paper and added a line, signing his name with a flourish. “I won’t, sir.”
But he did. Within four hands, he’d won a bit and then lost it all—including the deed. Suddenly he did not look so belligerent or so stubborn. He looked young and quite literally green, staring at the winning hand, lying on the table.
“Should have listened,” said the unsympathetic Heathercote. “Should have left.”
Winston puffed up furiously. “Should have known better than to play with the likes of you!”
Di’n’t y’know that before you sa’ down?” Marlow’s words slurred together. “Stupid bloody fool!”
“That’s my home!”
“And you risked it at loo!” Heath made a derisive noise. “Idiot.”
Winston was the color of beets. “Don’t call me that.”
Sackville raised one brow. “No? ’S not your home anymore.” He reached out and plucked the scrawled paper from the pile of markers and examined it, although his eyes never quite managed to focus on it. “It ‘pears to be West’s.”
His friends howled with laughter. “He doesn’t need it,” cried Winston. He made a convulsive grab for the paper before his lone remaining friend caught his arm. “He’s got a dozen houses!”
“Set it up as a brothel, West,” suggested Forester. “And give all your mates discounted fees.”
“Free!” yelped Marlow with a wheezing laugh.
Winston drew a furious breath, but instead of continuing the fight he turned and rushed from the room, rather unsteadily; he wrestled with the door, and then almost tripped on his way out, causing more howls of laughter from the table. His friend helped him back onto his feet before the door closed on them both.
“Who invited him?” asked Heathercote in disdain.
“Marlow.”
“Ballocks,” mumbled Marlow, putting his head down on the table. “Never did. Was Forester.”
Forester made a rude gesture. “I vouched for the other man, Farley.”
“Your friends are all bad ton,” said Sackville.
Forester’s face tightened. He rose and swung his wineglass into the air in a toast, spilling some. “Thank you all for a most exciting evening, gentlemen.” Pointedly he bowed only to Viscount Heathercote and Lord Westmorland. Sackville repaid him with a rude gesture at Forester’s back.
Heathercote protested, but Forester waved him off and left. With Marlow asleep on the table and Sackville still giggling drunkenly to himself, Westmorland placed his hands on the table, hesitated as if gathering strength, then heaved himself to his feet. “The carriages, Dashwood.”
Stone-faced, the owner left. Westmorland surveyed the table. “Did I win the last?”
“Aye,” said Heathercote with a wide yawn.
“Credit it all, Forbes,” said the marquess. “God above, I’m tired.”
As expressionless as his employer, the manager stepped forward. With an air of distaste, he picked up the deed promise and held it out. “I cannot credit this, my lord.”
West stared at it. “Damn. Right.” He stuffed it into the pocket of his jacket and staggered out into the morning sunlight with Heathercote, never guessing the trouble that wagered deed was about to cause him.

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Tuesday, September 24, 2019

Blog Tour Review + Giveaway-Glow of the Fireflies by Lindsey Duga



Glow of the Fireflies

Publisher: Entangled: Teen
Release Date: October 1st 2019
Genre: Young Adult, Fantasy


Synopsis:

Briony never planned to go back to the place she lost everything.

Firefly Valley, nestled deep within the Smoky Mountains, is better kept in her past. After an unexplained fire gave Briony amnesia, her mother disappeared and her dad moved them to Knoxville.

But now her grandmother needs a caretaker and Briony's dad volunteers her to help. The moment she returns, her whole world shifts. She feels a magical connection to this valley, as if it's literally part of her somehow.

And when she meets a hot guy who claims he was her childhood friend but now mysteriously keeps his distance, Briony starts piecing together her missing past...and discovers her mother didn't leave to start a new life somewhere. She's trapped in the hidden world within the valley.

Now, Briony will do whatever it takes to rescue her, even if it means standing up against dangerously powerful nature spirits. Even if it means giving up her first love.

Review:
Soooo... This was kind of weird, magical, and whimsical all at the same time. But it was still more weird than anything. It took me awhile to truly get in the book but when I did, I was able to appreciate it as a whole.

Briony has lost ten years of her life after a fire that almost took her and then her mother just up and disappears. Briony’s whole life changes and she can’t even remember how; all the while she and her father move away from her hometown.

When Briony is asked to go and take care of her grandmother, who broke her leg, things start changing again. Only this time, Briony could possibly get the answers she’s desperately wanted.

We are thrown a curveball when we find out that Briony’s mother is somehow alive but in some spirit world that’s neither here nor there—and she needs help escaping.

Briony, along with a super hot dude that was apparently a childhood friend before the whole amnesia thing, go and try to save Briony’s mother. Along the way, readers are taken on a fantastical ride filled with pretty words and a world you can fall away into.

I thought the story was a very interesting concept, the characters were engaging and at times relatable, and overall, I thought it was a fun read.

*Thank you to the publisher for providing a free copy in exchange for an honest and unbiased review. All thoughts and opinions are my own.
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Lindsey Duga is a middle grade and young adult writer with a passion for fantasy, science fiction, and basically any genre that takes you away from the real world. She wrote her first novel in college while she was getting her bachelor’s in Mass Communication from Louisiana State University.

Other than writing and cuddling with her morkie puppy, Delphi, Lindsey loves catching up on the latest superhero TV show and practicing yoga.


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Monday, September 23, 2019

Cover Reveal—The Second We Met( Fulton U #2) By Maya Hughes



BLURB
Dear Jerk Across the Street, sorry for accidentally walking in on you and catching an eyeful of your—equipment. And hard pass on the open invitation to join you in the shower “anytime”, A-hole. 

That’s the note I should’ve written. Instead I sent a pleasant and apologetic version. 

Had I known Phoenix “Nix” Russo would’ve been the neighbor from hell, I’d have told him right where he could shove my words. 

Nix is the big man on campus with everyone lined up at his games to make sure he knows it. Sure, he’s got piercing green eyes, abs that don’t quit and a smile that could set fire to a set of panties from a hundred yards away, but he’s also the biggest pain in my ass.

Dear Pink-Haired Menace, learn how to take a joke and stop being such a kill-joy...
Elle Masterson called the cops on one of my parties—again. My sweet talking usually gets me out of trouble, but this time it got me into a nice pair of silver handcuffs. Now I’m on a reputation rehab tour with a stop at a spring break community service project. 

Guess who’s my new boss? 

Now we’re shoulder to shoulder, sweaty, tired and…she’s not anything like I expected. There might just be a heart under that hardass exterior. She’s invading my dreams and I can’t shake the feeling she’s the key to unlocking a piece of me that I’ve hidden away. 

It’s only a matter of time until she finds out why I’m really here.

Maybe I can break through her walls and into her heart before that happens...one screw at a time.


Author Bio
Maya Hughes can often be found sneaking in another chapter while hiding in the bathroom from her kids! :-) I’m a romance writer who loves taking inspiration from everyday life, namely my husband and biggest fan. Inspiration also strikes when I hear a song, meet someone new or daydream while at soccer practice.

I’m the mom of three little ones, the wife to an amazing husband and also work full time. Some of my favorite things are cinnamon rolls, white wine, laughing until I can’t breathe and traveling with my family.

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Thursday, September 19, 2019

Blog Tour Review ft. Excerpt-The Game You Play (Rixon Raiders #2) by L.A. Cotton

๐Ÿˆ THE GAME YOU PLAY BLOG TOUR ๐Ÿˆ




๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฐ๐—ธ๐˜† ๐—ณ๐—ผ๐—ผ๐˜๐—ฏ๐—ฎ๐—น๐—น ๐—ฝ๐—น๐—ฎ๐˜†๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐˜€๐˜€๐—ฐ๐—ต๐—ผ๐—ผ๐—น ๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐˜ƒ๐—ฎ๐—น๐—ฟ๐˜†๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ด๐—ถ๐—ฟ๐—น๐˜€ ๐˜„๐—ต๐—ผ ๐—ด๐—ฒ๐˜๐—ถ๐—ป ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ถ๐—ฟ ๐˜„๐—ฎ๐˜†๐—š๐—ฒ๐˜ ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—ฑ๐˜† ... ๐—ง๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ฅ๐—ฎ๐—ถ๐—ฑ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐˜€ ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ ๐—ฏ๐—ฎ๐—ฐ๐—ธ!!

Welcome to the blog tour for The Game You Play by L A Cotton.

๐Ÿˆ

๐—š๐—ฒ๐˜ ๐—ฌ๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—ฟ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฝ๐˜† ๐—ก๐—ผ๐˜„:

๐ŸŽงAudio: Coming Soon!!!

Blurb:

๐—™๐—ฒ๐—น๐—ถ๐—ฐ๐—ถ๐˜๐˜† ๐—š๐—ถ๐—น๐—ฒ๐˜€ ๐—ต๐—ฎ๐˜€ ๐—ฎ ๐—น๐—ถ๐˜€๐˜.

Lose her virginity.
Meet her knight-in-shining-armor and fall in love.
Have the best senior year a girl can have.
The only problem? Her knight isn’t a saint, he’s a villain, and she’s pretty sure he’ll destroy her before ever handing over a piece of his heart.

๐—๐—ฎ๐˜€๐—ผ๐—ป ๐—™๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ฑ ๐—ต๐—ฎ๐˜€ ๐—ฎ ๐—ฝ๐—น๐—ฎ๐—ป.

Win State and go down as one of the most successful Quarterbacks in Rixon Raider history.
Head off to college and pursue his dream of being drafted to the NFL.
Avoid the girl under his skin. Felicity Giles, his stepsister’s best friend and perpetual pain in his ass.

She’s annoying as hell.
Quirky.
She’s a game to him, nothing more.

Until his arch rival comes after him and the few people he cares about ... and Felicity gets caught in the crossfire.

๐—”๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐˜€๐˜‚๐—ฑ๐—ฑ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐—น๐˜† ๐—ต๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ฟ ๐—ณ๐—ฒ๐—ฒ๐—น๐˜€ ๐—ฎ ๐˜„๐—ต๐—ผ๐—น๐—ฒ ๐—น๐—ผ๐˜ ๐—น๐—ถ๐—ธ๐—ฒ ๐—ณ๐—ฎ๐—น๐—น๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐—ถ๐—ป ๐—น๐—ผ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ.

๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜Ž๐˜ข๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜—๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜บ ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฌ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜™๐˜ช๐˜น๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜™๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ด ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ด. ๐˜ˆ๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฌ๐˜ด ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด!


๐—”๐—ฑ๐—ฑ ๐˜๐—ผ ๐—š๐—ผ๐—ผ๐—ฑ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—ฑ๐˜€:


REVIEW

Honestly, it took me a d**n long time to get on board with Jason. In the first book, The Trouble with You, I thought of him as the ultimate a**hole villain—and not one I could like. He had a longggggg way to go to redeem himself for how he treated Hailey and in turn treated Felicity.

Obviously, he had so much to make up for. It’s a good thing we got his POV in this book because otherwise, I probably would have hated him even more than I already did. As I stated before, it took me too long to jump on board with him. He was too hot and cold for my liking. And Felicity just took it and forgave him way too easily. I wanted him to grovel.

Here we have this amazing as h**l football player that literally has the world at his feet. Would it hurt to make the boy suffer more just a tad bit longer than he did? Maybe I’m just too picky. Regardless, I wanted...more.

That being said, I enjoyed the crap out of the second book of the Rixon Raiders. Especially Asher. He’s what I’m most looking forward to reading about. Could anyone ask for a dreamier book boyfriend? Besides Cam, that is.

Overall, I liked this one quite a bit despite some of things I stated earlier. This is has it all—angst and drama galore! I’m ready for the next one!

*Thank you to the author for providing a free copy in exchange for an honest an unbiased review. All thoughts and opinions are my own.


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EXCERPT

I did hate him.

I hated that he made me feel so alive, so desired.

I hated the way he knew exactly how to kiss me, touch me, to get me to fall at his feet.
But most of all I hated how I didn’t hate him, not even a little bit.

“Relax,” he said as if he knew I was all up in my head. “If it makes you feel any better, I hate you too.” His thumb brushed my neck slowly before he chased his touch with his lips. “I hate how I can’t stop thinking about you.” Kiss. “I hate that you say the most ridiculous things.” Kiss. “But most of all I hate that Thatcher and his goon had their hands on you. I hate...” His lips touched my skin again as my heart crashed against my ribcage.

This wasn’t the plan.

He wasn’t supposed to say all of this, to feed the small part of me dreaming of a different time and place. A time and place where Felicity Giles could ever end up with a guy like Jason Ford.

I waited for his words, greedy for more. But they never came, replaced with hot kisses as he dragged his tongue up and down the hollow of my throat. Disappointment flooded my chest but deep down, I wasn’t surprised. Jason would never admit the truth. That there was something between us. That this was more than just sex. And for as much as it hurt, maybe it was better this way. 

His hands were all over me now, his mouth the same. 

“Jason,” I said, gently tugging his hair. “Slow down.”

He lifted his face, brow arched. I took advantage of the moment, pushing my hands against his chest to move him back. Then I fumbled around to find the recline handle and pulled.

“What the fuck?” he grunted, and I stifled a giggle. Jason needed control. He needed to hold all the power. But this time, I wanted to be in the driving seat.

I wanted to drive him wild. 

“What game are you playing, Giles?” he asked, his hands gripping my hips as I gently rocked above him. We both groaned, and another thrill shot through me. He was at my mercy now.

With my newfound confidence, I hooked my hands into the waistband of my leggings and pushed them down over my hips. It was no easy feat getting them off, but I managed. If Jason noticed my clumsy striptease, he didn’t comment, his hooded gaze too busy eating up every inch of my bare skin. 
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he whispered. 

Yeah, fuck. His words were like a poisoned arrow through my heart.
As if he noticed my hesitation, challenge glinted in his eye. He was ready to pounce, to take back the power and flip this whole thing on me. But I wasn’t backing down. I wasn’t just a pawn in his game. 
I was the goddamn queen. 

And this queen wanted her king to kneel at her feet.
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