Cover Reveal: Something So Perfect by Natasha Madison


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Drafted first round pick when I was seventeen, playing first line at eighteen, branded NHL’s bad boy at nineteen. At twenty-three I was cut from the team and living back home with my parents. A knock on the door brought an opportunity I couldn’t turn down. All I had to do was prove I learned from my mistakes, so no way would I fall for a chick with a pouty mouth even if I wanted to spend all day devouring it.


When my father gave me a job, I had no idea it would be to babysit some washed up NHL player. He wanted me to be his chaperone, his overpaid babysitter. I thought it was a joke. Then I met him, Matthew Grant. I wasn’t prepared for this particular bad boy. He’s not only hot but he’s arrogant and kinda sweet in a ‘you make me crazy’ kind of way.
Basically now that he’s finished screwing up his life, he’s decided to turn mine upside down.

She’s the first thing I’ve ever wanted more than hockey.

He’s the guy I know I should stay away from.

But what if this thing that started out so wrong turns into something so perfect?





When her nose isn’t buried in a book, or her fingers flying across a keyboard writing, she’s in the kitchen creating gourmet meals. You can find her, in four inch heels no less, in the car chauffeuring kids, or possibly with her husband scheduling his business trips. It’s a good thing her characters do what she says, because even her Labrador doesn’t listen to her…


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Review: Two is a Lie by Pam Godwin

Two is a Lie (Tangled Lies, #2)

Two lies.
Two men who don’t share.
I never stopped loving Cole. Not when he left me. Not when he disappeared for three years. Not when he crashed back into my life in a violent explosion of testosterone and fury.
His sudden reappearance questions everything I thought I knew, including how I came to love another man.
Trace is an intoxicating breeze of seduction over ice. My rock. My second chance at forever.
And he’s committed to annihilating the competition.
The battle that ensues wrenches me back and forth between them.
Fighting and fucking.
Resisting and submitting.
Together, they entangle me in a web of lies, rivalry, and desire that weaves as deeply as their devotion to me.
I love two men, and if I can only have one, I choose none.

The TANGLED LIES series must be read in order.
One is a Promise
Two is a Lie
Three is a War

ARC provided by author in exchange for honest review.

Jasmine and I have been in an excruciating book slump. We haven’t been able to get into anything for the last 3 weeks. I think we were subconsciously waiting for this ARC. So after weeks of reading nothing, we had zero problems when it came to starting and finishing this book. This book picks up right where we left off and to say Danni’s choice is impossible is an understatement. It seems like Danni, Trace, and Cole are fighting a losing battle. I don’t know how this is going to ultimately play out, but I kind of don’t want it to end. Watching this disaster unfold is so entertaining. I am obsessed with these characters. In a perfect world this love triangle will become a 3- way…lol. I want to keep both of these men. But if we HAVE TO choose…#teamCole. Yes, this book delivered us from our book slump, but unfortunately we’ve returned to the dark place. *sigh*

5 stars


This slump has been beyond excruciating! We were absolutely waiting for this ARC to rescue us. This story is so crazy. Typically love triangles annoy me and there is a clear better choice. I DO NOT envy Danni’s position at all (well maybe a little, I mean she is choosing between 2 hot alphas). Seriously though, every time I think I know who I want her to choose, the other makes me reconsider. I honestly have no idea which way this one is going to go, but I am fully strapped in for the ride. I have no idea how I’m going to make it through the next month waiting. These characters have drawn me in and I don’t want anyone to lose. I LOVE both of these men. They are both true alphas, so to see them sharing their woman is both painful and beautiful because I know how much of a sacrifice they are both making. If you haven’t started this series, pick up book 1 so you can be ready for this release on the 11th.

5 stars



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Chapter Reveal: Country Nights by Winter Renshaw


Sixty country days and sixty country nights—that’s all I wanted.

I needed to get away from the city, away from the hot mess that had become my life.

When I stumbled upon my childhood home on, I took it as a sign, cleaned out my life savings, and hightailed it to the only place that ever meant something to me, a place I hadn’t seen since a lifetime ago.

Only when I arrived to the familiar South Dakotan farmhouse, I was met by a brooding, we-don’t-take-kindly-to-strangers cowboy by the name of River McCray, who insisted this was his house and most definitely not a rental property.

I’d been internet scammed.

And that cocky, smart-mouthed stranger had the nerve to make me a humiliating offer: I could stay in his house for the next two months rent-free, but I had to work for him.

He’d be my boss. And my roommate.

With no money and nowhere else to go, I agreed. But nothing could have prepared me for the tension, the attraction, and the bombshell revelation that changed … everything.
Coming June 27th


“Babe, I’m not done yet.” My fingers press into the back of his arms as his naked body unsticks from mine. My lips, parted and breathless, wait for his to return, craving the heat of his tongue as I bask in the early Arizona sunrise peeking through our curtains.
Grant pushes himself away from me, rolling to the cold side of the bed. The contents of his climax spill from the unsatisfied ache between my thighs.
“Thought I told you.” He offers a two-second apologetic smile. “I’m meeting a client at eight. Have to go in early.”
I glance at the vintage alarm clock on his nightstand. There’s more than enough time.
“Five more minutes?” I roll to my side, my swollen lips curling into a slow grin as I trace my fingertips along the crumpled sheets between us. “Please? That’s all I need.”
He smirks, like he thinks I’m being cute, and then he walks around to my side of the bed. Bending to kiss my forehead, he drags his thumb along my lower lip and exhales through his nose.
“Here,” he says, reaching toward my bedside table. Pulling the top drawer open, he fishes through the contents before retrieving my purple vibrator, a relic from the early days of our relationship when I was still trying to be the girl I thought he wanted me to be. A plan that backfired and then some. “This ought to help.”
If there were more light in our bedroom this morning, he’d probably be able to see the color draining from my face.
“You don’t want it?” he asks, pausing for a beat before placing it on the bed to my left.
I can’t answer.
I’m speechless.
Ever since Grant finished law school at NYU and made partner at his uncle’s prestigious law firm in Scottsdale, he’s become self-involved, self-obsessed, and disgustingly self-centered. It’s all about him, all of the time.
I didn’t want to see it.
I didn’t want to believe it.
All this time, I made excuses for him, convincing myself it was a phase. Convincing myself one of these days I’ll get the old Grant back …
… the one with the charming smile who couldn’t keep his hands off me …
… the one I fell in love with fresh out of college …
…the one who was obsessed with me, seeing to it personally that my happiness was above all else …
… the one who almost made me forget about the ones before him and not think twice that there might ever be one after him …
Grant strides toward the en-suite bathroom, his tight ass flexing as he moves, and I listen as he flushes the toilet a moment later. The shower begins to spray. My eyes move to the vibrator. I refuse to touch it.
And besides, my mood has miraculously vanished.
Twisting the diamond engagement ring on my left finger, I run my fingertip along the sharp edges of the glimmering brilliant-cut stone.
It was supposed to symbolize his commitment to me. Hope for the future. Infinite love that never ends.
Peeling myself out of bed, I wrap the percale sheets around my body. Suddenly the idea of standing naked before him feels awkward and vulnerable in a way I’ve never felt around him before. As I make my way to the bathroom, I clear my throat and feel the creep of nervous heat as it blooms up my neck.
He turns to me, rinsing suds from his eyes as his fingertips massage his thick, sandy blond hair. “You want to get in?”
“I don’t want to be with you anymore.” I didn’t rehearse the line. I didn’t ponder the decision longer than the time it took me to walk from the bed to the en-suite. Sliding the diamond ring from my finger, I place it gently next to the sink.
Grant scoffs, pressing the glass shower door open and sticking his head out. “Leighton.”
I shrug before tucking a messy strand of dark hair behind one ear, unable to meet his gaze because although my head knows the man standing before me is different from the one I once knew, my heart knows no difference. As soon as he leaves for work, I’ll clean myself up and pack my things.
I’m not sure where I’ll go, but I’ll figure it out. Anyplace would be better than sticking around here like Grant’s personal doormat.
“All because I didn’t give you an orgasm?” He laughs. He isn’t taking me seriously.
Shaking my head, I say, “It’s not that.”
He rinses the soft white suds from his body, steps onto the mat, and wraps a white towel around his waist, tucking it at his hip. The scent of cedar wood shower gel permeates the muggy air, suffocating my senses as his hands circle my waist.
Spinning me to face him, he cups my chin in his right hand.
“Talk to me,” he says, focused. “What’s this about? What’s going on here?”
“You’ve changed.”
He rolls his eyes, still smiling. “Of course I’ve changed. I’m building the life we’ve always dreamed of. The long hours? The Maserati? The wardrobe? It’s all part of an image I have to project. Nobody wants to hire a lawyer who rolls up in a rusty sedan in an off-the-rack suit. Come on. You know that.”
“I’m not talking about that.”
His brows meet. “Then how have I changed?”
“You’re selfish,” I say, “And you never used to be. We used to be in this together. You and me. We used to fit together so easily, and now … now it’s like we don’t even line up anymore.”
“Christ, Leighton. You know I love you. You know you’re the center of my world.” He drags a hand through his damp hair. “I’m sorry my career is overshadowing what we have right now, but I promise it’s not forever.”
My mind replays a moment from last weekend, when we attended a charity gala in downtown Phoenix. I counted at least eight women who couldn’t take their eyes off Grant all night, and the man was well aware. He strutted around, peacock proud, introducing himself to anyone who so much as met his cunning emerald gaze. Never once introducing me as I stood in his shadow like a forgotten afterthought.
There’s a difference between networking and schmoozing.
The old Grant would’ve worn me proudly on his arm, kissed my forehead every chance he got, and introduced me like a true gentleman.
Instead he left me alone by the open bar, at one point spending twenty-five minutes chatting up a leggy redhead in head-to-toe Givenchy. She couldn’t stop smiling in his presence, touching his arm as she laughed at everything he said, and he stood unusually close to her.
I’m not a jealous woman, and I never have been, but seeing how Grant looked at every other woman that night with the same gaze he used to lovingly reserve for me filled me with doubt and made me question our relationship for the first time since we met.
“You scheduled a client dinner on our anniversary last month,” I say. “And you forgot my birthday this year.”
Grant places a hand over his perfect, chiseled chest. “And I apologized for those incidences, did I not?”
“The old you—”
“—the old me?” His brows lift, incredulous. “There is no old me. Stop being dramatic. I’m going to work before you make me late with all of … this.”
A little piece of me dies every time he takes that tone with me, which lately has been more frequent than ever.
He shakes his head, disgusted, and heads to the closet. When he returns with a red gingham tie in hand, he releases a quick breath.
“We’ll finish this when I get home tonight.” He places the tie on a robe hook, and his tone is softer than it was a second ago.
For a splintered moment, I second guess my decision.
Am I being rash?
Do other people spend almost eight years with someone and then wake up one morning and decide it’s over? That it’s not worth trying to salvage? That it’s suddenly come to this?
I watch Grant as he stands over the sink, lathering shaving cream onto his chiseled cheek bones, humming a Rolling Stones song to himself like it’s any other day. I don’t think this man has ever worried for a single second that he might lose me, and maybe that’s why he’s pushed me to the back burner over the last couple of years.
“I love you, Leighton.” He stares into the mirror, our eyes meeting in his reflection. “I’ll fix this. Whatever’s bothering you, we’ll figure it out tonight. I’ll make it right, I promise.”
That’s Grant: cold and cutting one moment, sweet and tender the next.
He never used to be this way.
Grant’s razor drags along his cheek, leaving a track of smooth, tanned skin in its place, and he flashes his trademark disarming smile that makes me think the old him might still be in there somewhere, waiting for me to breathe him back to life.
I pause before stepping out of the bathroom and heading back to bed. Mondays are my late day, and I don’t have to be at work for another three hours, which will give me more time to think this through.
Passing his nightstand, I catch his lit phone screen from the corner of my eye.
Normally I wouldn’t look, but there’s a nagging sensation in the pit of my stomach, a jarring feeling that tells me something isn’t right.
Peering into the bathroom, I don’t see Grant. He must be in the closet, changing into his suit. Sucking in a deep breath, I steal a look at the text message taking up half of the screen.
And then my heart drops to the floor.


A million questions swarm my mind, all of them circling at once.
Who is she?
How long has this been going on?
Is she the first?
How could I not know?!
Why would he initiate sex this morning?
Why would he tell me he loves me and then run off to fuck someone else?
“Leighton?” Grant’s voice brings me back, and my frozen stare moves from his phone to the bathroom doorway where he stands. His hands adjust the Windsor knot of his tie, though right now I’m wishing they were my hands, pulling it tighter and tighter still. If I can’t breathe right now, why should he get the privilege? “What’s wrong?”
My vision drowns in warm tears.
It was different earlier. There was a sense of pride in knowing I could make the decision to end things based on principle.
But now …
It seems the decision has been made for me.
There’s no recovering from this.
There’s no bouncing back.
This is the bottom dropping out.
“Leighton, talk to me.” Grant moves closer, lowering to his knees and taking my limp hands in his. I want to recoil at his touch, but I don’t have the energy. “Did something happen? Is it your grandmother?”
He doesn’t get it, at least not right away.
But when his eyes move toward the phone, his breath catches. And then he lets me go, his hands sliding off of mine, slow and careful.
Grant stands, straightening his posture before slipping his phone into his pocket and studying my face.
The weight of his stare is heavy, but the silence between us is heavier.
The man who has argued hundreds of cases over his budding career is officially speechless, unable to defend his reprehensible actions.
And how could he?
The evidence is damning, and his lack of words may as well be a guilty plea.
He leaves.
I stay.
But not for long.

Wall Street Journal and #1 Amazon bestselling author Winter Renshaw is a bona fide daydream believer. She lives somewhere in the middle of the USA and can rarely be seen without her trusty Mead notebook and ultra portable laptop. When she’s not writing, she’s living the American dream with her husband, three kids, and the laziest puggle this side of the Mississippi.
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Review: Since I’ve Been Loving You by Kelli Jean

Since I've Been Loving You (NOLA's Own, #4)

There’s a saying that three is a crowd.
With her heart and soul shattered, Alys Stuart suffers in silence for a secret she’s been hiding from everyone for eight years.
Xavier “X” Johnson sees right through her facade and vows to love and cherish her until his dying breath. Because he understands what it means to have a secret that no one can ever know.
But, just as X starts to heal Alys with his love, her secret comes home—in the gorgeous form of Connor MacGregor.
How can Alys choose between the man who makes her soul soar and the man who wants nothing more than to give her the world?

We were gifted an ARC by the author in exchange for an honest review.

One of our favorite moments during #COPA17 was meeting Kelli Jean. We fangirled sooooo hard and begged to be put on her ARC list. Well, the begging worked and we got an ARC. This has been one of my most anticipated reads and it didn’t disappoint. After Phil and Kenna’s story ended, I was more than curious about Connor, Alys, and X. This story starts with the history of these three, before “NOLA’s Junk” was big. We got to experience their heartaches, accomplishments, sacrifices, and life altering decisions. We got to know these characters on a different level. X was an amazing lover, friend, and person. He deserved everything life had to offer. Alys was extremely sensitive, but her inner strength showed time and time again. She went through so much and I just wanted her to win.  Connor was so stubborn. I wanted to strangle him on multiple occasions. In the end, I rooted for him as well. Connor, X, and Alys’ story had me swooning, cringing, screaming, and crying. I knew the heartbreak would come, but I was still dealt an emotional punch when it happened. Just like with the 1st 3 books in this series, this book took over my life. Its not like these books have a ton of nail biting drama, but its just something about hanging out with “Our Boys” that I can’t get enough of. I just love being in their world. In my opinion the plot is just an added plus, because I can honestly read about them just hanging out.  Don’t get me wrong the plot was every thing I wanted, the writing flowed effortlessly, and the set up was perfect. But since I love these boys so much, I may be biased. So, you’ll have to find out for yourself and click the buying link:) Read this series.

4 stars


It was so good to be back in the world of NOLA’s Junk. I don’t even listen to metal music, but I love this band. Like Natasha said, I knew what was going to happen to X, but I was still devastated when he died. The first half of this book told his story and it made me fall so deeply in love with him. BUT Alys and Connor’s love was EPIC and transcendent. They went through so much to be together and even though I LOVED X, I was rooting for Connor and Alys to be together. This story was full of ups and downs, heart-wrenching emotions and love. Definitely a mist read series!

4 stars


Review: Painted on my Heart by Kindle Alexander

Painted On My Heart

Artist Kellus Hardin let love and loyalty cloud his past decisions, a mistake he definitely won’t make again. Now, lost and alone, he’s left to pick up the shattered pieces of his broken heart while facing the truth of his reality.
Arik Layne exudes power, confidence, and determination. But when an encounter with the guarded artist shakes him to the core and alters all his future goals, he finds more than just his heart on the line.
For Kellus, opening himself to love isn’t an option.
All Arik wants is to make the artist his.
Can love create a masterpiece when it’s painted on your heart?

We met these ladies in February @ the Rebels and Readers Author Event. They asked if we read M/M… We were like hells yeah! So, I purchased 2 books and got them signed. I decided to pick this one up and dive in. Boy oh boy, was this a good book. Arik and Kellus were so freaking hot. Arik was extremely domineering and caring. Arik took one look at Kellus and knew he wanted him. Arik was relentless, and I enjoyed watching him pull all the stops. Kellus was a sweetheart, almost to the point of being dumb. His story dealt with authentic issues and were extremely relevant. It was  difficult to watch at times. My heart broke for him. But thank goodness for Arik, because he was there to mend our broken hearts…lol.  The supporting characters were a riot. I loved their banter. This was a great read and my 1st from these authors. I am totally hooked on the slow build, which is soooo their writing style. Now… I have to read all their other books, but I’m not complaining. 🙂

4 stars



Review: Plus One by Aleatha Romig

Plus One

A little birdie gifted us with an ARC…

When I first heard about this softer side of Aleatha, I was skeptical. I mean, could we really trust her not to Aleatha us? So I took a chance, let my guard down and fell in love with this story. This was lighthearted for Aleatha, but the characters still gave me that edge I need with my books. Kimbra initially seemed timid, but that was sooooo not the case. She was a vixen, whose favorite word was “FUCK”. I mean how cool is that? Duncan was the ultimate alpha male. He knew exactly what he wanted and seized any opportunity to get it. Again, this story was tame for Aleatha, but her personality shined through. These characters were freaking hilarious. OMG!!!!!!!!! Helen. Electric toothbrushes  have been ruined for me. I absolutely loved it. At the end of the book Aleatha says “I hope you’re smiling”. YES, I was smiling. I had the biggest, cheesiest smile on my face known to man.

4 stars


Natasha, I was super nervous about light hearted Leatha, but our girl did not let us down. I have to admit that I was waiting throughout the entire book to get Aleatha’d (excuse my trust issues). This book was the opposite of what we’ve come to expect from Aleatha, but one thing is consistent… Her true alpha males and her strong heroines. Kimbra was so dynamic. She did initially seem soft, but as we got to know her, we saw that she was so much more. And Duncan? He was strong and sexy. He seized his opportunity and closed the deal. He was all alpha, but appreciated Kimbra’s confidence and strength. The supporting characters were hilarious. Grandma Helen was a mess, but so funny! I would have loved to been a guest sitting at their table at the wedding. I kinda like Leatha, but I do feel like it’s the perfect setup for us to have our guard down for the next Aleatha story… I’m sorry. I told you I have trust issues…

4 stars