tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19063049867377229082024-03-06T01:01:38.770-08:00Mich BookShelfmichie scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15753642853878580429noreply@blogger.comBlogger304125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1906304986737722908.post-56956603234092517792021-09-14T09:00:00.003-07:002021-09-14T09:00:00.223-07:00The Rules of Love by Kerri Carpenter<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDmvWwke4j8rXR7XtXsz2fcpZHB4eYquqPNQ-33rdmppD-ItsXYR82522eBxvzelfGMJgO_jydRLjoJsviDvA9Gd-lnRsj8Nt9tWLcapnAVLCmiIy-0eeUNL6LBXXd6Ljw3RBqAQDMhpI/s1500/RulesofLove.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1500" data-original-width="1000" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDmvWwke4j8rXR7XtXsz2fcpZHB4eYquqPNQ-33rdmppD-ItsXYR82522eBxvzelfGMJgO_jydRLjoJsviDvA9Gd-lnRsj8Nt9tWLcapnAVLCmiIy-0eeUNL6LBXXd6Ljw3RBqAQDMhpI/w266-h400/RulesofLove.jpeg" width="266" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p><br /></p><div><b><span style="font-family: verdana;">BOOK DETAILS:</span></b></div><div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">The Rules of Love<br />by Kerri Carpenter<br />Published by: Entangled: Amara<br />Publication date: January 25th 2022<br />Genres: Adult, Contemporary, <wbr></wbr>Romance</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><b><span style="font-family: verdana;">Synopsis:</span></b></div><div><div style="box-sizing: border-box;"><div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><div style="box-sizing: border-box;"><p style="box-sizing: border-box;"><b><i><span style="font-family: verdana;">Description not yet available</span></i></b></p></div><div style="box-sizing: border-box;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><div style="box-sizing: border-box;"><div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>Goodreads</b>: <a data-saferedirecturl="https://www.google.com/url?q=https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/57693274-the-rules-of-love&source=gmail&ust=1631716205988000&usg=AFQjCNFzJF6AvZsCOAOhRbX8igKrGt-Mkg" href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/57693274-the-rules-of-love" style="color: #1155cc;" target="_blank">https://www.<wbr></wbr>goodreads.com/book/show/<wbr></wbr>57693274-the-rules-of-love</a></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>Pre-order</b>: <a data-saferedirecturl="https://www.google.com/url?q=https://amzn.to/393lu9d&source=gmail&ust=1631716205988000&usg=AFQjCNE7YAy6oImLrx4YiFpCZ7Jrm1UxdQ" href="https://amzn.to/393lu9d" style="color: #1155cc;" target="_blank">https://amzn.to/<wbr></wbr>393lu9d</a></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyQWf7N9WQSP_BAWCUPVxxYZuPb5132yXg1SqAiEpW6brhf3IcOfkdI4wRUem7pyMgu9vdjwYEXaBd8TUu-Drq83ptyGvxZgcpz9f3duQ0pU5KYoA-8SM1wcYbSGKgWxL5mo8eyjdJjZ8/s604/Kerri.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="453" data-original-width="604" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyQWf7N9WQSP_BAWCUPVxxYZuPb5132yXg1SqAiEpW6brhf3IcOfkdI4wRUem7pyMgu9vdjwYEXaBd8TUu-Drq83ptyGvxZgcpz9f3duQ0pU5KYoA-8SM1wcYbSGKgWxL5mo8eyjdJjZ8/w400-h300/Kerri.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div><div style="box-sizing: border-box;"><div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><div><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">AUTHOR BIO:</span></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></span></div><div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Award-winning romance author Kerri Carpenter writes contemporary romances that are sweet, sexy, and sparkly. When she’s not writing, Kerri enjoys reading, cooking, watching movies, taking Zumba classes, rooting for Pittsburgh sports teams, and anything sparkly. Kerri lives in Northern Virginia with her adorable (and mischievous) rescued poodle mix, Harry.<br /><br />Author links:</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><a data-saferedirecturl="https://www.google.com/url?q=https://kerricarpenter.com/&source=gmail&ust=1631716205988000&usg=AFQjCNGtDxAOmGiylE5UqWRmC9uV9mtCzQ" href="https://kerricarpenter.com/" style="color: #1155cc;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: verdana;">https://kerricarpenter.com/</span></a></div><div><a data-saferedirecturl="https://www.google.com/url?q=https://twitter.com/authorkerri&source=gmail&ust=1631716205988000&usg=AFQjCNHTgin-Vc9HL3pP68XU5V97Ma3Fyw" href="https://twitter.com/authorkerri" style="color: #1155cc;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: verdana;">https://twitter.com/<wbr></wbr>authorkerri</span></a></div><div><a data-saferedirecturl="https://www.google.com/url?q=https://www.instagram.com/authorkerri/&source=gmail&ust=1631716205988000&usg=AFQjCNGoz77q35DknqmJPvD3WENFjASqRg" href="https://www.instagram.com/authorkerri/" style="color: #1155cc;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: verdana;">https://www.instagram.com/<wbr></wbr>authorkerri/</span></a></div><div><a data-saferedirecturl="https://www.google.com/url?q=https://kerricarpenter.us9.list-manage.com/subscribe?u%3Da125603f84b1b98def932f605%26id%3D1644678312&source=gmail&ust=1631716205988000&usg=AFQjCNE6teegNRBKudgSvDRTqyXHyAm0Pg" href="https://kerricarpenter.us9.list-manage.com/subscribe?u=a125603f84b1b98def932f605&id=1644678312" style="color: #1155cc;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: verdana;">https://kerricarpenter.us9.<wbr></wbr>list-manage.com/subscribe?u=<wbr></wbr>a125603f84b1b98def932f605&id=<wbr></wbr>1644678312</span></a></div><div><a data-saferedirecturl="https://www.google.com/url?q=https://www.facebook.com/authorkerri&source=gmail&ust=1631716205988000&usg=AFQjCNGJH7qIUfmNsC5p9C5XaSg6enqvzw" href="https://www.facebook.com/authorkerri" style="color: #1155cc;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: verdana;">https://www.facebook.com/<wbr></wbr>authorkerri</span></a></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a data-saferedirecturl="https://www.google.com/url?q=https://www.amazon.com/Kerri-Carpenter/e/B00OABE9T8&source=gmail&ust=1631716205988000&usg=AFQjCNFw33RAkbt0ijRAzmJxMJkOgFc6ow" href="https://www.amazon.com/Kerri-Carpenter/e/B00OABE9T8" style="color: #1155cc;" target="_blank">https://www.amazon.com/Kerri-<wbr></wbr>Carpenter/e/B00OABE9T8</a><br /><a data-saferedirecturl="https://www.google.com/url?q=https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/8843709.Kerri_Carpenter&source=gmail&ust=1631716205988000&usg=AFQjCNEbihJ6dDOLmrDg-PiRD4p5WxO9jA" href="https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/8843709.Kerri_Carpenter" style="color: #1155cc;" target="_blank">https://www.goodreads.com/<wbr></wbr>author/show/8843709.Kerri_<wbr></wbr>Carpenter</a></span></div></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPmsJCMmzYT2NLpBKhtmKKfG9mT28XQ5qdABDCK_yPYBcoGEk_wbQpP6lIVyBsCSEhzp5dRSr5IclU1GS5piGvY5QxMzl_mcJqfaU7YD80DqUUgpQjmv81RPwZTef9SZal3aRx58woAec/s2048/You%2527re+So+Vain+Final+-+For+Amazon+%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1365" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPmsJCMmzYT2NLpBKhtmKKfG9mT28XQ5qdABDCK_yPYBcoGEk_wbQpP6lIVyBsCSEhzp5dRSr5IclU1GS5piGvY5QxMzl_mcJqfaU7YD80DqUUgpQjmv81RPwZTef9SZal3aRx58woAec/w266-h400/You%2527re+So+Vain+Final+-+For+Amazon+%25281%2529.jpg" width="266" /></a></div><p><br /></p><p></p><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;">Book & Author Details:</span></b></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">You’re So Vain: A Royal Haters to Lovers Romance<br />by Whitney Dineen<br />Publication date: September 12th 2021<br />Genres: Adult, Comedy, Romance</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><b><span style="font-family: verdana;">Synopsis:</span></b></div><div><div style="box-sizing: border-box;"><div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><p style="box-sizing: border-box;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Family drama is something Lutéce Choate struggles to avoid. With a mother who’s an award-winning country western song writer, an aunt who’s a Country Music Hall of Famer, and a brother who’s a rock star, it hasn’t exactly been a low-key kind of life, and she’s ready for a break.<br /><br />Then Lu’s younger sister, Claire, goes off and gets engaged to a prince from Malquar, bringing the dreaded spotlight back to shine on their family once again. Lu wants to go to the engagement party about as much as she wants to yodel the Star Spangled Banner at the Grand Ole Opry with her crazy relatives. Alas, not going, doesn’t appear to be an option.<br /><br />Alistair George Henry Bere Hale is not the heir, but the spare. Without the weight of the Crown in his future, he’s managed to live the carefree life of a man about town. That is until his younger brother gets engaged before him and their mother starts pressuring him to settle down.<br /><br />Alistair represents everything that Lutéce has come to despise–he’s a rich, playboy, partier, who’s always in the spotlight… But Alistair doesn’t feel the same about Lu. In fact, he’s quite drawn to his brother’s future sister-in-law, prickles and all.<br /><br />When Lu and Alistair’s mothers witness the sparks between their children, they start to make plans of their own. Will Lu relax her prejudices long enough to get to know Alistair?<br /><br />Find out in the fabulously funny fourth book in the Seven Bride’s for Seven Mothers Series.</span></p><div><div><div style="box-sizing: border-box;"><div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><div><b><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></b></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>Goodreads</b>: <a data-saferedirecturl="https://www.google.com/url?q=https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/57292917-you-re-so-vain&source=gmail&ust=1631263908352000&usg=AFQjCNFcHtQdIPT68JRsmZ_6kMtEBVHkwg" href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/57292917-you-re-so-vain" style="color: #1155cc;" target="_blank">https://www.<wbr></wbr>goodreads.com/book/show/<wbr></wbr>57292917-you-re-so-vain</a></span></div><div></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>Purchase</b>:</span></div></div></div></div><div><div style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Amazon: <a data-saferedirecturl="https://www.google.com/url?q=https://amzn.to/3BRmwl1&source=gmail&ust=1631263908352000&usg=AFQjCNGWhickrEiApVR7RtTDf6b5-u7Bgg" href="https://amzn.to/3BRmwl1" style="color: #1155cc;" target="_blank">https://amzn.to/<wbr></wbr>3BRmwl1</a></span></div></div></div><div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; margin: 0px;"><br /></div></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8MAKFq4ChEUK5GoJo5ZsaCzT1jMn96xSlxsnElBA1o21hn3KkwDw-bVyQcI7whUuoT1eBvESXOkDwLi_XxAE36OfXEgsom3BskFTvXMXzwXxHWP9YpfgIrJu9iKbXYxgGPvCR3S7fv10/s597/Whitey.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="597" data-original-width="480" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8MAKFq4ChEUK5GoJo5ZsaCzT1jMn96xSlxsnElBA1o21hn3KkwDw-bVyQcI7whUuoT1eBvESXOkDwLi_XxAE36OfXEgsom3BskFTvXMXzwXxHWP9YpfgIrJu9iKbXYxgGPvCR3S7fv10/w321-h400/Whitey.jpg" width="321" /></a></div><p><br /></p><p></p><div><div style="box-sizing: border-box;"><div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><div><div><div><div style="margin: 0px;"><div><div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">AUTHOR BIO:</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">USA Today Bestselling author Whitney Dineen is a rock star in her own head. While delusional about her singing abilities, there’s been a plethora of validation that she’s a fairly decent author (AMAZING!!!). After winning many writing awards and selling nearly a kabillion books (math may not be her forte, either), she’s decided to let the voices in her head say whatever they want (sorry, Mom). She also won a fourth-place ribbon in a fifth-grade swim meet in backstroke. So, there’s that.<br /><br />Whitney loves to play with her kids (a.k.a. dazzle them with her amazing flossing abilities), bake stuff, eat stuff, and write books for people who "get" her. 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window in this bold Regency romance that’s Emma meets 10 Things I Hate About
You from USA Today bestselling author Eva Devon.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
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#Bookstagrammer<o:p></o:p></span></p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span><p></p><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><div><b><span style="font-family: verdana;">Synopsis:</span></b></div><div><div style="box-sizing: border-box;"><div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><div style="box-sizing: border-box;"><p style="box-sizing: border-box;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The matchmakers’ playbook goes out the window in this bold Regency romance that’s <i style="box-sizing: border-box;">Emma</i> meets <i style="box-sizing: border-box;">10 Things I Hate About You</i> from <i style="box-sizing: border-box;">USA Today</i> bestselling author Eva Devon.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Each book in the Never a Wallflower series is STANDALONE:<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />* The Spinster and the Rake<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />* Much Ado About Dukes</span></p></div><div style="box-sizing: border-box;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><div style="box-sizing: border-box;"><div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>Goodreads</b>: <a data-saferedirecturl="https://www.google.com/url?q=https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/58673090-much-ado-about-dukes&source=gmail&ust=1631263908359000&usg=AFQjCNHEnL04hgQTuirO4NvGPMdH8XjonQ" href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/58673090-much-ado-about-dukes" style="color: #1155cc;" target="_blank">https://www.<wbr></wbr>goodreads.com/book/show/<wbr></wbr>58673090-much-ado-about-dukes</a></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>Pre-order</b>: </span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Amazon: <a data-saferedirecturl="https://www.google.com/url?q=https://amzn.to/2X8aF3l&source=gmail&ust=1631263908359000&usg=AFQjCNHdwjxnhOoki9hF0B8QttEqfHSYgA" href="https://amzn.to/2X8aF3l" style="color: #1155cc;" target="_blank">https://amzn.to/<wbr></wbr>2X8aF3l</a></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">B&N: <a data-saferedirecturl="https://www.google.com/url?q=https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/much-ado-about-dukes-eva-devon/1139361401?ean%3D9781649371409&source=gmail&ust=1631263908359000&usg=AFQjCNE668_MMNS5Oy5CcF42A3GY1vy3-g" href="https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/much-ado-about-dukes-eva-devon/1139361401?ean=9781649371409" style="color: #1155cc;" target="_blank">https://www.<wbr></wbr>barnesandnoble.com/w/much-ado-<wbr></wbr>about-dukes-eva-devon/<wbr></wbr>1139361401?ean=9781649371409</a></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">iBooks: <a data-saferedirecturl="https://www.google.com/url?q=https://books.apple.com/us/book/much-ado-about-dukes/id1579335754&source=gmail&ust=1631263908359000&usg=AFQjCNFfsFiybBP7-1YLYksCAQpOP6BmTg" href="https://books.apple.com/us/book/much-ado-about-dukes/id1579335754" style="color: #1155cc;" target="_blank">https://books.apple.<wbr></wbr>com/us/book/much-ado-about-<wbr></wbr>dukes/id1579335754</a></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Kobo: <a data-saferedirecturl="https://www.google.com/url?q=https://www.kobo.com/ca/en/ebook/much-ado-about-dukes&source=gmail&ust=1631263908359000&usg=AFQjCNEwu3Qnrly8jN7qphDRsp5GT0g17g" href="https://www.kobo.com/ca/en/ebook/much-ado-about-dukes" style="color: #1155cc;" target="_blank">https://www.kobo.com/ca/<wbr></wbr>en/ebook/much-ado-about-dukes</a></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Google play: <a data-saferedirecturl="https://www.google.com/url?q=https://play.google.com/store/books/details/Much_Ado_About_Dukes?id%3DOAg7EAAAQBAJ%26hl%3Den_US%26gl%3DUS&source=gmail&ust=1631263908359000&usg=AFQjCNEhsGUxFkBLvvwjvMrCW8Q621B-gA" href="https://play.google.com/store/books/details/Much_Ado_About_Dukes?id=OAg7EAAAQBAJ&hl=en_US&gl=US" style="color: #1155cc;" target="_blank">https://play.google.com/<wbr></wbr>store/books/details/Much_Ado_<wbr></wbr>About_Dukes?id=OAg7EAAAQBAJ&<wbr></wbr>hl=en_US&gl=US</a></span></div><div><br style="background-color: white; 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Please expect more book reviews on my Blog!</span></p>michie scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15753642853878580429noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1906304986737722908.post-56247131341715588252018-03-25T05:28:00.002-07:002018-03-25T05:28:37.946-07:00HelloI'm back !! expect book review again this coming April.<br />
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<i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span id="freeText16905870034496277200" style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 21px;">She enjoyed her fake marriage…until she fell in love with her brother-in-law.<br /><br />Catherine Bybee serves up excitement and dizzying romance in Single by Saturday, the sequel to Fiancé by Friday and the latest entry in her bestselling Weekday Brides series.<br /><br />Karen Jones: The petite blonde married a Hollywood star, yet she’s the one who spends every day playing a part: the part of a happy wife. A year ago, she agreed to wed a famous actor to diffuse rumors about his personal life. Now, her divorce sits just around the corner, along with a five million dollar payout. However, as she prepares to exit her fake marriage gracefully, her drop-dead-gorgeous brother-in-law walks through the door…and into her heart.<br /><br />Zach Gardner: Dark-haired, blue-eyed hunk Zach crashes Michael and Karen’s fancy one-year anniversary party, determined to meet the wife his brother hid from their family. But sparks fly the moment he and Karen see each other. When the famous couple decides to visit the whole Gardner clan, Karen must keep Michael’s secret under wraps in front of his questioning relatives…including Zach, the man who could be the real love of her life.</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 21px;"> </span></span></i><br />
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<i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 21px;">Carter Billings:</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 21px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 21px;">Sandy blond hair and Hollywood good looks, Carter Billings could have any woman he wants. However, when he makes his bid for the Governor's seat in the state of California, he needs to settle down and become a family man. Eliza, the woman he secretly adores, embodies the perfect amount of spice and passion to suit his marital needs, but she's not interested in becoming Mrs. Billings. She can't even stand to be in the same room with him.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 21px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 21px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 21px;">Eliza Havens:</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 21px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 21px;">It's much easier to drive Carter away than to give into desire. Matching couples is how she earns a living, but getting married isn't an option. The secrets she carries are too dangerous to entangle anyone else. When her hidden identity and past threaten her future, she's left with little choice. Carter is quick to offer solutions to both their problems, but saying yes could mean endangering the man she's growing to love</span></span></i><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 21px;">Gwen Harrison:</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 21px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 21px;">The beautiful, high-born daughter of an English duke came to America to take over her sister-in-law’s matchmaking business. But just because she’s the boss doesn’t mean she can’t fantasize about making her own perfect match with bodyguard Neil MacBain. Will the enigmatic man who haunts her dreams cost her more than she bargained for?</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 21px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 21px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 21px;">Neil MacBain:</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 21px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 21px;">The retired Marine can’t deny the effect blue-blooded Gwen has on his troubled soul or his battle-hardened body. But as a client, Gwen is off-limits—until a threat from Neil’s past returns…and Gwen is caught in the crossfire. Now to keep her safe he will risk it all: his career, his life…and his heart.</span></i></span>michie scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15753642853878580429noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1906304986737722908.post-42744727245285279372016-08-15T11:51:00.003-07:002016-08-15T11:51:26.380-07:00Wife by Wednesday (The Weekday Brides #1)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 21px;">Blake Harrison:</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 21px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 21px;">Rich, titled, and charming…and in need of a wife by Wednesday. Blake turns to Sam Elliot, who isn’t the businessman he expected. Instead, Blake is faced with Samantha Elliot, beautiful and feisty with a voice men call 1-900 numbers to hear.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 21px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 21px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 21px;">Samantha Elliot:</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 21px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 21px;">Owner of matchmaking firm Alliance and not on the marital menu…that is, until Blake offers her ten million dollars for a one-year contract. And there’s nothing indecent about this proposal. The money will really help with her family’s medical bills. All Samantha will need to do is keep her attraction to her new husband to herself and avoid his bed. </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 21px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 21px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 21px;">But Blake’s toe-curling kisses and sexy charm prove too difficult for Sam to resist. It was a marriage contract that planned for everything…except falling in love</span></i></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">As expected C.J gave us a very beautiful,romantic and one of a kind novel. When I read the synopsis but not comfortable reading this story because I'm not in favor of a threesome but C. J did a very good job in expressing the true feelings of the characters in the story. </span></i></span><br />
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<i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Fragile Simplicity by Tara Neideffer<br />(Sweet Haven #2)<br />Publication date: January 29th 2015<br />Genres: New Adult, Romance, Suspense</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">It only took one letter to make every painful memory resurface. But it took Kyleigh Helton thirteen years to bury those memories. The question in that letter will force her to make a difficult decision. Forgive, or continue to let resentment and anger consume her fragile core.</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">The simple life she craves seems miles away when she’s dealing with an ex who won’t let her go and a boyfriend whose problems mimic a past she’d rather forget.</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">She realizes it’s time for things to change. But every decision and change she makes has a consequence, and she begins to wonder if she’s strong enough to handle them.</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">David Madison has been struggling with guilt and grief since his brother’s death and finds comfort in the one thing Kyleigh despises. When a phone call pushes him over the edge and guilt consumes him even more, he breaks a promise to Kyleigh that threatens to tear them apart.</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">As quickly as things fall back into place, his world shatters again, pushing him to the breaking point, and he begins to wonder how much more he can take before he turns to the one addiction that started it all.</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">But he can’t. He promised. He needs to stay strong for Kyleigh. Because now she needs him more than ever, and he won’t let her down again.</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">***This is book two in a trilogy but each book can stand-alone***</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">***Due to sexual content and language, this novel is intended for audiences ages 18+***</span></i><br />
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Pulling
out a handful of mail, she stood next to the mailbox as she shuffled through
the stack. As her eyes fell on the last envelope, her hand flew to her mouth,
almost as if she was containing a scream that had been buried for years. Her
body refused to move as her mouth hung open in shock, her mind telling her that
what she was seeing couldn’t be real. She stood there staring at the letter,
her mind in its own world as everything around her seemed to stand still. Every
noise outside seemed to stop and the only sound she heard was the rapid beating
of her heart.<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"> Kyleigh gripped the white
envelope with enough force that the edges began to crinkle and bend, her shaky
hands making the letters bounce almost to the point that the name was
unreadable, but even with blurry vision from fresh tears careening down her
cheeks, there was no denying whose name was sprawled in a sloppy attempt at
cursive handwriting. It was a name she could never forget.<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 115%;">How did he find me? </span><span style="line-height: 115%;">The questioned pulsed over and over through
her frazzled mind.<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">She absently reached out and placed her hand against the side of the
mailbox for support as all the hurt and fear from so many years ago came
crashing back into her. Her body began to tremble as buried emotions and deeply
embedded memories lit up her mind like the continuous flash of a camera.<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">They were too much to handle.<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"> “Oh, God,” she finally choked out as
sobs began to take over. She bent forward and placed her hands on her knees as
all the emotion fell from her in the form of hot tears. Seconds turned to
minutes and time seemed to drag on forever as the past tore through her fragile
core. Pain, fear, and anger. All these emotions flooded her body without
remorse.<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Sliding
the black helmet down on her head, she looked at David already sitting on the
bike, and watched as he readjusted the mirrors. The vibrations of the black
Harley reverberated against the garage, and she felt excitement build up inside
her. Adrenaline was ricocheting throughout her body, causing her hands to
tremble from the rush, and making her fingers fumble with the straps of her
helmet.<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"> “Come here, let me help,” David said,
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"> Leaning her head within his reach, she
smiled at him as he fastened her helmet, the gesture making her feel like a
little kid.<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"> “All right, you’re secured and ready,”
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"> She gripped his shoulder as she threw
her leg over and then wrapped her arms tightly around his waist. Pressing her
chest firmly against his back, she asked, “How’s this?”<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"> Cocking his head to the left, he gave
her a sideways look, showing a dimple filled cheek as his grin widened.
“Perfect.”<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"> Revving the engine, David slowly took
off down the driveway as she tightened her grip. After a bumpy ride down the
gravel drive, he turned right out of his place, taking them farther into the
country. As they picked up speed, the vibration of the bike between her legs
intensified, and she closed her eyes, enjoying the feel of the wind whipping
against her face. The feeling of flying down the open road was indescribable
and she had the urge to let go of David and hold both her arms out. Her shirt
ruffled up from the breeze and strands of her dark hair flew out from under the
helmet. She inhaled a deep breath, already feeling as though the fresh air was
cleansing her soul. This was exactly what she needed.<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"> “Oh, my God, David, this is
unbelievable. I can’t believe you never took me out on this!” she yelled,
smacking the back of his shoulder.<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"> “Hey!” he yelled, laughing. “Sorry,
you just never mentioned going, so I guess I never thought you’d be
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"> Resting her chin on his shoulder, she
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away with the wind, it’s almost as wonderful as sex.”<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"> “What? No way am I letting my bike
outperform me. I’ll give you the ride of your life later tonight,” he said,
casting a look over his shoulder at her as his hand reached around and squeezed
her thigh.<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"> “Hmm, I’ll be sure to take you up on
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Bringing her gaze up to his, the smile she wore took away all the pain
from a few moments ago. “I love you, David.”<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Clasping her cheeks in each hand, he gave her one last look as he
pressed his lips against hers. His kiss was slow, his tongue moving against
hers in a rhythm that mimicked a slow dance, where the music that played was
the sound of their racing hearts and rapid breathing.<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">With one hand gripping the small of her back, the other tangled in her
brown waves, he began taking small steps forward, directing her backwards to
the couch. Once the back of her legs hit the cushions, they found themselves
falling onto the black leather. He leaned back on his legs, staring down at the
heavy rise and fall of her chest, and finding it hard to take his eyes off the
fullness of her lips. He touched the outline of her cleavage that was peeking
out of her shirt, and as he slid his finger along the crease, he watched her
eyes momentarily close. Pulling his bottom lip into his mouth, he thrust her
shirt down with both hands, giving him the access he craved. The whimper that
escaped her mouth teased him even more, and she arched her back, begging him to
take her. A low growl rumbled deep in his throat as he bent down and pulled her
breast into his mouth.<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">The urgency in her touch as she gripped the back of his head pushed
him along, and before he knew what he was doing, he was yanking the rest of her
clothes off, along with his own.<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">As their bodies folded together, their desire ignited even more, and
before long they were in a seamless rhythm as each breath, each kiss, and each
gasp conveyed the feelings that they couldn’t find the right words for. They
spoke with their bodies and it was a feeling David had feared he’d never
experience again.<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">She squirmed and writhed underneath his weight, doing everything she
could to get free. She couldn’t believe this was happening. She was so close to
escaping.<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">“Get off of me!” she screamed as she dug her nails into the hardwood
floor and tried pulling herself forward. Faint scratches developing on the
hardwood floor were remnants of her despair and the drops of tears landing next
to them showed the extent of her fear. She felt his grip on her thighs
loosening and she began throwing punches blindly at his face as she continued
to try and get herself free. Her ribs screamed with every movement but she bit
down on the pain and continued on. There was no time to stop and breathe.<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Squirming, she finally wriggled a few more inches out of his grasp.
With his hands now hooked around her ankles, she threw one more hit to the top
of his head. Her hand burned from the contact and she yelped from the pain but
she continued to keep wailing her fist into his head and face. When he let one
hand go to shield himself from more of her punches, she yanked her free foot
away and aimed for his face. She felt her foot make contact with something and
she hoped it was his nose. Kicking one leg, she began crawling forward, her
arms burning and his hands trying to snag her legs. But with each kick, she
managed to put a little more distance between them.<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">As another kick hit him square on the jaw, and she felt the absence of
his hands on her body, she scrambled to make a run for it. She was slow to get
back on her feet, and a few steps down the hall she felt her body ignite with
even more pain as he slammed her into the wall.<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Her face connected with the dingy white wall and a muffled cry was
shoved out of her mouth as his body held her against the wall. She was trapped
again. The dampness trailing down her cheeks angered her and she wished her
hands were free so she could wipe them away before Brad saw them. She didn’t
want him to see her upset. The only thing she wanted him to see was her
determination to stay alive. And the hate she felt for him.<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">He blew
out a ragged breath, wondering how much she’d had to drink tonight, and how
much longer he could hear his mother ask for his dead brother before he pulled
out a bottle himself. It seemed they were all just a bunch of drunks. None of
them could get by in life without the help of alcohol, including him. The need
for alcohol ran through his blood as much as blood itself.<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">“Mom, you need to understand that Randy is not here any longer.” He
paused for a moment, dreading the next thing he had to say. He’d said it enough
in the past six months to her that he knew exactly what her reaction was going
to be. “Randy’s dead, Mom. Remember?”<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">“You are a liar, David! How dare you say that about him. He’s staying
at your place, remember. He’s been living with you now for a year. Is he out
somewhere? He’s probably out with a girl, isn’t he?” his mom said with a little
laugh that sounded maniacal, making him shiver.<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">“No, Mom. Randy’s been dead for six months now. Where’s Roger?”<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">More crying sounded through the phone and David grabbed a fistful of
his hair in irritation. Going through this with his mom was almost as bad as going
through Randy’s death all over again. It was as if he was re-living it every
time he had this conversation with her.<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"> The need to drink the guilt away hit
him hard. Hearing his mother ask for her son through a mess of confused tears
tore him apart. He knew it had to be his payback for letting Randy drive away
that night. God was punishing him for doing nothing. He was making him re-live
it every week, through his mother. He sucked in a sharp breath, knowing he
deserved all of this, but also knowing he couldn’t handle it. He needed
something to dull this ache, to make him not care anymore; with each sob coming
from the line the need grew even stronger.<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">The crying was getting so loud now that it began to hurt his head. He
couldn’t console her, she didn’t want it, wouldn’t listen. She just wanted to
torture him with his guilt; hang it above his head until he caved and opened
the bottle. He had the bottle in his hand before he even knew what he was
doing. He looked at the bottle. So many conflicting emotions coursed through
him that he didn’t know which way was up and which way was down. He just wanted
it to stop.<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">One way or the other.<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"> He opened the bottle and brought it to
his mouth just as his mom cried out Randy’s name in a sob that sounded broken
and ragged—just like him.<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"> With the alcohol beginning to burn his
guilt away, he said, “Mom, I’m sorry for everything,” and hung the phone up.</span></i><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 16pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Royal Date by Sariah Wilson<br />Publication date: March 3rd 2015<br />Genres: New Adult, Romance</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">This Cinderella didn’t plan on a prince . . .</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Kat MacTaggart is a girl who has a plan for everything—including her holiday ski trip to Monterra with her best friend. Everything is going according to plan until she finds herself careening out of control down a mountainside and being rescued by a guy who looks like Superman’s hotter Italian cousin.</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">HRH Prince Nico is intrigued by the woman he saved on the slopes and her refusal to date him. He offers Kat a deal—let him show her his country and he’ll pay her to write articles that will help Monterra’s tourism industry. Kat agrees, but given her past and lingering distrust of men, she has one condition—absolutely no kissing.</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Thanks to the claims of a jealous British noblewoman and the schemes of a meddling paparazzo, Kat’s rule doesn’t seem to be a problem at first. But the more Kat gets to know Nico and the people around him, the harder it is to remember her keep-your-distance plan. Should she stick to it or risk everything for a chance at happily ever after?</span></i><br />
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<i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">EXCERPT 1 (1,367
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<i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">“A little light
reading?” His accent was faint, and I couldn’t quite place it. Italian-ish. But
I didn’t care enough to ask. I felt him standing next to my stuffed armchair,
hovering, and sighed. What was it with European men? American guys didn’t give
me the time of day. But over here I was like some kind of dude catnip.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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I didn’t take my eyes off of my book. “Sorry, not interested.”<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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He moved away from me, sitting in an armchair next to mine. Well, I suppose
this was what I got for hanging out in the lodge’s lobby. I should have stayed
in my room until my best friend, Lemon, was ready to leave.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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“You’re not interested in Shakespeare?” he asked. I could hear the amusement in
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“I’m not interested in you.”<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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“Why not?” This guy just could not take a hint. I turned to look at him, ready
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Gorgeous was an understatement. Tall, athletic, high cheekbones, black hair,
and blue eyes. Like Superman’s hotter Italian cousin. He was dressed for a day
of skiing—a black turtleneck with an unzipped royal-blue winter coat. And he
topped it off with a smile, a blinding, unbelievable smile that nearly did me
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He leaned in conspiratorially, and I got a whiff of his cologne. He smelled as
good as he looked. His glacier-blue eyes were full of intensity and fun, and I
wanted to sit and stare into them all day. “I’ve been told I’m very charming.”<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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I didn’t doubt it. I would never have admitted it out loud, but I was very
charmed. Like I was the snake and he was playing a hypnotizing tune that only I
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Plus, I had to consider reality in this situation. No way could this guy really
be hitting on me. He probably dated supermodels and
I . . . didn’t date at all. Like, ever. He was so out of my
league.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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I’d never been so tongue-tied before. I was typically handy with the quips and
comebacks. But I couldn’t respond. I had to look away from him and back at my
book. The words on the page swam around in front of me, and I was unable to
focus on a single one. I needed him to leave so I could regain my equilibrium.
“Nothing personal. Italian men don’t do it for me.”<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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I was the lyingest liar who ever lied.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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“How fortunate for me then that I am Monterran.” He had a deep, rumbly, smooth
voice that felt like honey and laughter mixed together. I wasn’t immune, and he
hadn’t been kidding. He really was disgustingly charming.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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My mouth twitched, wanting to smile. I turned a page, pretending to be entranced.
I was on Christmas break, I reminded myself. I was here in Monterra to ski with
Lemon. It was the last time we would be together before getting our master’s
degrees in a few months. I had priorities and plans, and SuperHottie was not on
the list.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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And if I were being truly honest—he kind of scared me. A guy like that would
have expectations, and I wasn’t like other girls.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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“I’m Nico, by the way.”<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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“That’s nice for you.”<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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But he again failed to parse out the subtext here (and I wasn’t being very
subtextual). Short of blatantly telling him to get lost, what else could I do?
Would I have to be rude? Because instead of realizing that I was a lost cause,
he laughed. He laughed and it did funny things to my insides. I wanted to laugh
with him. And crawl into his lap and beg him to be mine.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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“And you are?” he prompted.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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“Still not interested.” It was becoming a bigger lie as time passed. If some
other guy had pursued me this way, I would have thought it was creepy and
called for security to have him escorted off the mountain. Instead, I secretly
hoped he would keep talking to me.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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I thought he’d finally gotten the message as an entire minute of silence passed
between us before he reached over to look at my book’s spine to see the title.
I gulped in response—his hands were large and masculine, and I wondered how his
long fingers would feel interlaced with mine.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">
I shook my head and let out a shaky breath. I had gone seriously crazy. Like
jumping-on-Oprah’s-couch crazy.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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“Macbeth? I would have guessed Romeo and Juliet.”<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">
I couldn’t help myself. I had to look at him. “Two fifteen-year-olds who kill
themselves in the name of love after only knowing each other for three days? No
thanks.”<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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That smile. He was killing me. “You don’t find it romantic?”<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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“I don’t find anything romantic about suicide.”<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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“You don’t think love at first sight is romantic?” he persisted.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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I’d never believed such a thing possible before this moment, but now I was sort
of getting where Romeo had been coming from. Nico was literally the most
handsome man I’d ever met in real life. If anyone could convince me to believe
in love at first sight, he was the guy.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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“Nope,” I finally managed. He smiled like he didn’t believe me.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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“Nico! Andiamo!”<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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Nico looked over his shoulder at a group of guys who were waving and calling
out to him. He shouted something back to them, and they headed out the door,
hooting and hollering as they went.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">
He stood up. He was taller than I’d first thought. Yummy tall. Way taller than
me tall, and that wasn’t easy to find. “How long will you be in Monterra?”<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">
It was such a personal question my gut reaction was to tell him to mind his own
business, but to my surprise, I found myself saying, “For the next couple of
weeks.”<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">
“May I see your phone?”<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">
I didn’t actually own a cell phone. I could barely afford food.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">
“No phone, and I’m not phone adjacent.”<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">
Nico smiled again, and I wanted to melt into my chair. He reached inside his
coat, pulled out a small white business card, and handed it to me. “If you do
ever find yourself adjacent to a phone while you’re here, please call. I would
love to take you to dinner before you leave.”<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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When I reached out he took my hand and turned it over, leaning down to kiss my
knuckles. A lightning arc exploded inside my hand and zoomed around my entire
body, all the way down to my toenails. I might have gasped, but I decided to
pretend that I would never do something so lame.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">
He straightened back up to put the card in my shaking hand, closing my fingers
around it. “I look forward to your call,” he said as he walked backward toward
the exit. “Ciao, bella.”<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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He left and it took my eyes a second to adjust. Like I’d been staring at the
sun and now had third-degree burns on my retinas. Who did that? Who just kissed
people’s hands like that? This wasn’t the fifteenth century. So weird. And
exciting. But weird.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">
The business card was white and thick. Obviously expensive. There was only a
series of numbers, presumably his telephone number. I flipped the card over.
Blank. Who had a card without a name on it? Just their phone number?<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">
I’d tell you who. A guy who kissed your hand.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">
I closed my book and put it on the coffee table in front of me. I looked at the
card again, turning it over a couple of times as I considered my decision.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">
I didn’t need this while I was here. And I couldn’t let Lemon see it or she’d
hogtie me and force me to call him. I was here to relax, forget about my school
troubles, and enjoy time with my best friend. Boys were not part of the
equation.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">
A massive fire burned in the fireplace across the room. Decision made, I walked
over and before I could change my mind, threw the card into the fire.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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And informed myself that I absolutely, totally and completely did not
regret it.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Now his fingers
were playing with the few tendrils that had escaped my bun. I went still and
forgot to breathe. “There is something I’ve wondered since the moment I met
you.”<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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“What?” My voice sounded breathy and weird.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">
“What this would be like.”<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">
He was going to kiss me, and I was going to let him. My heart started trying to
pound its way out of my chest.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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I should have stopped him. I should have been afraid. But I wasn’t.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">
His kiss was feathery light, barely touching me. His lips were warm, soft, and
strong. If I’d realized earlier they’d feel like this against my own, I
probably would have spent a lot more time studying them. My eyes drifted shut
as my stomach went completely hollow, and a warm thickness started spreading
through all of my limbs. He kissed me again, gentle and persuasive.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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“Relax, bella,” he murmured against my lips, running his fingers along
my jawbone. I realized that I was clenching his shirtfront with my fists. I
loosened my grip. He continued to plant sweet and soft kisses on my lips. “This
works better if you kiss me back,” he said with a smile as he leaned back
slightly to look at me, his eyes glittery and intense. He ran his thumb along
my lower lip, which made all sorts of unmentionable things happen to my
insides.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">
Leave it to me to mess something up as basic as kissing. Fortunately, I wasn’t
a total idiot. I could do what he was doing. Scared as I was, I managed to give
myself a pep talk. I was twenty-four years old. I was the oldest person on the
planet who had never been kissed. I couldn’t have asked for a more perfect
setting, or a more perfect man. So gathering up every bit of courage I
possessed, I leaned in to kiss him. Just a small peck. A little smooch. It was
all I could manage.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">
I pulled back to see a delighted and appreciative look in his eyes.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">
“That wasn’t as bad as I expected.”<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">
“Not as bad as you expected? Katerina, I can do much better than ‘not as bad as
you expected.’”<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">
I hadn’t meant to issue a challenge, but he accepted it anyway. I thought I
heard him growl before he pressed our lips together more firmly, his hands
framing and holding my head in place as he kissed me over and over. It was all
I could do to keep up. Electricity exploded everywhere he touched and kissed
me.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">
Was it possible to die from a kiss?<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">
My hands moved from his shirt to his wrists, and I felt like I was clinging on
for dear life. His kisses started to escalate in intensity until he suddenly
stopped. He leaned his forehead against mine, and we were both breathing fast.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">
“I think . . . I think it’s time for me to return you to
your room.”<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">I
nodded, unable to think.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">
He could have said, “I think it’s time for us to get on a spaceship and fly to
the moon,” and I would have agreed to that, too.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">
What was he doing with his fingers? Everywhere he touched me he left little
pools of flame behind.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">
He was unfairly using his masculine wiles against me, and I was stupidly giving
in. I opened my eyes to see him studying me as he slowly ran his knuckles
against my cheek. “So is that a yes?”<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">
“It will be a yes. I will pretend to date you, go where you want me to, write
what you want me to write. On one condition.”<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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He waited for me to continue.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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“No more kissing.” <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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His hands stilled. “Ma che?” I guessed that was Italian for “What the
frak did you just say?”<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">
“If you think about it, you want me to stay objective when I write the story, don’t
you? So we should take kissing off the table, right?” I didn’t know if I was
trying to convince him or me.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">
“So you’re worried that my kisses will sway you and harm your objectivity?” He
paused, as if considering. “That’s probably true.” He went back to lightly
caressing me, and I worried that I might have to start planning my own funeral
because I was dying.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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But I couldn’t let on just how much he affected me. “Full of yourself much?”<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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He had his face close to mine, and I could feel his smile, hear it in his
voice. He moved to put his lips right above mine. “You and I both know that I
could prove as much right now.”<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">
Of all the things I expected him to do and say, the next thing to come out of
his mouth was not one of them. “I can do that. If you don’t want me to kiss
you, I won’t. I will wait until you ask me to.”<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">
Usually I would have been like, so not going to happen, but in this
case . . . well, I hoped I was strong enough to stick to my
guns.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">
Nico ran his fingers through my hair, and I unconsciously tilted my head to
lean into his open hand. “Am I allowed to still touch you? I’m not sure I can
promise not to touch you.”<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">
“Uh . . .” I meant to say something. I did. He completely
disrupted all of my brain waves.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">
“Because it would seem you like touching me as well.” I opened my eyes and
looked down. I had both of my hands on his bare chest. When had that happened?
I didn’t even remember doing it. My hands obviously had minds of their own. I
clenched them shut and put them back in my lap.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">
“Touching is okay, I guess,” I said in that same breathy voice that I only had
around him, and now felt like my new permanent one. To be fair, and putting
aside the fact that I enjoyed it, Monterrans had repeatedly proven themselves
to be an affectionate and kind of handsy people. I couldn’t exactly say no to
him for something that was cultural, could I?<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">
Yes, even in my foggy haze I was aware of my pathetic attempts to justify and
rationalize.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">
“Good. Although I don’t know if it’s very fair to give a man a taste of heaven
and tell him he can’t have it again.”<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">
My heart barreled against my chest as he did that thing where he ran his thumb
gently over my lips, across my jawline, back to my lips. I sort of loved that.
I would probably give up my firstborn child if we could just stay in this spot
all night doing that.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">
I was going to lose every last bit of resolve I had.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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barely started to rise when I woke up. I had a small moment of disorientation,
not sure where I was or what was going on. I quickly remembered because Nico
had shifted at some point in the night and was lying on his side, facing me. He
still had his arms wrapped around me, and our legs were intertwined. I had
never been this physically close to someone. My nerves were hyperaware and
sensitive at every point where our bodies made contact. And there were a lot of
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He opened his eyes, and his piercing blue gaze turned the thudding into
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“I do. Last night was the best night’s sleep I’ve had in I don’t know how
long.” He started tracing patterns on my back with his fingers, running them up
and down, making me cold and hot at the same time. “It seems I’ll just have to
fall asleep with you every night if I ever want to sleep that well again.”<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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tightened my hold on him, without even realizing it. I only knew I wanted to be
closer to him.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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His fingers stilled, and I opened my eyes to look at him. He was staring at my
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“They’re adorable.” He moved my hands and kissed the bridge of my nose. He was
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adorable. Beautiful.”<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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I glanced off to the side, not able to endure the intensity of his gaze.. My
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I looked back at him, studying him in return. He hadn’t pressured me or made me
feel dumb or dumped me or anything that I expected a man to do if I told him I
wouldn’t kiss him. He had respected me. Spoiled me beyond belief. Wooed me with
his words and his actions. Had proved himself reliable and worthy of my trust
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He pulled back, looking serious. “Does this mean . . . ?”
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 19.3199996948242px; text-align: left;"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">31 Days of Winter </span></i></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 19.3199996948242px; text-align: left;"><span style="line-height: 19.3199996948242px;"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">The gorgeous caretaker of the island that she has escaped to however, instantly challenges that plan. Sexual sparks fly from the moment he picks her up from the airport. Yet while the mutual attraction is undeniable, he insists that nothing can ever happen between them, they can only be friends. As they spend more and more time together, is it a promise that he can keep? Can a man and a woman with sizzling chemistry really just be friends?</span></i></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; text-align: left;"><span style="line-height: 19.3199996948242px;"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">He wants to know Ellie's life story, but refuses to give away much about himself, not least where he disappears to for four hours every day. Ellie is intrigued by him, and becomes determined to break down his emotional walls, as well as tempt him into her bed. But when she finds out his secret, will she still want him?</span></i></span></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Author - C. J Fallowfield</span></i><br />
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<i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Genre - New Adult Romance</span></i><br />
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<i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Ratings - 5 Books</span></i><br />
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<i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Source - ARC from the author in exchange for an honest review</span></i><br />
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<i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">This book is awesome, the story is unique and I'm hooked from page 1 until the end of the story. Dan is a mysterious guy. The chemistry is very obvious and they are attracted with each other. Dan did his best to avoid Ellie and fight the urge to touch her. Ellie is liberated and very open on her feelings towards Dan. </span></i><br />
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<i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Dan is a complex man, one moment he is so sweet then after awhile he will withdraw and put distance between them. </span></i><br />
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<i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Love the Way You Lie by Skye Warren<br />Publication date: <span class="aBn" data-term="goog_424880982" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-bottom-style: dashed; border-bottom-width: 1px; position: relative; top: -2px; z-index: 0;" tabindex="0"><span class="aQJ" style="position: relative; top: 2px; z-index: -1;">March 12th 2015</span></span><br />Genres: Adult, Romance</span></i></div>
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<em><strong><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">A dark romance about the lies that lead us down…</span></strong></em><br />
<i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">I’ll do anything to get safe, even if that means working at the scariest club in town.</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">I’ll do anything to stay hidden, even if it means taking off my clothes for strangers.</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">I’ll do anything to be free. Except give him up. When he looks at me, I forget why I can’t have him. He’s beautiful and scarred. His body fits mine, filling the places where I’m hollow, rough where I am soft.</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">He’s the one man who wants to help me, but he has his own agenda. He has questions I can’t answer.</span></i><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">What are you afraid of?</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">You.</span></em></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I’m
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explores taboo themes like betrayal and redemption, overlayed with suspense. If
you’re up for something dangerous, disturbing and erotic, take a look…<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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the Way You Lie has a stripper heroine and a mysterious lone biker who is first
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<i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">This
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what strength is about.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Nothing and everything. I love the actual
writing, coming up with a story and falling in love with them. But reader
expectation is such a tough thing—it’s tough in any genre but has particular
challenges for dark books. Even the word dark
means different things to different readers. But ultimately I can only write
the books I love and hope that my readers enjoy them.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Why
are these anti-heroes so damn appealing? Well, for one thing, they are tough
and driven. They don’t take crap from anyone…even the heroine, sometimes. They
often do follow their own code of honor, it just doesn’t necessarily match
everyone else’s. But I think it’s something more elemental than that. A man who
takes what he wants, damn the rules? Well…it’s plain sexy.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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makes a sex scene sexy to you? Or alternately, what do you do to write hot
scenes?<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I
love a scene I can get lost in, both the physical sensations and the emotional
resonance. And what I find most sexy is when power comes into play. Not with
games, but where one side has the upper hand, the mingling of distrust and desire,
of wariness and want. <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">What happens in love might destroy you... </span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Or remake you all together. </span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">I make a living offering men and women their ultimate fantasies…as submissives of <span class="il">the</span> mysterious Mistress Hathaway. </span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">I've never surrendered to anyone. That's not <span class="il">the</span> way it works. Or rather, not <span class="il">the</span> way I operate. </span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">But when <span class="il">the</span> gorgeous Fin MacKenzie shows up in my life, he throws everything out of balance. </span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Now I'm not sure who I am anymore, and I'm questioning everything. </span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">What woman can turn away from a gorgeous Scotsman, especially when he sets her body on fire and her heart ablaze? </span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">I have to stop it…us. I can't keep going like this. It will ruin everything I've worked so hard to build. </span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Who am I if I surrender to him? Worse yet, who am I if I don't?</span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>How did you come up
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>I’m
usually a terrible person for titles, but for Lux, who draws such tight
boundaries around herself and then fights breaking them (or breaks them and
hates herself for it), this book was easy to name. Usually, titles come to me
in that weird hour of the morning when I’m awake, but not
willing to admit it. <o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>What are some of
the references that you used while researching this book?<o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>I’m
pretty familiar with the BDSM lifestyle, so with the exception of a few quick Google
searches, I went off my previous experience meeting people who are active in
the lifestyle. For Scottish accents, though, I did ask a few lovely women for
help, and they were great. I also watched Scottish made movies, where the main
characters were modern day Scots, which also helped inform the dialogue. <o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>There’s
one horse-training scene in the book, and for that, I asked a horse trainer to
read the section to make sure I nailed “round-pen” training. I used to
ride and help train horses, but I never did round-pen training on my own.<o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>What do you think
most characterizes your writing?<o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>The theme of my
writing always focuses on our need for freedom juxtaposed against our need for
structure. ☺<o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>What was the
hardest part of writing this book? <o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>The hardest part of
this book was [spoiler alert!] hurting Fin. I loved Lux from the beginning, but
Fin’s character wasn’t complete in my head when I started. But the
more I wrote Fin, the more I understood who he was and why he was enthralled
with Lux. And hurting him was hard.<o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>What did you enjoy
most about writing this book?<o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>The humor. Lux
cracks me up, and Fin is so unexpectedly funny.<o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>Do you have a
specific writing style? <o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>I like to say I’m
very commercial, but with a broad vocabulary! I like to use words that pack
punch. <o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>What are your
current projects?<o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><a href="https://www.blogger.com/null" name="_GoBack">The next book in
the Without a Trace series is Crossing the Line, which is Ella and Ian</a>’s story, and I’m finishing that up
now. It will go to my editor this month (yikes!). Then I’ll be working on Tracing
the Line (Zi’s story) next. <o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>Is there a message
in your novel that you want readers to grasp? <o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>I think there’s a
tendency in romance novels to downplay how they affect our lives. While I have
no illusions that my book will make any grand statements that will bring about
world peace, I hope seeing that even someone as in-charge and dominant as Lux
can have a vulnerable side and that it doesn’t make us less
because we admit it, will allow others to embrace there own. That’<span lang="FR">s Lux</span>’s struggle, and for
many of us, it’s the balancing act we play in our heads. So I
hope every reader will not only enjoy watching two people fall for each other,
complete with bumps and boo-boos, but also will feel more empowered to allow
their brokenness to show. We all have those poorly mended corners, and we
deserve to be loved because of them, not in spite of them.</i></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Shopping for a Billionaire’s Fiancee by Julia Kent</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">(Shopping for a Billionaire #6)</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Publication date: <span class="aBn" data-term="goog_967113007" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-bottom-style: dashed; border-bottom-width: 1px; position: relative; top: -2px; z-index: 0;" tabindex="0"><span class="aQJ" style="position: relative; top: 2px; z-index: -1;">February 26th 2015</span></span></span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Genres: Comedy, New Adult, Romance</span></i></div>
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<strong><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">All of our best dates end up in the emergency room….</span></i></strong><br />
<i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">I planned the perfect proposal. Plenty of lobster, caviar, champagne and–her favorite–tiramisu. The perfect setting. The perfect woman. The perfect everything.</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Dad gave me my late mother’s engagement ring, platinum and diamonds galore. Shannon wouldn’t care if I slid a giant hard-candy ring on her finger instead of a three-carat diamond designed to impress. But my future mother-in-law, Marie, will pass out when she sets eyes on that rock, which will give us two minutes of blessed silence. That woman talks more than Kim Kardashian flashes her naked backside on the internet.</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">I was going to make it perfect, from the color of the tablecloth to the freshness of the roses. And it was perfect.</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Until Shannon swallowed the ring.</span></i><br />
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<i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Shopping for a Billionaire’s Fiancée gives near-billionaire Declan McCormick the chance to tell his story in this continuation of the New York Times and USA Today bestselling Shopping for a Billionaire series.</span></i><br />
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<i><b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="text-align: start;"> </span><a href="http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/shopping-for-a-billionaires-fiancee-julia-kent/1121000784?ean=9781937544218" style="text-align: start;">B&N</a>/<a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00ROH9ML0/ref=x_gr_w_bb?ie=UTF8&tag=httpwwwgoodco-20&linkCode=as2&camp=1789&creative=9325&creativeASIN=B00ROH9ML0&SubscriptionId=1MGPYB6YW3HWK55XCGG2" style="text-align: start;">Amazon</a>/<a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/24350644-shopping-for-a-billionaire-s-fiancee?ac=1" style="text-align: start;">Goodreads</a></span></b></i><br />
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<i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author Julia Kent writes romantic comedy with an edge, and new adult books that push contemporary boundaries. From billionaires to BBWs to rock stars, Julia finds a sensual, goofy joy in every book she writes, but unlike Trevor from Random Acts of Crazy, she has never kissed a chicken.<br /><br />Author links:</span></i></div>
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<a href="http://www.jkentauthor.com/" style="color: #1155cc;" target="_blank"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">http://www.jkentauthor.com/</span></i></a></div>
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<a href="https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/3238619.Julia_Kent" style="color: #1155cc;" target="_blank"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">https://www.goodreads.com/<wbr></wbr>author/show/3238619.Julia_Kent</span></i></a></div>
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