BOOK COVER REVEAL: Because of Lila by Abbi Glines

Because of Lila (Sea Breeze Meets Rosemary Beach #2)

by Abbi Glines

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Prim, proper, classic good girl, and her least favorite label – icy.

Lila Kate Carter has heard them all. The last one, being the newest. She is not icy. She just doesn’t care for Cruz Kerrington and his spoiled, selfish, careless ways. That doesn’t make her icy, that makes him a jerk!

Tired of being labeled and doing what is expected of her, Lila Kate leaves Rosemary Beach, Florida ready for an adventure. Wanting to recreate herself, find a new path, and become something more.

Eli Hardy is tired of women who always act the same, do the same thing and expect the same thing. He’s ready to swear off women until he can get the rest of his life together.

Two weeks into his no-women-rule he meets Lila. She’s so damn sweet and polite. Like she walked right out of an etiquette book. But he’d already been drunk before she walked in so there was a good chance she might not be as stunning and perfect as he thinks. He’s just too drunk to worry about that.

The next morning, he swears he can still smell her on his skin. He just can’t remember why or what happened after that third dance.

Their worlds are about to collide, and so are the secrets and lies.


I did not expect the Lila Kate and Eli pairing. I think most of us were rooting for Lila and Cruz… or probably just Cruz’ story? Just kidding. We all love these kiddos, of course. Some of us just have their own favorites. Anyway, I cannot wait for another book by Abbi! I feel like it’s been forever since I read about this crew. Hmm, I can feel a reread is in order. 😉

Lila Kate’s story will be coming this July 11th, go pre-order now!

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BOOK TEASER: Tycoon by Katy Evans

Tycoon

by Katy Evans

Tycoon

He wasn’t always this rich. This hot. This difficult.

Aaric Christos was a guy who protected me. Wanted me. Maybe even loved me.

That man is gone.

In his place is the most powerful real estate tycoon in the city.

He’s a cold, ruthless, aggressive businessman.

The only one who can save me and my startup from ruin.

It takes every ounce of courage to put my pride aside and ask for his help.

I didn’t expect him to offer it easily.

And he doesn’t.

Instead, he vets me harder than he’s vetted anyone.

Don’t invest in what you don’t know, he says.

He’s assessing every piece of me, to the point I’ve never felt so bare.

I yearn for the boy I once knew, whose touch once craved me.

Putting it all on the line will be worth it, I tell myself.

Until I realize—too late—that some risks are not worth taking


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Today’s Releases! [May 30, 2017]

White Hot (Hidden Legacy #2)

HL2Nevada Baylor has a unique and secret skill—she knows when people are lying—and she’s used that magic (along with plain, hard work) to keep her colorful and close-knit family’s detective agency afloat. But her new case pits her against the shadowy forces that almost destroyed the city of Houston once before, bringing Nevada back into contact with Connor “Mad” Rogan.

Rogan is a billionaire Prime—the highest rank of magic user—and as unreadable as ever, despite Nevada’s “talent.” But there’s no hiding the sparks between them. Now that the stakes are even higher, both professionally and personally, and their foes are unimaginably powerful, Rogan and Nevada will find that nothing burns like ice…

Shacking Up

Shacking Up

Ruby Scott is months behind on rent and can’t seem to land a steady job. She has one chance to turn things around with a big audition. But instead of getting her big break, she gets sick as a dog and completely bombs it in the most humiliating fashion. All thanks to a mysterious, gorgeous guy who kissed—and then coughed on—her at a party the night before.

Luckily, her best friend might have found the perfect opportunity; a job staying at the lavish penthouse apartment of hotel magnate Bancroft Mills while he’s out of town, taking care of his exotic pets. But when the newly-evicted Ruby arrives to meet her new employer, it turns out Bane is the same guy who got her sick.

Seeing his role in Ruby’s dilemma, Bane offers her a permanent job as his live-in pet sitter until she can get back on her feet. Filled with hilariously awkward encounters and enough sexual tension to heat a New York City block, Shacking Up, from NYT and USA Today bestselling author Helena Hunting, is sure to keep you laughing and swooning all night long.

 

Sad Girls

Sad Girls

“Your first love isn’t the first person you give your heart to—it’s the first one who breaks it.”

Sad Girls is the much anticipated debut novel from international best-selling author Lang Leav. A beautifully written and emotionally charged coming of age story, where young love, dark secrets, and tragedy collide.

School is almost out for Audrey, but the panic attacks are just beginning. Because Audrey told a lie and now her classmate, Ana, is dead. Just as her world begins to spin out of control, Audrey meets the enigmatic Rad—the boy who could turn it all around. But will their ill-timed romance drive her closer to the edge?

Treasure Me (One Night with Sole Regret #10)

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He’s trapped by his past…

Just after Sole Regret’s soulful guitarist Kellen Jamison traded his five-years of abstinence for a tying good time with a beautiful classical composer, his past comes back to haunt him once again. Unsure if he’ll ever really move on, especially with his departed fiancée’s pregnant doppelganger hanging all over his best friend, Kellen must decide who he treasures most—his talented new lover, the woman he swore to love beyond death, or someone he never expected to want.

She’s blinded by her future…

Dawn O’Reilly is well on her way to her happily ever after. Her latest composition is making waves in Hollywood, and opportunity is practically knocking her door off its hinges. She’s met the man of her dreams, and they click on such a deep level that she knows he’s worth the fight—even if all he’s fighting are ghosts. But with her own success pulling her from Kellen when he needs her most, can she ever really be his treasured one? Or will someone else take the coveted spot in his heart?


Above are just my favorites. I have waited a very long time for these darlings. Give these authors a chance, you wouldn’t regret reading anything of theirs. The books below also released today and now live, go check them out!

 

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Trophy Wife by Alessandra Torre

Trophy Wife

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After finishing college with student loans, Candace Tapers’ dream of using her degree goes up to flames when the reality of finding job seemed fruitless. Now, Candace works the pole to make ends meet. Until he met Nathan Dumont. He needed a wife. She needed money. It was a perfect contract but secrets can’t be hidden forever. 

I thought I was trading a strip club for a mansion and Ramen noodles for caviar. I did not realize I was selling my soul to the devil.

I’ve read a lot of Alessandra Torre’s books and Trophy Wife had her style written all over it. It has the perfect mix of romance, eroticism and suspense. I had a hard time putting this book down because every chapter leaves me hanging. Her characters gave off the same feels like the ones in Black Lies. Personally, I don’t think it’s a bad thing. Candace and Nathan were just perfect for this story.

I love how demure and sassy Candace can be. She dealt whatever hand life gave and made grueling choices in expense of her own well-being. Candace may have a few moments but she put her own happiness first in the end. I had mixed feelings regarding Nathan. Was he a knight in a dark horse? Or the villain hiding behind a handsome face? He was so frustrating. One minute I was falling for him, the next I’m plotting all the ways to kill him. I had a hard time forgiving him for what he made Candace do chapter 30. However, my heart cries out to them both at the end. Their love is just so passionately explosive.

I was expecting a more dramatic scene than what happened in chapter 52. My gosh I was so frustrated with them! I want to slap a bitch. It was like the blissfully happy few chapters never happened. I need Nathan’s POV of those moments. I have lots of questions with the other characters. Like, you know, Drew? I’m curious what happened with him after. Nonetheless, I am so incredibly happy I read this book. It is an excellent read if you’re in the mood for some romantic erotica and just curl up in bed.

Read: April 2017

Rating: 4.5 Stars

BOOK UPDATE: Devil’s Night Series by Penelope Douglas

Hideaway (Devil’s Night #2)

by Penelope Douglas

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Buried in the shadows of the city, there’s a hotel called The Pope. Ailing, empty, and dark—it sits abandoned and surrounded by a forgotten mystery.

But you think it’s true, don’t you, Kai Mori? The story about the hidden twelfth floor. The mystery of the dark guest who never checked in and never checks out. You think I can help you find that secret hideaway and get to him, don’t you?

You and your friends can try to scare me. You can try to push me. Because even though I struggle to hide everything I feel when you look at me—and have ever since I was a girl—I still know that what you seek is so much closer than you’ll ever realize.

I will never betray him.

So sit tight.

On Devil’s Night, the hunt will be coming to you.

KAI

You have no idea what I seek, Little One. You don’t know what I had to become to survive three years in prison for a crime I would gladly commit again.

No one can know what I’ve turned into.

I want that hotel, I want to find him, and I want this over.

I want my life back.

But the more I’m around you, the more I realize this new me is exactly who I was meant to be.

So come on, kid. Don’t chicken out. My house is on the hill. So many ways in, and good luck finding your way out.

I’ve seen your hideaway. Time to see mine.


What a gorgeous cover, don’t you think? It’s very different from the initial cover (which you can see here) but it’s still so very Kai. The reason for the cover change according to Penelope Douglas, “I didn’t like it. No fault of the designer, I just felt the image was generic and wanted something more “me“.” But I have to admit that the previous cover gave me more suspenseful feels. I don’t know what’s the writing in the cover of this one…

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CHAPTER REVEAL: Roommates With Benefits by Nicole Williams

Roommates With Benefits

by Nicole Williams

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Coming June 5th

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Meet Hayden and Soren for the first time!

CHAPTER 1

I felt like all of my dreams had, or were about to, come true.

​Waved farewell to Podunk hometown? Check.

​Arrived in posh metropolis with luggage in tow? Check.

​Signed to a top agency? Check.

​About to roll up to my swanky new pad? Check.

​The world wasn’t just at my fingertips—I felt like it was clutched in the palm of my hand. All the obstacles—everything I’d had to overcome to get here—and I’d done it. I’d paid the price. Now I was ready to reap the darn reward.

​“Oh, crap.” My heart soared into my throat when I glanced at the taximeter for the first time since leaving the airport. I’d been totally preoccupied with staring at the bright lights and sights of New York City. “Is that how much it will cost for the entire ride? Hopefully?” My eyes widened when the meter tacked on another fifty cents.

​The driver glanced at me through the rearview. He must have thought I was making a joke until he saw my face. “What? You serious, kid?” His meaty arm draped across the passenger seat. “That’s how much it costs to get to right here.” He speared his finger out the window, two bushy brows lifting. “There’s still another mile before we hit the address you gave me.”

​“Pull over. Please. Pull over.”

Digging inside my purse, I counted out what I owed the driver. Which left me with a whole two dollars and some cents to my name. Ever since I was a little girl declaring my plans to make it in the big city, everyone had been warning me that New York City was expensive. I guessed I hadn’t realized that translated to public transportation as well.
​Once the driver had pulled up to the curb, I handed him what I owed. He waited, blinking at me like I was missing something.

​“Oh, yeah.” I pulled out the last two dollars and handful of cents I had left for the tip. Even dropping the last penny to my name in his palm, it was a puny tip.

​Heaving a sigh, he crawled out his door to pull my suitcase from the trunk. The dark streets looked different now that I’d be walking them alone.

“Do you have a map or anything I might be able to have?” I asked as he rolled my suitcase around to me.

​The driver pointed his finger down the street we were on. “Keep going straight one mile. That will get you there.”

​I felt my palms clam up when I realized I was about to attempt to navigate on foot a city I’d never been to, with all of my personal belongings in tow, without a dollar to my name. The small-town girl I’d been wanted to cry and run to the first phone to call home. The big-city woman I was born to be had me clutching the handle of my luggage and lifting my chin. By the time, I took my first step toward my new life, the taxi was long gone.

Even though it was almost eight at night, the streets were still bustling. Unlike Hastings, Nebraska, where a person could hear the whir of their neighbor’s washing machine by nine every night, New York looked like it was just getting warmed up. Cars whipping up and down the streets, horns blasting, people moving, bikes weaving in and out through it all; this was an entirely different life than the one I’d grown up knowing.

​I loved it.

​I felt like I passed more people on every block than had made up the whole population of Hastings, and the people here were dressed like they were off to a meeting with foreign dignitaries, instead of the 4-H meeting every Saturday morning at The Hastings Grange.

Fashion. God, I loved fashion. Designing it was my endgame, but first, I had to get my foot in the door however I could. Modeling would give me that opportunity.

​By the time I’d rolled myself and my luggage down what felt like a million city blocks, I figured I had another three or four to go. My feet were killing me, since I’d worn heels instead of the comfy flats my mom had suggested when dropping me off at the airport earlier. I’d argued that I didn’t want to arrive in NYC with faux leather loafers, but man, those discount store flats sounded pretty amazing right now.

​Sheer willpower got me through the last few blocks, and I arrived at what I guessed was my destination, afraid to look at my feet for fear of finding them swimming in pools of blood or swollen beyond recognition. Or on fire, based on the feeling coming from them.

​When I stopped in front of the address I’d written down, I had to triple-check that the numbers on my paper matched the ones on the outside of the building. They did, but this sure didn’t look like Big City Living at its Finest, as the classified had listed. It more looked like Big City Living at its Most Primitive.

​Then again, maybe it was one of those apartment buildings that looked like a dump on the outside but was a palace on the inside. You know, to keep the bourgeois away. That had to be it. There was probably a chandelier hanging in the elevator and the hallways were lined with gleaming white marble, but no one would guess that from the outside.

​Doing one final check to make sure I was at the right address, I lugged my suitcase up the stairs. Someone was leaving as I made it to the front door, but either they didn’t see me or didn’t care to hold the door open for the woman in three-inch heels wrestling a monster-sized bag into submission. The door practically slammed in my face, heavy enough it almost sent me sprawling backward. I managed to snag the handle to keep it open long enough to shove inside.

​Okay, so there were a lot of differences between Hastings and New York City.
​I still loved it. A lot.

​It would just take an adjustment period to get used to. Before I knew it, I’d be keeping up with the best of the city girls.

​Once I’d made it past the front door, I paused to catch my breath and take in the interior of the apartment building. So the halls weren’t exactly lined in marble. Or gleaming, whatever surface it was they were covered with. There was an elevator though, but as I took my first steps toward it, I noticed the sign taped to the doors. Out of Order.

​Why not?

​Shuffling toward the bottom of the staircase, I stared up them, thankful there were only six floors to the top. Kicking off my heels, I collected them in one hand and started heaving my suitcase up all six flights, one stair at a time.

The upside to arriving on the sixth floor in a panting, sweating mess? I’d just gotten my cardio in. For the whole week.

​My chest felt like it was about to explode as I rolled down the hall, checking the number on each door as I passed. There wasn’t any marble up here either. Or chandeliers. Or anything that held a semblance of shine, actually.

​There was a smell though—a mix of mildew and garbage and. . . some other scent I didn’t want to assign a name to. A couple of bulbs were burnt out on the ceiling, casting an eerie tone to the environment.

There were noises, too. Music, hammering, talking, screaming . . . other heavy breathing sounds. It was like the walls were made of plastic wrap and painted white’ish to give the illusion of privacy. I could hear every word of the heated conversation coming from the door behind me.

​Number sixty-nine. That was a number nine, right? I checked the piece of paper in my hand just to be sure. Yep. My eyes weren’t playing tricks on me. The door’s paint was chipping, the numbers cockeyed, and from the damage done to it where the locks were, it looked like there’d been multiple attempts to break into it. There was nothing welcoming about this door.

​This couldn’t be the right place. No way. I had to have written something down wrong, or misread the address outside, or something—anything—that would assure me this wasn’t the place where I was about to spend the next six months of my life.

​As I debated knocking on the door or fleeing from it, a door screeched open down the hall.

​“You finally made it.” A young guy emerged through the door, his focus on me. “Have you been waiting there long? When you were late, I decided to swing by Mrs. Lopez’s and give her a hand with a few things.” He was still talking to me as he slid his feet into a worn pair of Converse. His fly was down too, but that didn’t seem to be on his concern radar.

​It looked like he’d decided to give Mrs. Lopez more than just a hand.

​“Oh, god. You don’t speak English, do you?” He exhaled, making his way down the hall. “You’re one of those Eastern European chicks, right?”

​I stepped back as he moved closer.

In another situation, I wouldn’t have been trying to back away from the stranger approaching with a look that could make the most frigid of girls melt. He was easy to look at—a little too easy—walking that ever-so-fine line of cute meets hot. He was cute-hot. Hot-cute. Whatever. He was candy to the eyes, and had we run into each other at the Jolt Café back in Hastings, I wouldn’t have been creeping away from him as I was now.

“Do I know you?” I asked.

He finally realized his proximity was making me uncomfortable, and he stopped right outside of Number Sixty-Nine. “You do speak English. Good. Because I’m not sure I have the brain space to figure out how to say ‘The water bill’s due yesterday’ in Latvian.”

I guessed the look on my face echoed my prior question.

“Soren Decker.” He held out his hand then slid it into his jeans’ pocket when it caught nothing but airtime. “And you are . . . ?”

“Not at the right address. Clearly.”

He leaned into the dilapidated door. “What address are you looking for?”

I had to lift the piece of paper in my hand to remember. Once I read it off, he shrugged.
“You have arrived at your destination.”

That’s what I was afraid of. “I must have the wrong apartment number then.”

The way he was looking at me told me exactly what he was thinking—that I was mental. “What apartment are you looking for?”

Another review of the paper. Just to be sure. “Sixty-nine.”

When his brows bounced, I felt my cheeks heat. I balanced my temporary embarrassment by narrowing my eyes.

“Sixty-nine.” He rapped his knuckle below the crooked numbers on the door. “Home sweet home.”

That was when the obvious started to settle in. “You’re looking for a roommate? You posted the ad I responded to?” I swallowed. “You?”

He glanced down at himself like he was checking for a stain on his shirt. In the process, he noticed his fly was still open. “I really didn’t think this would be so confusing,” he said, pulling his zipper back into place. “Yes, this is the right address. Yes, this is lucky apartment number sixty-nine. And yes, I am the one looking for a roomie, who you replied to last week.”

My heart had lodged into the back of my throat from the feel of it. This was the person I’d be living with? This was who I’d be sharing the same space with for the next half year?

He looked part California surfer, part vintage Hollywood film star. Pretty much the type of guy anyone attracted to males and in possession of a functioning set of eyes would drip some degree of drool over. Light hair, blue eyes that projected trouble, matching his smirky smile, good—great—body; he was pretty much the result of creation’s best efforts.

Most girls probably would have been chanting jackpot in their heads, but I gaped at the perfection that was him, freaking out.

“You said you were looking for a girl,” I said.

“I am.” He motioned at me.

I motioned right back at him. “You’re a guy.”

“Wow. Okay. So much confusion.” He shifted from one foot to the other, tipping back the red ball cap on his head.

“Why would you prefer a girl roommate when you’re a guy?”

Again, the look that implied I wasn’t the sharpest knife in the drawer. If he kept it up, I was going to start throwing daggers at him. Provided I had any. Or even one. Which I didn’t, because airline regulations and all.

“For obvious reasons,” he said.

“For obvious reasons like what? A built-in bedmate?”

His expression flattened as he realized what I was getting at. “You think I’m looking for some kind of ‘roommates with benefits’ type of thing?” He rubbed his chin like he was considering it right that moment. “I hadn’t thought about that, but now that you mention it . . .” Whatever he saw when he glanced at me sparked an amused gleam in his eyes. “I’m not looking for that. I swear.”

“Then why insist on a female roommate?”

“Because the female species tends to be neater than the male, ape variety. Plus, you smell better, too.” His hand dropped to the doorknob. Before he opened the door, he tipped his chin at me. “And you’re nicer to look at.” When I didn’t move after he motioned inside the apartment, he leaned into the hall and crossed his arms. “Come on, give it to me. I can tell you’re dying to say whatever it is you’ve been biting your tongue over since I had the nerve to address you.”

The way he said it, I realized I was maybe leaning toward the bitchy end of the spectrum. “It’s just that I thought you were a girl. I didn’t realize the person I’d agreed to room with was a guy.”

“That’s not my fault.” As soon as my mouth opened to argue, he added, “You could have asked. But you didn’t. You assumed.”

My teeth chewed on the inside of my cheek, hating that he was right.

“If you’re uncomfortable moving in because I’m a guy, okay, no problem. I’m not going to force you to move in. Even though I took down the ‘roommate wanted’ ad when you placed dibs. Losing out on a whole week of finding someone.”

My fingers pinched the bridge of my nose as I struggled to form one rational thought. If this guy would shut it for one minute, I could think.

“You know, and what’s this whole thing about gender equality and erasing those lines that used to separate the sexes? You’re pretty much saying you’re okay with moving in with a total stranger, sight unseen, just so long as that stranger doesn’t come equipped with a scrotum.”

“What?” My hand dropped back at my side. “Gross. Just stop talking. Please. Give me a second to try to figure out what is happening right now . . .”

Squeezing his lips together, he tipped his head back against the wall, making a “carry on” motion in my direction.

Okay. Think.

Swanky new pad was more a nasty, biohazardous dump.

Hip New York roommate was more a crass, vile entity of dubious intentions. Who came equipped with a scrotum, as he’d so articulately put it.

I had an appointment in the morning with the agency, potential go-sees right after, and a whole zero dollars and zero cents to my name. A hotel was out. A really shady motel was out. I supposed I could sleep on a park bench, but instead of just one man, I’d have to be worried about the rest of the city sneaking up on me as I slept.

I didn’t have many options.

Actually, I wasn’t sure I had any at all.

Taking another good look at him, he didn’t seem so bad. He wasn’t tattooed from head to toe, didn’t have that predatory look parents taught their daughters to identify from twenty paces back, and he didn’t reek of alcohol or other substances of questionable repute.

He was no Boy Scout, that was for darn sure, but he didn’t have the look of an axe murderer either. Besides, I was a tough chick. If he tried anything, he wouldn’t walk away with that cute-hot face unscathed.

“I’m Hayden.” I rolled my shoulders back and crossed the distance. “Hayden Hayes.”

“Soren Decker. In case you missed it the first time.” He held out his hand as I approached. “By the way, I’m a dude. You know, to clear up any confusion you might have on the subject.”

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