Month: February 2019

Cover Reveal: Marriage For One by Ella Maise

Cover Reveal: Marriage For One by Ella Maise

Today we are revealing the gorgeous cover for Ella Maise’s new contemporary romance book coming this May ~Marriage for One 

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Blurb Coming Soon!

Note to My Past Self : Do NOT get married to the handsome stranger.

Releases 9th May 2019

Cover Designer: Ella Maise

Photographer: Rafa Gallar

Model: Jason Morgan

About Ella Maise

I’m a big dreamer. And that’s how it all started for me, really. Reading and dreaming. I love nothing more than to escape real life to find those very few magical moments in a book. I love how it has the power of stealing your worries away, putting a smile on your face even when smiling is the last thing on your mind. Crushing on fictional characters is also another bonus. Through my words, if I can manage to make even one-person smile, it means I’ve done my job well.

Writing became my world and I can’t imagine myself doing anything other than creating new characters and telling their stories. You know how some things simply makes your heart burst with happiness? A really good book, a puppy, hugging someone you’ve been missing like crazy? That’s what writing does to me. And all the hard work, all the sleepless nights, all the anxiety that comes with publishing…everything is worth it at the end.

ARC Review: Devil’s Daughter by Lisa Kleypas

I received this book for free in exchange for an honest review. This does not affect my opinion of the book or the content of my review.

ARC Review: Devil’s Daughter by Lisa KleypasDevil's Daughter by Lisa Kleypas
Series: The Ravenels #5
Published by Avon on 19th February 2019
Genres: Historical, Regency
Pages: 384
Format: eARC
Source: the publisher
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Goodreadsfive-stars

New York Times bestselling author Lisa Kleypas delivers a scintillating tale of a beautiful, young widow who finds passion with the one man she shouldn't...
Although beautiful young widow Phoebe, Lady Clare, has never met West Ravenel, she knows one thing for certain: he's a mean, rotten bully. Back in boarding school, he made her late husband's life a misery, and she'll never forgive him for it. But when Phoebe attends a family wedding, she encounters a dashing and impossibly charming stranger who sends a fire-and-ice jolt of attraction through her. And then he introduces himself...as none other than West Ravenel.
West is a man with a tarnished past. No apologies, no excuses. However, from the moment he meets Phoebe, West is consumed by irresistible desire...not to mention the bitter awareness that a woman like her is far out of his reach. What West doesn't bargain on is that Phoebe is no straitlaced aristocratic lady. She's the daughter of a strong-willed wallflower who long ago eloped with Sebastian, Lord St. Vincent—the most devilishly wicked rake in England.
Before long, Phoebe sets out to seduce the man who has awakened her fiery nature and shown her unimaginable pleasure. Will their overwhelming passion be enough to overcome the obstacles of the past?
Only the devil's daughter knows...

I love Lisa Kleypas’s writing and her historicals are always such a treat to read. She’s my favourite historical author (actually one of my favourites in general as well). She just somehow makes it all work, from gamblers to lady doctors. This is a book I had been eagerly waiting for. West was introduced in the first book of the Ravenel series while Phoebe introduced in Devil in Spring (The Ravenels #3) is the daughter of one of all time favourite couple Evie and Sebastian from Devil in Winter (Wallflowers) and from the moment we got a little sneak peek last year about Phoebe disliking West, I know this one would be a fun one to read.

Lady Clare, Phoebe has been through quite a bit. She’s a pretty head strong lady (as expected with her being Evie and Sebastian’s daughter), she knew from a young age of who she wanted and that was her late husband Henry. Now a widow with two kids, she’s a great mom but the mourning period has ended and she’s struggling with being around people again.

West Ravenel once a drunkard and scoundrel, now he helps manages his brother’s estate and does an amazing job at that. He really had changed over the course of the series. We get to see him become a hero, someone who’s worth something in his own right even though it takes him a long time to realise that.

“I don’t deserve her,” he mumbled, without intending to. 
“Of course you don’t. Neither do I deserve my wife. It’s an unfair fact of life that the worst men end up with the best women.” ~West and Sebastian. 

I was already invested in these characters from before, and you know some of their history so seeing them get their happy ending was immensely satisfying.

They made such a great pair, though the started off the wrong foot. I was a bit worried at the start because Phoebe was being a bit too judgmental and I was slightly panicking of not liking her as I usually love Lisa’s Heroines. Fear not, It was all sorted pretty early on and I loved her too. Though of course it was understandable, West had been the enemy of her husband during their years at boarding school and really hurt him which in turn hurt Phoebe. You get see that transition of her going from this man really hurt someone I love, I would rather not be in his presence to seeing him as he is now, forgiving him and falling in love with him.

How surprising life was. Once she would never have considered this man for herself. And now it would be impossible to consider anyone else. ~Pheobe, Lady Clare. 

You also get their own individual journeys in a sense, they become stronger people especially Phoebe, who felt lost and unsure of herself (understandably) because of her husband’s passing whom she loved at the start of this book.

West is, well a wonderful hero and I loved the fact that Phoebe didn’t give up on him because he really didn’t really feel he deserved to be with Phoebe, who was a good woman and had children that he didn’t want to taint their futures with his past mistakes.

They just end up really falling for each other, knowing it might end well for them. I really loved both of them (I just keep repeating that but its true!!!!). They had great chemistry and you know their cute moments made me swoon. West just doesn’t see himself like other people in his family do or how Phoebe or even Sebastian sees him. I loved seeing him with Pheobe’s children and making the lot of them smile and have fun.

I loved their connection with the book, Stephen Armstrong: Treasure Hunter. The scenes with the cat, Galoshes and Pheobe’s sons. And of course West scene’s with Sebastian. Special mention to all the scenes of them during the time West was at the Clare estate! 

I’m nitpicking here because this such a great book but lack of epilogue made me sad, I wanted to see a little preview of their future together, it just felt like an abrupt ending.

I loved getting the little sneak peeks to the other wallflowers children and their lives in the future. We also get a bit of Evie and Sebastian and ugh I still love them so much!!! I ended up rereading their book because sigh they are just amazing. Now I’m reallyyyyyy looking forward to Cassandra’s book but I also don’t want this series to end!!! 🙁

This book pretty much has it all, an amazing heroine, a swoon worthy hero, humour and sweetness and a dash of angst to make it a treat for any historical fans out there!

*quotes from ARC version.

I was gonna work on this collage to make it better but alas….

About Lisa Kleypas

New York Times bestselling author Lisa Kleypas graduated from Wellesley College with a political science degree. She is a RITA award winning author of both historical romance and contemporary women’s fiction. Her novels are published in fourteen different languages and are bestsellers all over the world. She lives in Washington State with her husband Gregory and their two children.

Cover Reveal: Make Me Bad by R.S. Grey

R.S. Grey’s next romantic comedy, MAKE ME BAD, releases March 7th! Check out the cover and find out more about MAKE ME BAD below!

Blurb

I was issued a warning: stay away from Ben Rosenberg.

As Clifton Cove’s resident “king”, he thinks he’s entitled to anyone and anything.

The trouble is, I’ve spent my whole life following the rules and playing it safe. I know what it feels like to be the good girl. I’m the police chief’s daughter and a librarian—for adorable children, no less. My wardrobe consists of colorful sundresses and baggy jeans. I might as well have a Post-it stuck to my forehead that reads: Yup, she’s a virgin.

An all-nighter with a fictional hunk is about as exciting as my life gets, until one day, fate decides to take pity on me and shove me straight into the path of Mr. Off-Limits himself.

Oof.

Just as I suspected, every inch of him promises to be my demise. Up close, he’s tall, menacing, dangerously handsome—the type of man who’s never spent a single moment worrying about the opinions of others. A well-behaved girl would do as she’s told and avoid him at all costs, but I’m overdue for a little rebellion.

No more Friday nights sprawled out on the couch in my comfiest pajamas. No more wishing I had the courage to misbehave.

Everyone thinks Ben is going to ruin me.

They think he’ll chew me up and spit me out.

Well, Ben…go ahead.

Tempt me. Taunt me.

Make me bad.

MAKE ME BAD releases March 7th – you’ll be able to preorder your copy for .99c starting March 3rd!

Keep an eye on R.S. Grey’s Facebook page for the link!

About R.S. Grey

R.S. Grey is the USA Today bestselling author of thirteen novels, including THE FOXE & THE HOUND. She lives in Texas with her husband and two dogs, and can be found reading, binge-watching reality TV, or practicing yoga!

Blog Tour and Giveaway: Motion by Penny Reid

Blog Tour and Giveaway: Motion by Penny Reid

I received this book for free in exchange for an honest review. This does not affect my opinion of the book or the content of my review.

Blog Tour and Giveaway: Motion by Penny ReidMotion (Laws of Physics, #1; Hypothesis, #2.1) by Penny Reid
Published by EverAfter Romance on 12th February 2019
Genres: Contemporary Romance, New Adult, Romantic Comedy
Pages: 200
Format: eARC
Source: Author
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Goodreadsfour-stars

Forced to lie to protect her sister . . .

One week.

Home alone.

Girl genius.

Unrepentant slacker.

What’s the worst that could happen?

Mona is a smart girl and had everything figured out a long time ago. She had to. She didn’t have a choice. When your parents are uber-celebrities and you graduate from high school at thirteen, finish college at seventeen, and start your PhD program at eighteen, you don’t have time for distractions outside of your foci. Even fun is scheduled.

Which is why Abram, her brother’s best friend, is such an irritant.

Abram is a talented guy, a supremely gifted musician, and has absolutely nothing figured out, nor does he seem to care. He does what he feels, when he feels, and—in Mona’s opinion—he makes her feel entirely too much.

I’ve been waiting for this book since reading elements of chemistry. Admittedly I didn’t know it was going to be a twin swap story, I tend to shy away from those so I was very hesitant to start but since its Penny Reid (I adore her and her writing), I had to give it a shot. It has the signature Penny Reid humour and along with that deals with some social issues.

Avoiding giving away spoilers like crazy:

Motion, the first book in the Laws of Physics mini series is about Mona DaVinci and Abram. Her brother’s friend and her current watch dog. To get her sister out of trouble, Mona takes her sister’s place and since he hasn’t met Mona (and her twin sister Lisa only once) it should be all okay ??

Mona is a science prodigy, extremely smart, awkward and quirky. She and her twin sister are identical in looks but not anywhere else. She’s also the opposite of our hero, Abram. Who is talented musician and a very smart guy. I adored Abram and Mona. They are both attracted to each other and with her pretending to be her sister and Abram having his perceptions coloured due to her sisters behaviour gives it a little more push/pull element to the story. Their unwanted attraction and genuinely liking each other adds more complications to their lives (and to the story). They have some preettyyy funny scenes together and some filled with sweetness. Mona struggles with being herself and pretending to be her sister. I can’t wait to see where they go!! These kinds of stories, you’re just screaming:

but you also want to protect Abram from the inevitable hurt he’d get when he finds out the truth.

ALSO CLIFFHANGERS!! HOW I HATE THEE!! but we forewarned is forewarned so it was not as in your face/heart but still, its making me very anxious and curious to find what happens next. Can’t wait for the next book!!!

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My stomach rumbled, long and loud, and I pressed my hand against it. Grunting into the darkness, I tossed off the covers and stood from Lisa’s bed. Food on my mind, I slipped out of the room and down the stairs. The kitchen was dark, but instead of flipping on a light—which might’ve alerted Abram as to my whereabouts . . . which he probably didn’t care about so long as “Lisa wasn’t doing anything crazy”—I crept on quiet feet to the fridge and opened it.

Momentarily dazzled by the bright light within, it took several seconds of squinting and blinking before the scant contents became visible. I frowned. In addition to the pizza box, two suspicious-looking containers of Chinese takeout, and various condiments, I found: shredded cheddar/jack cheese blend, a zucchini, a half a pint of mushrooms, and hot salsa. Opening the hot salsa, I smelled it, and then I dipped my pinkie inside and tasted it while examining the lid. It looked, smelled, and tasted fine.

Placing my finds on the island counter, I shut the fridge. The sudden extinguishing of the bright light meant that the kitchen was now pitch black. Shrugging off my lack of sight, I extended my arms and blindly felt my way over to the pantry until my hands connected with the torso of a person.

A person.

A PERSON!

I jumped back on instinct, my leg hitting one of the stools at the island counter and sending it crashing to the ground. My heart in my throat, I screamed, turned, and darted forward, but my feet tangled with the felled stool and I pitched, bracing myself for a gravitational collision with unseen wooden bars and a granite stool top.

But then strong arms caught me, deftly spinning and lifting me into the air. Cold dread rushed through my body, tensing every muscle. I couldn’t think. I didn’t think. Instinctively, my legs and fists pumped, fighting against my captor. Rocks in my throat as I readied another scream, a hand covered my mouth just as I belted it out.

“Whoa! Calm down. It’s me.” Abram’s voice at my ear soothed, his bulky arm a tight band around my torso, my back to his front, my feet not touching the ground. “Calm down. Shhh. Calm down.”

Hot breath teased my hair and neck, and I stilled, relief at discovering it was Abram didn’t quite chase away the viral panic still attached to my hemoglobin, coursing through my veins. I shook. I was shaking. And I was gasping through my nose, greedy for air.

Perhaps he heard or felt my strained breathing because his arm loosened, lowering my feet to the ground, and his hand covering my mouth slid away. “Are you okay? Are you hurt?”

“I’m fine,” I said, not sounding convincing. Truth was, I felt like throwing up. “Can you, uh, let me go?”

His arms immediately fell away and I stupidly rushed forward, once more crashing into the stool.

I heard Abram mutter a curse under his breath just as he caught me again, lifting me off the ground again, and saving me—again—from another gravitational collision. This time he turned us away from the stool and carried me across the room.

I didn’t fight him this time. In fact, I relaxed into him. Wired and exhausted, but mostly embarrassed, I allowed myself to be transported without protest. We left the kitchen and I was finally able to see dim outlines of furniture and walls, courtesy of the streetlamp illumination spilling through the windows of the living room.

Abram carried me to my mother’s favorite piece of furniture in our house, a gold velvet chaise lounge said to have once belonged to Napoleon’s sister, Pauline Bonaparte. Depositing me on the soft surface, Abram crossed to one of the Tiffany lamps and pulled the chain, bathing the room in soft blue and yellow, colored light filtering through the stained glass.

He then returned, knelt in front of me, one hand on my leg, the other cupping my cheek. “Are you okay?”

“Yes,” I said, cleared my throat, unable to lift my eyes higher than his black T-shirt, and said again, “Yes.”

He blew out a breath, pushing his fingers through my hair. By doing so, he forced my chin up and caught my gaze. That wrinkle of worry appeared between his eyebrows, and his very pretty eyes—which glowed and sparkled like polished amber cabochons—moved between mine.

“You really freaked out.”

I stiffened, gritting my teeth and yanking my head back, out of his reach. “I didn’t know you were there.”

Watching me with watchful watchfulness, he let his hand drop slowly until it rested on my left leg, next to his other hand which covered my right knee. “I said your name—twice—when I walked in.”

“I didn’t hear you.” I glanced from his eyes to where his palms were hot on my skin. “And I couldn’t see. I’d just shut the fridge, my eyes hadn’t adjusted.”

“Did you think I was a robber?” His left eyebrow lifted as did the side of his mouth, just a hint.

Clearly, he was trying to lighten the mood. Unfortunately, I still felt shaky. And embarrassed.

“I- I didn’t think,” I admitted, releasing an unsteady breath. “I wasn’t thinking. Sorry I fell.”

“No need to apologize. It wasn’t like you could help it.”

“Yeah. Gravity can be such a downer.”

He made a light, laughing sound. “What?”

“Uh, nothing. Whatever.” No physics jokes!

His frown returned, his fingers flexing slightly on my legs. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

Reaching for his hands, I removed them from my knees, setting them away. “I’m really fine. I just don’t like—”

He glanced at my knees. “Being touched?”

“When it’s unexpected.” I crossed my arms.

“That makes sense. But your reaction, even after you knew it was me—” He paused and sat back on his heels, as though debating how to continue and finally settling on, “It was a big reaction.” Abram continued to study me with his big, pretty, knowing brown eyes. “Hey, I would never hurt you.”

I winced, just a little, my gaze falling to my knees where his hands had been. I wanted to huff a laugh and roll my eyes, maybe say something like, I know, don’t be ridiculous.

But the word “Okay,” small and fragile sounding, slipped out instead. I immediately wished it back, because I didn’t understand it. I didn’t know why I’d said it, and I hated not knowing.

Get ahold of yourself, Mona. Pull it together. You are fine. Nothing happened.

Meanwhile, he continued his examination of me, I felt his stare, assessing my downturned face. “Out of curiosity, and no big deal if you don’t want to say, but did something happen to you this last year?”

My back straightened and I sucked in a slow, deep breath before asking calmly, “Like what?”

“You’re very . . . different than you were before.”

“Because I don’t want you touching me?” I tried to infuse my words with challenge, strength—wanting to shake off any earlier impression of weakness—and mostly succeeded. Peeking at him, I gauged his reaction from behind a hastily built wall of dispassion.

But then Abram dropped his chin to his chest, a massive grin lighting his features, and the fragrance of him hit me. My lashes fluttered as though he’d blown dust in my eyes, penetrating my wobbly wall of dispassion and sending it crumbling to the ground.

God, he smelled so good, and—unlike visual stimuli—I couldn’t stop whatever cascade of relaxing, soothing, melting awareness smelling his scent set off. Unthinkingly, I leaned forward an inch, chasing and inhaling the smell of him while he cleared his throat, like he was trying not to laugh.

Why he was fighting a laugh, I didn’t know, but the apparent genuineness of Abram’s struggle to subdue his grin only served to increase his attractiveness.

A moment later, he lifted his eyes and they connected with mine. He’d conceded to a shy smile. It was quite a smile.

“Yes,” he said.

“Yes?” I parroted dumbly. What were we talking about? And would it be weird if I buried my nose in his neck?

“Yes. You not wanting me to touch you means that you are very different now than you were before,” he explained.

I appreciated the completeness and thoroughness of his sentence.

My cheeks were hot. I pressed my hands against them while I examined him with suspicion. What was he doing to me?

“How so?” I asked, hoping to keep him talking so I could hunt down the splintered pieces of my concentration.

His eyebrows pulled together as his shy smile became a smirk. “You’re telling me you don’t remember?”

“Tell me your version of events,” I demanded, side-stepping a lie and still holding my cheeks.

“Uhh . . .” He scratched the back of his neck, peering at me like I both confused and amused him.

I was used to confusing people, but not amusing them. My cheeks burned hotter.

“Do you even remember?” I pushed, knowing my tone was belligerent.

He made a sound like he was choking on a laugh. “Yes. It’s hard to forget waking up to a naked girl in my bed.”

Jaw dropping, my eyes grew to their maximum diameter.

Naked. Girl. In . . . bed?

“Are you serious?” I whispered, my mind darting in all directions, attempting to form a reasonable hypothesis for Lisa’s behavior and coming up completely empty. Suddenly, I couldn’t catch my breath.

He shook his head, giving me an astonished once-over. “You honestly don’t remember?”

My mouth opened and closed as I struggled to speak, but it was no use. I was too . . . I was too many things. Shocked. Confused. Incredulous. ANGRY.

LISA!

What had she been thinking? She’d been eighteen! How would she have liked waking up to find a strange, naked, eighteen-year-old boy in her bed?

I was beyond shocked. I was horrified. I was electrocuted by the reality of my sister’s brazen-slash-creepy quotient, because I couldn’t imagine doing anything in the same sphere of possibility. I was beginning to believe that if my twin and I were represented by a Venn diagram, our only areas of overlap would be physical. A minor sliver of shared corporal characteristics, and that was absolutely it.

“Lisa?”

Blinking at Abram, and promptly becoming tangled in his searching gaze, I realized he was still there. And I was still here. And my hands were still pressed against my cheeks as I warred with what I now identified as hot mortification.

What else could I do? I shot to my feet and marched out of the living room, dropping my hands and running up the main staircase.

About Penny Reid

SEX! It all started with sex, between my parents. Personally I don’t like thinking about it, but whatever works for you is a-ok with me. No judgment. The sex happened in California and much of my life also occurred in that state until I moved from the land of nuts (almonds), wine, silicon… boobs, and heavy traffic to the southeast US. Like most writers I like to write, but let’s get back to sex. Eventually I married and gave birth to 2 small people-children (boy-6, girl-4 as of this writing).

By day I’m a biomedical researcher with focus on rare diseases. By night I’m a knitter, sewer, lino block carver, fabric printer, soap maker, and general crafter. By the wee hours of the morning or when I’m intoxicated I love to listen to the voices in my head and let them tell me stories. I hope you enjoy their stories.

Cover Reveal: Things We Never Said by Samantha Young

Today we are revealing the cover for Things We Never Said by Samantha Young  will release 7th May 2019. 

Things We Never Said by Samantha Young (Hart’s Boardwalk #3)

Blurb

Local metalsmith and gift shop owner, Dahlia McGuire, likes her quiet life in Hartwell, Delaware. It’s the perfect place to hide from her family and the tragic events that led to their estrangement. However, when her father, the person she loves most in the world, needs her Dahlia has no choice but to return to Boston to face her ghosts. One of those happens to be her ex-boyfriend’s best friend, Michael Sullivan. The man she was never supposed to fall in love with.

Michael Sullivan has never forgotten Dahlia McGuire. Some might say he’s never gotten over her. For years he lived with the anger of her desertion, and now, newly-divorced, he’s finally ready to move on. That proves impossible when Dahlia returns to Boston and reawakens their explosive connection. Despite everything, Michael wants her back, but Dahlia can’t seem to let go of the tangled emotions of the past. When she flees home to Hartwell, Michael follows, determined to do everything in his power to convince her they belong together.

However, when the unthinkable hits the quiet seaside town, Michael finds himself trying to unravel more than the mystery of Dahlia’s broken heart. It’s time for truths left unsaid to finally be spoken or Michael and Dahlia might find themselves torn apart forever…

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About Samantha Young

Samantha Young is a New York Times, USA Today and Wall Street Journal bestselling author from Stirlingshire, Scotland. She’s been nominated for the Goodreads Choice Award for Best Author and Best Romance for her international bestselling novel On Dublin Street. On Dublin Street was Samantha’s first adult contemporary romance and has been sold in twenty five countries.