Thursday, March 21, 2019

Set In Stone by K.M. Scott ~ BLURB REVEAL ~

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BOOK: SET IN STONE
AUTHOR: K.M. SCOTT
RELEASE DATE: JUNE 13TH
Set In Stone Blurb
Driven. Sexy. Tressa Stone wants to take over the world. As one of Tristan and Nina Stone's two daughters, she's got the will to do it, and when she does, it won't be because of some man.
But you know what they say about best laid plans.

Killian Brenton has the world in the palm of his hand. The newest quarterback for a New York team looking to get back to the top, he's the toast of the Big Apple and can have his pick of women. All it takes is one look at Tressa and he knows she's the one he wants.

Catching her might be even harder than getting to the big game, but if he does, it will be worth far more than a handful of championship rings.

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K.M. Scott writes contemporary romance stories of sexy, intense, and unforgettable love. A New York Times and USA Today bestselling author, she's been in love with romance since reading her first romance novel in junior high (she was a very curious girl!). Under her Gabrielle Bisset name, she writes erotic paranormal and historical romance. She lives in Pennsylvania with a herd of animals and when she's not writing can be found reading or feeding her TV addiction.

Tuesday, March 19, 2019

Hissy Fit by Lani Lynn Vale ~ RELEASE BLITZ ~

   

     


He is the one that never looks her way. He is handsome and strong. He is rough around the edges and mean. He is everything she’s ever wanted. He doesn’t even know she exists. Her life is a joke. *** She doesn’t step on cracks in the sidewalk. She laughs at inappropriate times. She talks when she shouldn’t. She is clumsy and trips on air. She is finally on his radar. God help her now.    

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Lani Lynn Vale is a USA Today Bestselling Author of over thirty titles. She is married with three children, two dogs, two cats, a donkey, and a couple (a couple also meaning over twenty) chickens. When she’s not writing, you can find her curled up in her favorite chair reading. Lani is married with three children and lives in the Great State of Texas.

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Monday, March 18, 2019

Savior by Fiona Cole ~ COVER REVEAL ~ GIVEAWAY ~


Release Date: March 28, 2019
Cover Design: Najla Qambar, Najla Qambar Designs
Model: David Wills
Photographer: Eric D. Battershell
 

Synopsis

 
He bought me, but not to touch or taste. He bought me to save me, and to atone for past sins.
Handsome and mysterious, he swoops in to offer me a new life, but this is no knight in shining armor. He’s cold, hardened by his past. But there’s an inferno underneath the ice, I can feel the heat each time he looks at me—each time he gives in to the desire between us. No matter how much I push to unleash the fire in his eyes, he shoves back harder each time. He’s merciless with his cruel words, telling me how naïve I am, how little I know of the world. But I’m stronger than he thinks. When we face down our demons from the past, I’ll prove which one of us was in need of saving, and which one of us is the savior.

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Excerpt

 
“Can I ask you a question?”
Her head tipped back on the couch and turned to look at me with one brow arched. “You can. I may not answer though,” she repeated my same words back to me.
“How are you nineteen and still a virgin?”
“It’s not like I’m forty,” she scoffed.
“I know, but it’s uncommon in this day and age.”
“I don’t know. There wasn’t anyone really great around where I was. No one that I felt safe enough with to even consider feeling attraction.” She shrugged before shifting to face me. “Plus my sister didn’t make it seem all that appealing.”
“You ever have a boyfriend?”
Nope.
“Kissed?” The question slipped out, lower and more intimate than I’d planned.
A slow smile curled her lips. “Well, yeah. I kissed you.”
“Was I your only kiss?” I asked, shocked.
Her eyes dropped a bit before looking back up, a blush staining her cheeks. “Among other first experiences.”
Her soft moans as her hips moved faster over my lap flashed in my mind, instantly bringing my dick to life.
“Actually,” she began, “I don’t think you get credit for my first orgasm. I kind of did that myself against you and I could have accomplished the same thing against a pillow. So maybe you’re not that great.”
No inner voice giving me warnings about giving her space and to keep this neutral could stop my male pride from rearing its head. I narrowed my eyes and shifted to face her, leaning an arm on the back of the couch to crowd her. “Not that great?” I growled.
The smile she’d been trying to hold back broke free even as the slight blush became a rosy red that spread down her neck. “Nah. I’m still waiting for someone to give me my first real orgasm.”
A roaring sound filled my ears, like a wave washing away all common sense. In its place was me beating my chest demanding she acknowledge that she came against my crotch because I made her. I leaned in closer. “I gave you your first orgasm.”
She shrugged casually, but I saw the pulse thudding against her neck. I watched the way her tongue slicked out to coat her lips. “Sorry to crush your spirits, but I did all the work. You just sat there. Kind of like a pillow would.”
“I was.”
Weren’t.”
Was.
Weren’t.”
Was,” I growled, reaching the end of my patience.
She giggled. “Were—”
My lips crashed down on hers, stopping the childish argument. A small part of me knew how fucking stupid this all was. I’d pushed her away, made decisions, gone on dates I didn’t want to, all to make sure she stayed away. And here we were, kissing because I had to make a point that I was some caveman.
I was an idiot. 
 

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Fiona Cole is a military wife and a stay at home mom with a degree in Biology and Chemistry. As much as she loved science she decided to postpone her career to stay at home with her two little girls and immersed herself in the world of books until finally deciding to write her own. Where You Can Find Me is Fiona's debut novel and will hopefully be the first of many.
 

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Friday, March 15, 2019

Wendy's Review of Wicked Force by Sawyer Bennett ~ BLOG TOUR ~

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Sometimes love means risking your own life—and heart—for the ones that mean the most.



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Joslyn Meyers has taken the celebrity world by storm, drawing the attention of millions. But one fan’s affections has gone too far, and she’s running to the one place she hopes he’ll never find her – back home to Cunningham Falls.
Kynan McGrath leads The Jameson Group, a world-class security organization, and he’s ready to do what it takes to keep Joslyn safe, even if it means giving up his own life in return. The one thing he’s not prepared to lose, though, is his heart.



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REVIEWED BY WENDY

Wicked Force by Sawyer Bennett 
3 stars 
Wicked Force was an alright read. I didn’t like it nor did I hate it, just somewhere in the middle. This story didn’t wow me the way the blurb did. It had potential but I just wasn’t feeling it too much. Kynan becomes Josyln’s bodyguard because her mother deems it necessary. When these two first meet, there is attraction at first glance. But the more time they spend together there is a deeper connection developing. It was interesting to see how it would all play out. The characters, the storyline, and everything were just satisfactory. While there is a somewhat completed ending, it seems that their story continues in a new series by Sawyer Bennett. I might invest in the continuation of their story because I would like to know.




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About Sawyer:

Since the release of her debut contemporary romance novel, Off Sides, in January 2013, Sawyer Bennett has released multiple books, many of which have appeared on the New York Times, USA Today and Wall Street Journal bestseller lists.
A reformed trial lawyer from North Carolina, Sawyer uses real life experience to create relatable, sexy stories that appeal to a wide array of readers. From new adult to erotic contemporary romance, Sawyer writes something for just about everyone.
Sawyer likes her Bloody Marys strong, her martinis dirty, and her heroes a combination of the two. When not bringing fictional romance to life, Sawyer is a chauffeur, stylist, chef, maid, and personal assistant to a very active daughter, as well as full-time servant to her adorably naughty dogs. She believes in the good of others, and that a bad day can be cured with a great work-out, cake, or even better, both.
Sawyer also writes general and women’s fiction under the pen name S. Bennett and sweet romance under the name Juliette Poe.


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Wendy's Review of Nothing Without You by Monica Murphy ~ BLOG TOUR ~







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Life is a game, and he's playing to win back her heart...


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Designing wedding cakes is Maisey Henderson’s passion. She puts her heart and soul into every cake she makes, especially since she’s such a believer in true love. But then Tucker McCloud rolls back into town, reminding her that love is a complete joke. The pro football player is the hottest thing to come out of Cunningham Falls—and the boy who broke Maisey’s heart back in high school.
He claims he wants another chance. She says absolutely not. But Maisey’s refusal is the ultimate challenge to Tucker. Life is a game, and Tucker’s playing to win Maisey’s heart—forever.


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REVIEWED BY WENDY

Nothing Without You by Monica Murphy
3.5 stars 
I love a good second-chance romance. Maisie and Tucker were high school sweethearts that reconnect many years later. Reading about how this couple will navigate feelings, history, old hurts, and so much more was interesting. They had great interactions and you can definitely see how right they were together. I enjoyed seeing it all play out. Tucker and Maisie were fine characters and I liked seeing the connections from the two worlds merging. Nothing without You was a sweet and easy read that I enjoyed and liked.


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Monica Murphy is the New York Times, USA Today and #1 international bestselling author of the One Week Girlfriend series, the Billionaire Bachelors and The Rules series. Her books have been translated in almost a dozen languages and has sold over one million copies worldwide. She is both a traditionally published author and an independently published author, and writes new adult, young adult and contemporary romance. She is also USA Today bestselling romance author Karen Erickson.

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Wendy's Review of Soaring With Fallon by Kristen Proby ~ BLOG TOUR ~

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Love takes flight in this special story about finding home, acceptance, and love...
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Fallon McCarthy has climbed the corporate ladder. She’s had the office with the view, the staff, and the plaque on her door. The unexpected loss of her grandmother taught her that there’s more to life than meetings and conference calls, so she quit, and is happy to be a nomad, checking off items on her bucket list as she takes jobs teaching yoga in each place she lands in. She’s happy being free, and has no interest in being tied down.
When Noah King gets the call that an eagle has been injured, he’s not expecting to find a beautiful stranger standing vigil when he arrives. Rehabilitating birds of prey is Noah’s passion, it’s what he lives for, and he doesn’t have time for a nosy woman who’s suddenly taken an interest in Spread Your Wings sanctuary.
But Fallon’s gentle nature, and the way she makes him laugh, and feel again draws him in. When it comes time for Fallon to move on, will Noah’s love be enough for her to stay, or will he have to find the strength to let her fly?

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Soaring with Fallon by Kristen Proby  REVIEWED BY WENDY
4stars  

Soaring with Fallon was a magnificent read. It is part of the Kristen Proby Crossover Collection (which I am very excited for). I have enjoyed reading all of the Big Sky books and was intrigued to read about Fallon and Noah. These two have made appearances throughout the series but now they were front and center. Fallon and Noah were great characters. It was enjoyable reading about their relationship and how it progresses. They had wonderful interactions and chemistry. And they were pretty special on their own as well. Everything about them was great. I was fully invested in the book. Kristen is really extraordinary with connecting the people in a small-town. I loved seeing the couples I’ve read and enjoyed making appearances. I adore the family atmosphere she presents in her stories. Overall, this was a spectacular story by an awesome author.

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Kristen was born and raised in a small resort town in her beloved Montana. In her mid-twenties, she decided to stretch her wings and move to the Pacific Northwest, where she made her home for more than a dozen years.
During that time, Kristen wrote many romance novels and joined organizations such as RWA and other small writing groups. She spent countless hours in workshops, and more mornings than she can count up before the dawn so she could write before going to work. She submitted many manuscripts to agents and editors alike, but was always told no. In the summer of 2012, the self-publishing scene was new and thriving, and Kristen had one goal: to publish just one book. It was something she longed to cross off of her bucket list.
Not only did she publish one book, she’s since published close to thirty titles, many of which have hit the USA Today, New York Times and Wall Street Journal Bestsellers lists. She continues to self publish, best known for her With Me In Seattle and Boudreaux series, and is also proud to work with William Morrow, a division of HarperCollins, with the Fusion Series.
Kristen and her husband, John, make their home in her hometown of Whitefish, Montana with their two pugs and two cats.


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The Domina by K.A. Linde ~ COVER REVEAL ~ PRE-ORDER ~

    


  The unforgettable conclusion to the epic fantasy Ascension series that New York Times bestselling author Susan Dennard called “perfect for fans of Sarah J Maas.” The fate of the world rests on one girl’s shoulders. And her world has been turned upside down. With Cyrene’s allies in shambles after a bitter defeat, she has to find a way to bring them back together to stop the dark goddess. But with a war raging and the newly-united magical community barely held together, Cyrene’s leadership has been called into question. As fate pulls them all toward that prophetic final battle, she has to find the true meaning behind her magic…and within herself. 


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K.A. Linde grew up as a military brat and created fantastical stories based off of her love for Disney movies, fairy tales, and Star Wars. In her spare time, she is an avid traveler, loves reading young adult novels, and dancing. Additionally, K.A. has written more than a dozen adult novels and is a USA Today bestselling author. She lives in Lubbock, TX with her husband and two super adorable puppies. K.A. Linde loves to hear from her readers! 

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Thursday, March 14, 2019

Over You by Stevie J. Cole ~ RELEASE DAY BLAST ~


We're celebrating the release of OVER YOU by Stevie J. Cole! Check out the excerpt and one-click today!

Contemporary Romance
Stand Alone
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Blurb:
Spencer Hailstorm.

Leather pants? Check.

Tormented soul? Check.

Rock star extraordinaire? Check.
He’s the guy most women would pay to have break their hearts.

Except me. I already know how hard it is to get over him.

Spencer made me believe in the notion of a soulmate at the age of seventeen. By twenty-three, he made me realize you could only truly hate someone you once loved.

Some people change your world. Some people let the world change them.

Unfortunately, Spencer turned mine upside down. Twice.


Excerpt:
Georgia Anne

I hoped that next line of blow made the arrogant, womanizing, all-around-grade-A-asshole keel over.

Go ahead and judge me, but that was exactly what I wished for when mega-watt rock star Jag Steele—who also happened to be my rocker boyfriend’s idol—leaned over to get his next fix.

Maybe hoping for sudden death was harsh, but the past year in Hollywood had made me cruel. Plus, I knew someone at that party had Naloxone on them. . .so the fucker wouldn’t die. It would just ruin his stupid, cockstar party.

At one point in life, I wouldn’t have wished bad things on that conceited manwhore snorting rail after rail next to Spencer. But that version of Georgia Anne was long gone. Just like the guy who once loved her in a way that would have made Shakespeare jealous: unconditionally, undeniably, and without fault.

You see, that boy who used to wear second-hand clothes and write love notes to me on gum wrappers had been destroyed when he became the lead singer to the multiplatinum rock band, Midnite Kills.

Devoured.

Digested.

And spat out in designer clothing.

The Spencer I fell in love with six years ago wouldn’t have fought with me in the car on the way over, since he wouldn’t have had cocaine hidden in his pocket. But that boy was lost somewhere between playing in bars and playing in arenas. While his eyes may have still been the same turbulent blue that reminded me of an ocean after a storm, the Spencer who loved me more than life itself was MIA, and for what?

A gunmetal Porsche, a slut-red Maserati, and a house in the hills.

To some that may have sounded like the jackpot, but what people on the outside didn’t realize was: Hollywood came with a packaged side of bullshit that was nothing but a glorified death wish.

Sure, Spencer wore those tight, black Versace shirts with collars that dipped low enough to reveal his colorful chest tattoos like a second skin, but fame was a four-letter word, a virus that was slowly killing every part of me, every part of him. Each last piece of us.

“Man, it’s my birthday. Come on. . .” Jag elbowed Spencer in the ribs, and, like a puppet, Spencer leaned over the table. A strand of dish-water blond hair fell from his messy bun when he took a hit.

“Really?” I groaned.

Jag’s gaze landed on me, his pupils blown wide. “It’s my birthday, princess. Give him a break.”

I patted Jag’s hollowed cheek while Spencer sniffed the drug back. “Go fuck yourself.” I pushed off the couch.

“Georgia Anne. Babe!” Spencer staggered to his feet.

“I’m going to the bathroom.”

That shouldn’t have been enough to make him sit right back down beside the devil, but it was.

Music thumped through the sound system while I moved through the sea of models and rock stars, the actresses and socialites all in their clicks crowding Jag’s expansive living room. I skirted around the waitresses wearing little black dresses and red stilettos carting trays of drinks and cocaine on their shoulders, with no intention of going to the bathroom. All I needed was point five seconds away from the shitshow that was my life, which was why I headed straight to the massive floor-to-ceiling window of the Beverly Hills mansion.

The lights of Los Angeles glittered below like tiny jewels strewn across sand, and for the first time in my life, I would have given anything to be back in that valley where life was somewhat sane.

Placing my palm and forehead to the cool glass, I wondered how much longer I could hold onto this speeding car before I either had to let go or inevitably wound up in some horrific, fiery crash?

“Champagne?” One of the waitresses halted beside me. The glasses on her tray clinked together.

I could have downed every drink on that silver platter, and it still wouldn’t have been enough alcohol to make that party bearable, but I snagged a flute of champagne anyway. The strand of effervescent bubbles danced along the curved glass. After two sips, I turned around.

Women had congregated around Spencer and Jag, staring, swooning. Touching. And both guys seemed oblivious to it all.

Three selfies in, Spencer’s gaze landed on me, and I quickly looked away, focusing instead on one of the black and white prints of Jag’s naked girlfriend that decorated the walls. I downed my drink, and turned back to gaze out the window.

Seconds later, an arm wrapped around my waist. Warm lips pressed to my neck. “You okay, babe?”

Our gazes locked on our reflection in the window. “I told you I didn’t want to come.”

“It’s not good to stay cooped up in the house.” Another kiss and his hands slid to my hips. “That dress looks good on you.” His warm breathed fanned across my throat.

As mad as I was, as empty as I felt from what we had lost, my body reacted to his touch. Like a woman stranded in the desert, I was thirsty for his affection. For his touch. And I gave in for a moment, tilting my head to the side in the hopes the path of his lips would continue farther.

“It’s just hard.” I swallowed and fought the anxiety winding through my chest. “Smiling when there’s still a gaping wound.”

“I know.” His soft lips pressed below my ear. “We can go if you want.”

God, how I wanted to go, but before I could answer, one of the label’s assistants grabbed Spencer by the elbow. “I need to steal him. Just for a moment.” She grinned at me. Her collagen-plumped injected cheeks inflated like balloons. I just wanted to take something and pop them.

Spencer’s arm untangled from my waist. He took a thoughtless step away before moving back to give me a quick kiss—as if I were an afterthought. The taste of whiskey and mint lingered on my lips. And just like that, we were no longer leaving, and the last bit of hope I’d desperately clung to frayed and snapped like the thread of a well-worn sweater.

Halfway across the room, the assistant grabbed Jag and led him and Spencer to group of giggling, star-struck girls in the corner of the room.

I took a deep breath.

The temptation to take the glass in my hand, smash it on the floor, and cause a scene fit for daytime television was strong. After all, when in Rome. . .

A boney elbow nudged my side. I pushed the emotions down where they belonged. Unnaturally round boobs spilled out of a low-cut, sequin dress. I’d seen Jag’s girlfriend a handful of times, but River and I had never spoken. She flicked her white-blonde hair over her shoulder. “You’re Spencer’s chick, right?”

I watched both Jag and Spencer scrawl their signatures over the chest of a busty redhead. “Something like that,” I said, my pulse ticking up by the second.

River’s gaze strayed across the room just as Jag pretended to motorboat the redhead for a picture. Spencer stood beside him, his gaze aimed at the floor.

River sighed. “It’s part of it, you know. Hollywood girlfriend 101: grin and bare it. The tabloids love to make us out to be jealous, raging psychos.” She laughed, then patted my back. “Just know, the first time he cheats, he doesn’t mean it. It all kinda goes to their heads. He’ll get high or drunk or both, and end up backstage with some girl who just wants to suck his dick. One thing leads to another. . . It’s impossible to avoid, really.”

The sad truth was, from what I’d seen, most of these guys were unfaithful. But Spencer was not most of these guys. . .was he? “I’m not worried about the girls,” I said, sounding more certain than I felt. “We’ve been together since we were teenagers.”

“Oh, sweetheart.” The smile of pity she gave me caused my stomach to twist. “Maybe the guy he was before wouldn’t have cheated, but he’ll never be that guy again. Trust me. I’m three years in on the fame train. You just have to decide what you can manage.”

The guy he was before ricocheted through my head like a stray bullet. Panic tore at my throat. There was so little left of the guy he was before. Maybe I was more naïve than I wanted to believe.

Jag strutted past, full of swagger in his leather pants and messy, jet-black hair, with one arm wrapped around a barely legal girl’s waist. His hand crept toward her ass, and he didn’t even glance at River. My gaze swung to the opposite side of the room where Spencer took selfies with a revolving door of girls.

I swallowed. “And what did you decide you could manage?”

“Oh. You know.” River dug a pharmacy bottle from the glitter-covered clutch in her hand. One tap. Two. A few cylindrical, blue pills fell into her palm. She offered me one, but I shook my head. After tossing them into her mouth, she snagged a glass of champagne from a nearby table and downed them.

“It’s give and take.” She shrugged. “He sleeps with a pretty blonde, I get a new Gucci bag.”

Designer handbags in exchange for one-night stands? No way in hell. 

“Think about it,” she said, snapping her clutch closed. “Our guys have thousands—millions—of women throwing themselves at them. How could you possibly expect them not to slip up once and a while? It just comes with the territory, honey.”

That knot in my gut grew tighter and tighter.

“But, the thing to remember, all those other girls,” she said, nodding to the women flocked around Spencer. “They’re insignificant. Besides, gods don’t play by the same rules as mere mortals, babe. And we are dating gods.”

But I had never wanted a god. I only wanted Spencer.





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Stevie J. Cole lives deep in the woods of Alabama with her sexy hubs and two precious daughters. She has an obsession with penguins and English chocolate and is terrified of clowns.

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Hide Your Crazy by Lani Lynn Vale ~ COVER REVEAL ~

      

  I’m kind of a lady, but definitely more of a weirdo. 

Hearing the woman at the table behind him say that to her friend should’ve turned Logan Gibbs off. It doesn’t. In all honesty, it only makes him listen harder. He’s had enough weird in his life to last a lifetime. The last thing his complicated life needs is a woman in it who has no clue what color you get when you mix yellow and blue together. Yet, her obvious blonde moments aren’t enough to deter him. Nor is her lack of finger-painting skills. I’m a cop, not a miracle worker. Hearing the man in the group behind her say that should’ve had Katy Roberts running away as fast as her feet would carry her. Katy’s father’s a cop, and it’s hard enough to live her life with Daddy trying to dictate her every move. She needs another cop in her life like she needs yet another thing to go wrong. To add onto that, she can’t find a job, has no love life to speak of, and has to be the oldest known virgin in Kilgore, Texas. Yet, when she sees his painting—a painting that resembles a piece of the male anatomy more than the lighthouse they were supposed to be painting—she knows that she has to give him a chance. The very last thing the two of them expect is for her father and his boss to force them to marry after an eensy-weensy accident. An accident that, surprisingly, both of them want.    

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Wednesday, March 13, 2019

Jill's Review of Kiss and Break Up by Ella Fields ~ BLOG TOUR ~

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You’re not supposed to kiss your best friend.

Kiss and Break Up, an all-new angst-filled, friends to lovers New Adult romance from Ella Fields, is available now!

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Dashiell Thane wasn’t a nice guy.
He was an abrasive, demanding, conniving, intolerable brat.
Yet somehow, we’d been best friends our whole lives.
Until our senior year when I finally decided to dip my toes into the dating pool.
All it took was one kiss for jealousy, lies, and betrayal to sweep in and propel us heart first into dizzying, hostile depths.
You’re not supposed to kiss your best friend.
You’re definitely not supposed to kiss your best friend while you’re dating someone else.
And the absolute worst thing you could do is fall for your best friend.
Unless, of course, you want to ruin everything.




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2.5 stars for - Kiss and Break Up - by Ella Fields. This is your typical frenemies to potential lovers romance from an author that I have loved previously but just wasn’t feel so much this time around. So much of this story’s focus was spent on fighting their feelings they never really got to flourish as a couple to me and their time actually spent together felt like an afterthought rather than a true relationship. Good news is that there is huge potential for this to turn into a series and the other probable couples are both captivating with gripping storylines that have me already wanting more! While this book missed the mark for me I will definitely continue on with the series!


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Excerpt:

I fell to the bed just as a thump hit the exterior of the house, and Dash launched himself through the window. “Can you ever land gracefully?” Or you know, use the front door. For as long as we’d lived here, he’d snuck in. At first, it was due to being unsure whether my mom would still want us hanging out, but it didn’t take her long to figure out what he was doing. She didn’t care. When I’d shaken like a mouse cornered in a kitchen, she’d smiled and told me she’d never stop us from being friends. Yet the window always remained unlocked. Dash kicked off his boots, and they hit the aging floor with two bangs. “I’m all man, baby. Not a fucking cat.” Hearing him say that reminded me of why he was here. I sprang to my feet, hurtling out into the hall and into the bathroom. “What are you doing?” Too busy gargling mouthwash, I didn’t answer and spat it into the sink as he appeared in the weathered mirror behind me. “Seriously?” he asked. “You burp in my face after eating garlic pizza, so this is just fucking dumb.” “You burped in my face first.” I put the cap back on the bottle, not meeting his gaze. I couldn’t. I headed back inside the safety of my room. But I had to wonder, as I heard Dash gargling mouthwash too, if it would be considered safe again after this. Would this ruin everything by making it awkward? “Dash,” I said, wringing my hands as I paced the floor of my room. “We probably shouldn’t be doing this. What if––” “What if it’s awesome and you fall madly in love with me? Well, we already know I don’t do commitment.” A tiny laugh skittered out. “No, what if it gets awkward? I don’t want anything to change.” He took me by the shoulders in the middle of my rainbow knitted rug and leveled me with his vibrant eyes. “We’ve done some pretty awkward shit, so what’s a little mouth to mouth going to change?” I nodded, exhaling slowly, then I frowned. “Why are you doing this? I mean, I know why I want to, but you? What do you even get out of it?” He grinned. “You might be my best friend, but I’ve always wondered what it’d be like to stick my tongue down your throat.” He tipped a muscled shoulder. “Let’s just say you’ll be killing that curiosity.” “You’ve always wondered?” “I’ve got eyes, Freckles. And I don’t need my glasses to appreciate the sight of something beautiful.” I blinked. “Wow. That was actually really swe––” “Shut your inexperienced mouth and kiss me.” I was still laughing when he grabbed my face, and then I squeaked as the world changed color, and his lips lowered over mine. My heart became a trumpet, blaring in my ears at the first touch of his lips. I pulled away, startled and still laughing. “Oh, my God.” Dash’s hands were warm on my face. “That good? They barely even touched.” “No,” I choked out, pushing his hands away. “It’s just … a little weird.” “Weird?” His brows scrunched. “We’ve barely even begun.” I blew out a shaky breath, unable to look at him as my hands flapped at my sides. I stared at his white shirt, looking at where the cotton met his tanned skin. “I don’t know, Dash.” “Wanna try again?” I looked at him then, at the eager glint in his blue eyes. “It’s not weird for you?” He chewed his bottom lip which was a little fatter than the top. And it’d just been touching mine. Oh, how crazy. “Maybe a smidgen. I can just picture Margot Robbie, and I’ll be good.” I froze. “Margot Robbie?” He gestured to my hair. “The blonde hair helps.” “Jesus.” I swiped my hands down my face. “This is dumb. Let’s just forget it.” He stood there a moment, glancing around my room. “Why don’t you imagine someone? That guy from the Thor movie. You like him.” “Chris Hemsworth?” “Yeah. Imagine him.” Then he grinned, waggling his brows. “Pucker up, baby.” “You didn’t just say that.” I laughed, plopping down on the edge of my bed. “Whatever. Are we trying again or what?” The thought of Byron and that mischievous twinkle in his green eyes, the way he’d wasted no time moving in to kiss me … yeah. I needed to do this. “Okay.” I shook out my hands, bouncing a little on the bed. “Okay, let’s do this.” Dash’s lips thinned. “This isn’t a cross meet. We’re only swapping germs.” “You just had to say that, didn’t you?” My pep had officially vanished. Dash tugged me off the bed. “Close your eyes and relax.” I tried, but I was as stiff as a board when his mouth met mine again. He tasted like spearmint and cigarettes, but his hands were gentle as one held my chin and the other glided through my hair to the back of my head. Slowly, with the soft press of his lips on mine and the gentle exploration of their shape, my limbs loosened. “Open,” he whispered, his voice threaded, rougher. I did, expecting the invasion of his tongue, but the velvet feel of it only traced the inner edges of my mouth. Out of all the things I’d expected to feel when he’d suggested this crazy idea, it wasn’t relaxed, and it certainly wasn’t the buzzing sensation currently warming my insides. “This isn’t so bad,” I said when he pulled back, my voice a low exhalation. “Good. Now repeat the same to me.” My eyes were about to spring open, but he growled. “Keep them closed. Don’t think, just do and feel.” Drawing in a quick breath through my nose, I found his stubble-coated cheeks with my hands and lifted myself on my toes. I tried to do the same thing he did to me, but my tongue plunged deeper, meeting the warm softness of his. I licked it, stroking cautiously until I heard him hum, the sound vibrating up his throat and causing our lips to mash together. His hands became firmer around my head, his tongue greedier, sweeping inside my mouth before my teeth found purchase on his plump bottom lip, and pulled. He groaned, and it had me staggering back, my heart racing and my breath an unsteady, embarrassing sound. Dash swallowed, then cleared his throat as he shifted on his feet. His eyes met mine, and I looked away, down to where my mint green toes were curling over the abrasive fabric of my rug. Awkward. This was so awkward, and I prayed we hadn’t just made a huge mistake. “So that’s how it’s done.” He grabbed the TV remote and plopped onto my bed. “Got any popcorn?” I shook my head. “Wait, that’s um, it?” He started flicking through Netflix. “Well, yeah. Not much else to it. We can practice again before your date if you want, but I’m fucking starving, and we need to re-watch the last season of GoT before the new one is out.” “Oh, yeah,” I said, remembering I’d promised him that weeks ago. Hungry myself, I stepped outside, then scowled at him from the doorway. “Don’t put your socks near my pillow.” He grumbled but shifted and moved over to the other side of the bed.




About Ella Fields
Ella Fields is a mother and wife who lives in the land Down Under. While her kids are in school, you might find her talking about her characters and books to her two cats. She’s a notorious chocolate and notebook hoarder who enjoys creating hard-won happily ever afters.


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