Blog Tour: Silent Night by Kristen Strassel

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We’re excited to celebrate the release of SILENT NIGHT by Kristen Strassel!
Title: Silent Night
Author: Kristen Strassel
Age: NA
Genre: Paranormal Romance

Cover Designer: Nathalia Suellen

Scheduled to release: November 2014



This Christmas isn’t about celebration for eighteen-year-old Kyndra, it’s about survival. Grieving the loss of her grandmother and struggling with the indifference of her family, Kyndra now splits her time between her dead-end mall job, her junkie ex-boyfriend’s bed, and the streets. Longing to be close to her grandmother one more time, she wanders into Christmas Eve mass and prays she’ll find the place she belongs. Home.

Aidan isn’t ready to let go of the past either, even though he’s had nearly three hundred years to do it. He chronicles the search for the reincarnation of his beloved wife as the vampire romance author Allison Duprois. Aidan knows the wife he mourns is out there, but fears writing their story is as close as he will get to her.

At Christmas Eve mass, he finally finds her. Alone, with no place to go.

Aidan brings Kyndra into his home, and gives her the safety, comfort and love she longs for. Though he gives her second chances she never thought she’d have, Kyndra still can’t get over Aidan’s mysterious past. Not to mention that he claims that he’s a vampire. Life alone on the streets is dangerous enough without handing her trust and love to the wrong person. Can Aidan break through the walls around Kyndra’s hardened heart to convince her that she belongs with him, forever?

*This is a companion novel to the Night Moves Series.


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About the Author:
Kristen shares a birthday with Steven Tyler and Diana Ross. She spends each day striving to be half as fabulous as they are. She’s worn many hats, none as flattering as her cowboy hat: banker, retail manager, fledgling web designer, world’s worst cocktail waitress, panty slinger, now makeup artist and author. She loves sunshine, live music, the middle of nowhere, and finding new things to put in her house.

Review: SILENT NIGHT by Kristen Strassel!

We’re excited to celebrate the release of SILENT NIGHT by Kristen Strassel!
Title: Silent Night
Author: Kristen Strassel
Age: NA
Genre: Paranormal RomanceCover Designer: Nathalia Suellen

Scheduled to release: November 2014AMAZON


“What girl deep down inside doesn’t fall for a good love story?”

Kyndra hasn’t had the best of luck lately, since her grandmother passed away one year ago; she has been kicked out of their old place. She now spends her night between living on the streets, staying at her drug- dealer boyfriend’s house and her best friend from high school’s house. On Christmas Eve she wonders into a mass after having nowhere to go, at least here she might feel a bit closer to her grandmother. While watching all the families passing by a man named Aidan approaches her claiming he knows her. After the mass Aidan brings her to his house for the night, here she finds comfort and safety, but is Aidan really telling her about his true self?

Aidan is an author of novels, but goes under the pen name Alison Duprois, these novels are a memoirs of his life. By documenting his search for the reincarnation of his love for the past three hundred years, he has become a best-selling author. Kyndra has always enjoyed reading Alison Duprois’ novels; she just didn’t know she would end up living one of them.

I feel like if it wasn’t for bad luck, Kyndra would have luck at all. Once Kyndra has a place to stay and decides to get her CNA to get her life in order, she gets fired from her current job. Once Kyndra received a job in a hospital after completing her CNA course she stumbles upon her mom, who has never been part of her life. She is completely torn on how she feels about the situation as well. Also, being in the relationship she is in with Aidan she ends up losing many people she once cared about. Although it may be for the best, it still took a toll on her.

I enjoyed the fact that although this was in the POV of Kyndra we were able to see some thoughts through Aidan’s eyes while Kyndra was reading his novels. I was able to truly get a sense of how he felt and how strong his attraction to her truly was.

I have to admit that do not read many vampire books, this is only my third one and I have yet to fall in love with a vampire character until now! He seemed so very different from all the others that I have read.

Also, I have not read any other novels in the Night Song Collection, but did not interfere with me enjoying this novel. I also hope Kristen Strassel will maybe write from Aidan’s point of view, I know I would really enjoy it!


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Review and Giveaway- His Frozen Heart by Nancy Straight


Title: His Frozen Heart

Author: Nancy Straight

Publisher: Self-published

Age Group: NA

Genre: Romantic Suspense








For best friends, Candy and Libby, money is tight with hardly enough to cover their living expenses. When they are desperate for grocery money, the girls bet on their pool playing skills to add to their income.

A simple wager on a quiet winter evening has devastating results, with a stalker determined to kill them both. With Libby in the hospital after a vicious attack, and Candy being pursued by the same stalker, she vows to find Libby’s attacker.

What she finds is Dave, an old friend with a secret past filled with misfortune. Will Dave’s past provide the answer to all of Candy’s problems or will it become Candy’s worst nightmare realized?

My review:

Lately each time I read a book, I think I won’t find another one that will keep me engaged. Well, His Frozen Heart proved me wrong. This story was full of twists and turns, I never knew what was going to happen next.

Candy and her best friend Libby are living on their own after Graduation, but they didn’t know that it would be as hard as it is. Candy works three jobs and Libby works as well and at times they still do not have money to eat. When they become desperate Libby goes and pool sharks at a local bar. One night the girls were in need for food and decided to go to the local bar where they end up winning four hundred dollars from two guys names Teddy and Tony. Tony was not happy to lose since he was sharking as well. Little did Candy and Libby know the consequences for winning that night may lead to so much danger. While investigating the events that have unfolded for Candy, she runs into an old friend, could be the same person she knew all those years ago or is he hiding something?

There was so many times where I felt emotion during this book, I usually do not cry while reading, but there were many scenes that got to me. The love that Candy had for her friends and family was amazing and she would stop at nothing to keep them safe. As a character Candy grew from being a girl who got all she wanted to come that would do anything for the people around even if that means risking her life. Dave, Candy’s friend from the past, went from being a very closed up person to opening up to Candy and telling her more about himself and his family.

If all of Nancy’s books are like this, I will be looking out for more of her books!

About the author:


I LOVE Starbucks’ White Mocha Latte and Mountain Dew, (but not together). I have a lead foot so I set cruise control when I drive, even in 25 MPH zones. I almost never win when I play Angry Birds, but have my 9 year old close, so he can clear the hard levels for me. I grew up on a farm and am opposed to eating fresh chicken (not opposed to meat – just opposed to any meat that was alive a few hours before lunch). I am a huge fan of the show, Big Bang Theory, on CBS. I share my life with two fantastic sons, three rotten dogs and a husband that I adore.

Twitter: @NancyStraight




Cover Reveal and Excerpt: You and Everything After

We are so excited to share the cover for You and Everything After by Ginger Scott! Take a look and be sure to let us know what you think.


Title: You and Everything After (Falling #2)

Author: Ginger Scott

Age: NA

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release date: December 5, 2014


Click HERE to read my review on This is Falling (Falling #1)


I’m that teenaged girl who has MS. You haven’t met me, but you’ve seen me around. You probably know my sister. We’re twins, and she’s the pretty one. Maybe you’ve heard about my reputation, how much I like to hook up at parties—how easy it is to get me in bed, get what you want, and forget about me after.

Forget what you think you know. I’m leaving that girl behind.

College is all about new beginnings. So from now on—I’m just Cass. And the rest…it isn’t written yet. And no one else gets to write my story for me.


“Tyson Preeter doesn’t do can’t.”

That’s exactly what I want people to think when they see me. I am strong, invincible, confident, intelligent—arrogant. I’m the man who always finds a way around, over and through—until there’s nothing left. Since losing my ability to walk six years ago, I’ve relearned life. I don’t need sympathy. I don’t want charity. And I don’t do love.

It’s better this way, saves my disappointments for me, and me alone, and it saves my strength for everything I want.

But Cass Owens is about to wreck everything. She’s about to steal all of my strength away from me, because she needs it more. She’s about to break all of my rules, and break down all of my walls. She’s about to own me…completely.

And I’m about to let her.


“So honestly, when do I get to kiss you again?” She laughs at my harsh left turn in our conversation. I love the way she laughs. There’s this rasping sound that comes from deep inside her that shows it’s genuine, and her smile creases deep into her cheeks.

She flops to her back, and I instantly kick myself for causing her to move away. “You’re really trying to wear me down, aren’t you?” she says, her hand running along the side of her face until she covers her eyes, peering at me through her barely spread fingers.

“Wow, well…I’ve never really had to wear anyone down before…” I say, shielding my slightly dented ego.

“And that’s precisely why we need to be friends, and why I can’t kiss you…” she starts, and I interrupt.

“Again,” I say.

“Right, again,” she whispers and moves her hand back to cover her eyes. I take this opportunity to roll onto my side and really look at her, the way her lips barely part when she breathes, the small twitches they make when she fights against her body’s urge to smile, the tiny movement of her tongue as it wets her lips. I have to kiss her again.

“But…and hear me out,” I say, startling her with how close I am. She uncovers her eyes and turns to face me, scooting back a few more inches just to maintain this new self-imposed “safety”distance.  “Maybe the fact that I am willing to work so hard just to get you to say yes makes you different.”

She stares into my eyes for several long seconds, her lips slightly parted as she considers this. “Am I? Different?” she asks.

“Now see, there’s the catch,” I say, running my thumb softly over the wrinkles in the sheet between us. “I can’t know for certain unless I kiss you again.”

“Oh really,” she says, smirking.

“Cross my heart,” I say, motioning my hand across my chest. “It’s in the handbook.”

“There’s a handbook,” she says.

“Uh, duh. There’s always a handbook,” I challenge back.

“And your handbook says you can’t tell if I’m worth your time without jamming your tongue down my throat?” she fires back.

“Wow. Again with the word slap,” I say, secretly loving this back-and-forth we’ve got going now.

“Word slap?” she questions.

“Yeah, like, you just bitch-slapped me in the face with your words. Word slap,” I say with a shrug. She holds my gaze after this and bites at the corner of her lip, her eyes squinting as she decides her next move.

“Okay, how’s this,” she says, leaning in a little closer, closing the gap in the invisible barrier she seems to have instituted when I started talking about kissing. “You can kiss me again…” I move toward her on instinct, but she’s quick to put her hand against my chest to stop me. I grip it, tight, and meet the dare in her eyes. “But not until you mean it.”

There’s a fire in her eyes when she says this, one that I don’t disrespect, and don’t dare cross. It’s not threatening, but it’s serious, and I have this feeling churning in my stomach that Cass Owens is what Nate and I like to call a game changer. Her words have my heart racing, my mind worried that I can’t mean it enough, at least not yet. All of our playfulness from seconds before has ceased with this line she’s drawn, and I will obey it.

Holding her gaze, I lift the hand I’ve trapped against my body to my mouth and press my lips to her open palm. I don’t speak, and I don’t break our line of sight. But I don’t kiss her, either.

About Ginger Scott:

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Ginger Scott is a writer and journalist from Peoria, Arizona. She is the author of four young and new adult romances, with her fifth title, This Is Falling, set to release in late August 2014.

Scott has been writing and editing for newspapers, magazines and blogs for more than 15 years. She has told the stories of Olympians, politicians, actors, scientists, cowboys, criminals and towns. For more on her and her work, visit her website at

When she’s not writing, the odds are high that she’s somewhere near a baseball diamond, either watching her son field pop flies like Bryce Harper or cheering on her favorite baseball team, the Arizona Diamondbacks. Scott is married to her college sweetheart whom she met at ASU (fork ’em, Devils).






Release Day: Need You Tonight by Marquita Valentine

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Title: Need You Tonight (Boys of the South #6)

Age Group: New Adult

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: October 20, 2014

Cover Designer: Sarah Hansen at Okay Creations



Book Description:

In small towns, dirty little secrets don’t remain secret for long…

Everyone loves Parker Morgan, especially the high society ladies who pay thousands for his time. Becoming a male escort hadn’t been something Parker wanted to do, but when his family needed money to survive, he compromised everything he believed in to make ends meet. But there are two things he refuses to do—one, be paid for sex. Two, let himself fall for his beautiful new neighbor. She’s too pure and sweet for him. And that sadness in her eyes… he doesn’t want know the cause of it. He has too many problems of his own.

A war widow at only twenty-two, Brooklyn Reeves has lived a shadowed existence for two years. Desperate to start over, she moves to Forrestville, never dreaming her new neighbor would be so sexy—not that she wants a relationship of any kind with him. Besides, he’s completely hostile and rude anytime they run into one another. Unfortunately, he’s also her handyman, and she’s forced to repeatedly call on him when one thing after another goes wrong with her rental house.

Only, as spring turns to summer, Brooklyn begins to sees a new side to Parker—one that makes her reconsider her opinion of him. Sparks fly, igniting a hunger that neither of them can resist.

But are either of them prepared for the consequences, once Parker’s dirty little secret comes to light?

My Review:

What a read Need You Tonight was!!! We first meet Brooklyn Reeves when she finds out there her husband has been killed on his way back from war. Now two years later she comes to Forrestville to start over. Little did she know that the handyman at her house would be helping her in more ways than just fixing locks on doors.

Parker Morgan is the toast of the town, everyone wants a piece of him, they are even willing to pay for his time. Since Parker had been 15 he has been a male escort, it was something he felt he needed to do in order to help his family.

This was the first book in The Boys of the South Series that I have read and I was not disappointed. Of course now I want to read the first 5 books so I can see more of Parkers’ friend’s story, I have feeling there is a lot more to find out about them.

I though the story line for Parker was very interesting, at the young age of 15 he was taken advantage of and exploited, which we don’t see often in novels. I also thing they way he deals with his feeling and ultimately trusting Brooklyn to confide in her was great, I felt the torment he was going through and I just wanted to yell, “Tell Brooklyn the whole story!!”.

Brooklyn on the other hand wanted to just move on, but not forget the memory of her late husband. Parker allowed her to open her heart and to love again. She was right by his side the whole time, and wanted him to just open up to her. When he finally did, she was there in the end.


The closer I get to Brooklyn’s place, the faster my pulse races. I take a curve a little too sharply and have to slam down on the brakes. Glancing at the dash, I curse. I’d hit a forty-five mile per hour curve at seventy.

“Holy fuck,” I mumble under my breath.

What’s wrong with me? I don’t have a death wish, but with each passing day, I’m becoming more and more like my brother and less and less like myself—If I even know who I am anymore.

Brooklyn’s SUV is parked beside the house, under a small lean-to. The porch lights are on, a consideration I don’t deserve. Cutting the engine, I get out and grab my tools from the truck bed before striding to the front door.

Determined to get this over with as fast as possible, I knock and ring the doorbell at the same time.

“Hey, it’s me, Parker Morgan,” I shout.

The door swings open, and all that stands between us is screen door. My breath nearly whooshes out of me at the sight of her standing there, wearing an oversized T-shirt and a pair of baggy shorts. Her dark hair is pulled into loose pigtails. I don’t think I’ve seen a sexier sight.

Her gaze rakes over me. “I didn’t think you were coming.”

“I said I was.”

She opens the screen door and steps back to let me inside. “Yeah, I heard,” she says dryly. “Come with me.”

I follow her to the back of the kitchen, to a small closet off to one side. The door is propped open, and the single light bulb hanging down is blazing. Once I’d accidentally touched the thing and had gotten a small blister from the heat.

“Why do you think it’s broken?”

“Because I have no hot water to wash dishes or shower.”

“Did you check the breaker?”


Setting my toolbox down, I inspect the heater. It has to be at least twenty years old. “I’m surprised it’s worked this long.”

“Do you think I’ll need to buy a new one?” she asks, clearly distraught.

I shake my head. “If you did, then you’d get reimbursed. You’re renting the place, remember?”

“Oh.” She lets out a shaky laugh. “It’s been a while since I didn’t have to worry about replacing things, and before then, Braden always took care of stuff like this.”

The reminder of her husband makes me frown a little. I’m not upset with her. I’m pissed off at myself. For no good reason besides my own personal issues, I’ve been blowing hot and cold at her, instead of being an even-tempered, standup guy.

I bend down to check the pilot light. It’s out. “Found your problem.”

“You did?” She squats down next to me, our heads nearly touching.

“Pilot’s out.”

She groans. “I could have sworn I’d checked that before I called you. Sorry.”

I glance at her. “It’s part of my job.”

A wry smile covers her face. “It’s Thursday night. I’m sure you would rather be—” Once again, her gaze rakes over me, taking in my button-down shirt and dark jeans. Her cheeks heat. “You were on a date, weren’t you?” She smacks her hand over her mouth for a minute. “Ugh. I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay.”

“It’s not. You should have told me.”

Irritated at her apology, because it makes me feel like more of an ass, I growl, “If I had wanted you to know my personal life, Brooklyn, I would have told you.”

She jerks her head a couple of times, forcing a smile on her face, but the hurt in her eyes is evident. What’s wrong with you? I ask myself for the second time that night. “Yeah. It really is none of my business. I just… if I had known, then I would have made do until you weren’t so busy.”

Would have made do? Inwardly groaning, I light the pilot and stand. Brooklyn shoots to her feet. “Don’t apologize. Like I said, this is part of the job description.”

“Right. Let me get out of your way,” she says and turns, only to bump into me and stumble backward.

“Careful,” I admonish, my protective instincts coming out in full force as I grab her wrist to prevent her from falling, but her foot slips and she trips over my toolbox.

Without thinking, I jerk her to me, our bodies colliding against one another in the cramped space. Her pretty eyes fly to my face and our gazes collide. There’s a hitch in her breath, just like when I’d helped her with her groceries.

Neither of us moves an inch, and I don’t let go. Instead, I begin to caress her skin with my thumb, right against the pulse point on her wrist. It’s beating out of control, from almost falling or because I’m touching her, I’m not sure.

“Parker,” she says softly.

“Yeah,” I answer in a voice I barely recognize. I dip my head, needing to taste her. Needing to get the inevitable over with.

“Let go of me.” Her sweet breath fans over my lips, and I freeze.

My intentions had been noble. I hadn’t wanted her to fall, but now I don’t want to let her go. I want to keep her here, where she belongs, with her hot little body pressed to mine. My free hand settles on her hip and squeezes.

Please.” Tipping her head back, she licks her lips and it’s then I notice how badly her body is shaking in my arms. Her eyes are so wide that there’s hardly any color.

“Don’t be scared,” I whisper. “I won’t hurt you. I promise.” I nip at her jaw and kiss my way up to her ear. Her skin is soft, hot, and tastes like heaven. There’s nothing artificial about her. Nothing demanding. “You like that?”

“Oh, God. Yes.” Her hands slide up my arms, fingers curling around my biceps. She says my name, a little plea that makes me close my eyes.

I suck in her earlobe and bite down gently, rocking my body against hers. Sliding my hand down her hip, I cup her firm ass and then glide my fingers down to her thigh to pull it up high and tight. I rock against her, making her head fall back on a moan. Need builds inside of me.

Pressing my hand against her lower back, I pick up the pace, rolling my hips, and making sure that my dick hits her in just the right spot.

She whimpers a little, a small, helpless sound that makes me so hard I can barely think. I just want her. “That’s such a pretty little sound, baby. Make it for me again.”

I feel her lips on my neck, the tentative lick of her tongue. Pleasure floods my system. My chest fucking heaves, like I’ve just lifted weights for the past hour and finally stopped. I cup her ass with both hands, rubbing against her… watching her cheeks flush and her white teeth come out to bite at her bottom lip.

Suddenly, her hands come between us, pushing at my chest. “Don’t… Please. You can’t… I can’t. My—I’m still… widowed.”

She makes no sense, only the catch in her voice bringing me out of my driving need. Sympathy replaces it as I remember how alone Brooklyn is in the world. Growing up with a sorry excuse of a mom like Crystal, I know how that feels. Only, Cole and I always had each other, and then once Kelly was born, we focused everything on her.

“I’m sorry for making you think I could.” She shakes her head. “I’m sorry.”

Damn it. I have to force myself to let go of her slowly, gently… not like I’m throwing her away because I’m pissed off. I’m anything but. “It’s no big deal,” I say and kiss her nose. “No harm, no foul.”

She continues to stare up at me, confusion, desire, and sadness swirling in those grey depths. “No big deal?”

I touch her cheek. “I meant about saying no.”

Her lashes flutter, fanning out on the tops of her cheeks. “Oh.”

“Give the water an hour to warm up and then try again,” I say, all business now. It was a mistake to touch her, but at least it didn’t go any further. Grabbing my toolbox, I take a step back, out of the confines of that small room and away from the desire roaring for me to take her. “Text me if it doesn’t work.”

She nods, swallowing so hard I can hear her. “Because you’ll be with your date and don’t want to be interrupted?”

No, baby, I’ll be thinking of you and doing God knows what in the shower to take the edge off. Actually, I know exactly what I’ll do. “Something like that.” Or I could call Dani and see if she’s still around. A part of me rebels at the thought. I can fuck who I want now, I remind myself. I can be with whomever I want. My terms. Not anyone else’s. “Is there anything else you need?”

See, I can do this. Calm, professional, and oh, so helpful. Besides, after what happened, I’m pretty damn sure she won’t be asking me to do anything for a while. And I’m pretty damn sure I need the space from her, now more than ever. No matter my newfound freedom, Brooklyn doesn’t strike me as the type of girl I can fool around without consequences.

“Tomorrow, could you come over and repair the back door on the screened-in porch? It’s not closing properly and I can’t lock it. And the window in the guest bedroom won’t lock either. I like to lock things at night—you know, for safety, not because I’m obsessed with locks.” She wrings her hands, her face worried and embarrassed as hell. “If you already have plans, then don’t worry about it. I can wait until you do have time.”

I can’t have her feeling unsafe. She’s all alone in a new town. “Make a list for me, sweetheart.”

She reaches out to touch my arm, her hand hovering before she pulls it back. I frown. “I’ll make it worth your while.”

I blink at her. Hadn’t Dani said those very words to me?

“By fixing you supper,” she quickly adds, turning away to grab a sponge and wipe at the kitchen counters. “I’m a decent cook, or I can order a pizza. Does anyone deliver out this far?”

“No,” I snap

Her embarrassed-driven cleaning stops mid-swipe. “Fine. No dinner.”

“I didn’t mean it like that.” Yet, I keep giving it to her like that every time.

She looks up at me expectantly.

I should stop while I’m ahead. Pay someone else to come out here and help her instead of me. It’s obvious that I can’t control myself when I’m around her. I can’t deal with that right now. For one, Brooklyn deserves better than me. And two, I’m leaving in a couple of months. Without anyone else.

“No one delivers out this far.” Obviously, I have brain-to-mouth issues that need work.

Her forehead wrinkles adorably. “So…”

“I’ll be back tomorrow evening.”

A surprised blush stains her cheeks. “Then I’ll have supper waiting.”


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 About the author:


New York Times Bestselling Author, Marquita Valentine, writes sexy heroes that make you swoon and sassy heroines that make you laugh. She’s the author of the bestselling contemporary romance series, Holland Springs, and the new adult romance series, Boys of the South.

Marquita met her husband aka Hot Builder at Sonic when they were in high school. She suggests this location to all of her single friends in search of a good man—and if that doesn’t work, they can console themselves with cheesy tatertots. She lives in North Carolina in a very, very small town with Hot Builder and their two children.


Release Day Excerpt and Giveaway for Shattered by Pamela Sparkman and Deanna Gohn


Title: Shattered (Stolen Breaths #2)

Author: Pamela Sparkman and Deanna Gohn

Age: Adult

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Scheduled Release Date: 10/14/14



Close your eyes for a moment and picture this.

A gorgeous redhead walks into a bar.

No, wait, a wedding reception.

A gorgeous redhead walks into a wedding reception. Poised, polished and flawless – on the outside.

He’s tall, dark, and handsome, exactly like a fairytale prince and he won’t take no for an answer as he leads her to the dance floor.

But this will be no ordinary dance and theirs is no ordinary story. What begins as rhythmic steps on a dance floor fluidly and beautifully becomes the rhythm of two hearts meant to beat as one.

Until the music stops.

In a moment everything she’s put behind her comes crashing down, threatening to destroy what his love has helped repair and rebuild.

Life throws punches and it hits hard when you least expect it.

What they learn is that sometimes, in order to be truly whole, you have to first be shattered to your very core.

An Excerpt From Shattered

“I’ll never get used to this,” Maggie whispered, chopped and breathy, tearing her eyes away from mine.

“Used to what?”

“You.” She stood, took a step back, and extended her arms between us, creating distance I didn’t want. “I’ll never get used to someone treating me the way you do.” She shook her head like she was trying to dislodge a memory or something.

I closed my eyes and tried to pull myself together. “Maggie,” I said, “it kills me to think that anyone would ever get a piece of you without appreciating what they were getting first.” I opened my eyes and pinned her with my stare, daring her to look away from me. “Don’t do it again. Don’t give away pieces of yourself to anyone who hasn’t earned them.”

Setting the guitar down, I stood and took a step forward to close the gap she’d created. “You need to get used to it. I don’t want to be just someone to you. I want to be the only one. And I promise you, Maggie Malone, if you let me, I’ll earn all of the pieces of you before I take a single one.”

“You’re too late.”

My heart felt like it had been dropped kicked across the fucking room. “Don’t say that. Don’t say I’m too late.” I inched closer and cupped her face in my palms.

“I meant that you’ve already earned pieces of me.”

“What pieces?”

She looked up at me with teary eyes. “All of them.”

My Review:

I loved reading Stolen Breaths, along with Lily and Cooper, but I have now just fallen in love with Maggie and Joe.

In Stolen breaths I had an image of Joe that was very different from the image of what I have of him now!!!! I just thought he was this goofy guy that worked at a bar and was friends with Cooper, but he is a handsome, caring guy with a sense of humor, I’m completely sold of him!!!!

Maggie is Lilly’s best friend from Colorado, she has an attraction to Joe (how could you not), but there’s something in the back of her mind stopping her from getting close!!!

I think that my favorite scene in the book is at the wedding when Cooper, Joe and Hayden are preforming “Good Vibrations”. I could picture them all up there dancing and Joe singing, it was so GREAT!!!

About the Author

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I grew up in Alabama and have always been an avid reader. I had a stack of those Little Golden Books and I can remember reading Three Little Kittens over and over and over again. It was my favorite.

Fast forward and the older I got the more in love with books I became. So, I’m admitting that I am a huge nerd. The only reading I don’t like are those math word problems. And I’m okay with that because no one has ever asked me in real life… “If I give you two bananas and take away six apples, how long will it take the southbound train to collide with the northbound train if Johnny left his house at midnight?” It just doesn’t happen.
So, yeah, books are my thing.
Oh and music. All kinds. Love.It.



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TitleDefinitely, Maybe in Love by Ophelia London

Age group: New Adult

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Publisher: Entangled: Embrace

Scheduled to release: October 28, 2013


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Her theory of attraction is about to get a new angle…

Spring Honeycutt wants two things: to ace her sustainable living thesis and to save the environment. Both seem hopelessly unobtainable until her college professor suggests that with a new angle, her paper could be published. Spring swears she’ll do whatever it takes to ensure that happens.

“Whatever it takes,” however, means forming a partnership with the very hot, very privileged, very conceited Henry Knightly.

Henry is Spring’s only hope at publication, but he’s also the über-rich son of a land developer and cash-strapped Spring’s polar opposite. Too bad she can’t help being attracted to the way he pushes her buttons, both politically and physically. As they work on her thesis, Spring finds there’s more to Henry than his old money and argyle sweaters…but can she drop the loud-and-proud act long enough to let him in? Suddenly, choosing between what she wants and what she needs puts Spring at odds with everything she believes in.

Definitely, Maybe in Love is a modern take on Pride and Prejudice that proves true love is worth risking a little pride.

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When he kissed me, there was an explosion of stars behind my eyes. His body shifted, pressing me hard against the wall, leaving me no choice but to grab on to the curves of his elbows. His hands still held my neck, fingers moving over my skin, his thumbs brushing across my cheeks. I could taste the sugar on his lips, the flour and the sweet tang of cranberries, a delicious combination that made my mouth water. Without realizing it, I parted my lips, needing a deeper taste.

About the Author:


USA Today bestselling author Ophelia London was born and raised among the redwood trees in beautiful northern California. Once she was fully educated, she decided to settle in Florida, but her car broke down in Texas and she’s lived in Dallas ever since. A cupcake and treadmill aficionado (obviously those things are connected), she spends her time watching arthouse movies and impossibly trashy TV, while living vicariously through the characters in the books she writes. Ophelia is the author of SOMEDAY MAYBE; DEFINITELY, MAYBE IN LOVE; ABBY ROAD; the Perfect Kisses series including: FALLING FOR HER SOLDIER, PLAYING AT LOVE, SPEAKING OF LOVE, and MAKING WAVES; and the upcoming Sugar City series for Entangled’s Bliss line. Visit her at But don’t call when The Vampire Diaries (or Dawson’s Creek) is on.

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