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Sunday Spotlight: I Wish You Were Mine by Lauren Layne

Posted February 28, 2016 by Rowena in Features | 2 Comments

Sunday Spotlight is a new feature we’re running in 2016. Each week, we will spotlight a release that we’re excited about. We’ll be posting exclusive excerpts and being total fangirls. You’ve been warned. 🙂

Sunday Spotlight

I read the first book in this series at Ames recommendation and I really liked it. The main couple had me laughing, happy sighing and the hero was hot enough that I wanted him for myself. We didn’t get much as far as an introduction to Jackson is that book but the heroine is a big fan of his and I’m not mad that we’re getting his story. I was curious about the big scandal that broke up his marriage. I’m actually thrilled to dig right in.

I Wish You Were Mine (Oxford #2) by Lauren Layne
Released on February 2, 2016 by Loveswept

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Perfect for fans of Alice Clayton and Emma Chase, Lauren Layne’s Oxford series heats up in this story of forbidden desire as a brooding jock hoping for a comeback falls for a woman who’s strictly off-limits.

A year ago, Jackson Burke was married to the love of his life and playing quarterback for the Texas Redhawks. Now he’s retired, courtesy of the car accident that ruined his career—and single, after a nasty scandal torpedoed his marriage. Just as he’s starting to get used to his new life as a health and fitness columnist for Oxford magazine, his unpredictable ex shows up on his doorstep in Manhattan. Jackson should be thrilled. But he can’t stop thinking about the one person who’s always been there for him, the one girl he could never have: her younger sister.

Mollie Carrington can’t say no to Madison. After all, her older sister practically raised her. So when Madison begs for help in winning her ex-husband back, Mollie’s just glad she got over her own crush on Jackson ages ago—or so she thought. Because as Mollie reconnects with Jackson, she quickly forgets all her reasons to stay loyal to her sister. Tempted by Jackson’s mellow drawl and cowboy good looks, Mollie is sick and tired of coming in second place. But she can’t win if she doesn’t play the game.

I’m a big fan of the friends to lovers trope so it’s not a surprise that I want this book, like now. I love that moment when a friendship changes into something else…and this excerpt is one of those moments. I’m happy sighing all over the place right now.


“Got any plans for tonight?” she asked sweetly, knowing full well that he didn’t. Best as she could tell, the man had made zero effort to develop any kind of life in New York outside of work.

He shook his head. “You?”

Mollie glanced down at her staying-in ensemble. “I was going to do a movie night. Pizza. Popcorn. The works.”

“It’s Friday. You’re not going out?”

She didn’t miss the hopeful note in his voice. He definitely didn’t want her around, and it stung. But she pushed through with the plan anyway.

“Nope,” she said, lifting her wine and taking a sip. “That a problem?”

“Why would it be a problem?” he muttered. “You want to be a twentysomething hermit, that’s your deal.”

Mollie rolled her eyes. “You’re not going to guilt me into going out tonight just because you don’t want to deal with me. And besides, I’m not the one whose social life is in mayday status.”

“Yeah, but I’m thirty-five.”

“I know. What I don’t know is why you think that’s an appropriate age to drape an afghan over your knees while sipping Ovaltine. You’re young and, frankly, hot. You should be grabbing drinks with coworkers right now. Or getting ready for a date. Or doing something other than being a big grumpy lump.”

Jackson choked on his beer. “Grumpy lump? You know, Molls, if you’re trying to make amends for last weekend, you probably should have just stopped at the ‘hot’ part.”

Mollie pounced. “Oh, so we are going to talk about last weekend? You’re not going to just hide in the bedroom again?”

He swore softly and hooked a finger into his tie to loosen it. “How is it that you’re so much younger than me, but you manage to make me sound like a petulant child?”

Mollie set her wineglass on the counter and leaned forward, palms braced on the counter. “Look. I am sorry about last weekend. I’m sorry that I thought the rumors about the other women might be true, but you have to give me a little break here. Remember that I was on the inside track of what was happening with you and Mad. I knew how bad things were. I knew that she wasn’t faithful at the end—”

Jackson opened his mouth, but Mollie held up her hand. “Hear me out. What I’m trying to say is that even when I thought maybe you might have slept around, I never stopped being your friend. I never stopped being there for you, and I never will. That’s what real friends are. Not the ones who have blind faith, but the ones who are still there even when you falter. I’m here, Jackson. I’ll always be here, so for the love of God, will you stop pushing me away?”

His hazel eyes narrowed. “I feel like that was the worst apology ever.”

She gave him a wide smile and held her arms out. “Would it help if we hugged it out?”

He shook his head with a small smile as he lifted his beer. “Go away, Molls.”

She wiggled her fingers and moved toward him. “Come on. One hug.”

He laughed and tried to push her away. “Don’t be weird. I’m still annoyed at you.”

Ignoring this, Mollie wrapped her arms around him and squeezed, although it was a bit like embracing a redwood trunk. The man was thick and solid and hard.

“I’m sorry,” she said against the lapel of his suit jacket. “I’m really, really sorry.”

He stiffened for a moment before some of the tension finally seemed to seep out of him. She heard the clank of his beer bottle against the counter, and slowly his big arms came around her, engulfing her in a warm embrace.

She’d meant the hug to be friendly. Heck, it was friendly, in that it was a hug between friends. But as they stood there, lingering perhaps a bit longer than they should have, the hug started to feel different . . .

His head came down to rest on the top of hers, and she felt the slight pull as his stubble rasped against her hair. Mollie suddenly became aware of her hands—aware of the way his hard back felt against her palms, the way his muscles bunched as he pulled her closer against him.

Even the air felt thicker, or maybe it was just that both of their breathing seemed to have quickened.

Jackson’s hands moved just slightly, first upward toward her shoulders and then sliding down until his fingers rested at the small of her back, as though exploring her shape.

And suddenly Mollie wanted him to explore more. Wanted his hands to drift down farther, over her butt, and then around to the front.

Oh God!

Mollie’s hands found his broad shoulders as she pushed back abruptly.

Jackson blinked in surprise at the sudden movement before his arms dropped slowly to his sides. Their eyes held for a second too long, as though searching to see if the other had answers for what had just happened.

The moment I get my hands on this book I’m going to be like this:

…if someone bothers me while I read it. I guess I should warn my loved ones. I can’t freaking wait to start this book. I already know I’m going to love it.

The authors that have participated in this feature are killing it with these excerpts and this wasn’t an exception. I loved this excerpt. LOVED IT IN ALL CAPS!

Oxford Series

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Lauren Layne

Lauren Layne is the USA Today Bestselling author of more than a dozen contemporary romance novels.

Prior to becoming an author, Lauren worked in e-commerce and web-marketing. A year after moving from Seattle to NYC to pursue a writing career, she had a fabulous agent and multiple New York publishing deals.

Lauren currently lives in Manhattan with her husband and plus-sized Pomeranian. When not writing, you’ll likely find her running (rarely), reading (sometimes), or at happy hour (often).


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Sunday Spotlight: Break My Fall by Jessica Scott

Posted February 21, 2016 by Rowena in Features | 3 Comments

Sunday Spotlight is a new feature we’re running in 2016. Each week, we will spotlight a release that we’re excited about. We’ll be posting exclusive excerpts and being total fangirls. You’ve been warned. 🙂

Sunday Spotlight

Holly brought this book to my attention and reading the blurb had me all curious about the series as a whole so I read the first book, Before I Fall and that book was great. It made me so excited to read this book. Josh is one of Noah’s (hero of Before I Fall) friends and I was intrigued by his background, especially when he gave Beth shit for the way she turned her back on Noah. It made me want to read his book even more. He showed great potential as lead and I’m excited to see his story play out.

Break my Fall
Break My Fall (Falling #2) by Jessica Scott
Released on February 15, 2016 by Jessica Scott

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I’m addicted to it. It’s how I feel alive. It’s the only thing that’s real any more.

And now I have to sit around and discuss it like it’s physics or calculus.

I can’t do it. I can’t pretend that it’s some sterile academic topic.

Violence isn’t sterile. It isn’t calm. It’s pulsing. It’s alive.

It’s my drug.

Until I met Abby, I never wanted anything beyond the next fight. Never considered that I might finally find a way back to the land of the living.

Now? Now I find myself dreaming of a woman with golden eyes.

But I can never be with her. Because I am not whole. And I never will be again.

But I cannot stay away. And loving her might finally be what breaks me.

I’m really excited to see that Jessica Scott is keeping something that I enjoyed in Before I Fall in this book. The hero making sure the heroine gets home safely after their shift at the Baywater. It makes me wonder if Eli’s heroine will work at the Baywater too. Hmm.



I don’t know why I couldn’t find something funny to say. Something to break up the tension and make her laugh. I used to be good at making people laugh. My buddy Mike used to tell me I could make everyone laugh in the middle of a roadside bomb.

I’m fiddling with my phone when Abby steps out of the Baywater. I should have left. Should have gone home and slept everything off. Got up and done it all again tomorrow.

Except that when I’m around her, I feel…alive.

And as she walks toward me, I feel it again. That slow draw back to the light.

I like watching her walk. It’s a stupid thing to enjoy, but there is a gentle sway of her hips, a confidence in her steps that is at once feminine and strong. I wonder if she realizes how stunningly beautiful she is. She’s not some soft-spoken little mouse, asking for permission to be who she is. There’s something about how she walks with her head high, her chin lifted. I love the way the light from the streetlamp bathes her skin in a dusky glow. I can’t explain it but I’m drawn to her. Have been from the moment I saw her.

Maybe it was my time in the Army, but I find a woman with confidence sexy as hell, even when I’m wishing that I was crawling back into a bottle instead of losing the faint buzz I’d managed earlier. All these little girls walking around campus in damn near nothing couldn’t hold a candle to Abby with her quick smile and sharp mind.

I wonder what she’d say if I told her that. She’d probably knee me in the balls. And despite them being completely useless, I’m rather partial to them remaining where they are.

She approaches slowly. Almost like she’s trying to figure out what she’s doing. A tiny silver hoop earring catches the light. I’m not sure why I notice it but I do. It curves around the edge of her earlobe and I’m suddenly tempted to nibble on it.

Yeah, that’s called sexual assault, last time I checked. At least it was according to every mandatory sexual assault prevention class I ever attended. There’s something wrong with the world when we need a class to teach soldiers how not to rape each other.

And how is that for a buzz killing train of thought?

She slows as she approaches. Hesitant now.

“I have to admit, I’m kind of surprised.” Her voice is husky and dark. She looks tired and beautiful.

“At what?”

“That you’re here.”

“I…” I rub the back of my neck. “I can’t really think of anything cool or insightful to say that isn’t going to make me look like a stalker.”

That’s mostly true. I don’t know why I’m here. Why I’m drawn to her like I am.

I should be honest with her. I should tell her that I’m damaged goods. That I’m unfixable and unfuckable. Maybe I’ll see if she wants to cuddle and offer to draw her a puppy or something.

The reality of my world squeezes my throat and makes it difficult to breathe.

“Hey?” There’s caution in her voice now. A wariness that I never expected from her. She is too strong, too confident. The hesitation in her voice is at odds with everything I like about her.

I swallow and find my courage. Because I’ve come all the way here and I’m not going to surrender to the past and slink away like a fucking coward.

“So I just…I guess I just wanted to see if you wanted someone to walk home with you.” I didn’t plan on asking her that. I didn’t actually plan on showing up at all.

But anything is better than letting the walls of my apartment close in on me in the long hours between midnight and dawn.

She tips her head and studies me, her eyes curious. Her lips are soft and curved, and I have a stupid desire to touch her there, to feel if they’re as soft as they look. Maybe I’ll make easy conversation by asking her what she uses on them. Because I’m trying to get in touch with my inner-metrosexual.

“You came all the way here to ask me if I wanted to walk home with you?”

I lift both eyebrows. That wasn’t the response I was looking for, but I suppose it’s better than go fuck yourself. “Um, yes?” She’s laughing at me. I’m almost certain she’s laughing at me. “Why is that so hard to believe?”

“You’re a healthy, red blooded American male in an eligible dating market, and instead of being out looking for the future Mrs. Douglas, you’re here to see if I want to walk home? Like there’s no ulterior motive of trying to get me into bed?”

“Well, stalking is always a course of action for the try-to-get-you-into-bed thing.” I honestly can’t believe I just said that, but she laughs so maybe it wasn’t a disaster. “But it’s generally frowned upon, so hopefully I won’t have to resort to that.”

Her eyes sparkle a little and her lips are quirked at the edges. “That’s really not funny.”

“Not even a little bit?”

She cocks her head at me, and yes, that’s a cautious smile on her full, dark lips. “Have you ever been stalked?”

“Yeah, actually I was once. This girl gave me her number, and like the dumb horny jackass that I was, I called her. Little did I know that she had a history of, ah, being a little clingy.”

That’s putting it nicely.


“I found her in my room, stark naked, one morning after I’d gone for a run. The guys on the hall were less than impressed when she ran down the hallway screaming that she couldn’t live without me.”

Abby’s smiling now, the last trace of uneasiness drifting away. “You’re making that up.”

“Do I look like I’m making that up?”

“Mighty high opinion of yourself if you expect me to believe you have skinny little white girls throwing their naked bodies at you and you’re upset by it,” she says dryly.

“What can I say? I’m a great catch.”

She shakes her head but she’s smiling. “Did you really come here to walk me home?” Her words are quiet, sliding through the darkness to caress my skin with a promise of pleasures that I can no longer feel.

“Maybe I just wanted your number and was too afraid to ask for it outright.”

She tips her chin in that way she does. The way that makes me think she sees through all of my bullshit and the lies that I’ve been hiding behind since I started trying to pretend to be a normal college student.

She surprises me and takes a single step into my space and cups my cheek. Her palm is warm and smooth against my jaw, her fingertips brush against my skin. “You’re not like everyone else around here, are you?” she whispers.

“I like to think I blend in.”

“You most assuredly do not blend in.” Heavy words, laced with potential. I capture her hand beneath mine, holding her there. She’s the softest thing I’ve touched in…I can’t remember.

“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?” I can barely breathe.

She’s standing a little too close. I want to reach out and pull her against me and feel her softness surround me.

I want.

In a way I haven’t wanted in a very long time.

I want the normalcy of this moment, the normalcy of life untouched by war and violence and hate and regrets.

I should let her go. Walk away and pretend that this was a mistake.

But the soft warmth of her skin draws me closer. I’m like a man coming in from the cold, seeing the warmth of a glowing fire.

A better man would walk away.

But I am not a better man.

Oh man, that was a great excerpt. I’m all antsy to get my hands on this book and get to know all of Josh’s secrets, find out more about Abby and even see Noah and Beth again. I’m super stoked to dig into this book that I probably look like this:

squee I can’t wait to read this book!

Falling Series

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Jessica Scott is an Iraq war veteran, an active duty army officer and the USA Today bestselling author of novels set in the heart of America’s Army. She is the mother of two daughters, three cats and three dogs, and wife to a retired NCO. She and her family are currently wherever the army has sent her.

She’s also written for the New York Times At War Blog, PBS Point of View Regarding War, and IAVA. She deployed to Iraq in 2009 as part of Operation Iraqi Freedom (OIF)/New Dawn and has had the honor of serving as a company commander at Fort Hood, Texas twice.

She’s pursuing a graduate degree in Sociology in her spare time and she’s been featured as one of Esquire Magazine’s Americans of the Year for 2012.

Jessica is also an active member of the Military Writers Guild.

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Sunday Spotlight: Jockblocked by Jen Frederick

Posted February 14, 2016 by Rowena in Features | 10 Comments

Sunday Spotlight is a new feature we’re running in 2016. Each week, we will spotlight a release that we’re excited about. We’ll be posting exclusive excerpts and being total fangirls. You’ve been warned. 🙂

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This is the second book in the Gridiron series and I am completely obsessed with this series. Matty Iverson is a friend of Knox Masters (the hero in the first book, Sacked) and his book promises to be a good one. I knew that it was going to be a good book and I was fortunate enough to score an ARC of this book and inhaled it in one sitting.

It’s good guys. Really good. This is how I looked after I finished the book:

Everything that I hoped this book would be, it was. Matty was a fantastic hero, Lucy was a great heroine and their romance had me all swoony. It was a great reading experience so I’m over the moon that we’re spotlighting it this week.

Jockblocked Big
Jock Blocked (Gridiron #2) by Jen Frederick
Released on February 11, 2016 by Jen Frederick

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She’s always played it safe…

College junior Lucy Washington abides by one rule—avoid risk at all costs. She’s cautious in every aspect of her life, from her health, to her mock trial team, to the boring guys she dates. When a brash, gorgeous jock walks into the campus coffeeshop and turns his flirt on, Lucy is stunned by the force of attraction. For the first time ever, she’s willing to step out of her comfort zone, but can she really trust the guy who’s determined to sweep her off her feet?

He’s always played around…

Entering his last year of college eligibility, linebacker Matthew “Matty” Iverson has the team captaincy in his sights. And it’s his for the taking, if he can convince his quarterback Ace Anderson to give up the starting position. Luckily, Matty already has an edge—the hottie he’s lusting over just happens to be Ace’s childhood best friend. Getting Lucy on his side and in his bed? Hell yeah. Matty is more than confident he can have both, but when he falls hard for Lucy, it’s time for a new game plan: convince the woman of his dreams that she’s not sleeping with the enemy.

Don’t you just love it when a hero, who has never had to chase anyone gets turned down? A little rejection definitely makes one humble and Matty needed to be humbled a bit so this excerpt cracks me up because I love the camaraderie between Matty and his friends, then I loved seeing him battle wits with Lucy. So great!


“I’m trying to decide which is the best coffee for me.”

“I thought you didn’t drink coffee.”

“I don’t.” I shrug. Can I be more obvious? I don’t think so. Unfortunately, Lucy isn’t taking the bait. Another girl would be leaning against the counter, maybe twirling her hair around her finger. Lucy looks bored. That should bother me more, but instead I feel kind of energized by her dismissiveness. It’s sure as hell different. “You didn’t use my number.”

“I was studying. We have eight different kinds of tea.”

“I have the same problem with tea as I do coffee. Anything else?”

She opens her mouth to ask me what my problem is, then snaps it closed almost immediately. Hmm. Maybe I’m cracking her barrier a tiny bit.

“How about a spiced mulled cider?”

I perk up. “You can make that?” It’s January and as cold as a penguin’s ass, so spiced cider sounds great.

“Yup.” She scribbles something on the cup. I’m guessing it’s not her phone number because the vague smile she directs my way is the same one she gave the two students before me and undoubtedly the next one who will come behind me.

I shouldn’t feel a twinge of disappointment, but I do.

“Anything else?” she asks tentatively.

Because, like a dumbass, I’m still staring at her. I shift over to the glass case. “I could use an apple streusel.”

I’ll have to do an extra ten minutes on the sleds tomorrow to pay for that, but what the hell. We just won the championship. I have three weeks until spring ball starts. If I want to eat a piece of cake, this is the time.

“We make it fresh every day.” She recites the line with enough boredom to convey she’s tired of saying it. As she reaches inside the glass case with a pair of tongs and picks out the biggest slice, she asks, “Would you like it warmed up?”

“I don’t know, will I?” The words slide out, husky and provocative, and totally unintended.

Her eyes widen. “Ah, most people do.” She shoots me an irritated look and ducks around to heat up my cake while I feel like a total idiot. Not since sixth grade have I been so unpolished with a girl.

My phone buzzes.

Hammer: Where are u? The chicks at the Gas Station are so hot tonight. It’s like winter doesn’t exist for them. God bless band-aid dresses.

Me: Bandage.

Hammer: Same thing. Where are u?! Do you think the Christmas break makes these Western girls hotter? I don’t remember them being so fine last semester.

Me: How much have u had to drink? It’s only 8.

Hammer: Where are u?

I sigh. If I don’t answer him, he’ll probably run out of the Gas Station and start yelling my name like the guy who keeps yelling “Stella!” from that movie my mom loves so much. Huh. I wonder if that’s why Coach named his daughter that. I give myself a mental head slap for falling down that particular rabbit hole and punch in a response to Hammer.

Me: Brew place. Striking out.

Hammer: Noooooo.

Hopefully, Hammer’s drinking with a friend tonight.

My phone vibrates again but this time the screen displays the number fifty-five. It’s Masters. Damn, I’m going to miss that bastard when he leaves school at the end of this year.

Masters: Hammer texted me. Sounds like you need help.

I roll my eyes. What’d Hammer say?

Masters: Screenshotted the convo he could fit on one screen.

Me: Hammer’s shocked to find out that there are women outside the Gas Station. Worse, they have the word no in their vocabulary.

Masters: Situation appears dire. Look around. Do you see any adults?

I look up at Lucy, who’s talking to her co-worker and actively avoiding me. I think that’s a good sign.

Me: My ball size indicates I’m the adultest thing here.

The microwave dings, and she slides the streusel out. That’s not a good sign. I no longer have an excuse to loiter here at the counter. I point to the first thing I see. “I’ll take one of those, too.”

“It’s coffee cake. This version is made with actual coffee.” I don’t even have to look at her to know her expression is hovering between this guy is an idiot and when is he going to take his shit and go back to his table.

“Yeah, give me a big piece.”

She clearly thinks I’m short-changed in the big head. No clue what she thinks of me otherwise.

Me: I haven’t been rejected this hard since I tried to block the punt in that game against OSU last semester.

Masters: My wife says rejection is good for you. Makes you mentally tough.

Me: You love saying that phrase “my wife.”

Masters: You bet your fat ass I do.

Me: You don’t think it’s completely strange that you’re 21 and acting like a Taylor Swift song?

Masters: Bro, sorry you feel left out. Stop by later and I’ll give you a hug.

Me: Fuck off.

Masters: I have MY WIFE to do that for me. Thanks, though. Hug still stands. I’ll even let you smell me. MY WIFE says I smell delicious.

Me: I’ve smelled you before, which is why I’m not sure how you convinced Ellie to marry you. She must have defective olfactory senses.

Masters: Me and MY defective WIFE will be getting it on tonight. While u have only Rosie Palm.

Me: Don’t worry. I get plenty of variety. Left-hand Laura sometimes steps in.
Masters: Heard you were out with Josie Weeks. Be careful. She eats little linebackers like you for breakfast.

And the fact that I don’t even want to make a sexually charged comeback tells me exactly how I feel about Josie. Hope she doesn’t mind being just study partners.

“Here’s your apple streusel and your coffee cake.”

I tuck my phone back into my pocket. Lucy’s cheeks are back to a normal color, and her smile is one that says any future flirtations from me are about as welcome as a nighttime visit from a spider.

“You ever going to use that phone number?”

“I already did.” She tips her head down toward the end of the counter. “You can pick up your cider down there.”

I open my mouth to say something extremely witty when her male co-worker starts shouting out my phone number. So that’s what she wrote on the cup. The entire coffee house looks up at the skinny, hipster dude with his hair gelled so immaculately he might actually be a Ken doll come to life. Lucy spares me a glance under her eyelashes, and I can’t help but laugh.

I lean forward. “I like that you have it memorized.”

I have every faith that you guys will look just like this when you get this book:

It’s going to be a great read. I promise!

Gridiron Series

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Jen lives with her husband, child, and one rambunctious dog. She’s been reading stories all her life but never imagined writing one of her own. Jen loves to hear from readers so drop her a line at jensfrederick@gmail.com.

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Sunday Spotlight: Midnight Revenge by Elle Kennedy

Posted February 7, 2016 by Rowena in Features | 7 Comments

Sunday Spotlight is a new feature we’re running in 2016. Each week, we will spotlight a release that we’re excited about. We’ll be posting exclusive excerpts and being total fangirls. You’ve been warned. 🙂

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In each and every single book that came before in this series, I wanted this book. D is one of those standout characters that is sexy enough and mysterious enough that you just want more. In every book, my curiosity grew bigger and bigger until I thought I’d burst. When the announcement came that D was finally getting his story, this was me…

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No joke.

I’ve been waiting for this silent asshole killer dude to get his story told. I have my assumptions on his background, his childhood but I’m still not prepared to read it. I can’t wait to power through though.

Midnight Revenge
Midnight Revenge (Killer Instincts #7) by Elle Kennedy
Releases on February 2, 2016 by Signet

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From the USA Today bestselling author of Midnight Captive, the latest Killer Instincts novel is “off-the-charts-hot”* romantic suspense that takes readers into the heart of an enigmatic mercenary…

Out of all the stone-cold mercenaries in Jim Morgan’s black ops organization, Derek “D” Pratt is the most intimidating. He is tight-lipped and covered in tattoos, and even the other guys on his team are afraid to ask him about his past. D’s been off the grid for years, but after his teammate Sullivan is mistakenly captured in his place, D is forced to come out of hiding and face his demons.

When D lands in Mexico, he’s ready to risk everything to save his friend. To complicate matters, Sofia Amaro, a feisty doctor whom D had a one-night stand with months ago, has tracked him down. And in an instant she’s unintentionally caught up in his life-threatening rescue mission.

Now D must extract not one but two people from the most violent world he’s ever encountered. And one of them is carrying his child…

So Sofia, the doctor lady is his heroine? Interesting. I’m mighty intrigued to see how they come together.


He paused in the doorway, his mocking gaze sweeping over her, and even while wearing that scornful expression, he was still the most attractive man she’d ever laid eyes on. His features looked like they’d been chiseled out of stone, and the dark scruff on his jaw was sexy as hell.

She didn’t understand him. Didn’t understand herself for being so attracted to him. Derek Pratt represented everything she hated in a man. He was aloof, dispassionate, insensitive at times. He wasn’t boyfriend material. Hell, he wasn’t even first-date material.

Her gaze slid up his corded throat to his mouth. That mouth had no right being so damn sensual. He hadn’t kissed her the night they’d had sex. If anything, he’d made an effort to not even look at her. Taking her from behind while he was fully clothed . . . it was as impersonal as it could get.

The father of my baby, ladies and gentleman. A man who can’t even look a woman in the eye when he fucks her.

Along with a deep burn of resentment, her heart also ached with regret. There had to be more to this man. Nobody could be this cold and indifferent. Her gut told her that something had made him this way, and if she just took the time to find out what it was, then she could . . . what? Fix him?

God. Yes. Maybe she did want to fix him. Because that was what she did—she fixed people, damn it. And it drove her crazy that she couldn’t seem to reach D, no matter how hard she tried. For years their paths had kept crossing, over and over again, yet she knew as much about him now as she had back then. Which was nothing. She knew nothing.

“Ash will drive you to the plane in ten minutes,” he told her, then paused, visibly uncomfortable. “Make sure you go to all your doctor’s appointments. Take care of yourself and the kid.”

When he started to turn away, she hurried toward him. “Derek. Wait.”

The wariness in his eyes barely took root before she was reaching up to cup his cheeks. He flinched the second she touched him. She ignored the response. She suspected he didn’t like to be touched, but she didn’t care. She swept her thumbs over the stubble on his jaw and locked her gaze with his.

“Be careful,” she said softly.

Then she stood on her tiptoes and pressed her mouth to his.

His lips didn’t move. Not at first. His discomfort showed in the stiffness of his body, and if she hadn’t clasped her hands around his neck, she knew he would have pulled away.

She brushed her lips over his, slowly, gently. When she tried to deepen the kiss, he stiffened again, just for a moment, before his mouth opened ever so slightly and his tongue touched hers. Her pulse exploded as anticipation surged through her blood, but one fleeting taste was all she got. The softest, sweetest brush of his tongue, and then he wrenched their mouths apart.

“Good-bye, Sofia,” he said gruffly.

She stared at the empty doorway after he’d left it, her heart beating fast. Why did he always leave her wanting more? She didn’t know him. She wasn’t sure she liked him. Yet she always wanted more. Another lay. Another kiss. Just . . . more.

Sofia stood frozen in place as she listened to the male voices wafting from the main room. D had said something to his men, and now they were engaged in muffled conversation. Then she heard footsteps. The front door shut. A moment later, the faint sound of a car engine, and then voices again. Liam and Ash, talking among themselves.

D had left.

Good-bye, Sofia.

Her insides twisted into a tight knot. His good-bye had sounded way too final. Like they were never going to see each other again.

See? That silent asshole killer dude in action, ladies and gentlemen. I just know his story is going to be great!

Killer Instincts Series

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A New York Times, USA Today and Wall Street Journal bestselling author, Elle Kennedy grew up in the suburbs of Toronto, Ontario, and holds a B.A. in English from York University. From an early age, she knew she wanted to be a writer, and actively began pursuing that dream when she was a teenager.

Elle writes romantic suspense and erotic contemporary romance for various publishers. She loves strong heroines and sexy alpha heroes, and just enough heat and danger to keep things interesting!

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Sunday Spotlight: Fully Ignited by Shannon Stacey

Posted January 31, 2016 by Rowena in Features | 3 Comments

Sunday Spotlight is a new feature we’re running in 2016. Each week, we will spotlight a release that we’re excited about. We’ll be posting exclusive excerpts and being total fangirls. You’ve been warned. 🙂

Sunday Spotlight

Fully Ignited is Book 3 in the Boston Fire series by Shannon Stacey and it features Scotty Kincaid. Scotty is a sexy firefighter from Boston who loves his family and his firefighting brothers…and now he’s going to fall in love with a fellow firefighting woman. squeals Love in the work place…count me in!

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Fully Ignited
Fully Ignited (Boston Fire #3) by Shannon Stacey
Releases on February 23, 2016 by Carina Press

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When Jamie Rutherford takes a temporary assignment as lieutenant of Boston Fire’s Engine 59, she doesn’t anticipate any problems. She’s been in the fire service for a long time and, even though she’s fairly new to Boston, she knows how to make any firehouse her home. What she’s not prepared for is her reaction to firefighter Scott Kincaid.

Scott is looking for a wife. It’s been a fun ride as a single guy, but he’s tired of being the third wheel, and nearly losing his brother-in-law finally made him realize just how much he wants a family of his own. When the new guy at the firehouse turns out to be a capable, confident and very attractive woman, his plan is completely derailed.

Hooking up with a fellow firefighter has never been part of Jamie’s plan, but she’s tempted by Scott—even though getting involved with him could tarnish the reputation she’s worked so hard for. And Scott can’t stop thinking about Jamie, despite the fact that she’s his superior and not sticking around. Chemistry can crush the best-laid plans, though, and while Jamie and Scott might not be each other’s future…there’s no resisting the right now.


Lydia set a frosted mug on a paper coaster in front of her. “You’re not a New Englander, judging by the accent. How’d you end up in Boston?”

Jamie shrugged, swirling what remained of her drink in the bottom of the glass. “Classic story, I guess. I moved here for a guy. Then the guy moved on and I didn’t.”

“Was he from here?”

“No. He got offered a job in pharmaceutical sales and we’d been together long enough so he asked me to go with him the first time. Once you do that, you’re pretty much an official couple, so every time he moved to a bigger city and a bigger company for work, I moved, too. Things were going south between us about the time he realized he hated being away from his parents and I like Boston, so he went home without me.”

“Where’s home?”

Jamie hated this part—all the questions—though she knew there was no way around it. The firefighting community was close-knit, and she was going to be part of if whether she wanted to be or not. “Nebraska.”

Lydia frowned. “Really?”


“I don’t think I’ve ever met anybody from Nebraska.”

Jamie laughed. “You’d be surprised how often I hear that.”

“You guys don’t even have a hockey team, do you?”

“Not a professional one, no.”

“Nothing to stop you from being a Bruins fan, then. Some of the guys are out back, playing pool. It’s that room off to the side over there.”

Wondering if one of the guys was Scott, Jamie picked up her beer and looked in the direction Lydia pointed. “Thanks. I guess I’ll say hi, at least.”

As she walked across the bar, she took a few deep breaths. If Scott was in there, she’d be ready for that spark she felt every time she saw him and make sure she didn’t look at him any differently than she looked at the other guys.

It wasn’t easy, though. There were four guys around the pool table, none of whom she recognized. But there, at a table against the wall, was Scott. He was sitting with a guy in a cast who had to be Danny Walsh, and they both smiled when they saw her.

Her stomach did a little flip-flop at Scott’s smile, so she focused on his companion. “You must be Danny.”

“Nice to meet you in person. I’d get up, but…” He waved a hand at the cast. “You’d probably be gone by the time I managed it.”

She stepped forward and shook his hand, before backing up. Unfortunately, in trying to put a little space between her and Scott, she backed up too far and bumped into one of the guys playing pool.

“Oh, sorry,” she said, turning to apologize.

The guys smile turned sleazy when he looked her over and his gaze caught on her Boston Fire T-shirt. “Who’d you sleep with to get the shirt, honey?”

“Excuse me?”

“Does he know you took it or did you sneak out in it?”

“The shirt belongs to me.” She turned her back on him because he wasn’t worth her time.

“Aw, don’t be like that, honey. You can play with my hose if you want.”

Jamie turned to give the guy the look. It was a look that had served her well over the years and, more often than not, ended with the person on the receiving end dropping his or her gaze and muttering an apology.

But the asshole wasn’t looking at her. He was looking over her shoulder, and before she could grasp what that meant, somebody rushed by her to the right.

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Awwww yeah, Scotty defending Jamie’s honor. That’s my dawg!!! I’m so looking forward to reading this book dammit!

Boston Fire Series

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New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Shannon Stacey lives with her husband and two sons in New England, where her favorite activities are writing romance and really random tweets when she’s not riding her ATV. She loves mud, books, football & watching way too much TV.

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