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Sunday Spotlight: The Score by Elle Kennedy

Posted January 10, 2016 by Rowena in Features | 11 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

Rowena: I am completely obsessed with this series. It’s one of my favorite series that I started last year and I seriously cannot get enough. You guys, this book comes out tomorrow!!

We’re getting Dean’s book and I’ve got to be honest, when I found out that Kennedy was writing Dean’s book next, I was a little bummed since I wanted Tucker’s book but I’ve been reading a lot of excerpts and teasers around and I’m super stoked to read this book now.

Dean is another roommate of both Garrett and Logan. He plays hockey with them and he’s a huge playboy. He’s a fan of sex with multiple partners in the living room of the off campus apartment that he shares with Garrett, Logan and Tuck…and he’s rich. I’m wondering how all of that is going to play out, what kind of person Dean really is behind that quick smile and even quicker wit.

When I found out that his heroine is Allie, Hannah’s (from The Deal) bestie and roommate, I was super excited. I really liked her in The Deal. I thought she was a great friend to Hannah and I’m mighty curious to see what happened to her relationship with frat boy Sean. What brings these two together?

I can’t wait to find out!

The Score
The Score (Off Campus #3) by Elle Kennedy
Releases on January 11, 2016 by Elle Kennedy

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He knows how to score, on and off the ice

Allie Hayes is in crisis mode. With graduation looming, she still doesn’t have the first clue about what she’s going to do after college. To make matters worse, she’s nursing a broken heart thanks to the end of her longtime relationship. Wild rebound sex is definitely not the solution to her problems, but gorgeous hockey star Dean Di-Laurentis is impossible to resist. Just once, though, because even if her future is uncertain, it sure as heck won’t include the king of one-night stands.

It’ll take more than flashy moves to win her over

Dean always gets what he wants. Girls, grades, girls, recognition, girls…he’s a ladies man, all right, and he’s yet to meet a woman who’s immune to his charms. Until Allie. For one night, the feisty blonde rocked his entire world—and now she wants to be friends? Nope. It’s not over until he says it’s over. Dean is in full-on pursuit, but when life-rocking changes strike, he starts to wonder if maybe it’s time to stop focusing on scoring…and shoot for love.

Awww, Dean shows up at Allie’s apartment to cheer her up?

I’m sure that’s not the only thing he was hoping to do once he got there. Let’s dig into this excerpt, shall we?


“Hey there, baby doll.” He flashes a grin and barrels his way inside. “Wellsy said you were sulking, so I stopped by to turn your frown upside down.”

“I’m not sulking,” I grumble.

“Even better. Saves me from having to do any work.” He unzips his jacket and tosses it on the arm of the couch. Then he strips off his sweater, leaving him in nothing but faded blue jeans.

I stare at him in disbelief. “Did you really just take off your shirt?”

“Yeah. I don’t like shirts.”

He doesn’t like shirts.

This guy…goddamn it, I don’t even know what I think of him.

He turns toward the sofa, and the way his tight butt moves beneath the snug denim reminds me of how firm it felt when I squeezed it. Then he lowers his long body on the sofa cushions, which causes the denim to stretch over his package, and now I’m reminded of the way my mouth had watered when Dean’s cock was filling it.

“Oh yeah, suck it, baby. Suck it like you own it.”

The raspy command echoes in my mind. My lips start to tingle, because damn it, I had sucked it. I’d sucked it like it was a lollipop and an ice cream cone and every other delicious treat imaginable, all rolled up in one hard cock.

Crap, I think I might be blushing, which is confirmed when Dean winks at me. Does he know I’m thinking about blowing him?

What am I even saying? Of course he does. A guy like Dean probably assumes that everyone, at all times, is thinking about blowing him.

He stretches one arm along the back of the couch and beckons me with the other. “You sitting or what?”

“I’ll stand, thanks.”

“Aw, come on. I don’t bite.”

“Yes, you do.”

Those green eyes twinkle. “You’re right. I do.”

He looks way too comfortable sitting there on my couch. A blond Adonis with his golden chest and sculpted muscles and perfectly chiseled face. If the hockey thing doesn’t work out for him, he ought to consider going into modeling. Dean Di Laurentis oozes sexuality. He could slap his face on a laxative label and every woman in the world would be praying for constipation just to have an excuse to buy it.

“Seriously, Allie-Cat, sit down. You’re starting to make me feel unwelcome.”

“You aren’t welcome,” I sputter. “I was having a perfectly nice evening until you showed up.”

He looks hurt, but I don’t know if it’s genuine or if he’s putting it on. I suspect it’s the latter. “You really don’t like me, huh?”

This is me right now…

I didn’t think I could be any more excited for tomorrow. I know what I’ll be doing once I download this book to my iPad. grin

Off-Campus Series

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Elle Kennedy

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: Against the Wall by Jill Sorenson

Posted January 3, 2016 by Rowena in Features | 6 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

To start things off, Jill Sorenson has a book coming out next month that I forgot I wanted. You see, back in 2011 I read The Edge of Night and really enjoyed it. You can read my review of that book here. I also really enjoyed the secondary romance but wanted more from Eric’s character and wanted a longer, fully fleshed out romance for Eric and Meghan. I hoped Eric would get his own book and my wishes came true because Against the Wall comes out on February 2, 2016 and…IT’S ERIC AND MEGHAN’S BOOK!

Excuse me while I do a little happy dance…

After reading the premise for this book, I’m even more excited because holy cow…I’m so stoked to see these two all grown up and falling in love again. I have every faith that Jill Sorenson will work her magic and completely win me over. I can’t wait for more Eric. Eric Hernandez is full of yum. In my head, this is Eric.

Eric Hernandez

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Against the Wall
Against the Wall by Jill Sorenson
Releases on February 2, 2016 by Loveswept

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Fans of Katie McGarry, Simone Elkeles, and Tammara Webber will love Against the Wall! As teenagers, they fell for each other despite the odds. But now that Eric and Meghan are all grown up, they’re reunited by fierce passion and dangerous secrets.

Eric Hernandez is the bad boy of every schoolgirl’s fantasies—and every mother’s nightmares. But after serving time for manslaughter, he’s ready to turn his life around. He just needs a chance to prove himself as a professional tattoo artist. The one thing that keeps him going is the memory of the innocent beauty he loved and left behind.

Meghan Young’s world isn’t as perfect as it looks. The preacher’s daughter is living a lie, especially now that Eric is back. Tougher, harder, and sexier than ever, he might be the only person she can trust. But there’s no telling what he’ll do to protect her if he learns the truth, and that’s a risk Meghan won’t let him take. And yet, back in the arms of the troubled boy with the artist’s soul, Meghan can’t help surrendering to the man he’s become.

Jill Sorenson set this excerpt up for us and I’m more than a little anxious. Check it out: In this excerpt, Meghan returns to her brother’s house to search for a letter she wrote to Eric while he was in prison.


I park in the driveway at Noah’s house and unlock the front door. I’m greeted by silence, so I head straight to the den. Eric’s not there. The bed is neatly made with a black backpack sitting on top of it. I’m tempted to search through his stuff, but I resist the urge. I came for my letter, which he rejected. He didn’t want it then and he doesn’t deserve to read it now.
The only question is…where did I put it?

I start in the closet, shoving my old clothes aside. My body hums with a strange sort of tension. It takes me a minute to realize that it’s anger. I’m mad at myself for leaving the letter behind. I’m mad at Eric for coming back from prison, more handsome than ever. I’m mad at Chip for bruising my arm. I’m mad at my parents for being so disappointed in my choices. I’m mad at the world and at the way things worked out.

I find some photos and jewelry in a shoebox, but my letter isn’t there. I suspect that April has moved my belongings and I feel a twinge of pique. Leaving the closet in a disarray, I check the nightstand. Eric’s clothes are in the top drawer, along with a shaving kit and a stick of deodorant. I imagine removing the lid to smell it like a lovesick girl.

I grit my teeth and shove that drawer shut, moving on to the next one. There’s a large manila envelope stuffed with letters that aren’t mine. I peek inside anyway. I can’t read the folded pages without removing them, but I recognize the slanted masculine scrawl.

Before I can snoop further, someone walks in the front door.


It’s Eric. I toss the envelope back into the drawer and shut it quickly. He appears in the doorway before I have a chance to escape. I can’t come up with an excuse to be in here, so I just stare at him, my heart racing. He’s wearing the same shirt as yesterday with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His boots are work-worn, his jaw smooth. Freshly shaved. There’s no hint of softness in his body. He’s all sharp edges.

He’s quieter than I remember, more self-possessed. There’s a new stillness in him, as if he’s braced for trouble. “You don’t have to clear out your stuff on my account. I told April not to bother you.”

I cross my arms over my chest to hide my trembling hands. Then I glance into the closet, which is full of the quirky thrift shop clothes I used to wear, BC. Before Chip. “I wanted to pick up a few things.”

Eric stands at the threshold, studying me. He looks hot. Not just good-looking hot, but sweaty-hot, as if he’s been walking in the sun for miles. He probably wants me to leave so he can freshen up. I imagine him stripping down to the waist and my brain short-circuits. He’s got more tattoos now. Harder muscles, broader shoulders.

I clear my throat, flushing. I feel trapped and awkward, in danger of embarrassing myself. I can’t find my letter with him watching. “I’m sorry about Chip.”

Eric shrugs. “It’s okay.”

“No, it’s not. He was rude.”

“Does he know about…?” He trails off, making a vague gesture between us.

“He knows now.”

His gaze searches mine, brow furrowed as if he’s wondering how many details I shared. He makes no attempt to apologize for the things he said when I visited him in jail. Maybe he doesn’t remember that conversation—or care.

“I heard Noah set you up with an interview at Fine Ink.”

“Yeah, he did.”

Matthew Fine is my best friend’s dad. He met Noah through me. “How’d it go?”

“Pretty good. I start tomorrow.”

“You move fast.”

“Not always.”

I’m not sure what he means by that. He moved pretty fast with me. Then again, I threw myself at him.
“I need a bag for my stuff,” I say, brushing by him. April keeps trash bags in the kitchen. I grab one and return to the den. Eric makes himself scarce while I start tossing vintage tees and secondhand dresses into the large plastic bag.

When I’m done, I tiptoe to the desk in the corner. It has a hidden drawer that I haven’t thought about in ages. My fingers search the underside of the desk for the release mechanism. It pops open and sure enough, there’s a pale blue envelope inside, next to a cross on a thin silver chain. Eric left it for me the day he got arrested. He seemed to know he wasn’t coming back from that fight.
I shove the necklace into my pocket and hide the letter in the clothes. Then I pick up the trash bag and drag it out. Eric is in the living room, drinking a soda. He opens the front door because my hands are full.

“I’ll carry that for you,” he says.

“No, I’ve got it.”

I try to sidestep him, but I’m all out of sorts and clumsy. I stumble over a potted plant by the entryway. He grabs my arm to save me from falling on my ass. Unfortunately, it’s the tender arm. I wince as he steadies me.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.”

His hand slides to my elbow. It’s a man’s hand, strong and dark against my pale skin. The fingerprint bruises are visible on my upper arm, just under the edge of my shirtsleeve. He pushes up the fabric, frowning. “What happened to you?”


“Chip did this?”

“I bruise easily,” I say.

The last thing I want is Eric going after Chip. The two of them hated each other on sight. I don’t need any more grief from Chip, and Eric is supposed to stay out of trouble. One slip and he’ll be back in prison.

He releases my arm, which tingles from his touch. Then his eyes travel down my body, as if searching for more injuries. I’m wearing a thin tunic blouse with cutoff denim shorts and huarache sandals. His gaze lingers on my bare legs.

We both notice the silver chain at the same time. It must have slipped from my pocket. Now it’s lying on the carpet, glittering in the afternoon haze like a beacon of shame. He bends down to retrieve it.

“That’s yours.”

“I know,” he says flatly.

I want to tell him that the item means nothing to me, but I’m not the best liar. My mouth goes dry and I don’t trust my voice. He puts the cross in his pocket, straightening. I couldn’t bring myself to fling the necklace off the end of the pier after he went away. Instead I crushed it into my fist and wept.

Moving past him, I continue out the door. He follows me to my car and helps me put the bag in my trunk. I stand by the curb, self-conscious. I can smell freshly cut grass and warm dirt. Bees buzz in the background, swarming high in the trees. My face is hot, heart racing. I feel alive in an uncomfortable way. It’s as if I’ve been reanimated or woken up from a coma. I’m not ready for this much stimulation.

“You look good,” he says.

“So do you,” I reply, mildly resentful of this fact. He doesn’t look good for someone who’s been in prison for three years, either. He looks good, period. He looks hard and healthy and strong. He looks like he hasn’t seen a pretty girl in a long time and he wants to eat me up.

“I’d better go,” I say.

“Yeah. You’d better.”

Despite the warning in his tone, I don’t move. The memory of our ill-fated affair, and the way he broke things off, hangs in the air between us.

I can’t let him use me and toss me aside again just because he’s eager for female attention. He’s young and well-built. He’s always been handsome. He’ll have no trouble finding a girl to hook up with. He needs a single girl, one who won’t cause so many complications in his life. Noah would be furious if Eric touched me, and Chip would go ballistic.

Even so, I lean forward to kiss him goodbye. My lips brush his cheek, lingering close to his mouth. It’s a friendly kiss, even sisterly, but I’m taunting him and he knows it. His jaw clenches with tension.

I want to elicit a reaction from him. I want to make him sorry. I have this revenge-fantasy of getting him excited and then pushing him away.

Excuse me for a minute…

Holy smokes, I can’t freaking wait for this book to come out. I’ve got a case of major grabby hands so I’m pretty sure that come February 2nd, this is going to be me…

Giveaway: We’re giving one lucky winner their choice of one of our Sunday Spotlight books. Use the Rafflecopter widget below to enter for one of January’s features.

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Are you as excited for this release as we are? Let us know how excited you are and what other books you’re excited for this year!

Jill Sorenson

About the Author: Jill Sorenson is the RITA-nominated author of more than a dozen romantic suspense novels, including the Aftershock series by HQN. She lives in the San Diego area with her family. She’s a soccer mom who loves nature, coffee, reading, twitter and reality TV.

Riding Dirty is her first erotic suspense novel.

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