Tag: Tracy Solheim

Excerpt: Smolder by Tracy Solheim

Posted June 20, 2016 by Rowena in Promotions | 0 Comments

For the next few days, we’ll be featuring the books from the Firefighters of Montana series. Enjoy the excerpts!

Smolder by Tracy Solheim
Firefighters of Montana #1
Releases on June 7, 2016 by Tule Publishing

Former Army Ranger, Sam Gaskill, is starting over in Glacier Creek, Montana – far away from the plains of Texas and the memories of his late wife. Taking charge as the new captain of a squad of smoke jumpers should provide him with enough adrenaline to chase away the ghosts from his past. Until a sexy, green-eyed temptress with a sassy mouth enters the picture…

Laurel Keenan, champion horsewoman, couldn’t wait to escape her hometown. But instead, an ailing mother and an unplanned pregnancy landed the impetuous dreamer right back on her father’s ranch. Laurel has managed to lead a quiet life with her young son—until she sets eyes on the tough guy with the sexy ass.

Sam already failed one woman; he won’t trust his heart with another. And Laurel is determined not to risk her heart—or her son’s—on another thrill-seeker. Can their slow burn lead to a love that lasts?

Order the Book:



A chilly early morning breeze whispered off Flathead Lake, still icy in spots despite the calendar claiming it was springtime. Sam Gaskill cursed his stupidity for not buying a pair of gloves the minute he’d arrived in Glacier Creek. But the locals had all been walking around in shirtsleeves the day before, citing the “balmy” Montana weather. And Sam couldn’t afford to look weak. Not when he had so much to prove.

The lingering layer of snow crunched beneath his boots as he walked around the truck and opened the trailer door. Tabitha glanced over her shoulder, her big brown eyes seeming to plead with him.

“Yeah, I know, honey, we’re not in Texas anymore.” Sam blew on his hands and pulled his leather jacket more tightly around his neck. “But if you believe the weatherman, the snow should be gone in a day or two.”

The mare stomped her foot with a snort. Sam smiled as he reached for the lead rope and attached it to her halter. “Yeah, I don’t put much stock in the reliability of weather forecasters either.” He ran his hand over the palomino’s silky flank in order to sooth her. “But you’re gonna like it here, girl. The pastures all border the lake. And the barn looks warm and comfortable.”

Based upon his initial, quick inspection of the ranch, the state-of-the-art flagstone barn did look inviting—toasty and warm for both horses as well as humans. Despite the early morning hour, the twenty-stall stable was already bustling with activity. Sam heard the sounds of the horses grunting and nickering as their breakfast was being shoveled from a wheelbarrow into waiting feed buckets. A radio belted out a song in Spanish while a groom cheerfully whistled along with the tune. Sam breathed a sigh of relief, feeling better about his decision. If the condition of the facilities and the other horses were anything to go by, Tabitha would be well cared for at Whispering Breeze Ranch.

He unclipped the harness that secured her within the trailer stall. With a soft cluck and a gentle shove on her shoulder, Sam guided the horse backwards down the ramp. Her hooves were loud in the stable yard when they made contact with the metal. Once they’d reached the gravel drive, the good-natured mare lifted her nose in the air as if to assess her surroundings, her blonde mane lifting slightly with the breeze. She jerked her head suddenly at the sound of a low whistle.

“Well, I’ll be damned. She sure is a beauty. Even prettier than her pictures.” Clapping his hands together, Wayne Keenan, the rugged, middle-aged owner of Whispering Breeze, strode from the barn. “I still can’t believe my luck at having the only foal of the great Honey Bun and Honeysuckle boarding here. And she looks just like her mama.” He pulled off a work glove and reverently stroked his fingers down the white blaze on Tabitha’s face. The horse stood proudly, soaking in the attention. “You are a special girl, aren’t you,” Keenan murmured softly. “Bred to be a champion.”

“She looks cold to me,” a young voice said.

Sam turned toward the sliding barn doors where a young boy stood just inside. The child was dressed nearly identical to Keenan, wearing cowboy boots, jeans—baggy on his short, skinny legs—a shearling jacket, and a dark wool Sturgis Stetson that dipped low on his forehead. A black and white Boston terrier wiggled in his arms, yapping excitedly when Sam made eye-contact with it.

“You being the expert on animals that you are, Tyson, you’re probably right.” Keenan winked good-naturedly as he took the lead rope from Sam. “This pretty little filly can’t be used to the cool mountain air. I’ll take her inside and get her some breakfast, captain, while you settle up with the hauler.”
Reluctantly, Sam let the rope slide through his fingers. He was doing what was best for the horse—honoring his late wife’s dream. Still, he wondered if he was simply refusing to let go of the past.

Sam was starting over in a place far away from the plains of Texas and the mountains of Afghanistan. Hell, Montana might as well have been another planet. He didn’t know a soul in Glacier Creek, and he liked it that way. After eleven months, he wouldn’t be encountering pity in the eyes of everyone he met. He could take a breath of the cool mountain air and not taste guilt. But dragging the mare so far from home seemed both cruel and ridiculous. Yet leaving her behind had been unthinkable.

“Hey, mister.” The little boy interrupted his thoughts. “Does your horse like peppermints?”

The trouble with living in a place where no one knew his story—or his deepest secrets—was that people kept getting the facts mixed up. Tabitha was not Sam’s horse. She was, and always would be, Becky’s. The mare had been Sam’s gift to his wife weeks before his second deployment to the Middle East. In their first four years of marriage, he hadn’t been able to give Becky a child. Instead, he’d given her a young horse to keep her company during his long absences. Five years later, the mare was all Sam had left of his wife.

“Yeah, she likes mints.” Sam didn’t bother correcting the boy. It didn’t matter whose horse Tabitha was anymore. For all intents and purposes, she belonged to Wayne Keenan now. Sam was entrusting the renowned rancher with the care and training of his most precious possession. His heartbreaking albatross. “See that you don’t spoil her breakfast, though.”

The pint-sized cowboy continued to stare at him from beneath the brim of his hat until the dog scrambled out of his arms and began circling Sam’s feet.

“Oreo doesn’t like strangers,” the boy declared.

Right on cue, Oreo began growling and lunging at Sam’s boot. Reaching down, Sam grabbed the fifteen pounds of fur by the scruff of the neck and lifted the dog up so that they were nose to nose. Oreo’s big licorice eyes grew even rounder as he squirmed beneath Sam’s grip. Disciplining dogs wasn’t any different from disciplining soldiers—or smokejumpers as he was now paid to do. It was all in the look and the tone of his voice. Sam had mastered both at a very young age. Growing up with a general for a father, he’d had to.

Sam glared at Oreo for a long moment until the terrier settled down with a whimper. “Behave,” was all Sam said before handing the wee beastie off to its owner. Wrapping his arms around the dog, the boy turned on his heel and darted into the safety of the barn.

Great, now I’m scaring kids.

Sam shoved his fingers through his hair, longer today than it had been since he’d entered ROTC in college fourteen years earlier. Between his two sisters, he had five nieces and nephews, the younger two were likely close to the age of the boy who’d just hightailed it away from him. Sam used to be good with kids; the favorite uncle. But that was before war and death had changed him.

He didn’t have time to worry about a child he’d likely rarely see, however. Once Tabitha was settled, Sam could focus on his new job overseeing the forest service station that served as a base to teams of smokejumpers and a search and rescue patrol. He’d be so busy keeping the fifty-some employees of the base in line that he wouldn’t have time to check on the mare too often. That was why he’d selected Whispering Breeze for Tabitha. Keenan had agreed to train her so she was fit to be sold. He hoped her new owners would take the mare to compete in the American Quarter Horse Championship, Becky’s dream for the horse. After that, Tabitha could happily live out her life with new owners as a brood mare. And Sam could move on. If that was even possible.

The driver of the horse trailer carried a hand-tooled, western saddle off the truck and placed it on top of the tack trunk he’d already unloaded. Sam pulled a check out of his wallet and handed it to the hauler. “Thanks for getting her here safely, Jimbo.”

Jimbo adjusted the baseball cap on his head. “Your father-in-law thinks I took that horse to the glue factory months ago.”

Sam felt his jaw grow tight. “It wasn’t the horse’s fault.” He left the words about it being his own fault unsaid because he was pretty sure Jimbo knew that part. Hell, everyone in Belton, Texas, probably thought the same thing. Shaking off the memory, he clapped Jimbo on the shoulder and walked him to the driver’s side of the truck. “I appreciate you keeping her for me.”

“I did it for Becky.” Jimbo’s loyalty was clearly with his late cousin who’d made the crazy decision to marry Sam when everyone else had told her not to. “You ever comin’ back to Texas?”

Glancing up at the range of mountains looming behind the lake, their caps still covered in snow, Sam cleared the boulder from his throat. “Not much to come back to now.”

Jimbo nodded mutely before climbing behind the wheel. His wife’s cousin was no doubt relieved to see the last of Sam. “She never did like the idea of you hurling yourself out of perfectly good airplanes. Not that it matters much now. Still, you take care of yourself, Gaskill.”

Sam shoved his cold hands into the pockets of his jeans as he watched Jimbo maneuver the horse trailer back onto the long drive leading to the highway. The guy was right—it didn’t matter much what happened to Sam now. And if ‘hurling himself out of perfectly good airplanes’ chased away some of the numbness he felt, that was what he’d do. The fact that there’d be fire involved only made the jumps more challenging. And Sam needed something to challenge him—to thrill him—again.

“Truman! No!” Laurel Keenan swatted at the kid goat trying to graze along the counter of her galley kitchen. She shoved Tyson’s lunch into his backpack before her son’s pet could destroy that, too. Grabbing Truman by his collar, she dragged him through the loft apartment she and Tyson shared.

Despite being housed above the stable, the space was cozy and modern thanks to her mother’s talent as an interior designer. High ceilings lined with cherry wood complemented the bleached wood floors and the white stucco walls. The large living/dining area featured an iron chandelier that her mom had scavenged from an old boarding house near Butte. Laurel’s airy bedroom was at one end of the nine-hundred-foot-space while Tyson’s western themed bunk room was at the other end. The apartment was originally intended to be a guest house for visiting riders who came to Whispering Breeze to have their horses trained by Laurel’s mother. But life had a way of messing up even the simplest of plans and now it was home to both Laurel and her son.

“Tyson Campbell Johnson,” she called out as she hauled the goat, her son’s backpack, and her coat down the stairs leading into the barn. “How many times have I told you that you have to keep the door closed so this damn nosy goat will keep his butt out of the loft?”

The familiar scent of leather, liniment, horse, and hay greeted her, along with a suspicious silence. Too bad for her son, the chilly morning air did nothing to cool off her annoyance. Aside from finding a goat nibbling at her breakfast, Tyson’s father had texted saying he needed to speak with Laurel as soon as she’d dropped their son off at kindergarten. Both needed to happen before a very important meeting with her boss in just over an hour.

Oreo let out a little yip at the sight of the goat, but everyone else in the barn stood reverently admiring a gorgeous palomino horse munching on hay in one of the stalls—a palomino that had not been in that stall when Laurel had done the barn’s night check eight hours earlier. Laurel none-too-gently shoved the goat toward the open barn door. “Where did that horse come from?”

Her father fiddled with the piece of straw in his mouth. “Isn’t she a beauty?”

Apprehension fueled Laurel’s annoyance. At twenty-eight, she could read her dad pretty accurately, and her father’s words and demeanor told her he was up to something. “Yes, she is, but that wasn’t the question I asked, Dad. Where did she come from?”

“She came from Texas,” Tyson piped up.

“At seven-thirty in the morning? Did she walk here, then?” It was possible Laurel had missed the sound of a hauler while she was in the shower, but surely her father would have mentioned that he was expecting a horse to board with them; especially one as fine as the doe-eyed mare enjoying breakfast while an audience of worshipful men watched her every move like high school boys at a strip show. Laurel pulled on her puffy jacket to ward off the shivers brought on by both the morning chill and her premonition of trouble.

They hadn’t kept many extra horses since her mother’s health began failing nearly eight years ago. Before then, the ranch had been home to many champion quarter horses her mother had trained and Laurel had competed on. Today, their stock consisted of hearty hacks her father used for guided mountain tours and seasonal trail rides.

“She belongs to him.” Tyson’s mouth took on the familiar mulish look he got when she told the five-year-old he couldn’t buy candy at the grocery store checkout. Her sweet-natured son was usually too friendly with strangers, so his uncharacteristic animosity instantly put Laurel on guard.

She turned in the direction Tyson pointed. Her breath caught in her lungs momentarily at the sight of the tall, well-built man exiting the tack room. Amber eyes locked with hers as he prowled toward the palomino, his boots deceptively silent on the stone floor for a man of his build.

His swagger identified him to Laurel instantly, however. Her cousin’s description of the new captain of Glacier Creek’s forest service station was dead on—broad shoulders, wavy dark hair, perpetual five o’clock shadow, and an arrogant chin. Miranda had left out one crucial detail, though. The guy had a most exceptional ass. Laurel swallowed roughly when he walked past her to pat the horse on its withers.

The new station captain was definitely perpetuating the tough guy persona he’d ridden into town with a week ago. His light leather bomber jacket and well-worn Levis weren’t much of a defense against the crisp morning air in the flatlands. But if he wasn’t complaining, she’d just enjoy the view.

“Laurel, this is Captain Gaskill,” her father said. “An actual captain, as a matter of fact. He just left the army. Those boys over at the forest service base won’t know how to act with a real soldier commanding them.”

She grimaced at her father’s uncharacteristic tactlessness. Russ Edwards, the station’s previous captain, died tragically seven months ago when his parachute clipped a tree during a fire jump. The smokejumpers—as well as most of the town—had taken Russ’s death hard. Laurel’s uncle, Hugh Ferguson, had stepped back into his old job of station captain while the forest service recruited a new commander for the base, but most of the young smokejumpers only knew Hugh as the bartender from their favorite watering hole, The Drop Zone.

Needless to say, discipline and morale had been lacking during the off-season. Two of Laurel’s cousins worked at the station, so she knew the crews all deeply resented the forest service hiring someone from the outside. From what she’d heard, the army captain had his work cut out for him. Laurel almost felt sorry for him.

“And this here”—her father gestured to the mare—“is Tupelo Honey, the foal of Honey Bun and Honeysuckle. She goes by Tabitha in the barn. The captain is going to keep her at the ranch while he’s in Glacier Creek. Aren’t we lucky?”

Laurel didn’t see anything lucky about the arrangement. Her spidey-sense was still telling her there was more to the story.

She let her gaze wander back to the sexy ex-soldier. “So, you ride, captain?”

Sam Gaskill’s chin never moved while his arresting eyes slowly checked out Laurel from head to toe. Pulling her coat more tightly around her, she tried not to let the sensation of being given the once over by a lion scouting out his prey unnerve her. Instead she squared her chin and met the captain’s assessing gaze head on. So much for feeling sorry for the guy.

His lips barely moved. “I don’t.”

“Yet, you own a champion-bred quarter horse?”

“She belonged to my wife.” This time his mouth grew harder, if that was even possible.

“Oh, well, there’s your first mistake. You should have bought her some jewelry or a car so when you split it up you wouldn’t be stuck with something so difficult to pawn.”

He stiffened at her flippant remark and her father let out a beleaguered groan.

“My late wife.” The three words crackled through the frosty air and Laurel felt each one like a slap to the face.

She didn’t bother looking at her dad, who was likely wearing that pained look he always did when she spoke without thinking. Would she never learn? Her mother claimed Laurel had been born without the essential filter that ran from her brain to her mouth. Needless to say, impulsiveness had been Laurel’s downfall on more than one occasion.

Her cheeks were hot and her palms sweaty as she pushed the words out of her mouth. “Forgive me. That was beyond rude.”

A charged silence hovered within the barn as the oblivious mare continued to chew on hay. Laurel forced herself to meet the captain’s eyes. She was surprised to see the pain that was reflected there before he quickly extinguished it. Her stomach quivered in embarrassment.

“I’ve got to get to work,” he said stoically before running a hand along the mare’s sleek back. The intimate gesture brought out an unexpected flush to more than just Laurel’s face.

“Take good care of her. Let me know if you need anything else for her training.” His footsteps sounded much more commanding in retreat, and it wasn’t until Laurel heard the hum of his vehicle making its way along the drive that his last words registered.

“Training? What kind of training was he talking about, Dad?”

Her father shot her a disapproving look, likely left over from when she’d put her foot in her mouth moments earlier. But Laurel refused to let it deter her.

“You did tell the guy that Mom hasn’t trained a horse in years, didn’t you? He knows that she’s in a wheelchair and doesn’t ride anymore, right, Dad?”

Her father shoved his hat back on his head and squeezed at his temple. “I’m not some snake oil salesman, Laurel. Of course I told him all that.”

Laurel slapped her hands on her denim-clad thighs in exasperation. “Then why did you tell him we were going to train his horse?”

“Because we are!” His bellowed words echoed off the stone walls, startling the mare and sending the grooms scurrying back to work. Tyson looked on wide-eyed while Oreo let out a whimper.

Laurel felt as though the barn was spinning. “Who do you mean when you say ‘we’?” Although, she had a sinking feeling she already knew the answer to her question.

“You!” Her father pulled his hat off his head and dragged his long fingers through his shaggy silver hair. “I mean you, Laurel.”

Staggering back a step, she nearly tripped over Tyson’s backpack. “You can’t be serious? I don’t know the first thing about training a horse. That’s Mom’s talent. I just ride them. What possibly made you think I could—or would—do it?”

“For crying out loud, Laurel, the man’s wife is dead.” His voice trailed off as he stared past the barn door toward the house across the gravel drive where her mother likely waited to share breakfast with him. The barn was tense and quiet for a moment before her father swallowed fiercely, his fingers tightening on the brim of his hat. “She’d raised the horse from a foal and it was her dream to see it compete at the highest level.”

The captain’s wife had been a horsewoman like her mother then. That familiar fear that always gripped her when she thought of her mother dying added to the anxiety that already had Laurel on edge. Josephine Keenan had always been larger than life. Not only was she a popular designer for many of the stars who had vacation homes in the region, but her mother had served as the town’s elected mayor for eight years. She was a vibrant fixture in Glacier Creek until fate had intervened. Her mom’s multiple sclerosis was stable, her prognosis cautiously optimistic, but Laurel knew how quickly circumstances—and life—could change. From the looks of it, so did her father.

“Tyson.” She pushed out around the tightening in her chest. “Take Oreo up to the house and say good morning to your grandma. I’ll be up in a minute to drive you to school.” She reached down and handed her son his backpack. Tyson eyed his grandfather before wisely slipping out of the barn. Truman fell into step behind him.

“Is there something you’re not telling me, Dad,” she asked as soon as Tyson and his menagerie had cleared the door. “Something about Mom?”

Her father swore under his breath. “No, of course not.”

“Then why would you commit me to training a man’s horse?

“The captain’s wife already trained the damn horse, Laurel. You’re welcome to watch the videos.” He reached out and patted the horse’s neck. “She just needs some fine tuning so he can sell the animal. Two, maybe three months at the max.”

“Two to three months?” Laurel gasped. “Dad, even if I thought I knew how to ‘tune up’ a horse to the caliber this one needs to be, where am I going to find the time? I work full-time. I help out here at the ranch, and I’m studying for my CPA, remember?”

Her father finally turned so his brown eyes met hers head-on. Her breath caught at the vulnerability she saw in them. “I already hired an extra hand to help out on the trail rides and the overnights so you’d have more time to study. He starts next week.”

His words surprised her. Up until now, he’d been dismissive regarding her ability to become an accountant. Laurel was the first to agree the career didn’t naturally fit with her personality, but she was quick with numbers and the work provided an adequate challenge for her impulsive brain. Not only that, but she had a son to support—without her parents’ help. Unfortunately, her father’s opinion led to a great deal of self-doubt on her own part. His willingness to help her out now, in spite of the motivation behind that support, wasn’t something she could easily dismiss.

“The days are getting longer,” he continued. “I thought that maybe you could work with the horse in the evenings. Your mom could come out and watch while it’s still warm from the sun. It could be just like old times; her coaching you from the rail.” His voice broke slightly and Laurel felt it reverberate deep within her chest cavity. “I don’t think the captain is expecting miracles, honey. But I know both he and your mother would get something from it. The man was deployed in a war zone three times. He deserves our respect and whatever help we can give. And your mom. . .well, she deserves something to look forward to every day.”

Laurel didn’t know how to respond to her father. The morning had been a tsunami of anxious emotions already and she wasn’t sure how she felt about anything. She opened her mouth to say what, she had no idea, when Tyson came charging back into the barn.

“Mom, the big hand is on the twelve and the little hand is on the eight. We need to get to school. Miss Ivy said she’d let me turn on the computers and iPads today!”

Her father cleared his throat before putting his hat back on his head. “Well then, we’d better get you loaded up into your car seat. We don’t want Miss Ivy giving your special job to anyone else.” He gave Laurel’s arm a squeeze as he passed her. “Just think about it, Laurel. For once, give the situation time to settle before you react.”

He followed Tyson out of the barn, leaving her alone with the mare and enough guilt to swallow her whole. The horse eyed Laurel warily as she approached.

“You are a looker, I’ll give you that,” she said softly while the mare continued to crunch on her hay. Laurel pulled a mint out of her coat pocket and let it rest in her flat palm. The palomino hesitated coyly before sniffing Laurel’s fingers and finally taking the mint with a lick of her hand. Releasing a resigned sigh, Laurel patted the horse’s nose. “We’ll just take it one day at a time and see what happens.”

The horn on her beat-up Land Cruiser sounded as she gave the mare a final pat. “Gotta go. Tyson loves school and it makes him impatient in the mornings. Boys can be such a pain.” The horse snorted. “Your guy, too, huh?” Laurel said, sarcastically. “Hmm, I never would have guessed.” With a quick check to see if the stall door was secure, Laurel headed out of the barn to get on with her already crazy day.


About the Author


Tracy’s creative writing career started in the fourth grade when she published her first book. It was a bestseller–mainly because her dad bought all ten copies. From there, she moved on to work for NBC Sports and then to writing reports and testimony for Congress.

Today, Tracy is the author of best selling contemporary romance novels featuring hot football players and the women who love them.

She lives in Georgia, with her husband, two nearly adult children, and a horse named after her first novel: Game On.

Tagged: , , ,

Review: Sleeping with the Enemy by Tracy Solheim

Posted September 3, 2015 by Rowena in Reviews | 1 Comment

Review: Sleeping with the Enemy by Tracy SolheimReviewer: Rowena
Sleeping With the Enemy by Tracy Solheim
Series: Out of Bounds #4
Publisher: Penguin
Publication Date: September 1st 2015
Add It: Goodreads
Amazon | Barnes & Noble | The Ripped Bodice | Google Play Books
Series Rating: four-stars

The author of Risky Game returns with a football team owner who’s a real player, and the woman who’s ready to call him out on everything . . .

Dot-com millionaire Jay McManus is discovering that owning a pro football team like the Baltimore Blaze isn’t easy. An anonymous blogger is out to destroy his reputation, and now his team is being sued by its own cheerleaders. If Jay’s not careful, he could lose big—and not just financially.

Bridgett Janik’s brother may play for the Baltimore Blaze, but she’s not thrilled to be defending Jay McManus, the man who broke her heart. It’s bad enough she has to mingle with Jay during games, but working beside her former lover may be too much for her body—and her heart—to resist.

Jay’s determined not to let Bridgett slip away from him a second time. But, as the two follow the mysterious blogger’s trail, secrets—both past and present—are revealed, and Jay and Bridgett must decide if their relationship can be something more than just sleeping with the enemy.

Sleeping with the Enemy is Book 4 in the Out of Bounds series by Tracy Solheim. Of the four books in this series, I’ve only read one. Book 2. And now I’ve read Book 4. I have issues. What’s funny is that I was looking forward to Book 3, the hero of that book just so happens to be the brother of Book 4’s heroine. Haha.

Anyway, this book follows Brody Janik’s older sister Bridgett as she reunites with the one man that left her ten years ago, heartbroken and all alone. How, you ask? Well, she’s a big shot lawyer these days and Jay McManus (the heartbreaker) bought the Baltimore Blaze, the team that her brother plays for and they’re getting sued by some cheerleaders over a list of things. Sexual harrassment is one of those reasons. So Bridgett’s firm is hired for the Baltimore Blaze’s defense and Bridgett is put on the case because her brother is a player for the team and she’s a woman.

She’s not happy about the situation anymore than Jay is but once they’re thrown together, fate really brings them together.

The two of these guys have a serious history. They were in love ten years ago and a whole lot of shit went down and they fell out of touch with each other. There was a lot of heartbreak, hurt feelings and just some straight up misunderstandings. Holy cow when everything comes to light and the two of them realize how much time they lost being a part from each other over things that they “thought” about the other…I don’t know how they both didn’t go completely crazy. It was madness.

But I really enjoyed getting to know both Bridgett and Jay. I thought it was funny that Jay was being sued for sexual harassment and the guy sexually harassed Bridgett at every turn. She kept turning him down and he just kept coming back, bulldozing right over her every objection. I also thought that it was hilarious that Bridgett wasn’t surprised by the sexual harassment charges and commented on it.

There were times when I wanted to strangle Jay because of the very same reasons that Bridgett would get pissed off about and ultimately left him over. I hated that he gave everyone under the sun chance after chance, no matter how much their choices hurt him but Bridgett slights him once and he cut her out. Thought the worst of her and everything.

As much as Jay bugged me, I didn’t hate him. I knew that the both of them had some serious feelings going on for each other and I knew that Bridgett was right there in every single moment she shared with Jay. He was her kryptonite that turned into her world and I loved seeing their love for each other rekindle. They were good together and their history was interesting and dramatic but oh so passionate. Their story made for a great reading adventure.

Bridgett was strong and she was fierce and she was at her core, a loving person. I loved seeing her in action with her family. The Janiks were great. They were loyal to each other one minute and made each other cry the next minute. They were the kind of family that anyone with siblings can understand and connect with. I know that I did. I really need to go back and read Brody’s book because whew, he’s a hot one.

I wonder if Gwen and Adam will get a book or if Gwen will get one with someone else. I would be down with that.

This was a solid story in the Out of Bounds series and I’m glad that I read. The romance was sweet at times and passionate at others times. Jay and Bridgett brought the steam whenever they shared page time in this one and I ate it all up. I enjoyed seeing Brody and Shay again and all of the other characters. This is a good one and I recommend it for fans of the series.

3.5 out of 5

This book is available from Berkley. You can purchase it here or here in e-format. This book was provided by the publisher in exchange for an honest review.


Tagged: , , , , , , ,

Book Blitz: RISKY GAME by Tracy Solheim (+Giveaway)

Posted May 6, 2014 by Rowena in Promotions | 1 Comment


TSolheimAuthor Bio:

Author Tracy Solheim has written her share of best sellers and note-worthy books. Unfortunately most of them line the shelves of dusty government offices around the world never to see the light of day. She hopes to change that with her series of contemporary romantic fiction novels published by Berkley Books.

“I guess you could say I’m a frustrated sports writer at heart, but I love writing—and reading—books centered around sports. I can thank my dad for that. He introduced me to Dick Francis novels when I was a teenager and I was hooked. I am also a big fan of the happily ever after endings of romance novels, so it was only natural that I combined the two elements in my fiction debut.”

To find out more about Tracy Solheim, visit her at:

Website: http://www.tracysolheim.com/
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/TracySolheimBooks
Twitter: https://twitter.com/TracyKSolheim
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6519003.Tracy_Solheim

RiskyGame_coverReviseAbout RISKY GAME:

Just when he was at the top of his game… She changed the rules.

Baltimore Blaze tight-end Brody Janik is a natural born football star. At twenty-seven, his record-breaking athletic performance and his cover-boy good looks have turned him into a household name. But Brody’s hiding a major secret behind his charming, public persona: a health condition that may cut his career short.

PhD candidate Shannon ‘Shay’ Everett works multiple jobs to put herself through school—including an unpaid internship with the Blaze training department. Strapped for cash, Shay answers the call of a NFL gossip blogger to uncover personal details about the Blaze players. Sneaking into the locker room one night, she gets entangled in Brody’s secret… and swept up by his charm.

Brody isn’t sure what to make of the gawky girl with the whiskey eyes, especially when he discovers she was snooping. His first instinct is to turn her in as a snitch, but she could destroy him by sharing his secret. Instead, he decides to keep her close… perhaps closer than either of them originally intended…

Buy links:

Amazon- http://amzn.to/1lXBX1x
B&N- http://bit.ly/1euMork
iBooks- http://bit.ly/1hueBO6
Books-A-Million- http://bit.ly/1hAsRWu
indiebound: http://www.indiebound.org/book/9780425266656

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18667905-risky-game


Giveaway details:

Tracy is giving away a $25 Amazon or B&N gift card to one random entrant.

a Rafflecopter giveaway

Tagged: , , , ,

Review: Foolish Games by Tracy Solheim

Posted December 4, 2013 by Tracy in Reviews | 1 Comment

Review: Foolish Games by Tracy SolheimReviewer: Tracy
Foolish Games by Tracy Solheim
Series: Out of Bounds series #2
Also in this series: Game On, Game On, Foolish Games
Publisher: Berkley, Penguin
Publication Date: December 3, 2013
Format: eARC
Genres: Contemporary Romance
Add It: Goodreads
Amazon | Barnes & Noble | The Ripped Bodice | Google Play Books
Series Rating: four-stars

Bridal gown designer, Julianne Marchione knows better than to lose her head at a client’s wedding. But, much to her embarrassment, a mix of migraine medication and a smoking hot football player lead to a steamy one night stand resulting in a surprise pregnancy. Julianne has every intention of leaving her NFL hookup far in the past until her son, Owen, is born with a life-threatening blood disorder that requires a transfusion—and Julianne is not a match.

Will “William the Conqueror” Connelly grew up tough, shouldering the stigma of being a bastard child born on the wrong side of the tracks. He refuses to let any child face the same discrimination. When he finds out about Owen, he’s furious that Julianne kept his son a secret. But when he sees her again at the hospital, he realizes that his feelings for her go far beyond anger.

Will insists that Owen recuperate at his home in North Carolina, and he’s adamant that Julianne become his wife—even if it’s only a temporary marriage in name only. But will their simmering attraction ever lead to a real connection? Or are they just playing foolish games?

Will Connelly is completely blindsided when he’s called to a Senator’s office and told that he’s someone’s father. Not only is little Owen’s father but Owen needs a blood transfusion to save his life and the doctors are positive that Will’s blood will provide the antibodies to save the baby’s life. Will is pissed that he has a son and no one told him about it but especially at the mother, Julianne.

Julianne Marchione had a one night stand with Will and never planned on telling anyone who Owen’s father was. Now not only does she have to tell but endure Will’s wrath for not having told him. Not only is Will mad but he insists on getting married so that he can be near to and bond with his son. Julianne and Will get married with a prenup and an already signed separation agreement in hand.

The attraction that Will and Julianne feel for each other can’t be denied and the couple are acting on their passion in no time. They create a wonderful little family unit but Will has trust issues that he can’t get past with Julianne. She’s falling in love with him but he’s not sure what to make of it all.

When it comes to light that Will is subpenoed in a racketeering scheme and he believes that Julianne sold him out for money, Will can’t get away fast enough but is he correct in his beliefs or did he just walk away from the best thing that had ever happened to him?

This was a great follow up to the first book in the Out of Bounds series. I had some issues with the first book but still liked it. This was definitely a better read for me.

Will was the strong and silent type and had serious trust issues. He also had self-esteem issues as well. Despite those issues I really liked the guy. He could be a bit brash but seeing him with Owen made me think the man was just a big glob of goo on the inside that hard shell exterior. When he loved he loved with his whole heart and I had to admire him for that. Now, did he jump to conclusions with Julianne? Oh yeah he did and he wouldn’t let her explain which I found frustrating. He wouldn’t even talk to his Mom as he felt she would tell him what Julianne had said. Stubborn thy name is Will. Seriously! He was, however, one that would admit his mistakes when he made them and made up for them well, I must say.

Julianne came across to Will as an airhead and a fly by the seat of your pants girl. She was those things in some respects but she was also a savvy businesswoman and intelligent. She was a devoted mother and would stop at nothing to do the best for her son. She definitely made mistakes during the book – some really ridiculous ones too but she had a huge heart and I really liked that about her. She may do dumb things but they had the right thoughts behind them.

The romance had its ups and downs but it was pretty good overall. It was originally based strictly on sex but Will and Julianne got past that eventually. The supporting cast in this story were wonderful. We got to see more of Shane and Carly, Will’s mom Annabeth, Will’s GM Hank Osbourne and his daughter Sophie as well as Will’s best friend Gavin and fellow teammate Brody. All of these well written characters played a part and contributed to make this a story worth reading.

Rating: 4 out of 5



Tagged: , , , ,

Blog Tour: Foolish Games by Tracy Solheim (Excerpt +Giveaway)

Posted December 3, 2013 by Rowena in Giveaways, Promotions | 7 Comments

Foolish Games

In which our hero and heroine walk a fine line between anger and desire

Julianne shook with fury. Will wasn’t just paranoid, he was crazy! “Hold on a second, buster. You have seriously been wearing your helmet too tight because that is not how it went down. Yes, I got pregnant, but that wasn’t entirely my fault. You were the one who forced me into marriage. Not the other way around!”

She hadn’t realized she’d stepped in closer until Will’s eyes lowered to the finger she had jabbed into his chest. Julianne felt his rapid heartbeat as he slowly lifted his gaze. Before she could react, he snared her wrist in his big hand and was dragging her around the corner and into a powder room. He slammed the door, locking it, before pressing her against the wall. Grasping both her wrists in one of hands, he yanked them up between them, while he used his other hand to pin her hip to the wall.

She was locked in a small room with a man twice her size and capable of shattering her wrists with a single squeeze. Still, Julianne wasn’t afraid. Not of Will Connelly anyway. She was, however, terrified of herself and her body’s reaction to his closeness. Arousal blazed sharply through her as her hips pressed against his hand in an effort get closer to him. Eyes closed, he appeared to be counting silently to himself, but she could still feel his heart beating as if he’d just sacked the quarterback. If he took her now, her body would sing with joy instead of protesting.

Worse, he likely knew it.

Excerpt from FOOLISH GAMES ©2013 by Tracy Solheim. All rights reserved.

Author Bio:

Author Tracy Solheim has written her share of best sellers and note-worthy books. Unfortunately most of them line the shelves of dusty government offices around the world never to see the light of day. She hopes to change that with her series of contemporary romantic fiction novels published by Berkley Books.

“I guess you could say I’m a frustrated sports writer at heart, but I love writing—and reading—books centered around sports. I can thank my dad for that. He introduced me to Dick Francis novels when I was a teenager and I was hooked. I am also a big fan of the happily ever after endings of romance novels, so it was only natural that I combined the two elements in my fiction debut.”

To find out more about Tracy Solheim, visit her at:
Website: http://www.tracysolheim.com/
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/TracySolheimBooks
Twitter: https://twitter.com/TracyKSolheim
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6519003.Tracy_Solheim

About Foolish Games:


Bridal gown designer, Julianne Marchione knows better than to lose her head at a client’s wedding. But much to her embarrassment, a mix of migraine medication and a smoking hot football player lead to a steamy one night stand resulting in a surprise pregnancy. Julianne has every intention of leaving her NFL hookup far in the past until her son, Owen, is born with a life-threatening blood disorder that requires a transfusion—and Julianne is not a match.

Will “William the Conqueror” Connelly grew up tough shouldering the stigma of being a bastard child born on the wrong side of the tracks. He refuses to let any child face the same discrimination. When he finds out about Owen, he’s furious that Julianne kept his son a secret. But when he sees her again at the hospital, he realizes that his feelings for her go far beyond anger.

Will insists that Owen recuperate at his home in North Carolina, and he’s adamant that Julianne become his wife—even if it’s only a temporary marriage in name only. But will their simmering attraction ever lead to a real connection? Or are they just playing foolish games?

Buy links:

Amazon|Barnes & Noble|iBooks|Books-a-Million|indiebound|Powell’s

Giveaway details:

Tracy is giving away a $50 Amazon gift card and signed copies of GAME ON and FOOLISH GAMES to one random winner.

Rafflecopter code:

a Rafflecopter giveaway
Link to code: http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/share-code/YTRhNTlhMGI2NjEwMzc0ZDllMmUxODliZTEyZmMxOjE0/

Tour Schedule:

November 24- Ramblings From This Chick http://ramblingsfromthischick.blogspot.com/
November 26- Herding Cats and Burning Soup http://www.herdingcats-burningsoup.com
November 27- SOS Aloha http://www.sosaloha.blogspot.com/
November 29- The Book Pushers http://thebookpushers.com/
November 30- Romancing Rakes For The Love of Romance http://romancingrakes4theluvofromance.blogspot.com/
December 2- What I’m Reading http://sillymelody.blogspot.com/
December 3- Book Binge https://bookbinge.com/
December 5- The Romance Dish http://www.theromancedish.com/
December 6- Stitch Read Cook http://www.stitchreadcook.com/
(STOP 2) – Seductive Musings http://seductivemusings.blogspot.com/
December 7- Give Me Books http://givemebooksblog.blogspot.com.au/
December 8- Eclectic Passions http://eclecticpassionsbc.blogspot.com/
December 10- The Book Queen’s Palace http://tbqspersonalbookpalace.blogspot.com/
December 11- Ms Romantic Reads http://msromanticreads.wordpress.com/
December 12- Cocktails and Books http://www.cocktailsandbooks.com/
December 13- Rookie Romance http://rookieromance.blogspot.com/
December 14- Miss Ivy’s Book Nook http://seawitchreviewsfromthebookshelf.wordpress.com/

Tagged: , , ,