Pucked Love by Helena Hunting Blog Tour and ARC Review

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Pucked Love, the final sexy and emotional standalone in the NYT bestselling Pucked Series from New York Times bestselling author Helena Hunting, is available NOW!

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As an NHL player, relationships haven’t been my thing. Shrouded in secrecy and speculation, they never last very long. But then that’s what happens when you require an NDA before the first date.

Until Charlene. She’s like a firefly. She’s elusive, and if you catch her she’ll burn bright, but keeping her trapped dulls her fire and dims her beauty.

I caught her. And as much as I might want to keep her, I’ll never put the lid on her jar. Not at the risk of losing her. So I’ve let her set the rules in our relationship.

But as long hidden secrets expose us both, I discover exactly how fragile Charlene is, and how much I need her.

We’re all broken. We’re all messed up. Some more than others. Me more than most.

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Excerpt:

You’re turning twenty-six. It’s your champagne birthday, so we need to do something fun.” Violet bounces, making her boobs shake and my mimosa slosh perilously. “It should be themed! We can all wear leather chaps!”

“Could you be any more cliché?” I roll my eyes. “Just to be clear, Darren doesn’t own chaps.”

“Just a ball gag and a mask with no eye holes, according to Alex.”

And we’re back to my sex life. I knew I was getting off so easy.

I wonder if Darren is catching this kind of heat today. I seriously doubt it’s worse than what I’m getting since I don’t think his friends are likely to push his buttons, but I’ll have to ask when I speak to him next. I’m not sure when that will be, either. The message I sent about Gertrude was pretty straightforward and doesn’t necessarily require a response. Maybe I should’ve worded it differently.

Sunny raises her hand, like we’re all still in middle school and she’s waiting her turn to speak. “Wouldn’t a mask with no eyeholes be dangerous? You wouldn’t be able to see where you’re going.” Her eyes widen, and she looks around the room. “And what’s a ball gag?”

I honestly love that Sunny has grown up in this highly overinformed society and still manages to be innocent.

“Yeah, Char, wouldn’t a mask with no eyeholes be dangerous?” Violet props her fist on her chin and smiles. “And please, do explain what a ball gag is.”

“I’m not sure you really want the answer to that, Sunny.” Poppy gives me a look I can’t quite decipher.

Sunny twirls her hair around her finger. “Why not?”

“Where’s the harm in a little bondage-sex education? It’s not like Miller’s ever going to go out and buy either item for her. First of all, Alex would murder him, and secondly, I don’t think that’s Miller’s thing.”

Sunny’s face lights up, and she does jazz hands. “Oh! I think I know what Miller’s thing is!”

Lily grins. “Eating your cookie?”

“He really likes to do that, a lot. When my belly gets too big I’ll have to watch from the mirror.” She gets a faraway look in her eyes. “But he has another thing! Kind of like how you and Randy are always getting it on in bathrooms, except I think it’s a bit more sanitary.”

“And it doesn’t cause thousands of dollars of damage,” Violet adds.

Lily throws her hands up in the air. “That sink was already falling off the wall. It’s not my fault it broke!”

“That was one expensive orgasm,” I say.

“And Randy says it was worth every penny.” Lily’s smile is devious as she bites her knuckle, then turns to Sunny. “Anyway, back to Miller’s thing.”

Sunny wiggles around excitedly in her chair. “So Miller paints my toenails for me.”

“Miller’s thing is painting your toenails?”

“Yes. Well, no. I think he likes my toes.” Her fingers go to her lips, and she looks around the room, her cheeks flushing.

“Say what now?” Violet asks.

”Sometimes he kisses them.” She covers her mouth with her palm and says something unintelligible.

Violet sits forward in her chair. “Hold on a second, does Buck have a foot fetish?”

“Um, I don’t know.” Sunny looks worried now. “Is that weird? Is it, like, mask with no eyeholes kind of weird?”

About Helena Hunting

New York Times and USA Today bestselling author, Helena Hunting lives outside of Toronto with her amazing family and her two awesome cats, who think the best place to sleep is her keyboard. Helena writes everything from contemporary romance with all the feels to romantic comedies that will have you laughing until you cry.

 

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Review:

I have been waiting to read Charlene and Darren’s story since I first had a glimpse of them in the first Pucked book. And finally, the long wait is over! I cannot express how much I love this book, but suffice to say that every chapter was everything I have ever hoped for and it totally did not disappoint!

Charlene and Darren had been together for two years and at this point in the story, it was high time that they reassess their relationship and take it to the next level.

As an extremely private person, Darren is extremely closed off when it comes to his relationships. I had such a blast reading the part when he asked Alex and the team for relationship advice.

Since both Charlene and Darren are new to having a long-term relationship, it was so fun to read their thoughts and how they have finally navigated towards confessing their true feelings to one another.

Plus, it was extra special for me to read about what’s happening to the rest of the characters that I loved since the beginning. I especially loved Charlene’s banter with Violet and the rest of the gang’s get-togethers.

This is one book that Pucked lovers should definitely not miss out on!

Rating: 5/5

 

Vow by Bethany-Kris Blog Tour and ARC Review

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by Bethany-Kris
Andino + Haven, #2
Publication Date: November 5, 2018
Genres: Adult, Romantic Suspense, Organized Crime, Erotic Romance

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They say it’s always the one you least expect …

Andino Marcello made his choices—the right ones for duty and famiglia. But even the right choices have consequences. He’s never been more aware of that fact than he is now. The thing is, Andino isn’t the same man he once was. The mafia wants what it wants. He’ll push until they all break. Even her.

They say love shouldn’t hurt …

Haven Murphy needs to move on—from her pain and the man who caused it. But the faster she tries to run, the more things stay the same. She never thought it would end like this for them. The thing is, Haven isn’t the same woman she once was. The heart wants what it wants. She’ll fight until it all lets go. Even him.

How far will he go for love?
All the way to the very bitter end.
That’s his vow.

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They say heavy is the head that wears the crown …

Andino Marcello’s world is turned upside down when he becomes the next heir apparent to the Marcello empire. He was comfortable in his place as a Capo, but comfort is for the weak in the world of mafioso. The boss’s seat is waiting. It takes meeting a tattooed beauty who has no idea who Andino is or the criminal legacy he now carries beneath his three-piece suits, and charming smile for him to finally bend the rules set out for him. That doesn’t mean he can keep her.

They say things that never challenge you won’t change you …

Haven Murphy is doing her own thing, and she does it well. The owner of a successful Brooklyn strip club, she makes it her only goal to never fail. She’s just trying to live her life when a morning jog puts her face to face with a man that will change the direction of her life with a single conversation. She knows there’s a dark side to him beyond his good looks, and three-piece suits, but it’s hard for her to care when she wants him. That doesn’t mean he can be hers.

He’s going to break her heart; she’s going to keep his.

Because duty waits on no one.

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Bethany-Kris is a Canadian author, lover of much, and mother to four young sons, one cat, and two dogs. A small town in Eastern Canada where she was born and raised is where she has always called home. With her boys under her feet, snuggling cat, barking dogs, and a hubby calling over his shoulder, she is nearly always writing something … when she can find the time.

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Review:

Vow is the stunning conclusion Andino and Haven’s story. And I must say that it is beyond what I have ever expected and a whole lot more!

As a huge fan of Bethany-Kris’ works, I have naturally been so invested with the characters from the Legacy series. But what’s so great about her books is that her plot will never fail to surprise you at every turn.

Andino and Haven hit a few bumps in the road before they got their happily ever after but I was rooting for them all this time. So it was such a sweet conclusion to a story that I have grown to love ever since I’ve been introduced to this couple.

The push and pull between these two characters all throughout the book is so raw and gripping that there will come a time that you are torn between the two of them. In the end, what I especially love most about the book is that Andino has finally found the right balance between fulfilling his duty as the Marcello boss and his own happiness.

I do think that Andino is one of the most compelling characters that Bethany-Kris has ever written. You will be at awe at his ruthless personality but at the same time, that will just make you love him more.

Rating: 5/5

I Bet You by Ilsa Madden-Mills Blog Tour and ARC Review

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She’s the one bet I can’t resist…

Wall Street Journal bestselling author Ilsa Madden-Mills returns with an all-new swoon-fest of a novel about what happens when you look beyond labels and take a chance on love.

I Bet You, an all-new sexy college romance standalone is available NOW!

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Sexy Athlete: I bet you…

Penelope Graham: Burn in hell, quarterback.

The late night text is random but Penelope knows exactly who “Sexy Athlete” is. And why she shouldn’t take his wager.

Ryker Voss.

Football star.

Walks on water and God’s gift to women.

Just ask him.

His bet? He promises Penelope he’ll win her the heart of the nerdy guy she’s been crushing on. His plan—good old-fashioned jealousy. Once her crush sees her kissing Ryker, he’ll realize what he’s missing. Sounds legit, right? The only question is…why is Ryker being so nice to her?

Penelope Graham.

Virgin.

Lover of sparkly vampires and calculus.

His mortal enemy.

Penelope knows she shouldn’t trust a jock, but what’s a girl to do when she needs a date to Homecoming? And Ryker’s keeping a secret, another bet, one that could destroy Penelope’s heart forever.

Will the quarterback score the good girl or will his secret mean everyone loses at this game of love?

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Penelope

I stand in front of the mirror in the restroom and gasp. Holy moly, I’m a total disaster. Red is on my shirt, my neck, my cheek, and there’s even a dab in my hair. I let out a heavy sigh as I wipe at it with a wet paper towel. At least my hair is auburn and the red will just blend right in. I scrub at the stain on my shirt, but all I end up doing is making a giant wet spot.

“Forget it,” I mutter to myself a few minutes later as I straighten my lopsided messy bun and adjust my glasses. My makeup is faded, and I reach into my apron for a tube of cherry red lipstick then quickly swipe it over my mouth. Like that’s going to improve the situation. I need a makeover and new clothes stat.

I walk out of the restroom and take in Sugar’s Bar and Grill, a restaurant in Magnolia, Mississippi. The dinner rush is over, but a few stragglers will come in, mostly college students. Only a block from campus, Sugar’s has a modern farmhouse feel with galvanized steel light fixtures, pale pine floors, and straight-back metal chairs, but the food…well, that’s what keeps the place hopping. It’s the only restaurant near campus to get anything you want served up with a side of fresh fried green tomatoes. Their menu also features Southern classics, such as chicken and dumplings or macaroni and cheese with bacon sprinkled on top. Just thinking about it makes my stomach rumble. I was so wrapped up in writing during my break that I forgot to eat.

I sigh and head to the football table, where they promptly hand over the money. “Nice doing business with you, boys,” I say before flouncing off, feeling Ryker’s eyes on me the entire time.

What’s his deal with me?

I mean, you’d think he’d want to avoid me because of the article, but it’s as if his mission is to be around me as much as he can. In fact, I’m not even sure he knew who I was before I wrote it since we don’t run in the same circles. I suspect he’s torturing me.

I push him out of my head and walk over to a table that needs bussing, picking up half-empty soda glasses and putting them on my tray. The door chimes, signaling that someone has come in, and I raise my head to see—

Whoa.

I freeze.

Bring out the angels and cue the hallelujah chorus.

Now that’s the kind of man I should be writing sexy scenes about.

Standing at the door is Connor Dimpleshitz—yes, his surname is unfortunate, but his IQ makes up for it. I’ve been crushing on him since our sociology class last semester.

Framed by a golden halo of sunlight as it glints through the windows, I decide he’s what would happen if Albert Einstein and Henry Cavill had a baby. “A hot genius. The perfect unicorn,” I murmur to myself.

I chew on my lip, debating on whether to mosey up to him and say hi or hide.

Hide wins. I know, I’m a little ridiculous, especially since we have calculus together this semester and he’ll obviously see me at some point in class.

But then I’ll have good hair and ketchup-free clothes.

I quickly survey the possibilities for my escape as the hostess seats him in another server’s section. My eyes land on the right side of the restaurant, where I could make a mad dash for the kitchen, but he’s bound to see me darting since I’d have to walk past him. Plus, I want to hang around and watch him without him knowing.

I come to a decision. Wrangling the tray of half-empty sodas I cleared, I quickstep it over to the back left corner, the farthest away from the double doors of the entrance. I maneuver my body into an awkward hunkering position behind a huge potted plant with wide fan-shaped leaves. At least five feet tall with a gnarly brown trunk, the green monster is perfect camouflage.

I peek around a big leaf that’s in dire need of a good dusting,judging by the motes floating around. Feeling paranoid that someone is a witness to my absurdity, I throw a quick glance over my shoulder to make sure no one’s around.

Ryker. Shit.

He’s staring at me from the football table, and there’s a glint in his gaze, as if he’s wondering what I’m doing.

I scowl and stick my tongue out at him. He makes me feel so rebellious and flustered and…excited.

I can’t even stop myself. Ugh.

His expression deepens in amusement, and I grimace, realizing my butt is sticking out. His annoying eyebrow jacks up and says, What the hell are you doing?

With eye telepathy I tell him to mind his own freaking business.

I pointedly turn my back on him and focus on The Unicorn.

A few seconds later, a familiar deep voice resonates from behind me, making me start. “You look a little flustered, Penelope. Spying on someone for your next story, perhaps?”

I freeze. Blink. His voice is husky and lower than before when he was calling me garçon, the tone reminding me of languid summer nights under a starry Southern sky while he gives me deep, passionate kisses—

Good Lord.Stop your daydreaming.Must. Stop. Reading. Romances.

I heave out a sigh and turn around to face Ryker.

What the hell does he want now?

***

“I don’t submit to the Wildcat Weekly anymore,” I say.

I worked for them most of last year, covering the home games and a few random articles. With a dad who was in the NFL, I know a lot about football, but when Sugar’s offered me more hours, I took it.

“No more football stories, huh?”

I shrug, my gaze taking in his chiseled cheekbones, the curve of his full lips, the hint of scruff on his jaw. Dammit, why is he so gorgeous? “What can I say? I covered the most fascinating story last semester—you. Guess I went out on a high note.”

He nods, taking that dig. “I always noticed you at the games.”

I scoff. “I didn’t think girls like me were on your radar.”

“You sat near the third row at the fifty-yard line taking notes at every home game.” His eyes drift over me. “And I didn’t say you were on my radar.”

“Really? Sounds like you did.”

“Trust me, I have more discriminating tastes.” He shrugs.

“Why, how sweet of you.” My Southern accent has thickened, the way it does when I’m sassy. It’s one thing to know he doesn’t like me, but for him to say I’m not up to his standards…well. “Did you pop over here just to be nice?”

He exhales and rakes a hand through his hair, calling attention to the lighter strands that have been bleached by the sun. “Honestly, I’m not sure why I came over here.” A conflicted expression crosses his face as he tugs at his collar. My eyes stare at the myriad of curly blond chest hairs that are poking out from the V-neck of the light blue Oxford he’s wearing with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. “I just wanted to make sure you were okay from the ketchup getting all over you, but everything I’m saying is coming out wrong.”

Oh. This is different. And not what I expected.

“I’m fine, Baby Llama. No need to worry. You can go. Your girlfriends are waiting for you.” I tilt my head back toward the football table.

He doesn’t budge. “Baby Llama?” An amused grin flashes over his face.

I shrug. It’s been my private nickname for him since sophomore year when I stumbled upon him coming out of an upstairs bathroom at the Tau house after a shower with only a white towel wrapped around his trim waist. Some jersey chaser was with him. His hairy chest had both shocked my virgin sensibilities and excited me at the same time. The unruly curls just made him seem more naked, as if I’d seen his cock. Much to my dismay, I’d later dream about rolling around on that bed of golden curls. Seriously, who takes a shower with a chick in the middle of a kegger? Ryker Voss, that’s who. Because he can. And girls do whatever he wants.

But not this one.

I respect the game—even love it—but I don’t fall for football players, especially high and mighty quarterbacks who think they walk on water. My dad was the star player at Waylon twenty years ago, and trust me, I know how they operate. They get what they want and then they walk out, leaving broken hearts everywhere.

“Have you ever seen a real llama?” he asks, continuing our conversation. It’s as if he’s actually trying to be nice. “I saw one at a safari park once. Little bugger tried to eat my hand off when I fed him, but he was cute. Maybe you need a poster of one in your room so when you see it, you’ll think about me. I’ll even sign it for you.”

And there’s the cocky again.

“Buy me one. I’ll throw darts at it.”

“Damn, you never stop.” He huffs out a laugh, his eyes lingering on my neck. “Oh, there’s a bit of ketchup here too,” he says, reaching out to glide his finger across the top of my collar, his knuckles barely brushing against my neck.

The feather-light touch is brief and not sexual, yet my body hums, tendrils of sparks racing over my skin. I suck in a breath and catch his scent, warm and spicy with hints of leather and sandalwood.

He blinks and clears his throat. “Um, I actually have this cleaner stuff that I spray on my practice clothes. It’s a miracle worker. You’re welcome to borrow it. Of course, you’d have to come by the football dorm to pick it up. We could even do laundry together if you wanted?”

He says the words softly, as if they’re nothing,and I’m staring at him full on.

Do our laundry together?

I suspect Ryker Voss is flirting with me, though not well. The pimply-faced checkout boy at Big Star has better lines than this.

Yet…

Something warm grows inside my stomach and then flutters around, the sputtering of newborn butterflies. He is the hottest guy on campus. Still, I remind myself he’s a player, gather my resolve, and shoot those butterflies down.

“You’re being weird, Ryker.”

“Because I’m being nice? Yeah. New year, new start. I want to forget all the bad stuff from last semester.” He pauses. “And the article you wrote.”

“Is that right? Even the part where I said you dishonored the sport and were a disgrace to college players everywhere?”

He stares down at his hands. “I had my reasons for what happened.”

So I heard. He got involved in the fighting to help his friend and fellow teammate Maverick save his disabled sister.

“Ah, well, I did write a follow-up article, but it wasn’t nearly as popular as the first one.”

He shrugs, and somehow, he’s closer now. I stare into his thickly lashed cerulean eyes and blink at the force of them. His irises…God, someone should name a crayon after them.

“So…do you want to do laundry together sometime?”

This again? My mouth parts. “What? Like a date?”

“Yeah.”

I blink rapidly, my brain trying to wrap about this new Ryker. “No. I’m sure you already have jersey chasers lined up outside your dorm vying to do your laundry. I’ve heard they actually beg to rub your shoulders and do your homework. I imagine they even fight to be the one to suck your sweet little toes.” I come to an abrupt halt. Suck his toes? SUCK HIS TOES? OMG. Where did that random comment come from? I don’t have a foot fetish. I blame it on his presence and carry on. “And don’t worry about me—I don’t need your laundry advice. A little ketchup never hurt anyone.”

Determination crosses his face and with a flurry of movement, he drops a small piece of paper onto the tray I’m holding.

I stare down at it. Sexy as Hell Athlete is written in masculine handwriting with a phone number after it. I look back up at him, my eyes tracing the enigmatic half-smile on his face.

“I wrote it down for you earlier and wanted to give it to you after the ketchup thing, but I chickened out.”

Several seconds go by.

“Will you give me yours?” he asks after a few moments of us just standing here.

“My what?”

“Number.” He grins.

I indicate the tray and my obvious impediment. “I don’t have any paper on me.”

“Just tell me. I’ll remember.”

I’m flustered, and that’s the only reason I rattle off my phone number. He grins and repeats it back to me.

He lowers his voice in a conspiratorial way. “So…you’re watching someone, I take it. Anyone I know?”

Feeling bemused by his attention, I shake my head, quickly losing control of this situation.

“For a writer, you seem to be at a loss for words. Do I make you speechless, Penelope?”

I scoff. “No.”

“I’m curious as to what has your attention back here.” He slides in next to me behind the plant, his shoulder brushing against mine. He’s a giant next to my slender frame, and all at once, I feel protected and safe, which is entirely wrong. It’s probably his male pheromones, lulling me into softness before the kill—and damn if it isn’t working. He murmurs something about us hiding together and spying on people, but I’m distracted because my face is up close and personal with the chest hair that pokes out of his shirt. I want to trail my fingers through it and see if it’s as soft as it looks. He smells like alpha male and sex. Hard, passionate sex that makes you orgasm fast and furious.

Not that I have any firsthand knowledge of that, of course, but I have my fantasies.

Gird your loins, Penelope.

Resist the quarterback.

But I’m getting sucked in.

I blame it on the dimple that appears when he smiles. My stomach does that fluttering thing again, and this time, I can’t shoo the butterflies away. I’m weak. I move my eyes up the strong column of his tanned throat to meet his gaze. At least ten seconds go by as we take each other in.

What. Is. Happening?

“You’re pretty,” he murmurs. “Have I ever told you that?”

“We don’t usually talk except for when I take your order.”

His hand reaches up and briefly touches a piece of my hair that’s fallen out of my topknot. He rubs it between his fingers. “Your hair…it’s—”

“Auburn,” I manage, clearing my throat.

“It reminds me of a new penny, the way the amber color catches the light…” His voice trails off, and he bites his bottom lip. “God, that has to be the stupidest thing I’ve ever said.”

“You have worse lines. Tell me, is doing laundry code for sex?” I say, staring up at him. I’m itching to straighten my glasses, a nervous reflex, but my hands are holding the tray.

“I only use lines on jersey chasers. You’re the kind of girl I have to work for.”

“What about your discriminating tastes?”

“Pure bluff. I think we have a real connection, Penelope.” His face is closer now, and I swallow, wondering how we must look to everyone else in the restaurant. I realize that in the process of talking, we’ve backed up to the wall behind the plant, and I figure the only table we’re visible to is the football one, but I don’t tear my eyes away from Ryker to check.

“You smell like rainbows,” he says.

My chest rises. I’m enjoying his full-court press. It’s…intoxicating. “What does a rainbow smell like?”

“Sweet and delicious.”

“It’s the suckers.” His eyes land on my lips, and it almost feels as if he’s touched them. Heat rushes over my skin. “The red ones are my favorite. I think they’re cherry or strawberry or raspberry…definitely not cranberry…that’s disgusting,” I say, rambling, feeling disoriented.

“It’s crazy, but I really want to kiss you right now,” he murmurs.

My eyes drift over his shoulder to where Connor’s table is. I can’t see his face, but I know he’s there, and even though I’m drugged by Ryker’s proximity, I remind myself he’s the one I should kiss.

Not Ryker.

Ryker is a player—just like my dad was.

He watches the direction of my gaze and follows it. “You’ve been watching Dimples hitz, haven’t you?” he says, a frown line appearing on his forehead. “Are you into him?”

My stomach dips. “Why would you say that?”

“Because you hightailed it over here when he walked in and you’ve been hiding ever since. So, I figure he either did you wrong or you’re infatuated, and since I haven’t heard any gossip about you and him, I’m guessing you must have a thing for him.”

Abort! Abort!He knows too much!

Sanity slowly returns to my brain in small increments, and I take a deep breath, orienting myself as questions race through my head. What if he uses my crush against me? Maybe he wants revenge for the article. I don’t know!

Flustered and unsure, my eyes dart around the restaurant, looking for an exit so I don’t have to answer his question.

My gaze lands on the football table he came from, and I notice Archer watching us with focused interest, a calculating look on his face as he whips his eyes from me to Ryker. He leans over and whispers to Blaze, who turns to peer in our direction. I pause, my brain analyzing and decoding. Why is Archer suddenly interested in what Ryker is doing over here with me—especially when there’s a pretty co-ed sitting right next to him, tracing little circles on his bicep?

Yet Archer’s eagle eyes are onus. Watchful.

I notice all three players at the table have suddenly given us their attention, anticipation evident on their faces.

Alarms go off in my head and things start to click into place.

How nice he was to me. How we ‘have a connection’. Yeah, right.

Mortification washes over me.

How could I not have seen it sooner?

God, I am an idiot.I was so distracted…

I’m a bet. A stupid freaking bet.

I feel like someone just punched me in the gut.

My survival instinct tells me to get away from Ryker, and obviously,I could just walk away and hold my head high, but I want to make a point and show those football players they can’t toy with me. I release the tray I’ve been balancing for what seems like days in his direction. The contents of the glasses spill out and crash to the floor, watered-down soda and ice drenching us before dripping down to the floor. The plastic glasses make a horrible clattering noise on the wooden floors, and I imagine most everyone in the restaurant heard it. I don’t look to see their faces. I only glare at Ryker.

He jumps back and stares down at the mess on his khaki pants then looks back at me. “Remind me to never bring up Dimpleshitz again.”

“Stop your games, Ryker.”

His face stills. “What games?”

My teeth snap together. Enough.

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Wall Street Journal, New York Times, and USA Today best-selling author Ilsa Madden-Mills writes about strong heroines and sexy alpha males that sometimes you just want to slap. She’s best known for her angsty, heartfelt new adult college romances.

A former high school English teacher, she adores all things Pride and Prejudice; Mr. Darcy is her ultimate hero.

She’s also addicted to frothy coffee beverages, Vampire Diaries, and any kind of book featuring unicorns and sword-wielding females.

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Review:

The star quarterback and the nerdy girl? Now that sounds like an interesting romance! I loved how Ilsa Madden-Mills writes college romance that will make you swoon over the chemistry of her characters. Penelope and Ryker might seem like polar opposites but when it comes to love, opposites attract right?

I love the drama and the build-up of the romance between the two characters. It’s fun, sweet, sexy and a total page-turner! Believe me, I couldn’t put the book down after reading the first chapter.

I Bet You is one fresh take on a typical college romance. It’s got enough romance to keep you off your feet and the humor to make you laugh and enjoy every page.

 

Rating: 4/5

The Evolution of Man by Skye Warren Blog Tour and ARC Review

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I never wanted to fall for man.

And definitely not two men.

They tear me apart until I don’t know how I’ll ever be whole again.

Until I’m not sure I want to be. How can I choose between two halves of myself?

THE EVOLUTION OF MAN is the second novel in the USA Today bestselling duet, which begins with Survival of the Richest.

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“Good evening,” he says, as casually as if he saw me last week instead of six months ago.
“Christopher,” I say, in case he hasn’t noticed. A table like this is reserved for VIPs or very special guests. Or ones with deep pockets. “This is the chef’s table. We’re sitting at the chef’s table in Koi.”
“Is that good? I thought they just ran out of regular tables.”
“Did you just make a joke. Oh my God. You did.”
The chef chooses that moment to introduce himself, a rather effusive man with a comforting smile and a thick Japanese accent. He says he’ll forgive that we drink champagne as long as we try the sake pairing he sends with every course. And he personally serves the amuse bouche, a tuna sashimi lollie on a fennel cilantro salad with ponzu dressing that makes me moan despite myself.
“Dear God,” I say when we’re alone again, my eyes still closed with the wonder of that single bite. There’s salt and citrus, and basically this is what heaven tastes like. “Did you spend all two billion dollars to get this table? Because it’s worth it.”
When I open my eyes Christopher is watching me, a strange expression on his face. He hasn’t touched the plate in front of him. He seems more interested in the way that I dip my finger in the ponzu dressing and lime foam to savor the last drops. I’m not sure that love is on the table, but if the glitter in his eyes is anything to go by, sex is definitely an option.
“One billion,” he says, almost absently.
I blink. “What?”
“Only one billion is mine. The other half belongs to Sutton.”
It’s like a bucket of cold water dumped over my head. “Why did you bring me here?”
One dark eyebrow rises. “You’re the one who insisted we meet in person.”
“And you’re the one who brought me here.”
The long pause that follows isn’t filled with hearts and roses. He does not secretly love me, and I feel like a fool for even considering the possibility. Because he took me out to dinner? It’s really a good thing I don’t date much, because I’m terrible at it.
“I invested in the restaurant,” he says finally. “It helps to have your take.”
“Because I have such a refined palate?”
“Because you were born rich,” he says, his voice flat. “You know what rich people like.”
It takes my breath away, and I’m left staring at him with the most incredible taste on my tongue. That’s all I am to him? A rich girl with nothing better to do with my time than give him advice on his new restaurant? Meanwhile I was gullible enough to think he actually wanted to spend time with me. It isn’t right. It isn’t fair, but then Christopher Bardot has never played fair.

About Skye:

Skye Warren is the New York Times bestselling author of dangerous romance such as the Endgame trilogy. Her books have been featured in Jezebel, Buzzfeed, USA Today Happily Ever After, Glamour, and Elle Magazine. She makes her home in Texas with her loving family, sweet dogs, and evil cat.

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Review:

Skye Warren’s Evolution of Man is the stunning conclusion of The Trust Fund duet. I have been anticipating this release since the first book. And I got to say that it absolutely did not disappoint. I have never been more satisfied in reading the end of a series as much as this one did.
The sheer chemistry of Harper and Christopher was totally off the charts. Although it may seem that they are totally at odds with each other, it cannot be denied that they have strong feelings for each other. And with Sutton getting in the mix, there’s bound to be a lot of tension and more complications.
I commend how Skye Warren conveyed Harper’s anxiety of losing her mom to a terminal illness. It was so heartwrenchly devastating to see how she went to the five stages of grief of losing her loved one.
What I love about Skye Warren’s world is how the lives of her previous characters are interconnected with each other. It was really a treat to see glimpses of Avery, Gabriel, Damon, and Blue getting on with their lives. It made the Tanglewood neighborhood as real as the characters that are in it.
I can’t wait to read more about Skye Warren’s characters from Tanglewood.

Rating: 5/5

The Evolution of Man by Skye Warren Release Blitz and ARC Review

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I never wanted to fall for man.

And definitely not two men.

They tear me apart until I don’t know how I’ll ever be whole again.

Until I’m not sure I want to be. How can I choose between two halves of myself?

THE EVOLUTION OF MAN is the second novel in the USA Today bestselling duet, which begins with Survival of the Richest.

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About Skye:

Skye Warren is the New York Times bestselling author of dangerous romance such as the Endgame trilogy. Her books have been featured in Jezebel, Buzzfeed, USA Today Happily Ever After, Glamour, and Elle Magazine. She makes her home in Texas with her loving family, sweet dogs, and evil cat.

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Review:

Skye Warren’s Evolution of Man is the stunning conclusion of The Trust Fund duet. I have been anticipating this release since the first book. And I got to say that it absolutely did not disappoint. I have never been more satisfied in reading the end of a series as much as this one did.
The sheer chemistry of Harper and Christopher was totally off the charts. Although it may seem that they are totally at odds with each other, it cannot be denied that they have strong feelings for each other. And with Sutton getting in the mix, there’s bound to be a lot of tension and more complications.
I commend how Skye Warren conveyed Harper’s anxiety of losing her mom to a terminal illness. It was so heartwrenchly devastating to see how she went to the five stages of grief of losing her loved one.
What I love about Skye Warren’s world is how the lives of her previous characters are interconnected with each other. It was really a treat to see glimpses of Avery, Gabriel, Damon, and Blue getting on with their lives. It made the Tanglewood neighborhood as real as the characters that are in it.
I can’t wait to read more about Skye Warren’s characters from Tanglewood.

Rating: 5/5

Dishonored by Bethany-Kris Blog Tour and ARC Review

DISHONORED

by Bethany-Kris
Publication Date: August 6, 2018
Genres: Adult, Organized Crime, Mafia, Romantic Suspense

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Sex is his weapon. 
Power is her drug. 

Caesar Accardo is gasoline. Mostly harmless while stable, but Aria holds the match to set the dishonored Cosa Nostra prince on fire in more ways than one. And if he burns down everything in his path because of it—so be it. 

The problem is … she just wasn’t prepared for all of him. 

Aria De Rose is a hurricane. Amazing from afar, but destructive up close. Caesar keeps getting pulled into the Camorra queen’s plans in her effort to gain power, but he’s a better player than she knows. 

The thing is … women like her are the reason why rules are meant to be broken. 

Philadelphia isn’t ready for game these two are playing—the sacrifices they make might not be worth it in the end, and someone will always lose in a war. 

They’re broken, so very vicious, and they are not the good guys. But for every villain in the world, there’s a monster at his back who made him that way. 

And monsters like those hide in plain sight. 

Note: This is a standalone romance with content that some might find triggering. Be warned, and read with caution.

ABOUT BETHANY-KRIS

Bethany-Kris is a Canadian author, lover of much, and mother to four young sons, one cat, and two dogs. A small town in Eastern Canada where she was born and raised is where she has always called home. With her boys under her feet, snuggling cat, barking dogs, and a hubby calling over his shoulder, she is nearly always writing something … when she can find the time.

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Bethany-Kris is on a roll this 2018! I literally love all her releases this year and I’m also highly anticipating EVERY SINGLE BOOK that she is set to release this year. I’ve been waiting for Dishonored for a year now and it absolutely blew me away! It defied all my expectations of what a standalone novel should be and believe me, my expectations were really high as I’ve been a fan of the Seasons of Betrayal universe since it came out.

I was skeptical at first by the spin-off from the Seasons series since the expectations vs reality thing will always be present in this kind of novel. But, wow. Dishonored’s character plot line is so intricately written that you find yourself so invested with each character’s trials and tribulations. Believe me, the first chapter will really get you so hooked that you’ll find yourself loving and hating how the story unfolds as you read it.

What stands out the most in this book is that both the hero and heroine are nothing like you’ve ever seen before. They are both irreverent, unapologetic, and cunning in their own way. Aria De Rose has her own personal agenda and a power struggle within the Camorra organization that she is trying to win at all cost no matter what the consequences.

I love Aria because she is the epitome of what a strong independent female character should be. She has channeled all her pain and hardship into a relentless driving force that will make her come out on top and be the last woman standing.

And of course, we have Ceasar Accardo on the other end of the spectrum. His “I-don’t-give-a-fuck” attitude instantly endeared me from the get-go. Some may find his character hard to like at first but what lies beneath his asshole attitude is a person who was forced to grow up too soon from the abuse and neglect of his household.

These two didn’t lead perfect lives. They are scarred and flawed. They struggled and fought to get what they want. But despite all the odds against their favor, they still found a way to choose to be with each other. They didn’t get to live “normal” lives and finally get to live happily ever after in the end. They have managed to find a compromise that works for them because of their mutual love and respect for each other. And that is something what I think is the most enthralling part of this book.

Rating: 5/5

Bane by LJ Shen Blog Tour and Review

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Naked surfer. Habitual pothead. A con, a liar, a thief and a fraud.

Last I heard, he was extorting the rich and screwing their wives for a living.

Which is why I’m more than a little surprised to find him at my threshold, looking for my friendship, my services, and most puzzling of all—looking humbled.

Thing is, I’m on a boycott. Literally—I cut boys from my life. Permanently.

Problem is, Bane is not a boy, he is all man, and I’m falling, crashing, drowning in his sweet, perfect lies.

Jesse Carter

Hot as hell, cold as ice.

I wasn’t aware of her existence until a fat, juicy deal landed in my lap.

She’s a part of it, a little plaything to kill some time.

She is collateral, a means to an end, and a side-bonus for striking a deal with her oil tycoon stepdad.

More than anything, Jesse Carter is a tough nut to crack.

Little does she know, I have the f****** teeth for it.

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Bane

Then.

A liar.

A con.

A godless thief.

My reputation was a big wave that I rode, one that swallowed everyone around me, drowning every attempt to fuck with what’s mine.

I’d been known as a stoner, but power was my real drug of choice. Money meant nothing. It was tangible, and therefore easy to lose. See, to me, people were a game. One I’d always known how to win.

Move the rooks around.

Change the queen when necessary.

Guard the king at all fucking times.

I was never distracted, never deterred, and never jealous.

So, imagine my surprise when I found myself being all three at once.

It was a siren with coal black hair who robbed me of riding the biggest wave I’d seen that summer. Of my precious attention. Of my goddamn breath.

She glided from the ocean to the beach like nightfall.

I crouched down, straddling my surfboard, gawking.

Edie and Beck stopped beside me, floating on their boards in my periphery.

“This one’s taken by Emery Wallace,” Edie had warned. Thief.

“This one’s the hottest masterpiece in town.” Beck had chuckled. Con.

“More importantly, she only dates rich bastards.” Liar.

I had all the ingredients to pull her in.

Her body was a patch of fresh snow. White, fair, like the sun shone through her, never quite soaking in. Her skin defied nature, her ass defied my sanity, but it was the words on her back that made my logic rebel.

It wasn’t her curves or the way she swayed her hips like a dangling, poisonous apple that warranted my reaction to her.

It was that tattoo I had noticed when she swam close to me earlier, the words trickling down the nape of her neck and back in a straight arrow.

My Whole Life Has Been Pledged to This Meeting with You

Pushkin.

I only knew one person who went gaga over the Russian poet, and, like the famous Alexander, he was currently six feet under.

My friends began to paddle back to shore. I couldn’t move. It felt like my balls were ten tons heavy. I didn’t believe in love at first sight. Lust, maybe, but even that wasn’t the word I was looking for. No. This girl fucking intrigued me.

“What’s her name?” I snatched Beck’s ankle, yanking him back to me. Edie stopped pedaling and looked back, her gaze ping-ponging between us.

“Doesn’t matter, bro.”

“What’s. Her. Name?” I repeated through a locked jaw.

“Dude, she’s, like, way young.”

“I will not repeat myself a third time.”

Beck’s throat bobbed with a swallow. He knew damn well that I didn’t mess around. If she was legal—it was on.

“Jesse Carter.”

Jesse Carter was going to be mine before she even knew me.

Before I even knew her.

Before her life turned upside down and her fate rewrote itself with her blood.

So here was the truth that even my lying ass wouldn’t admit later on in our story—I wanted her before.

Before she became business.

Before the truth caged her in.

Before the secrets gushed out.

I never did get to surf that day.

My surfboard broke.

Should have known it was an omen.

My heart was going to be next in line.

And for a small chick, she did one hell of a fucking job obliterating it.

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LJShenL.J. Shen is an International #1 best-selling author of Contemporary Romance and New Adult novels. She lives in Northern California with her husband, young son and chubby cat.

Before she’d settled down, L.J. (who thinks referring to herself in the third person is really silly, by the way) traveled the world, and collected friends from all across the globe. Friends who’d be happy to report that she is a rubbish companion, always forgets peoples’ birthdays and never sends Christmas cards.

She enjoys the simple things in life, like spending time with her family and friends, reading, HBO, Netflix and internet-stalking Stephen James. She reads between three to five books a week and firmly believes Crocs shoes and mullets should be outlawed.

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Review:

Bane is one hot and steamy read that you will definitely have a hard time putting down once you read the first few chapters. LJ Shen’s books will always make you root for the bad boys and that what has got me so intrigued in the first place. Bane is a brooding and tortured hero that is really too charming for his own good. And he’s exactly the kind of guy that Jesse Carter needs to coax her out of her shell. Amidst all the tragedy, betrayal, and lies; there was love, passion, and affection.

Personally, I think this book is one of LJ Shen’s best work. I read all the Sinners of Saint series and while Vicious will still have a special place on my romance bookshelf, Bane might have topped that. I just simply loved how the author portrayed Jesse’s struggles of being a rape victim and how she coped with it. She dealt with the aftermath of the incident while the whole town shamed her, even her parents.

It’s no wonder why she and Bane were truly made for each other. They understood each other’s pain and motivation and they accept each other for who they really are. Despite their difficult past, they have found a way to be with each other without prejudice, just love.

Rating: 5/5

Bad Intentions by Charleigh Rose Blog Tour and Review

Title: Bad Intentions
Series: Bad Love #2
Author: Charleigh Rose
Genre: NA/Contemorary Romance
Release Date: April 30, 2018
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Moving to River’s Edge was supposed to be a fresh start.
Away from chaos. 
Away from bad influences and worse relationships. 
All I wanted was to give my little brother more of a chance than I ever had. 
It should’ve been simple. 
I didn’t count on my transgressions following me.
And I definitely didn’t count on meeting Dare.
Tall, tortured, and tattooed. 
A Lost Boy through and through. 
Falling for someone like him was asking for heartache. 
But I was a sucker for punishment. 

Dare
I had a routine. 
Eat, work, sleep, repeat, only ever doing the bare minimum to keep up appearances. 
I kept my circle small and my guard high. 
I spent years making sure I didn’t repeat the mistakes of my past, forming an impenetrable layer of ice around my heart. 
Then Logan showed up in my town, in my tattoo shop, testing my patience along with my self-control.
She was fire and I was ice.
I should’ve stayed away. 
But I had been cold for far too long.
 

 

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I was so looking forward to the next installment of Charleigh’s Bad Love series after I read Bad Habit and the Yard Sale novella. And Bad Intentions totally did not disappoint! Dare and Lo’s chemistry was totally off the charts. I loved how their individual struggles brought them closer together and in the end, that created a deeper understanding between the characters.
Bad Intentions was a reprieve to your typical romantic love story since it narrates the gritty complexities of real-life struggles. Here we have Logan who is trying to have a fresh start with her younger brother in River’s Edge. She’s had a rough life and moving away from home seemed like the best option for her to survive. Then she met Dare. Another lost soul with a tortured past. It might seem cliche but they are truly meant for each other.
I loved how Charleigh Rose gave glimpses of Dare and Lo’s vulnerabilities and struggles but didn’t dwell on the negativity of their lives. Bad Intentions is truly one great work that will give readers the right amount of romance that will be a perfect reading material over the weekend.
Rating: 5/5

Revere by Bethany-Kris Book Tour and ARC Review

REVERE, A Legacy Novel

by Bethany-Kris

Cross + Catherine, #2

Publication Date: November 6, 2017

Genres: Adult, Adult, Contemporary Romance, Mafia

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A Legacy Novel

She was once his liar.

He was once her savior. 

Cross Donati fills his days with the mafia, family, and responsibility. The wild boy is a distant memory. A waiting prince now sits in his place. An old debt puts the gunrunner right back into the path of his past, but he only sees his future. 

Every king needs a queen. 

Catherine Marcello learned how to stand on her own, and she no longer needs saving. The sly girl is far more dangerous now. A broken promise taught her how to live again. One conversation puts the hustler face to face with her first love, but she only sees heartache. 

Every God needs a prayer. 

The scars of their history runs deep. Every lie told, and each secret spilled hurts a little bit more. 

Love does not care. 

Love will not wait. 

So, why does life keep standing in the way? 

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Revere is A Legacy Novel. While it can be read as a follow up to Always, it can also be read as a standalone novel.

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ALWAYS, A Legacy Novel

by Bethany-Kris

Cross + Catherine, #1

Publication Date: October 2, 2017

Genres: Adult, Contemporary Romance, Coming of Age, Mafia

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A Legacy Novel

A wild boy.

A sly girl.

Cross Donati defines trouble. He does what he wants because he’s never known anything different. He’s unapologetic, and he owns it.

Catherine Marcello is every bit a good girl … on the outside. Her entire world is a legacy, and she lives it. She’s curious, and she’s exploring it.

She chases bad things.

He never learned to be good.

They’re late nights, stolen cars, first times, fist fights, leather jackets, beaches, bloody smiles, and life.

They’re vicious and precious, dangerous and harmless, innocence and sin. They are love.

Love is killing for someone.

Love is living for someone.

Sometimes, you can’t keep saving your heart when it means sacrificing it, too.

Sometimes, you have to learn to save yourself.

Sometimes, love has to fall, crash, and burn.

This is what love is like when you’re a principe and principessa della mafia.

This is what love is like when you’re Cross Donati and Catherine Marcello.

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Always is a Legacy Novel, and while it is standalone, it can also act as a prequel for Revere. Each Legacy Novel stands alone from any other book, series, or collection.

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Bethany-Kris is a Canadian author, lover of much, and mother to three young sons, one cat, and two dogs. A small town in Eastern Canada where she was born and raised is where she has always called home. With her boys under her feet, snuggling cat, barking dogs, and a hubby calling over his shoulder, she is nearly always writing something … when she can find the time.

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The continuation of Cross and Catherine’s story in Revere has set a nostalgic atmosphere between the two characters. Even after seven years of separation, their love still remained constant that it almost feels like it was just yesterday. This kind of reminiscent tone throughout the whole book has left me feeling even more invested in the story that I literally couldn’t put the book down the moment I finally got my copy!

I love how Bethany-Kris perfectly showed how Cross and Catherine have matured and became comfortable in their own skin. For Cross, he finally learned how to control his hot-headed temper to better prepare him for inheriting the boss’ seat of the Donati family. But what’s more remarkable was Catherine’s transformation. She has finally found her place in the world of organized crime and she was not apologetic for it, since she is still a Marcello after all.

I am absolutely thrilled about the way Bethany-Kris told their love story and how they grew into their own person. Following The Legacy Series is like watching your nieces and nephews grow up before your eyes. And seeing your favorite characters get the happily ever after they deserve is really the best thing about reading a romance novel.

Cross’ marriage proposal was probably one of the sweetest things I’ve read in all of romance novel history. It was a perfect nod to their entire romantic love story and their promise of Always. The memories that they shared growing up is something that they both cherished and after all that’s happened between them, they also used those shared memories to find a way back to each other. As cliche as it sounds, for Cross and Catherine, first love really never dies.

Unruly can’t come soon enough. I am so excited to see the life that these two built together. The principe and principessa all grown up and ruling their own kingdom. Need I say more?

Rating: 5/5

Always by Bethany Kris Blog Tour and ARC Review

ALWAYS, A Legacy Novel

by Bethany-Kris
Cross + Catherine, #1
Publication Date: October 2, 2017
Genres: Adult, Contemporary Romance, Coming of Age, Mafia

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SYNOPSIS:

A Legacy Novel

A wild boy.
A sly girl.

Cross Donati defines trouble. He does what he wants because he’s never known anything different. He’s unapologetic, and he owns it.

Catherine Marcello is every bit a good girl … on the outside. Her entire world is a legacy, and she lives it. She’s curious, and she’s exploring it.

She chases bad things.
He never learned to be good.

They’re late nights, stolen cars, first times, fist fights, leather jackets, beaches, bloody smiles, and life.
They’re vicious and precious, dangerous and harmless, innocence and sin. They are love.

Love is killing for someone.
Love is living for someone.

Sometimes, you can’t keep saving your heart when it means sacrificing it, too.
Sometimes, you have to learn to save yourself.
Sometimes, love has to fall, crash, and burn.

This is what love is like when you’re a principe and principessa della mafia.
This is what love is like when you’re Cross Donati and Catherine Marcello.

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Always is a Legacy Novel, and while it is standalone, it can also act as a prequel for Revere. Each Legacy Novel stands alone from any other book, series, or collection.

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ABOUT BETHANY-KRIS

Bethany-Kris is a Canadian author, lover of much, and mother to three young sons, one cat, and two dogs. A small town in Eastern Canada where she was born and raised is where she has always called home. With her boys under her feet, snuggling cat, barking dogs, and a hubby calling over his shoulder, she is nearly always writing something … when she can find the time.

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Review:

Book Quote Bethany-Kris Always

Cross x Catherine.
True love written in mafia blood.
This is not your typical coming of age love story. Always showed how the tribulations and heartaches of first loves are told amidst the world of the Mafia. It is absolutely wonderful and so brilliantly written that I can’t wait to get my hands on the next book already!

I have always been a fan of the novels of Bethany-Kris and each release is always marked in my calendar. But Cross and Catherine’s series are probably the one I anticipated most this year. My interest in Cross and Catherine was piqued way back when the Legacy Prequel Novella was published. The convergence of the Mafia world in this series is absolutely amazing and I’ve always admired the story continuity in all of Bethany-Kris’ works. You will see your favorite characters from the Filthy Marcellos and Donati Bloodlines series, but at the same time, the story cleverly unfolds in a way that you don’t have to read the previous series to get immersed in Bethany-Kris’ mafia world.  Let me tell you though, once you get your hands on one book, you’ll probably crave reading the other series as well.

I was so lucky to receive the ARC copy of this one and I started reading it right away. I probably re-read the novels five times by now and for every single re-read, I have always found something to bookmark and highlight in the novel. Because yes, it is THAT GOOD!

Up until my third re-read, I was convinced that Cross and Catherine met too soon. If they have met a little later and have matured on their own, maybe they would have handled their relationship better. Especially for Catherine, whose fear of being a disappointment to her parents became a huge factor growing up. I thought that they had become so dependent on each other at such a very young age. And that made it difficult for them to mature and forge their way to the world on their own.

But after reading it for the fifth time, I scratched that thought entirely. Because I realized that when it comes to Cross x Catherine, they are each other’s ALWAYS. It’s not a case of “if it’s meant to be, it will be” kind of love story because at the end of the day, this couple will ALWAYS be meant to be.

Cross always had a sort of hero complex when it comes to Catherine. Their sweet yet peculiar meet-cute is probably a testament of that. With his dark eyes, bruised knuckles and bloody mouth, Cross instantly made a mark to Catherine and since then, their love was inevitable. All throughout their teenage years, Cross has always been Catherine’s knight in shining armor.

That’s why it was so heartbreaking to see the moment towards the end of the novel when Cross finally realized that he is unable to save Catherine from herself, no matter how much he loves her. What’s reassuring though is the fact that despite everything that they’ve been through, it was their love for each other that remained constant. I cannot wait to see the older and more mature versions of Cross and Catherine in the next book, Revere! November 6th can’t come soon enough!

Rating: 5/5