Blog Tour & Review – Doorways: The First Bermuda Jones Casefile by Robert Enright
There wasn’t any real drama, which is a nice refreshing change, but the bit there was played out well so that you could feel the tension but also not have it be the entire focus of the story.
Raven is a straight talking, no cr@p taking woman with a feistyness about her that really makes you root for her.
Mick is a beautiful man, again, refreshingly so. His love for Raven knows no bounds and i simply adore the fact that he acknowledges that love from the get go.
I would have maybe liked a bit more in places but at the same time the shortness of the book is what it makes flow so well.
I’m looking forward to seeing Nick’s story, he really intrigued me and I was a little disappointed that he vanished through the last part of Mick and Ravens story.
Blog Tour & Review – Saved by Angel Payne
Title: Lies We Keep
Genre: Contemporary Romance
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Jez Tate is just an author. She wants to write books, she has a past she’d rather forget and doesn’t want the celebrity lifestyle.
This journey introduces Jez to Blakely, her newly hired bodyguard that she find incredibly hot and instantly connects with him.
Blakely has his own secrets and he tries not to see anything in Jez than she’s his client.
Simple employer/employer relationship….or so you’d think.
The story was a great pace, detailed and had you enjoying the highs and lows of the characters. The twist was great, nail biting but still so good.
Danielle Rose always seems to hit the right pace and detail on her books, missing nothing out and it was a great read.
Look forward to what happens next!
Danielle Rose holds a Master of Fine Arts in creative writing from the University of Southern Maine. Currently residing in the Midwest, where she spends her days dreaming of warmer temperatures, when she’s not writing, she enjoys pretending she lives in California, spending an embarrassing amount of time at Hobby Lobby, and binge-watching Netflix. Visit Danielle on the Web: www.Danielle-Rose.com.
Two mechanics. One rivalry.
She’ll prove she’s as good as she says she is.
He’ll prove her place isn’t under the hood.
It’s over it.
“Don’t let the bastards get you down.”
For twenty-six years, I lived by my daddy’s motto. Which is why “Mechanic Wanted” is all it takes for me to apply for the job at the garage we once owned.
And I meet the biggest bastard of them all.
Dexter Ryne. Hotter than Hell in July and a firm believer that my place is on reception, taking phone calls and looking pretty. Not getting dirty under the hood of a car.
Determined to prove each other wrong, we make a deal.
I have three weeks to prove my worth as a mechanic. If I don’t, I’m on telephone duty.
If I do, he’ll accept defeat and make my job permanent.
Now, all I have to do is fight my attraction to the cocky little… beep.
Problem is, an engine isn’t the only thing he knows how to make purr…
🌟🌟🌟🌟REVIEW by Kassa
I can never go wrong with a Emma Hart book. She writes funny, quirky characters with relatable problems and a lot of fun tears.
Miss Mechanic is the second book in her “Miss-Series” first one being Miss Fix-It. The book can be read as total standalone, no characters reappear, just the fact that the main character has an unusual job, for a woman is similar.
Dex and Jamie had sparks flying from meeting No. 1 and it was great! Both characters were stubborn and funny and more than once I laughed out loud while reading the banter with each other or the side characters. Dex’ niece was a hoot!
I loved how strong Jamie was. How she held her ground when Dex and all of the others didn’t think that she could be a mechanic and proofed them all wrong. It was awesome and made me want to learn about car mechanics for myself, just so I could repair some things and show the guys how it’s done!
You see it was an inspirational book and I really liked the writing style which was easy to read and understand, supporting the plot really good.
“Can I help you?” I asked.
He blinked and met my eyes.
“What the hell are you doing over there?” I pushed to stand up straight.
“Right now?” He capped his water bottle. “Well, honestly… I’m just thinking you’d look better over the hood of that car than under it.”
I unhooked the hood and slammed it down, spinning on the balls of my feet.
Our eyes met properly. I didn’t like what I saw in his—desire, attraction, need. Which was obviously why a shiver ran down my spine.
I cocked a hip, putting my hand on it. “The only time you will ever get me over a hood of a car is if a wiper blade needs changing. So, unless you’re a wiper blade…”
Dex pulled his phone from his pocket and started tapping the screen.
I blinked. “What are you doing?”
He peered up at me through his unfairly thick eyelashes. “Seeing if I can get a wiper blade costume for Halloween.”
“I don’t even know how to respond to that.”
“You can buy wiper blade glasses.”
He raised his eyebrows. “And a lady here on eBay will hand-make any costume. There’s my Halloween sorted.”
I stared at him. “You’re not getting me over anything, Dex. Definitely not a car hood. No matter what you think.”
He clutched his chest dramatically. “You wound me.”
“Unfortunately not fatally,” I muttered.
“You also underestimate me.”
“There’s a lot of that going around in this garage.” I put the bottle of coolant away.
“Can I ask you something?”
I sighed and turned to face him again. “What?”
Earnestly, he asked, “Can you stop wearing those tiny shorts? Or yoga pants that make me want to touch your ass every five minutes?”
I looked down at the ripped shorts of my dungarees. “Can you keep your thoughts to yourself? Control yourself, maybe? Not look at me and see someone worth screwing?”
By day, New York Times and USA Today bestselling New Adult author Emma Hart dons a cape and calls herself Super Mum to two beautiful little monsters. By night, she drops the cape, pours a glass of whatever she fancies—usually wine—and writes books.
Emma is working on Top Secret projects she will share with her followers and fans at every available opportunity. Naturally, all Top Secret projects involve a dashingly hot guy who likes to forget to wear a shirt, a sprinkling (or several) of hold-onto-your-panties hot scenes, and a whole lotta love.
She likes to be busy—unless busy involves doing the dishes, but that seems to be when all the ideas come to life.
Scarlet Toys by S.M. Shade is NOW LIVE !!!!!!!!!
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Living on Violet Circle, a place that’s less of a neighborhood and more of an insane asylum poured into the street, I thought I was prepared for anything. After you’ve seen a woman strip down at the laundry room to wash the clothes she’s wearing, then saunter across the street naked, you’ve seen it all, right?
How naïve I was.
After the factory closed, leaving me and a good portion of the town unemployed, I took a job managing Scarlet Toys. I knew it wouldn’t be a typical work environment, selling adult toys in a town more uptight than a constipated nun, but some things you just never see coming.
Like the protesters covered in poison ivy, screaming about smut peddlers.
Or a dancing dinosaur named Fappy.
Or the allure of the man standing in the center of all the chaos.
Wyatt Lawson, a six foot, four inch heap of muscle with a quick smile, ignited my interest in more than the available manager position. Like the missionary one. Or the rodeo. Maybe the side rider. What can I say? I’m an overachiever.
Let’s just hope he doesn’t scare too easily.
🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟 from Lea
I LOVE this book. Total adoration. It touched my heart, my soul, my funny bones and my lady bits!
I don’t think I have ever come across a book where I just wanted to be a part of the story. I want to live in The Violent Circle, I want to be friends with everyone single one of these characters, I want to work at Scarlet Toys, I want to experience the joy and laughter the bring each other, I even want to feel their lows just because they are so good to each other I know I’ll feel super loved.
I was immersed in this book. From the first word to the last. It is just perfect. PERFECT!!
I never feel the need to reread books, haven’t done since I last read The Enormous Turnip when I was about 7. But Scarlet Toys…i could happily read this book a hundred times and not get bored.
Bravo Ms Shade! This is a Rom Com to top all Rom coms!
I can’t believe I’m sexting in a shoe store bathroom. A funny thought occurs to me. Since we’re going for a wax at the day spa next, I could do a little before and after picture. Jani was right when she said I’ve never sent nudes before. It’s time to live a little.
As quietly as possible, I put my shirt back on and slip off my panties, leaving my skirt on. Hmm…I’m not sure about the best way to do this.
I’m not going to squat down in here. I finally decide to put one foot on the toilet seat and then shove the camera under my skirt. The first picture is out of focus and with the light filtering through my green skirt, it looks more like a stepped on tennis ball than a vagina. Fine, the skirt has to come off too.
It joins my panties, hanging on the toilet paper dispenser. I’ve never felt so classy.
Naked from the waist down, I put my foot on the seat again, and focus on getting the perfect shot. The next one is pretty good and I send it, but I decide to take one more.
Why did I decide to take one more?
Just as I hit the button, the toilet seat slides to the side and the plastic bolts in the back holding it on both snap. The seat clatters to the floor, and my foot slides right into the toilet with a splash they probably heard on the sales floor. Thinking I’m going to fall, I panic and grab at the wall, dropping my phone, which slides out of the stall and toward the sinks.
So, there I am in all my glory. Naked, with a broken toilet seat looped around one foot while my other foot rests ankle deep in blue toilet water. No way this can get worse, right?
As I’m trying to extricate myself, I hear a small voice ask, “Mommy, what’s that?”
“The lady dropped her phone, Justin. Just put it on the sink for her.”
“But what is that? It’s weird and…hairy.”
Somebody please shoot me now. Where is a nice stroke or heart attack when you need one? Behind the door, a small boy is getting a look at his first vagina.
The toilet flushes and I hear his mother gasp when she takes the phone from him.
Yeah, I’m not coming out of here. Somebody is going to have to deliver my food because I’m never leaving this stall again.
“What is it?” he repeats.
“It’s just, um, a close up picture,” she stumbles, grasping for an explanation that isn’t some stranger’s vagina.
“Close up of what?” he insists.
“A…mouth. It’s just a blurry picture.” I hear the click of plastic against porcelain as she places the phone on the sink and says, “Wash your hands again.”
“But I already—”
Justin isn’t finished asking questions though. Through the running water, I hear, “It had a moustache though. And four lips! Do some guys have extra lips? Am I gonna get more lips? Ohh! Is it an alien? Aliens can have extra lips.”
His voice fades as they leave, and I rush through the stall door to grab my phone, one shoe sloshing and leaving blue puddles across the floor. Of course, they had to have blue water. I pop off my shoe and stuff it with paper towels to mop up the bulk of the water.
That is how Jani and Emily find me a few seconds later.
About the Author
S.M. Shade is a homeschooling mom hopelessly addicted to Dr. Pepper, love stories, sunshine, and men with full sexy lips, though not necessarily in that order. A voracious reader since sounding out her first word, she started writing as a teenager and rediscovered her love of writing as an adult. Originally from Indianapolis, she now lives in a small Kentucky town with her teenage son.
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