Review: Marry Me Mad by Katy Regnery

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Blurb:

Did you fall in love with The English Brothers? Were you hot for the Winslows? 

Katy Regnery's New York Times bestselling Blueberry Lane series continues with The Rousseau siblings in 2016!

For as long as Madeleine “Mad” Rousseau can remember, she’s been the “sweet” twin to her sister Jax’s “sassy.” But after an especially painful break-up, Mad decides she’s had enough of being sweet. Children’s librarian during the day, she begins visiting Philly’s seedier nightspots on a quest for adventure. 

When Cortlandt “Cort” Ambler, the ex-boyfriend of Mad’s sister, Jax, saves her from disaster on one such evening, an unlikely friendship is born between the rebellious librarian and the moonlighting pianist…and two broken hearts begin a journey toward being whole again. 

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EXCERPT:

She stood on the sidewalk facing him, a sweet smile on her lips.

Cort gestured to his front door with a flick of his chin. “Want to come in?”

“Yes. But we have to talk first.”

“What happened to ‘Take me to bed’?”

She sighed. “Fresh air cleared my head.”

He glanced down at his swollen cock, all but bursting against the zipper of his jeans. “I’m dying a little here, baby.”

Her eyes followed his, dancing with mirth when she looked back up at him. “So I see.”

“I’m not alone either,” he said, dropping his eyes to her nipples, which strained against her thin, billowy blouse.

“No,” she said, her voice slightly lower, her smile giving way to a hotter, more needy look. “You’re not.”

“So let’s talk inside.”

She shook her head no. “Here.”

Cort sighed, hitching her flowered bag a little higher on his shoulder, waiting for her to continue.

“No talking about Jax or Thatcher,” she said. “If you talk about Jax, I won’t be able to stay. I’ll feel too guilty. And if you talk about Thatcher, I’ll feel too angry. Promise?”

“I promise.”

She took a step closer to him. “And this one’s big…No falling in love with each other. We’re just about impossible, you and me, so we can’t—you know—bring that sort of emotion into this. We can enjoy each other, but that’s all, Cort. Promise.”

He flinched as she finished. He could feel the involuntary muscle reaction that narrowed his eyes and told him that it was too late. It was a lifetime too late to tell him not to love her, because he’d loved her for most of his life. Her gentleness, her quiet grace, the peace he’d always found in her presence now combined with the scorching chemistry between them that couldn’t be denied. Over and over again throughout his life, he’d looked for her, tried to find someone like her, but his heart had fixed on hers so long ago, it was all but impossible for him not to love her. The only way he could promise her was to promise not to “fall” this weekend, only because he’d already fallen years before.

“I promise not to fall.”

She smiled at him, though the smile had lost a bit of the lightheartedness it had held minutes earlier. “Do you need any promises from me?”

He nodded, closing the distance between them. “Yeah, I do.”

Her eyes widened, flaring with heat, the black of her pupils obliterating the green of her irises as she pressed her breasts against his chest.

“Promise to leave nothing on the table, Mad. Give me everything you’ve got for twenty-four hours.”

“Except…” Her voice broke. “Except my love. I promise.”

His heart clenched at her omission, and it made him want to push her out of her comfort zone a little. “Promise to touch me everywhere with your hot little mouth.”

“I promise,” she murmured, her throat moving as she swallowed.

His eyes narrowed. “Promise to open your legs so I can slide inside of you as if I’ve been doing it all my life.”

“Cort,” she whimpered, her eyes fluttering closed as she looked down at where her chest heaved into his. “I need you.”

 

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About the Author:

 

New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Katy Regnery started her writing career by enrolling in a short story class in January 2012. One year later, she signed her first contract and Katy’s first novel was published in September 2013. 

Twenty-five books later, Katy claims authorship of the multi-titled, New York Times and USA Today Blueberry Lane Series, which follows the English, Winslow, Rousseau, Story, and Ambler families of Philadelphia; the six-book, bestselling ~a modern fairytale~ series; and several other standalone novels and novellas. 

Katy’s first modern fairytale romance, The Vixen and the Vet, was nominated for a RITA® in 2015 and won the 2015 Kindle Book Award for romance. Katy’s boxed set, The English Brothers Boxed Set, Books #1–4, hit the USA Today bestseller list in 2015, and her Christmas story, Marrying Mr. English, appeared on the list a week later. In May 2016, Katy’s Blueberry Lane collection, The Winslow Brothers Boxed Set, Books #1-4, became a New York Times E-book bestseller. 

In 2016, Katy signed a print-only agreement with Spencerhill Press. As a result, her Blueberry Lane paperback books will now be distributed to brick and mortar bookstores all over the United States. 

Katy lives in the relative wilds of northern Fairfield County, Connecticut, where her writing room looks out at the woods, and her husband, two young children, two dogs, and one Blue Tonkinese kitten create just enough cheerful chaos to remind her that the very best love stories begin at home.

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Review:

My Rating: ❤❤❤❤❤ 5 "Baby, you're music" Stars

Marry Me Mad is a superbly romantic love story that will make you swoon, chuckle and feels giddy giggling continuously because the romance is so freaking sweet.

I totally love the idea of this story where the guy have always been in love with the girl of his dream but never got the chance to be with her until now. I think that is super sweet of him. And the fact that he is a super talented musician that plays various instrument, can sing and always seems to write song about the girl he loves took the word swoon to another level. 

Let's talk about the hero now shall we?

Cort Ambler is a tattooed musician with a dirty blond long hair and gray-blue eyes. He may looks so edgy and tough but he is a super duper romantic. He have the best cheesy words in the world and I have never make so many notes on swoon-worthy things on my Kindle before this book. Those words really are cheesy but it is so romantic and I just wish he could come out from the literary world to teach my fiance at least some of his cheesy words lol. 

Aside from his cheesiness and him being so freaking romantic, I love that he is also a kind person as he care for people's feelings around him and he talk so sweetly to a dog.  Sigh, he is so perfect!

Now, let's talk about the gorgeous heroine.

Madeleine Rousseau or Mad is the stunning French librarian who are all pearls and heels from outside but she also can curse like a champ and I just love her. I love that she is fiercely loyal especially towards her twin, Jax but I particularly love that she stays true to herself. I mean she obviously is crazy about Cort but she didn't let herself truly enjoy being with Cort because she feels guilty towards Jax but she also can't entirely say no to Cort either as she acknowledge her feeling for him.

(or in other words, Things that I love about the book)

I actually have countless things that I love about the book but these are my top favorites:

1. That moment when Cort thought that Mad are impossibly beautiful but in actuality, he said  that aloud and when he realize that, he affirmed it. And that is so sweet!

You are impossibly beautiful, he thought, lost in the unique light-green of her eyes and not realizing until she squeaked "Me?" that he'd actually said the words aloud.

..."You, Medeleine Rousseau." 

2. I love that Cort keeps on writing song for Mad in his head through out the story and I am a big fan of beautiful songs in a book. The Miss Mad song he wrote is beautiful and it is now among my favorite songs in the literary world. And by the way, I love how the song is put in the story verse by verse. It was brilliantly clever and I specifically love the last verse! 

3. That scene where Mad mistakenly thought Cort feel she does not look good in sweats and a T-shirt and Cort being the romantic and musician he is, he doesn't just say she is beautiful, he said "Baby, you're music." *Swoon*

(or in other words, Things that I dislike about the book)

I am a little bit frustrated with Mad when she keep on postponing the very much needed talk with Jax about Cort but I also understand that it is the the angst needed in the story so I guess I can accept that. I just wish that I didn't feel like pulling out my hairs every time the talk is being postpone :D

That being said, I am totally recommending Marry Me Mad to all romance readers because this is absolutely the one book that you wouldn't want to miss out on. It have many swoon-worthy moments, sweet and cheesy lines, awesome lyrics and a dashing musician. Seriously, y'all need to read this because it is that good!

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Review: One Step Closer by Kahlen Aymes [With Giveaway]

 The only had each other…

Until one forbidden night ruined everything.

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STEPSISTER. He hated that f*cking word.

When their parents got married, the only thing Caleb Luxan had in common with Wren Brashill was that they both hated their parents. When he was sixteen, Caleb discovered Wren's closely guarded secret and vowed to protect her: from that day forward she became the reason for every decision he made.

Jealousy and long-suppressed desire overpowered Caleb's fierce protectiveness and they spent one forbidden and unforgettable night in each other arms, but the aftermath left Caleb panicked, Wren heartbroken, and their relationship in shambles. In the time since that fateful night, he’d only seen her once and had only managed to make the situation even worse.

The sudden death of his estranged father calls Caleb home and face-to-face with Wren for first time in years. He is presented with a choice that forces him to confront the painful memories of his youth and his many regrets with Wren.

Like it or not, his father's last, hard lesson, will demand Caleb deal with his long denied emotions for Wren, or let go of her forever.

 

Excerpt

Caleb’s muscled frame was rigid and as Wren looked at him, she studied his profile, and could feel his coiled tension.  The fingers in his right hand curled into a fist.  “I was so mad.  So many times, I wished he’d been the one to die.”  His voice was full of pain, as the words tore from him.  “I fucking hated him with every breath I took.  You saw how much.”

Wren nodded, though he didn’t see her acquiescence.  She knew what he went through growing up when they had formed an affable alliance against their parents.  She hated her mother at least as much as Caleb hated his father and she understood his anger and pain; then the apathy that became a welcome alternative.  They’d been unlikely allies against a common enemy.

“Maybe I deserved his indifference.”

Wren got up and went to Caleb, standing behind him as he stood still as stone, and staring out the window.  Her heart ached with love and grief for Caleb. She wanted to touch him; to offer reassurance, to take away the ache in his voice and heart.  Without considering her actions, her arms slipped around his waist and she pressed up against his strong back and leaned her head against him, between his shoulder blades.

Caleb was massive in comparison to her, and she was like a flower curling around him.  Her hands fanned out against his hard stomach, her fingers finding the definition of his abs beneath his shirt.   “Stop, Cale.  I won’t let you do this to yourself.  Your dad wouldn’t want that.  None of it was your fault.”  Her arms slid fully around him and held him tight against her body. “I can’t bear it.  You’ve had enough pain.  Enough.”

Caleb sucked in a deep breath, the action bringing her even closer.  He could feel every curve of her body pressed so closely against his back.  He could feel her breathing, could feel how she shared his pain.  His hand came up and he ran the flat of his hand from her elbow down to her hand, and then wrapped his fingers around hers.

“When did you turn into the strong one?”

Wren’s arms tightened around him.  “When I met you. ”

“Oh, Wren.” Should he just spill his guts? Would it fix everything?  “I’ve got so much to say to you.  How long can you stay?”

She nodded against him, unwilling to end the contact between their bodies; needing the closeness as much as he did.

He wanted to apologize for how he acted the last time he’d seen her, he wanted to say a hundred things… he needed her forgiveness.

“How long do you need me?”

In that moment a miracle happened; a sort of beautiful irony that taunted Caleb with it’s fragileness.  It was as if he’d never screwed everything up between them.  But would it stay this way?

How long do I need you? Caleb thought.  His heart raced to the point of exploding, and he wondered if Wren could feel it.

Forever. 

 About the Author:

I'm a single mother of one daughter, Olivia. She's amazing in every way.

I was born in the Midwestern United States and educated at a private university where I received a Bachelor's degree in Marketing and Business Administration.

I've always been creative with art, music, theater and writing. I decided to write a story as a way to build a network for a business venture. The reader support of my stories and my overwhelming desire to find out where my characters would take me, soon had the writing morphing the business. No one was more shocked than I. When readers began nominating my work for online awards, it took my breath away and only made me love it more. It soon became clear that writing was, and should be, my focus.

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My Rating: ❤❤❤❤ (4 Superman Stars)

One Step Closer is one sexy read between stepbrother dearest and his stepsister from different father and different mother.  

I have read several step-siblings stories before but this one feels a bit different. I like that in this story the hero and heroine have a strong connection and their bond is thicker than blood. It is the kind of story that I'm crazy about and I'm happy that the story really delivered.

Caleb Luxon or Caleb or affectionately call as Cale by Wren is an engineer and a boxer but he is also the heir of Luxon Pharmaceuticals. He has quite a complex character as he is pretty much a headstrong and doesn't really filter his words but when it comes to Wren, he becomes her protector, her knight in shining armor, her own Superman. Even though he seems to be so tough and strong, I like that Caleb can be gentle and warm as well especially towards Wren and Jonesy.

Wren Brashill or Wren is a talented ballerina and she was Caleb's stepsister and she has a very cruel mother. I suspect her mother is a psychopath and it is beyond me why Caleb's dad choose that woman to be his stepmom. I like that Caleb really stood up and protect Wren from Veronica because I don't think one should ever deserved to have a mother like her. 

I must say that I was really entertained when reading this book because Caleb and Wren are really destined to be together after all the things that they went through. But I think I would be more entertained if a certain evil character named Macy does not have much scenes. Macy is the woman whom Caleb is seeing casually and I really really can't stand her. I mentally cursed her character every time her name appears because she was so annoying, manipulative and downright insensitive so I guess I cursed a lot. 

Anyway, besides Veronica and Macy, I'm truly happy reading this book and I was really invested in Caleb and Wren. I am also absolutely loving the epilogue because after all that scheming and evil plotting I finally got to indulge in the happy scenes and I feel super satisfied and super happy for our main leads. 

So, I am going to recommend One Step Closer to romance readers who love step-siblings theme and like a hero who has fierce protective trait, a bit angsty and  has superb sexy scenes.

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Review: Somebody Like You by Lynnette Austin [With Giveaway]

Book Title:Somebody Like You (Maverick Junction #1) 

Author: Lynnette Austin 

Genre: Contemporary Western Romance 

Release Date: October 25, 2016 

Publisher: Forever & Forever Yours | Grand Central Publishing 

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WHEN A COWBOY MEETS AN HEIRESS

Cash Hardeman thinks he'll have all the time in the world to find the right woman . . . until he discovers he might lose the family ranch if he's not married by his thirtieth birthday. So when Boston beauty Annelise blows into town on her Harley, Cash can't help wondering if she's the sexy, leather-clad answer to all his problems.

Giving her bodyguards and the paparazzi the slip, heiress Annelise Montjoy comes to Maverick Junction on a mission to help her ailing grandfather. But keeping her identity hidden in the small Texas town is harder than she expected-especially around a tempting cowboy like Cash. He's the kind of man who makes her want to spill all her secrets. Soon Annelise starts to wonder if she's finally found the man who can love her for herself rather than her money. But will the secrets they both keep ruin their plans to ride off into the sunset together?

“Annie, I’m the guy. The guy drives.”

“Not always.”

“In Texas he does.”

She rolled her eyes. “That is so male!”

“There you go. I’m a male.”

“It’s about control. You’re used to being in control.”

Hands on his hips, he thought about that. “Yeah, guess I am.”

“Well, so am I. And it’s my bike.” She dangled the keys in front of him. “My keys mean I drive.”

“But you don’t know where we’re going,” he argued.

“So you’ll be my co-pilot. Direct me. How else am I going to learn my way around?”

He scowled, not at all comfortable with the way this was going down. “Tell you what. Why don’t we take the Caddy? Top’s down, and it’s an amazing night. It’ll be nice.”

She laughed, the sound curling itself in his belly. “Nice try, but uh-uh. No way. You talked me into a night bike ride, Cash, and that’s what I intend to have.”

“You might want to think about this.”

“Oh, I have.” A quick grin lit her face. Then, mimicking his stance, she rested her hands on those curvy hips and tilted her head. “You’re not afraid to ride with me, are you?”

His eyes narrowed. “Afraid? Me? Not in this lifetime.”

“Good.”

After he stepped onto the stair landing, she closed and locked the door behind her. Then she headed down the stairs and hopped on her Harley. In the driver’s seat. He felt unbelievably silly as he slowly swung his leg and slid behind her. He sure as hell hoped nobody saw him sitting in the sissy seat. “Annie—”

“Hold on, big boy.” The bike rumbled to life. She spurted out of the drive so fast he barely had time to wrap his arms around her slender waist. He held himself stiffly as she navigated her way through the side streets, fuming that she didn’t trust him to drive her motorcycle. But then, as they headed out of town along the dark road, the night air wrapped around him, and he began to relax. Not half-bad. Rather than hands on the controls, his arms were free to slide around Annie. His palms rested on her taut stomach, imagined the soft, warm skin beneath that butter-colored tank. He leaned into her, breathed in her purely feminine scent. Nuzzled her neck just below her helmet.

The bike wobbled and he pulled back, laughing. Throwing caution to the wind, they wound through narrow back roads as he directed her across his grandfather’s land to his little place by the lake. His sanctuary. He didn’t often take anyone there.

As it came into view, she slowed. “Oh, Cash. This is incredible.”

It was, he thought. The moon hung low, glimmered in the lake. The stately pines that rimmed the far side reflected in the smooth-as-glass dark water. And his house, with its cedar siding and high-pitched cedar-shingled roof, looked like every man’s dream. He’d worried when his mother had insisted on planting those daisies flanking the porch and walk. But their white heads glistened in the moonlight and actually added to the place’s charm.

He cleared his throat. “I like it.”

She turned off her bike, and the two of them sat listening to the bullfrogs, the cicadas, the hoot of an owl off in the distance. His fingers itched to run along her moon-gilded arms and shoulders, and he found himself wishing he hadn’t suggested she change out of those little white shorts before hopping on the bike. His hands itched to tangle themselves in the mass of curls that tumbled free when she removed her helmet. Instead, he said, “Come on. Let me show you around.”

They left the helmets on the bike and walked across the yard to stand by the lake. Before they reached the water’s edge, Staubach came barreling toward them, whimpering and shaking with delight.

“I thought you were locked in the house, pal.” Cash snagged his collar, and the dog dropped to the ground.

Annie crouched beside him, and the dog wriggled loose from Cash and rolled onto his back. With a laugh, she gave in. “You like this, don’t you, you silly thing.”

“Nothing silly ’bout having a woman’s hands on you.”

Their eyes met in the pale light, and he had to remind himself to go slow. To resist the urge to join her on the grass. To fight the almost overwhelming need to put his own hands all over her.

“Up for another ride?” he asked impulsively, spotting the canoe he’d left tethered to his dock.

“Now?”

“Sure, why not?”

She grinned. “Why not?”

“You’re staying here, Staubach.”

The dog, happy to have his person home, sat on his haunches, tail wagging. Cash helped her in, then settled himself on the center bench. This time he was driving, by God. His paddle dipped almost silently into the water as they glided toward the middle of the lake. Overhead, stars winked, and the moon scattered soft light. Not a single cloud drifted by to mar the sky’s obsidian perfection.

Totally relaxed, she leaned back, dipping her hand in the cool water, letting her fingers trail as they slipped smoothly along.

“Look,” she whispered. Fireflies winked and darted across the water. Cash angled the paddle back into the canoe and leaned forward. His arm slid around Annie and drew her close. She yipped when the boat rocked.

“Shhh. It’s okay. You’re safe.”

Still, she held on to the sides. He pried her fingers loose and put her hands on his arms.

“Here. Hold on to me.”

Before she could protest, he lowered his mouth to hers. Annie’s grip tightened on his biceps. With a sigh, she leaned closer still, seeming unconcerned when the canoe listed, then righted itself. Her mouth opened, and she gave him everything. He changed the angle and deepened the kiss. Heart hammering in his chest, Cash finally broke the mind-staggering connection. “Annie—”

She shook her head, laid a finger over his lips. “Don’t say anything, Cash. Kiss me again.”

Lynnette Austin loves Starbucks, peppermint patties, and long rides with the top down and the music cranked up! One of the great things about writing is that daydreaming is not only permissible but encouraged. She grew up in Pennsylvania, moved to New York, then to Wyoming, and presently divides her time between Florida's beaches and Georgia's mountains. She's been a finalist in RWA's Golden Heart Contest, PASIC's Book of Your Heart Contest, and Georgia Romance Writers' Maggie Contest. Having grown up in a small town, that's where her heart takes her-to those quirky small towns where everybody knows everybody...and all their business, for better or worse.

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My Rating: ❤❤❤❤(4 Country Stars)

Somebody Like You is a romantic love story that will makes you fall in love with all things country and that includes hot cowboy, cowboy boots and of course country songs! It is your ultimate City meets Country kind of story.

First of all, I am fascinated by the city girl meets cowboy trope. I love how the author incorporated that brilliantly in the story with the city girl in question being a super rich heiress and never have to lift a hand to do house chores but now have to help at a ranch. I am curious on how the hero and heroine will be attracted towards each other and how they will manage to breach the huge gap between their two different lives in order to have their own happy ending.

Cash Hardeman or Cash is our hot and charming cowboy hero who is in a predicament where he have to get married by the age thirty or he would have to share his grandfather's ranch with his late grandfather's evil young widow. What I love about him is that he is really friendly towards the people at his neighborhood and I love his country way of speaking. He is all darlin' and honey even towards a mother-like figure and I when imagined him saying that with sexy southern accent, I'm pretty swooning like a madwoman. Despite all his good personality, he is quite a commitment phobic and have issue specifically towards marriage so I enjoyed his struggle to fight his explosive feelings towards Annie.

Our lovely heroine is Annelise Montjoy or Annie is the extremely wealthy heiress who travel to Maverick Junction with the sole mission to find a long lost relative who might have the chance to help cure her grandfather's disease. But she is also using that opportunity to ditch her bodyguards and enjoying her freedom while she is on that quest. She is very pretty like a cover-model pretty but she got some spunk in her personality. I love that even if she is extremely rich, she have a heart of gold where she genuinely care about the less fortunate people and even create a foundation for that. I also love how she truly loves her grandfather who have leukemia and willing go to the end of the world even with the slightest hope that could help him. But what I love the most is how she is with Cash and I enjoyed how her feelings gradually changed from being as friendly as a mama bear towards him to finally being in love with him. 

I had fun reading this book mostly because I love Cash and Annie as well as all the supporting characters like Dottie and all the gang in Maverick Junction. Their closeness in that community feels real and genuine and it makes me wants to be a part of them. I am totally recommending Somebody Like You to romance readers who is a fan of all things country and even if you don't, a certain hot cowboy will definitely swept you of your feet with this wonderful love story.

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Trusting Fate

by Tamra Lassiter 

Role of Fate Series, #5 

Publication Date: October 25, 2016 

Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance

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Vivienne Prescott is on the run from the life her grandmother wants to force her into—the right marriage, being seen in the right places with the right people. That life feels empty now that the rest of her family is gone. When the heiress finds herself in a small Virginia town, surrounded by the handsome, kind Brady and his warm and loving family, she wants to stay. Has fate given her the man with whom she can finally be herself? Brady Richardson can’t believe it when a lovely stranger crashes her motorcycle almost on the front steps of his busy restaurant. When she wants to stay and work there, he’s thrilled at the chance to get to know her. But who is the mysterious stranger tailing her, and why won’t Viv answer his questions about her life? He’s been burned before, and he’s not about to trust a woman who won’t give up her secrets.

About Tamra Lassiter

I live outside Washington, D.C. with my wonderfully supportive husband and two daughters, one of which is approaching her teenage years. Help us all! If that isn’t enough, we have a Great Dane and an English Bulldog to keep us on our toes. It’s crazy around here, and I love every minute of it! Writing is my third career. I didn’t set out to be a writer, it was just meant to be. My Mechanical Engineering degree from Virginia Tech prepared me well for my first career as an Engineer/Program Manager. My second career was in Human Resources. Long story, but I figured it out. I believe the best start for a writing career is to be a reader first, and I’ve been an avid reader my whole life. I’ve loved to read ever since I picked up my first Nancy Drew mystery in the fourth grade. Now, I love reading just about everything, but I don’t read sad books. I don’t watch sad movies either for that matter, no matter how many awards they’ve won. Life’s too short, and who needs all that strife to bring us down? Many of my words have been penned late into the evening, which explains why I’ve never viewed whatever television show you recommend to me. I would, however, love to hear your recommendations for a great read!

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Review: The Billionaire Next Door by Jessica Lemmon [With Giveaway]

Only a fool would give her heart to a billionaire player like Tag-

until suddenly the one man who can't be caught is the one flirting with forever . . .

THE BILLIONAIRE NEXT DOOR

Billionaire Bad Boys #2

Jessica Lemmon

Releasing Oct 25th, 2016

Forever

Can't Buy Me Love

It's Tag Crane's job to be the life of the party. Traveling from one exotic locale to another is just part of running the luxurious Crane Hotel empire. But even paradise isn't perfect. Devising a new business strategy is keeping Tag up at night-and so is the Great Dane barking at all hours in the apartment below his. To muzzle the problem, Tag charges downstairs . . . right into the most beautiful, blond distraction he's ever seen.

Dog-sitting by day, bartending by night. It's not exactly the life Rachel Foster dreamed of. But when Tag Crane rushes in, all mountain-man shoulders and obscenely sexy smile, needing her help for the Crane Hotels, it's a fantasy come true. What's the harm in a fun no-strings fling? Only a fool would give her heart to a billionaire player like Tag-until suddenly the one man who can't be caught is the one flirting with forever . . 

 EXCERPT

When she reached the door, she pulled her fingers through her blond hair, and decided her visitor had earned the penalty of seeing her sloppy hair, leftover makeup, and pale blue flannel pajamas with a polar bear and snowflake design.

She turned the knob and blinked, stunned.

Holy crap, there is a mountain man at my door.

She was faced with wide, round shoulders. A waterfall of caramel-brown, slightly wavy hair cascaded down his arms. He wore a closely trimmed beard, his mouth flat beneath it. One eyebrow was arched over the bluest eyes she’d ever seen.

“Hello,” she managed, before jerking her gaze from his assaulting blues to take in the fitted cream-colored sweater, a pair of gray cargo pants, and laced leather boots.

He was like a sexy city lumberjack.

“Hi.”

Oh. That voice. Deep, rich, and low enough that it registered in her belly.

When his eyes dashed away from her face and he smiled, her brain turned to mush. She couldn’t think of a thing to say. Not a single thing.

“There he is. Hey, buddy.” The giant knelt as Adonis meandered through the living room, pausing to do a downward-dog stretch in front of the man’s feet. The dog received a scrub on the head, and she was rewarded with more of her guest’s low voice. “You’re better today, yeah? Sleep okay?”

Meanwhile, Rachel gawked at the two of them. Her appearance was probably less put-together than the dog’s. She ran her fingers through her hair again, making it worse at this point, and straightened her pajama top futilely. There was no escaping that she looked as if she’d crawled out of bed after a late, late night.

The man stood. “Typically, Adonis has had his walk by now, but I didn’t see you at the elevator, so…”

She squinted one eye and finally her brain chugged into gear.

Oh. Oh.

Oliver had mentioned a dog walker, but Rachel had sworn he said he’d postponed the walks while she was staying here. But since he was here, he may as well take Adonis. She wasn’t anywhere near ready to go for a stroll in the snow.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” She went to where the leash was hanging—on a hook inside the pantry—retrieved it, and chased Adonis for a few irritating seconds while he turned in circles in excitement. “I took him out at three in the morning, so I’m not sure if he’ll have to…you know.” Dog clipped, she handed the leash to the ridiculously good-looking man at her door. “Do you bring your own poop bags? Or do you…” The man was looking at her like she’d sprouted a third eye, so she swept the topic away with one hand. “You know what? I’ll just grab one.”

She shot him a tight smile, went back to the pantry, and returned with a bag made for Adonis’s business. She offered it to the guy, who was holding tight to Adonis’s leash while the pooch lunged for the elevator. The man didn’t budge, despite the dog’s strength.

“Where’s Oliver?” he asked.

She frowned as she crinkled the plastic bag against her body. “You mean he didn’t tell you? He’s on a business trip. I’m housesitting.”

“You his niece?” he asked after running a long gaze down then up to her face again.

She laughed. “No, not at all. He’s one of my regulars. Odd, right? But we hit it off and he likes me, so…”

The man’s frown deepened, those gorgeous eyes darkening to stormy blue. “I’m not the dog walker.” He offered the leash but Adonis stayed in the hallway rather than coming back inside. “I’m an upstairs neighbor.”

“Oh. Oh my God! I’m so sorry!” Rachel took the leash and wrestled with Adonis, who was much, much stronger than she. He knew it. The dog spread his feet wide and stood his ground on the carpeted floor.

“I suggest you find a way to keep him quiet at night while you’re out. I work from home and I can’t listen to him bark for hours.”

Hours?

“If I were anyone else, a noise complaint would be in your future. Oliver follows the rules. He wouldn’t like knowing you’re breaking a big one.” That low voice had dropped lower, the reprimand having the dual result of both pissing her off and making her feel a little tingly.

God. I need more sleep.

“No need to be rude,” she snapped. He blinked, surprised. Probably not used to being put in his place.

Look at him. He’s a wall. Who would stand up to him?

Then she remembered his kind smile, the way his hands rubbed Adonis’s flank with rugged gentleness. A shiver climbed her spine at the same time Adonis jerked hard on the leash.

She expelled a dainty “oh!” and lunged forward at the same time the man in the doorway caught the leash in one hand and her against him. Rachel found every part of her from thighs to breasts plastered to the giant’s body. Her palms flattened over two hard pectoral muscles hidden beneath the sweater, her legs bumping his legs, which felt as solid as two marble columns. She tilted her head, met those aqua blue eyes and…and…remembered she hadn’t brushed her teeth yet.

She shoved off his rock-hard stomach, slapping a palm over her mouth. Then she gave a hard tug to Adonis’s leash, who turned with a sigh and paced back inside. Once he was clear of the door, she sent the hard-bodied hunk at the threshold a glare and slammed the door in his face.

Adonis yipped his disappointment at losing the chance to go outside.

“You’ll have to take him out now!” came a shout through the door. “Don’t blue-ball the poor guy after taking him halfway.”

Adonis wagged his tail so hard, he nearly took out a lamp. The hulk at the door was right. There was no way she could turn down the Dane’s pale eyes and smiling pink mouth, perked pointy ears, and lolling tongue.

“Fine,” she growled and stomped for the bedroom. She snatched up her boots and hastily picked out her clothes, feeling both tired and cranky. Yet as she tugged on her coat, she found her mouth curving into a half-smile.

Blue balls.

Who was that guy?

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A former job-hopper, Jessica Lemmon resides in Ohio with her husband and rescue dog. She holds a degree in graphic design currently gathering dust in an impressive frame. When she’s not writing super-sexy heroes, she can be found cooking, drawing, drinking coffee (okay, wine), and eating potato chips. She firmly believes God gifts us with talents for a purpose, and with His help, you can create the life you want.

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Pre-Made Tasty Q&A

Jessica Lemmon on The Billionaire Next Door

1.      A la Twitter style, please describe your book in 140 characters or less.

An alpha billionaire playboy becomes hopelessly intrigued by his downstairs neighbor… but none of his typical moves are working.

2.      Where did the inspiration for this book come from?

 Tag Crane was directly inspired by Brock O’Hurn. When I stumbled upon his Instagram feed, I was hopelessly intrigued. I knew I had to come up with a story about a long-haired, hulk-like, bearded, kind, and fun man. The Brock of my imagination was my muse. He even earned an acknowledgement mention! If you’d like to browse my Pinterest board for this book, you can find it here. [https://www.pinterest.com/lemmony/the-billionaire-next-door/]

3.      Are there certain characters you would like to go back to, or is there a theme or idea you’d love to work with?

I love my billionaires, but I’d absolutely love to go back to Evergreen Cove and write some more bad boy books. I receive questions about Evan and Charlie, Sofie’s sisters, Officer Brady Hutchins, and Asher’s ragtag misfit band all the time. I miss the whole gang!

4.      Do you have any advice to give to aspiring writers?

Write and keep writing. It’s generic, but nonetheless true. I dedicate a portion of my website to a section I call “So You Wanna Write” and keep it stocked with tips, links to the blog I wrote while working toward becoming published, videos, and craft book recommendations. If you’d like to stop by and see it, you can click here to visit. [http://www.jessicalemmon.com/soyouwanna/]

5.      Is there anything that you would like to say to your readers and fans?

THANK YOU. Thank you, thank you, thank you! Because of you, I get to do what I love, which is let my imagination run wild. You allow me to entertain you and be funny, but also pull your heartstrings and make you cry. You gift me your time, and on this earth—in this life, there is nothing more precious than that commodity.

REVIEW

My Rating: ❤❤❤❤(4 Dimples Stars)

The Billionaire Next Door is a fabulous read that will make you keeps turning the pages till the very last words. I mean, an irresistible Thor-alike Billionaire meets an adorable bartender with marketing background? Counts me in!

I have always love Billionaire tropes because it is nice to imagined people that seems larger than life falls in love stupidly like the rest of us did and additionally it is such a great escapism. I particularly like how this story started with Rachel being a house sitter and dog carer at a luxurious hotel and accidentally met the Billionaire neighbor.

I really like how the author portrayed the sexy hero in this book. Taggart Crane or Tag is a billionaire in hotel industry and he looks obscenely hot with his Thor/Viking alike physique, his ridiculously attractive long hair and he pretty much looks like a city lumberjack. Aside from his dashing looks, I love the way he is with Rachel, the way he respects her and I feels that his feeling toward he her is superbly believable. I am also liking how strong his relationship is with his family especially towards his brothers.

Rachel Foster or Rachel is an adorable heroine and I really like her character. She is a bartender but at the same time she is temporarily house sitting and taking care of the owner's dog. The fact that she used to be in a corporate marketing intrigued me and I love that she is very talented and passionate in that field. I am also digging the way she seems to guard her feelings due to her past relationship and I enjoyed 'watching' Tag helps her deal with her issues. 

All in all, I really enjoyed reading this book because it is super duper awesome and I really love the romance between Tag and Rachel. I am definitely recommending The Billionaire Next Door to romance lovers who would love to devour a wonderful literary work that is really engaging and captivating.  

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