Rushing In by Lexi Ryan




Title: Rushing In
Series: The Blackhawk Boys #2 
Author: Lexi Ryan
Genre: New Adult
 Release Date: August 30, 2016

The favor seemed simple: Keep my new stepsister out of trouble for one summer.

I’ve never met Grace Lee, but Mom tells me she’s a quiet and artsy college student with a troubled past. When I agreed to let her stay with me, I thought it was no big deal. I expected to share my apartment with a sullen girl who’d spend hours locked in her room.

I didn’t expect a walking fantasy determined to make me lose my cool.

I didn’t expect a woman with secrets so dark, so deep, I’d throw away everything if it would save her from the past.

Rushing in to do this favor is turning my life upside down—and not just because Grace needs her ass spanked. Keep her out of trouble? Grace is the trouble. And I want in.


My Review

I love Lexi Ryan, have since the very first book of hers that I read and began my virtual stalking of her. She hasn’t penned a book that I have not loved. I am on a sports buzz at the moment so it really suited me that she is writing books where they characters play football (American Football, not soccer for my friends on this side of the pond).

Spinning out was great, like really great but wow, Rushing In is even better again. Now this could be because we have become acquainted withe the characters and have gotten to know them so the whole thing seems more familiar – or it could just be better.

I was waiting for Chris’ story. I knew when reading Spinning out that I was going to love Chris. You just know when you know – right? He is a good guy. He loves his friends and would do anything for them. He sees the things other people are too busy to see and he does his best to calm and soothe. You can just tell he is going to be the best boyfriend. Damn but if only he was real!

Grace is great as well. She is funky and feisty and not only as a cover for the things that are eating her up inside. She is funny and made me laugh several times with her quick come backs and one liners. She is the girl with the confidence that you wish you had. Though really things aren’t all that easy for her.

There is an intensity to this book. I mean, it wouldn’t be a Lexi Ryan book if there wasn’t and intense smolder there. It is what we have come to expect and not only did this book not disappoint, it turned up the levels. At times when I was reading I swear my insides were trying to eat their way out. Ya I know thats gross but it is what it is. When you read it, you will know exactly what I am talking about!


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Rushing In Excerpt © 2016 by Lexi RyanChris arches a brow and skims his gaze over my body—correction, my dress and Chucks. “You’re gonna go hiking in that?”

I shrug. “It’s not like it’s full-length and gonna get tangled around my legs or anything.”

His gaze drifts down my body again, this time landing on the thigh visible beneath the hem of my dress. “It’s certainly not,” he mumbles, and the way he says it has my cheeks burning and me reaching for my water.

So damn thirsty.

We finish packing up our lunch together, and after we put the cooler back in the car, I grab the park pamphlet out of the front seat. “Come on,” I say, nodding in the direction of the outlook. “It’s my turn to be in charge.”

The park is beautiful, but as soon as we enter the woods and I see the overlook, my breath catches. From here, we have a view of the ravine below and the creek rushing through the bottom. Mossy rock faces make up the ravine walls, and trees protrude from them. It’s possibly the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

I head past the overlook and take the stairs down into the ravine. It’s shady back here and feels ten degrees cooler than our picnic table in the sun.

At the bottom of the stairs, the trail splits in three directions, and when I follow the sign with the three, Chris puts his hand on my arm. “Hey, this one has ladders.”

I arch a brow and drop my gaze to my shoes. “I can handle it.”

Something passes over his face I don’t understand, and then he sighs and nods. “Okay, but I’m climbing the ladders behind you. If any creep is going to be looking up your dress today, it’s gonna be me.”

My cheeks heat, and my brain instantly diagrams his words and starts analyzing the nuance of each. Just comedy or more? Stupid brain. “Fair enough.”

He mutters something that sounds like “Dreams really do come true,” but I can’t be sure.

The trail leads down into the ravine and along the creek bed. It’s so much cooler down here, and I love the sound of the creek rock crunching under my feet as we walk along.

By the time we come upon the first ladder, there’s no one else around.

“Ladies first,” he says, gesturing toward the ladder.

“Pervert,” I mutter, but I move forward and begin my climb. The rungs are coated in mud, and when I’m halfway up, one foot slips and suddenly Chris’s hands are there, holding me steady, his hands strong and warm against the backs of my legs.

My breath catches, and I force myself to breathe and find my footing. The feel of his hands against my skin causes something to swirl hot and tight low in my belly.

“Are you okay?” he asks, his voice as thick as the forest beyond the trail.

I’m not okay. I’m afraid to move. Afraid not to move. Trapped by a fear that has nothing to do with a slippery ladder and everything to do with falling.

Then, slowly, his thumbs begin to slide over my skin. His hands inch up my thighs until his fingertips skim the bottom edge of my underwear and slip under to trace the bottom curve of my ass.

I cannot breathe.

I force myself to turn my head and look down at him. His jaw is set tight, a picture of self-control, but when his eyes meet mine, his face relaxes and he shoots me a boyish grin. I attempt my best poker face. “Are you copping a feel, Christopher Montgomery?”

His grin goes wide, putting his dimples on full display. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he says, his Southern accent drawing out his words. “I’m just trying to perform a necessary rescue mission.”

“Do I look like I need rescuing?” I ask. Under the lace edge of my panties, his thumb strokes again, a long, slow motion that makes me want to close my eyes and moan. I resist and hold his gaze.

“Who said you’re the one I’m rescuing? Maybe I’m trying to save myself.” He drops his hands and grabs a hold of the sides of the ladder, then he climbs up behind me so his body is pressed against mine, my back to his front. His mouth hovers above my ear, his breath hot and uneven. “Because I swear if I have to go much longer without touching you, I’m going to implode.”

His lips skim my earlobe, and my eyes float closed. My brain has no room for sight when it’s overloaded with sensations. His lips on my ear. His hard chest against my back. His breath against my neck. “I need to know, Grace.”

I open my eyes and swallow hard. I don’t want to talk. Not right now. I’m too afraid I’ll ruin this moment with my choppy stutter. “What?”

“I need to know . . .” He leans his forehead against my shoulder, and I watch his knuckles turn white as he tightens his grip on the side of the ladder.

On the ground beneath us, someone clears his throat. “You two heading up or down?”

Chris mutters a curse and takes a step down so I have the freedom to move. I scramble up the ladder with him behind me. When we reach the top, I can’t look at him.

“Sorry about that,” he calls to the people below, then he grabs my wrist and pulls me off to the right toward a rocky alcove just off the trail. A wooden sign tells me this is “The Devil’s Ice Box,” and beyond the sign, a thin waterfall drizzles into a pool of crystal-clear water. Chris leads the way, following the rocky edge around to the backside of this semi-secluded space and stopping by the waterfall. I pass him, feigning interest in the rocks and water so I don’t have to meet his eyes. There’s a cavern behind the waterfall, a haven from the falling water.

“I have to know,” Chris says, his words nearly drowned out by the falling water. “Is it just me? Everything I feel when you’re close to me? Tell me you feel it too.”


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Review – A Beautiful Funeral by Jamie McGuire





Four years ago, like so many other people, I developed a renewed interest in reading. Life had gotten in the way and I just didn’t have time anymore. I also discovered the ebook. Something which had previously turned my nose up at. Oh, if only I had known the hours of pleasure ahead of me at the hands of an ereader.


I had just finished the FSoG trilogy and came across a blog with an article which was giving a list of what to read after 50 shades. I read many of those books and became a fan of so many new authors and an all new genre of books for me, New Adult.


One of the very first books I read from this list was Beautiful Disaster by Jamie McGuire . I had just gotten my very first book boyfriend in Travis Maddox.  I absolutely fell in love with this book and it is one I reread often, and I don’t generally do rereads.  From here I followed all of the Maddox brothers just as soon as they came available to me.  I loved all the boys but Travis was always special to me and Thomas held a spot too.


After reading the very last Maddox brother book I couldn’t believe that was it. Jamie McGuire had done it, she had taken these boys and gave them all life and now here we are with A Beautiful Funeral – wondering which of the Maddox clan she was going to take that life away from.


I started reading ABF and I didn’t know whether to be excited or apprehensive. I had butterflies in my tummy and I felt sick with worry all at the same time. Thinking there has to be some kind of play on this. She wouldn’t REALLY kill off someone, would she? Well I am not going to tell you what happens. Where is the fun in that? You will just have to read the book and find out for yourself. You can order from Amazon US or Amazon UK – you won’t be disappointed.


Now where was I, Oh yea. OK so I dived in with abandon. It was so good to catch up with all my old friends, their wives, America and Shep and all of the children, and let us not forget Dad. I think Jim maddox has a special place in all of our hearts.  I read with a smile on my face, well until there wasn’t. My smile was replaced with tears and I read and watched in my imagination as the Maddox family fell apart and were put through the rigner. Heartbreak, lies – or secrets for the families own good depending on who you ask, grief and confusion were only a few of the emotions swirling through the story. These emotions weren’t only in black ink in front of my eyes but I could feel them swirling in the pit of my stomach. There was still a lot of the book left and how the hell was I going to cope!


That’s the trouble of getting mixed up with the mafiam- when they have revenge on mind they are going to keep going til they get it. You can take out the top man but there will always be someone else there to take their place. The Maddox clan are in danger and nothing is settled until sacrifices are made and maddox blood has been spilled, and spilled it was.


What can I say. This book broke my bloody heart. I shed a few tears here and there and then, well then I sobbed my heart out as we said goodbye to someone from one of our very very favourite book families. It did however bring the story to its end and what better way to say goodbye to an old friend.


The Things I Should Have Told you by Carmel Harrington




Poignant yet immensely heartwarming.

Oh wow, where do I even begin with this one. Do you remember way back when, in the very beginning, just who it was that gently persuaded me (pushed me into 😉 ) starting this blog? Yep that’s right, it was no other than Carmel Harrington. She had self published Beyond Grace’s Rainbow and she was my first review and my very first author interview. Mmmm we should really see what we can do about getting a follow-up one of those, do you think she would oblige?

Anyway BGR as we affectionately call it was self published by Carmel back in 2012 and she has come a long way since then but if you want to know about all of that you can look back through my archives or on Carmel’s own Website.

There is something very special about following an author from the very beginning and reading their books in the order in which they are released. With every book you can see the author grow and the writing style develop and mature. I loved Carmel’s first book and the other two after it but this book, oh this book, is on another level entirely.  If I had to sum it up I would say it is a cross between Cecelia Ahern’s P.S I Love You and anything Sheila O’ Flannagan. The story flowed so naturally and at the perfect pace. At no time did I feel like I wanted a particular scene to be over or for the story to move on. It was fluid, and so extremely well told.

Map for The Things I Should Have Told You

Setting a book on a road trip is no easy feat, the research involved must have been overwhelming but it was certainly comprehensive. The detail used to describe each area was immense and made for a spectacular visual, adding to the beauty of reading.

I don’t often read a paperback, preferring instead to immerse myself in my kindle. There was nothing however going to keep me from reading this one. Right from the very beginning I was hooked, I literally could not put it down. I could tell right then that my emotions were going to be put to the test. I should have expected that really, it wouldn’t be the first time that a book by Carmel has broken me! It was funny too though. All the characters had their moments and gave me a giggle but the little boy Jamie just stole my heart and pops wasn’t far behind him!

I laughed and I cried, then I cried some more. That is how i spent my bank holiday weekend. Curled up reading a book and shutting the rest of the world out. There was food in the fridge – no one was going to starve. So as I lay on my bed today and finished this amazing book, balled up tissues in the bin beside me I felt like I had travelled Europe and had been through the mill along with the Guinness family and came out the other end a happier stronger version of myself. Why? Because while this book will make you laugh and  will definitely make you shed a tear it was also provoke many thoughts about how you can live your best life!


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Carmel Harrington



Carmel Harrington is a bestselling & award winning Irish author from Co. Wexford, published with Harper CollinsUK. Like Maeve Binchy, Carmel writes with incredible compassion and warmth about characters so authentic, they could be sitting right beside you. Her page-turning novels are to be published worldwide, translated into eight different languages and are regular chart-toppers.

The Things I Should Have Told You, her fourth novel, will be published 8th September 2016.

Carmel is the Chairperson of Wexford Literary Festival. She is a panelist on TV3’s Midday Show, a book reviewer for South East Radio and writes feature articles for The Irish Independent & many other newspapers and magazines. A popular keynote speaker she has given talks in Ireland, UK & USA.

Carmel lives with her husband Roger and two children, Amelia and Nate, in Co. Wexford, Ireland, where she credits the rural idyll as a constant source of inspiration for her stories.

Her other bestsellers include Every Time A Bell Rings, The Life You Left and Kindle Book of The Year & Romantic eBook of the Year, Beyond Grace’s Rainbow.
Carmel is represented by Tracy Brennan. Follow Carmel on Twitter @HappyMrsH, or become friends with Carmel on Facebook/happymrsh.
For more information on Carmel, visit