The Failing Hours by Sara Ney

Title: How To Date A Douchebag: The Failing Hours
Author: Sara Ney
Genre: New Adult, Sports Romance, College Romance

Release Date: January 31, 2017


Zeke Daniels isn’t just a douchebag; he’s an asshole. 

A total and complete jerk, Zeke keeps people at a distance. He has no interest in relationships—most assholes don’t. 

Dating? Being part of a couple? Nope. Not for him.
He’s never given any thought to what he wants in a girlfriend, because he’s never had any intention of having one. 

Shit, he barely has a relationship with his family, and they’re related; his own friends don’t even like him. 
So why does he keep thinking about Violet DeLuca? 
Sweet, quiet Violet—his opposite in every sense of the word.

The light to his dark, even her damn name sounds like rays of sunshine and happiness and shit.

And that pisses him off, too.

What I thought

Ok, so, a girl has to be honest when it comes to doing reviews. Anyone that knows me or reads this blog with any kind of consistency knows that I don’t do well with ‘funny’. Sarcasm – i’m really good with but funny books are altogether different. M.E Carter (if you havne’t read her books then you really should) introduced me to Sara Ney. I have to say I was a but apprehensive but when an author I trust sends me in the direction of another I take note. So a couple of months ago I read How To Date a Douchebag and I absolutely loved it. When I had the opportunity for an early read of #2 The Failing Hours, well that was a no brainer.

When I started reading it I was a little concerned, the very beginning was very familiar. It was similar to the first book. Thank God though I was worried for nothing. The Failing Hours was a really enjoyable read and absolutely on its own merits. It made me laugh several times because while i’m not good with funny books i felt that it all flowed so naturally. Sara Ney nailed it and it didn’t come across as trying too hard. Of course then it had depth that wasn’t necessarily expected. Zeke is a bit of an onion – peel back a layer and there is another one, be careful too because he may well make your eyes water too! And Violet – let us not forget her. Such a strong powerful woman. She has been through more than anyone should at her age. Just the perfect person to sort out our favourite douchebag.  

SO in all, I loved it. I flew through reading it because it was just such an addictive read. I was wondering just what he was going to do to self sabotage himself and how the hell he was going to fix it. Just like car crash TV, I couldn’t look away! I cant wait to hear what you think of it!

Best Read of 2017! A one click must for any lover of hot, sexy romance done RIGHT ! [This] story is the quintessential slow burn effect…Zeke will come to own your body and soul–I am OBSESSED with this series and The Failing Hours has just shot to my ‘Best of All Time’ list. Be prepared to fall in love with a douche bag and the woman who sets him straight. ” – Books and Boys Book Blog
“That was EVERYTHING I expected, wanted, dreamed of. . . this is a MUST FREAKING READ. UNFORGETTABLE goodness. NA romance at it’s best.”  – Angie’s Dreamy Reads
“Sara Ney has delivered a sexy, jerkwad douchebag with soul-deep feelings and the sweet, kind, unassuming girl to reach his hidden heart in one of the best NA romantic comedies I’ve ever had the pleasure of reading. Ney’s impeccable writing, fresh characters, and feel-good story will stick with you forever.” – Bestselling Author Staci Hart
“I took so much pleasure in Zeke’s looming destruction (insert evil laugh)….” – The Reading Belles

The clock on the wall counts the seconds, steady as the rhythm of my beating heart, which thumps wildly within my chest until the glass door to the library opens, propelled by a gust of wind.


Some new fallen leaves flutter in, the heavy doors slamming from the draft.


Along with them? Zeke Daniels.


He shuffles in, dark gray sweatpants hanging low on his hips, black Iowa Wrestling hoodie pulled up over his head, the university’s bright yellow mascot screen-printed across the chest. Backpack slung over one shoulder, black athletic flip-flops, and a pair of black sunglasses perched on the bridge of his strong nose complete the overall ensemble.

He is utterly…ridiculous. 


Unapproachable. 


Daunting.


His arrogance knows no bounds; I can see it in his loose gait, the exaggerated swagger, and the too-casual way he’s dragging his flip-flops across the cold, marble tile floor. It’s noisy, irritating, and completely uncalled for. 


In the moment, my mind drifts to his personal life, and I theorize that he listens to heavy metal music to sooth his foul temperament, drinks his coffee black—as black as his soul—and his liquor straight up. I imagine once he’s had sex with someone, they’re never invited back. I go one step further and theorize that they’re never invited to spend the night at his place, either.


Zeke Daniels makes his way to a table at the far end of the room, near the periodicals, one out of the way with plenty of privacy.


Sets his bag down in one of the four wooden chairs. Flicks on the small study lamp. Plugs his laptop cord into the base and stands. 


Turns.


Our eyes would have met then were it not for those ludicrous sunglasses. I choose the exact moment he lifts his gaze to look down at the ground. Busy myself with shuffling papers on the counter. Count to ten instead of chanting, Please don’t come over, please don’t come over, please don’t come over…


But luck isn’t on my side because he most decidedly does. 


Makes his way over like a predator at a pace so deliberate, I’m convinced he’s doing it on purpose. As if he suspects I’m watching from under my long lashes, dreading his imminent arrival.


He basks in my discomfort.


The distance between us closes, his strides purposeful.


Twenty feet.


Fifteen.


Ten.


Eight.


Three.


His large hand reaches up, pushing down the hood of his sweatshirt, his fingertips pinching the earpiece of his sunglasses and pulling them off his face. My eyes follow the movements as he folds them closed, hanging them on the neckline of his hoodie. 


His gaze lingers—those clear gray eyes famous around campus—and finds the shiny silver bellhop bell perched on the counter with the sign next to it that reads, Ring for help.


Ding. 


The tip of his forefinger presses down on the small bell.


Ding.


He hits it again, despite me standing not three feet in front of him.


What an ass.
Purveyor of all things witty & romantic, I love: iced latte’s, traveling, and bright, bold colors. On any given day, you can find me in my office, lovingly gazing at my bookshelf or shuffling my Bic felt-tip pen collection. I love hand writing letters, and sarcasm. 


I live in the midwest, but “Will Write for Travel,” and believe everyone should follow their dreams, no matter how big or small. My favorite authors include Cindy Miles, S Walden, Suzanne Enoch, Tessa Dare (to name a few). I am a glutton for Historical, RomCom, Sports and MC romance.


One husband. Two daughters. Plenty of chaos.

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Son of A Beard by Lani Lynn Vale…. What a cover :o


Title: Son of a Beard
Series: The Dixie Wardens Rejects MC #3
Author: Lani Lynn Vale
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: April 27, 2017
Photographer: Golden at FuriousFotog
Cover Model: Tank Joey


  

Truth Alan Reacher was a biker. He was a bladesmith. What he was not, was a fool.

The moment he walked in on his girl screwing his cousin on his bike, he does the only thing he can do.

He ditches the bike seat—and the girl—riding right out of her life without a backwards glance.

That is until he’s forced to attend the marriage of his cousin to his cheating ex-girlfriend. The only bright spot of the entire thing was watching some chick go off on the groom—the groom’s ex-fiancé—right in the middle of the bouquet toss.

***

Verity Ruthann Cassidy was supposed to be here today attending this wedding as the bride, not watching the festivities as a guest from the chairs she’d painstakingly purchased covers for while her fiancé—now her ex-fiancé—screwed around on her with another woman.

The icing on the wedding cake that she refuses to eat? She’s forced to attend the wedding due to her mother being the wedding planner.

However, the night doesn’t turn out quite the way she expects it due to the hot-as-hell biker sitting in the chair directly beside her. The man gave one hell of a speech during the reception that sounded like something that could have come straight out of her own mouth, and she enjoyed every single second of it.

***

Thrown together under similarly lousy circumstances, the two newly single jilted former lovers of the happy couple decide to go to Vegas on what was to be Verity’s honeymoon trip.

One thing leads to another, and the next thing they know, their night has gone from a celebration of being single to a marriage—to each other.

Verity and Truth now have to figure out if everything that happens in Vegas should stay in Vegas.



I’m a married mother of three. My kids are all under 5, so I can assure you that they are a handful. I’ve been with my paramedic husband now for ten years, and we’ve produced three offspring that are nothing like us. I live in the greatest state in the world, Texas.


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Start Over by J. Saman is LIVE!!

Title: Start Over: A Novel
Series: A Start Again Novel
Author: J. Saman
Genre: Contemporary Romance Stand Alone
Release Date: January 30, 2017

“This book captured my heart and just wouldn’t let go.” – 5 star Goodreads Review

“From the opening chapter, this book had me hooked.” – 5 star Goodreads Review

“Wonderfully written, thoroughly engaging and completely romantic, sometimes love rocks you when you least expect it!” – 5 Star Tome and Tender Book Blog Review

“I can’t explain how much this couple sizzles…like, totally hot!” – 5 Star Review from Author D.C Triana


I like to play by the rules. But when I get coaxed into crashing a party, I run into the last man I ever thought I’d see again, my one and only one-night stand, Luke Walker. It’s been ten years since we’ve seen each other, but our chemistry is just as palpable as it was that night so long ago. Only problem is, I’m leaving in one month for a pediatric fellowship across the country.
I like to keep everything close to my chest. But when I see Ivy Green again, the woman I was never able to get out of my mind, I want her. It doesn’t matter that my dark past and dangerous present mean I can’t keep her. That my secrets would destroy any shot at a real future. After all, she’s leaving in a month. What’s the worst that could happen?

I was half joking last night at the idea of no-strings sex. I know it’s not possible. 

She’s an all or nothing girl. I knew that the moment she spoke to me that first time, which is why I chose nothing all those years back. I had to. My life was too uncertain and I was not about to drag her into that with me. 


And now the game maybe different, but I’m still a key player in it. 


Yet, I’m so oddly drawn to this breathtaking creature that my thoughts are consumed by her. I’ve never wanted to be connected to another human the way I find myself wanting to be connected to her.


“I was hurt when I woke up and you were gone.” Her quiet words jolt me out of my thoughts and her admission stuns me into silence. “But I figured that’s what happens after a one-night stand and I should just get over it and remember it for what it was. So I dated other blokes and I went on to medical school and all was great—until Jason of course. I did think about you from time to time.” I squeeze her hand and she squeezes back. I can’t stop myself from smiling at her, but I don’t offer anything more because I can tell she’s not done. “I placed as a resident in the hospital here, followed by my fellowship, and that’s what I’ve been doing ever since.”


Ivy turns to look at me and that one simple expression says she gave everything we discussed last night a tremendous amount of thought. 


“I’ve worked unbelievably hard, Luke. Four years of medical school. Three years of residency, two of my regular fellowship and now a certificate fellowship that I’ve been dreaming about for these nine years—for most of my life. It’s my goal. The end game of my education that will lead me to the position I want. That’s how it works and I can’t let anything get in the way of that.”


She pauses, sitting there holding my hand and watching me intently.


I angle my body to face hers, abandoning her hand in favor of her face, which I hold like it’s the most precious thing in the world. 


“I’d never mess with that. Never in a million years. I think you know that, otherwise you wouldn’t be sitting here with me now. I realize I’m screwed up. That I send mixed messages and do everything with you backwards. But I want to change that. I do. I tried to tell you last night. I just want to spend some time with you. That’s all. Nothing more.”


Ivy nods her head and I release her face, taking her hand again, but whether she understands me or not is something else entirely. 


“So, friends?”


“Yup. Friends.” 


We fall silent again, sitting out here in the freezing cold, watching our breath vaporize into the morning air.


“I’m sorry I left you that morning. It was a chicken-shit thing to do and even though I think we both know why I did it, it doesn’t excuse my actions.”


She shrugs a shoulder. “It is what it is and it’s fine. Thank you for the apology and it is accepted.”


“Awesome. Can we go inside now? I’m freezing my balls off.” 


“Wouldn’t want that, would we?” 


She moves to stand up, but before she can get very far, I jerk her back down. 


I lower my lips to hers because they’re right there and I’ve wanted to kiss her since I heard that melodic voice in the dark two days ago. 


Fuck friends. I’ve dreamt of this girl for a decade.


I kiss her lightly at first, rediscovering her flavor. The cinnamon and vanilla sweetness is still as intoxicating as it was the first time I pressed my lips to hers. Our soft languid kiss quickly morphs into something fueled by years of pent-up frustration. 


That and I’m desperate and terrified that she’s going to push me away any second, so I’m kissing her like it counts. Like I’m fighting the damn clock, because in a way, I am.


But she doesn’t push me away, so I take her lower lip into my mouth, sucking it just a little to get a deeper taste. My memory of her mouth has not done it justice. It’s infinitely better. Warm and soft, and so goddamn sweet. 


Parting her lips, my tongue sweeps against hers, a groan escaping from the back of my throat. Her mouth conforms to mine, allowing me to lead us. We’re at the precipice here. One small shove and we’ll be tumbling into an inescapable abyss. 


Amazing what one kiss can lead to.

Author J. Saman lives in New England with her husband and three daughters. When she’s not writing romance and looking after her busy family, she works as a nurse practitioner. J. is a lover of picking at old wounds and second chance romances. She likes strong female leads and sexy alpha men with a sweet side. 

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Heathered Country by GM Scherbert – Check out this cover!!

Title: Heathered Country

Series: Devil’s Iron MC #6

Author: GM Scherbert

Genre: MC Romance

Release Date: February 25, 2017

 

 

 

 

Heather

When I got pregnant with Sophie, I worried our lives would never get better. We spent years on the run from the man that swore he’d take her from me.

When I met Country, for the first time in years I felt true fear. I knew my heart and soul were in trouble and I wasn’t sure if I could trust myself, especially with this man. 

Country was kind and laid back but that was part of the problem. What if the kind of love I needed was something he could never give me?

Country

My life was easy now after moving to Chicago from Texas. Predictable. 

When I met my spitfire, that all changed. I couldn’t wrap my head around my feelings for her, but my cock wasn’t confused one bit. I wanted her. Her every want and every desire were mine for the taking.

I was willing to do whatever it took to have her, even if what she needed was something I never thought I could do to someone, especially a woman. 

But, for her, I’ll find a way.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

GM Scherbert was born on a brisk late April morning and grew up in a small town in the Midwest but, quickly decided that was not the life for her. She quickly moved away for college and thought better of returning to that small town on a long term basis. City living is defiantly the life for her…

GMs day job working with people on the Autism spectrum keeps her on the go most of the time. That is when her three small daughters and husband are not pulling her in different directions.

Gm is the kind of gal who is quirky, unique, smutty, crazy, hard to hate, harder to love. She has taken her love for telling stories to the next level by putting her hat in the romance writing game. 

If you are interested in romance with twists and some darker themes Author GM Scherbert will be right up your alley.

 

 

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Screwmates by Kayti McGee, Available now

 

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Screwmates, an all-new standalone, laugh out loud romantic comedy from Kayti McGee is now LIVE!

I knew from the first time I saw Marc Kirby that I was screwed.

Big eyes, scruffy face, brown curls – yes, yes, and yes. The man is wicked hot.

He’s also my roommate, and since I work nights and he’s at class all day – it’s like living alone at half the rent.

Then an unexpected night off turns into an unexpected morning in Marc’s bed, but it turns out we can’t even figure out the screwing.

This is not great news for Marc who’s going on a “bangcation” at the end of the summer – a whole month in France that he’s planned to spend getting busy with the women of Paris.

It’s also not great news for me for obvious reasons.

With both of us needing work on our skills, there’s only one logical solution to our predicament.

Told you I was screwed.

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About the Author:

Kayti is a diehard Kansas City girl (go Royals!). When she isn’t writing, she’s making up recipes to go with her favorite books. Her other favorite things include travel, geocaching, and all things Whovian. Kayti is a proud member of Mensa, but only joined to have something to put in her bio.

Connect with the Author:

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Abbi Glines- Like a Memory Cover Reveal @abbiglines

LIKE A MEMORY
By Abbi Glines
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One memory. 
One special summer. 
The one thing Bliss York had lost herself in when the fear and sickness were too much, moments never to be damaged by the harsh reality that followed… until now. 
 
Bliss York didn’t live a normal teenage life. She didn’t go to Friday night football games, walk the halls with her friends every day, go to her prom or even walk to receive her diploma. It had all been taken from her the fall that she was fifteen years old and she was given the diagnosis no one ever wants to hear. 
 
She had leukemia. 
 
Seven years after spending a summer with a girl who he knew would always be his first love and the one who got away, Nate Finlay returns to Sea Breeze to help his fiancé open her new boutique clothing store. When the new employee walks in Nate is taken back seven years to the girl he thought he’d love forever. The one who never answered his calls or returned his text. The one who shut him out completely with not even a goodbye and broke his heart. 
 
They’ve each become someone different. No longer the young teens with stars in their eyes. But does that matter when your heart still says that’s the one.
 
 
Release date: February 14, 2017
The beginning of a new series: where Sea Breeze meets Rosemary Beach. 
 
Note from Abbi:
Happy New Year! In 2017 I will go back to self-publishing my new adult and adult romance titles. E-book prices will once again be $3.99 and I will be able to put out more than a couple books a year. My teen fiction will remain with Simon Pulse (Field Party Series) and Feiwel and Friends (AS SHE FADES in 2018) 
Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy the “grown up” kids from Rosemary Beach and Sea Breeze. 
 
 
FIRST TEASER from LIKE A MEMORY:
The door to Octavia’s swung open and out stepped a tower of boxes. I stopped, because the tower was tipping towards me, and just before it crashed I spoke.
            “Careful,” I said, before reaching to steady the body behind the cardboard. “Can you see where you’re going?” 
            A heard a squeal and then they came down. I moved to help when my eyes locked with a pair I knew all too well. I’d only seen eyes like that once before and they were blue and deep and cool. The long thick dark hair tumbling down past her shoulders was also familiar to me. She was older and her body now curved in all the right places. She had definitely developed since the teenage years. No longer fifteen she’d become a woman.
            Bliss York had been my first love. Or so I’d thought back then. Come to find out she’d been my first lust, because I had no idea how to love. Her face could stop traffic and that was without any makeup. She was as natural as I remembered. Nothing fake about her. Her smile had once made everything perfect in my world.
            “Oh, I’m sorry. . .” she said, trailing off as her eyes scanned my face. I saw the realization there. She remembered me. Knew who I was. The boy who had given her that first kiss. Told her he would love her forever. Then I left after a summer of what I thought was the beginning of forever. I’d been a bit of a dreamer back then. It was before I realized that women weren’t as soft and pretty on the inside as they were on the outside. My mother was perfect, inside and out, but my little sister Ophelia had a definite evil streak.
            “You work here?” I asked before she could say my name. I didn’t want to remember that summer. I had remembered it for far too long. Once I finally got it through my head that Bliss York wasn’t the perfect girl, I’d let myself forget her entirely.
            She opened her mouth to speak, then slowly nodded her head. 
            I knew that Octavia had hired someone to help her get things ready. I just hadn’t been told her name. Not that it mattered. That was seven summer’s back and a part of my past that would stay there.
            I picked up a fallen box. “I’m Octavia’s fiancé Nate.”  That should answer her questions and also lead her to believe I didn’t remember. “I’ll get these boxes to the recycle bin.” 
            I didn’t wait for her to give me her name. I went to work picking up the rest of the fallen boxes. She didn’t move for what felt like several minutes, but was actually just a few fleeting seconds. I was tense. Not sure why. If she told me who she was and asked if I remembered, I could still act as if I’d forgotten. Seven fucking years had passed. We’d been kids then. We weren’t now. I was a different person and I was sure she was too. 
            “Okay, um. . .thank you,” she said. I wanted to look up and watch her go. To take in the woman she’d become. To see just how much her body had changed. The glimpse I’d allowed myself at first had been impressive and I wanted another. She had been a beauty back then. Now she was gorgeous and I had to fucking work with this beauty for the next two weeks. 
            Shit. 
            This would only happen to me. 
 
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