Just Say Yes by Samantha Lind – Cover Reveal is

 

Title: Just Say Yes
Series: Indianapolis Eagles #1
Author: Samantha Lind
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Cover Design: Juliana Cabrera, Jersey Girl Design
Photo: Shauna Kruse, Kruse Images & Photography
Models: Kristen Lazarus-Wood & Justin James Cadwell
Release Date: September 21, 2017
Blurb
What will it take for her to Just Say Yes?
Scott Taylor has the perfect life. He gets to
fulfill his dream playing professional hockey, has a loving family, and a tight
group of friends. But the one thing missing in his life is a partner to come
home to. He knows exactly who he wants to fill that position– the only woman he
has ever loved. The one who got away, who constantly consumes his every
thought. What it would take to get her to Just Say Yes to a second
chance?
Becca Phillips is an independent woman who has made her
career as an ER nurse a priority in her life. She has a loving family and a best
friend by her side, but she can’t seem to get over her first love, Scott.
Insecurities led her to break up with him years ago when he started climbing
the ranks in professional hockey and, for eight years, Becca has avoided Scott
when he returns home each summer. Can she overcome her fears and allow love
back into her life? All she has to do is Just Say Yes to the one and only man
she has ever loved.

Author Bio

Samantha Lind is a contemporary romance author. Having spent the first 27 years of her life in Alaska, she now calls Iowa home where she lives with her husband and two sons. She enjoys spending time with her family, traveling, reading, watching hockey, and listening to country music. 
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Fallen Heir by Erin Watt – Review by Tanya

 

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Wow. Just wow. I don’t even know where to begin. I love this series, every single bit of it and I don’t think I can recommend it highly enough.

My heart is hurting for that poor boy. Life and soul of the party only he isn’t, his soul is crying out for someone to just notice him. He needs a great big bloody hug and then maybe a sit down with the best damn therapist that money can buy. He is completely over looked but I think it’s partly his own doing, sorry don’t shoot, he puts on this asshole persona to cover up the fact that he is quite literally downing in shallow water. He doesn’t realise that all he has to do is stand up, take a deep breath and ask for someone to throw him the life ring, i.e. Ask for help.

As for Hartley, man that girl has issues of her own. She can’t be responsible for saving Easton, the poor girl needs someone to save her. The thing is though they are perfect for each other but they need to both get their shit together before trying to give to someone else.

This story has me twisted up in all sorts of ways. I’m one of those girls that finished one book and literally starts another one straight away. I finished this one hours ago and it won’t leave me, it’s not only lodged in my head but there is this big knot in the centre of my chest and I can’t get it to leave me alone.

The ending of this book was spectacular for more than one reason. I mean I love a good cliff hanger but this was like a double whammy. If that poor boy needed help before then I don’t know what the hell he needs now.

Just gotta pass the time til January now to see how Erin Watt is going to twist us up next. I’ve a feeling there may be tissues at the ready

 

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Nineteen Letters by Jodi Perry – Release Blitz and Review

Title: Nineteen Letters
Author: Jodi Perry

Publisher: Hachette Australia

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: August 29, 2017
Blurb
Nineteen. There’s something about that number; it not only
brought us together, bonding us forever, it also played a hand in tearing us
apart.
The nineteenth of January 1996. I’ll never forget it. It was
the day we met. I was seven and she was six. It was the day she moved in next
door, and the day I developed my first crush on a girl.
Exactly nineteen years later, all my dreams came true when
she became my wife. She was the love of my life. My soul mate. My everything.
The reason I looked forward to waking up every morning.
Then tragedy struck. Nineteen days after we married, she was
in an accident that would change our lives forever. When she woke from her
coma, she had no memory of me, of us, of the love we shared.
I was crushed. She was my air, and without her I couldn’t
breathe.
The sparkle that once glistened her eyes when she looked at
me was gone. To her, now, I was a stranger. I had not only lost my wife, I had
lost my best friend.
But I refused to let this tragedy be the end of us. That’s
when I started to write her letters, stories of our life. Of when we met. About
the happier times, and everything we had experienced together.
What we had was far too beautiful to be forgotten.
My Review
I have said it before.  Sometimes I find it hard to give authors that are new to me a chance. I mean I do it all the time but unless it comes highly recommended to me by someone who knows what I like then I generally start reading with a slight amount of wariness. The reason this one grabbed me was actually the title. Nineteen Letters. I am one of those people that loves a lot of written communication in a book. I think it stems right back to 2004 and P.S I Love You (amazing book – God awful movie). Lots of emails, texts, letters then I am there.
Of course I didn’t read the blurb. I swear someday I am going to surprise everyone and read the blurb first. I had no idea what was coming, I love a story naturally unfolding, getting a shock and the anticipation that leads up to an even that you have no idea what is going to happen. Like in this book, blissfully happy newlywed getting into her car on an awful day and hoping and praying what you can see coming is not going to pan out the way you foresee. The sadness that hits you like a punch to the stomach when it does. The tugs on your heart strings when you see the struggle for both parties to accept what is happening to their previously idyllic life.
I just loved how this story played out. The willpower and the belief that Braxton had that his love for Jemma would defeat any and all obstacles. How her heart knew she belonged to him even if her brain wouldn’t let her remember. The journey of their relationship through the years was just beautifully written and it was just the most amazing love story.  It had just enough sadness, angst, happiness, and joy to make it one of the best books I have read this year!
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Excerpt

CHAPTER ONE
Jemma
It’s a wet
and dreary morning is the first thing I hear when the radio booms to life,
alerting me to the fact it’s time to get up.
Dreary
doesn’t even come close. The thought of no longer being able to spend every
waking minute with my gorgeous husband has already put a dampener on my day. I
can’t believe our time off together has come to an end. I hate that I have to
go back to work this morning, and leave the little bubble Braxton and I have
been living in for the past four weeks.
Right up
until the wedding, things were so busy with our careers, building our dream
house and organising our special day. Everything combined seemed to take away
from us being together. This one-on-one time we’ve had since tying the knot was
just what we both needed.
‘Morning,
Mrs Spencer.’
He rolls
onto his side, pulling me further into his warm, luscious body. It has been
exactly nineteen days since we exchanged wedding vows, and I’m still floating.
‘Morning,
Mr Spencer.’ I lean my forehead against his. ‘I’m not ready to go back to work.
I can’t stand the thought of spending the entire day without you.’
He chuckles
as his teeth nip at my pouting lip. ‘I feel exactly the same way, babe. Our
time off has gone way too quick. We should have taken two months off, instead
of one.’
Despite him
being a constant figure in my daily life, for the past nineteen years, I still
get a rush when I think about what our future together holds.
I met
Braxton when my parents and I moved in next door. We were just kids, but we’ve
been inseparable ever since. He’s my one and only. He always has been, and
always will be. He’s not only the love of my life; he’s my best friend, my soul
mate, my forever boy.
He’s
incredibly dreamy, with his movie-star looks. I run my fingers through his
sandy blond hair as my eyes roam over his perfectly sculpted face; his big blue
eyes pop against his tanned skin. He has a smile that makes my knees weak. His
front tooth turns in ever so slightly, but it takes nothing away from his
Colgate-worthy smile.
When he
realises I’m checking him out, the sexy grin that I adore appears on his face.
It highlights the cute dimple in his left cheek. To this day, he still manages
to turn my insides to mush, but it’s his inner beauty that affects me the most.
‘I could
always call in sick,’ I say, perking up for a moment, but in reality I know
it’s not possible. I have a big client coming in first thing Monday morning,
and I need to prepare.
‘If I
didn’t have this damn meeting later this morning, I’d say do it,’ he replies,
smiling.
‘I’m going
to miss you.’
‘I’m going
to miss you too, Jem. The past four weeks have been my kind of heaven.’
I sigh.
‘I’d give anything to be back in Kauai right now.’
My fingers
move from his hair and skim down the side of his face as I speak. The beach has
always been our favourite place. That’s why we built our dream home overlooking
the ocean. The soothing sound of the waves crashing against the shore as I
drift off to sleep every night, and the sweet smell of sea air first thing in
the morning . . . it’s cathartic. It’s also one of the reasons we chose
Hawaii—a beautiful villa on the majestic shores of Tunnels Beach—as the place
to spend the first two weeks of our married life.
‘Me too.’
He gives me a wistful look. ‘I’ll take you back there over the Christmas break,
I promise.’
‘I’d like
that.’ My fingertips dance over his collarbone, before moving across his
shoulder. When I run a path down his strong back, he groans.
I sigh
again when I think that Christmas is ten months away, but I guess we have the
rest of our lives together to create the kind of memories we did in Hawaii.
Untangling
my legs from his, I pause briefly. I don’t want to leave him. I exhale a
drawn-out breath. ‘I suppose I better jump in the shower.’
‘Would you
like some company?’
Reaching
for me, he rolls onto his back, taking me with him. I laugh when he wiggles his
eyebrows. I straddle his waist before covering his mouth with mine. My shower
can wait. Making love to my man is much more important.
Sliding
forward, I line myself up. His strong hands grip my hips, and we moan in unison
as I sink down onto him. My eyes lock with his as I slowly rock my body against
him. ‘I love you, Brax.’
‘I love you
too, Jem. So much.’
He reaches
for my hands, lacing his fingers through mine. We’ve always had such a strong
bond, but when we’re connected like this, we become one. I’ll never tire of
these feelings he evokes in me.
There are
times I feel guilty because together, we’re perfect. None of our friends have
the kind of relationship Braxton and I do. What we have is unbreakable.
Sometimes my feelings for him overwhelm me. I’m not sure how either of us would
survive without the other.
As I rush
around putting the finishing touches on my make-up, I catch a glimpse of
Braxton in the mirror. He’s leaning up against the doorframe watching me get
ready. He’s shirtless and wearing a pair of grey sweats that hang low on his
hips. My pulse quickens as my eyes rake over his bare chest, and each delicious
muscle that defines his torso, from the perfect V just above the waistband, right
up to his washboard abs. One of my favourite things to do is watch him work out
on the small home gym he set up in the garage. I don’t think he even realises
how sexy he is. Growing up, he didn’t notice the way all the girls swooned over
him. But I did.
My eyes
move back to his, and the adoring look on his face sends my heart into a
flutter. The sheer love I feel for this man consumes every fibre of my being.
It’s euphoric.
‘How long
have you been standing there?’ I ask as my mouth curves into a smile.
‘I’m just
admiring my beautiful wife.’ I love hearing him call me his wife.
He pushes
off the doorframe and stalks towards me. When his arms encircle my waist, he
pulls me back into him. A soft moan falls from my mouth as his lips trail a
path up my neck. I tilt my head to the side, allowing him better access.
‘I’m
already running late,’ I breathe.
‘I wish you
didn’t have to go.’ His warm breath on my skin leaves goosebumps in its wake.
‘Me
either.’
‘The next
eight hours are going to feel like an eternity.’
I sigh in
agreement. ‘I know.’
His tongue
glides over the sensitive spot behind my ear, sending shivers down my spine. He
did that on purpose. ‘Don’t make any plans for tonight, because I’m taking you
out to dinner.’
‘You’re
taking me out? Where?’
‘The Sea
Shanty.’ He groans as he sucks my earlobe into his mouth.
‘What’s the
special occasion?’
‘Our
anniversary.’
My eyes fly
open to meet his in the mirror. ‘Our what?’ My mind starts to race. What anniversary?
He turns me
in his arms so I’m facing him, and pulls a small black box from his pocket. ‘I
was going to give this to you tonight, but I want you to have it now. Happy
nineteenth anniversary, sweetheart.’
My hands
tremble slightly as I take hold of the box. That’s when I remember that today
we have been married for nineteen days, and a huge smile breaks out on my face.
The number nineteen has always held special significance for us.
Tears of
happiness pool in my eyes as I open the lid. Inside I find a white-gold
necklace that’s holding a diamond-encrusted number-nineteen pendant.
‘Oh
Braxton, it’s beautiful. I love it . . . I love you.’
He smiles
as he tucks a lock of hair behind my ear. ‘I can’t wait to spend the rest of my
life with you, Jem.’
‘Same.’
A lump
forms in my throat and I feel like I’m choking back tears. I use my hand to fan
my eyes; I don’t have time to redo my make-up.
Taking the
box out of my hand, he removes the necklace. ‘Turn around, and hold up your
hair.’ I do as he asks, gathering my long brown hair on top of my head so he can
fasten the necklace. ‘Perfect,’ he says, planting a soft kiss on my skin at the
base of my neck.
My
fingertips glide over the pendant as I admire it in the mirror. ‘Thank you . .
. I’ll treasure it.’
Sliding his
arms around my waist again, he rests his chin on my shoulder, and his eyes meet
mine in the mirror. ‘You know, I’ve been thinking . . .’
‘That could
be dangerous.’
I laugh
when he pokes my side.
‘I want you
to stop taking the pill.’
I feel my
heartbeat accelerate as I swing around to face him. ‘You do?’
‘Yes. It’s
time we gave it another try, Jem. I want to see our baby growing inside you.’
I swipe my
finger under my eye to catch the stray tear that has fallen. ‘I want that too,
but what about my job? We just took out a second mortgage to build this house .
. . we need the money.’
He exhales
before continuing. ‘I know how much your career means to you, but you’re giving
so much of yourself to that bastard, Andrew. We both know he doesn’t appreciate
you. Why don’t you think about setting up your own interior design business
from home? That way you’d be here to look after our son, and still be able to
do what you love.’
‘Or our
daughter,’ I say with a smile.
‘As long as
our baby is healthy, I don’t care what sex it is.’ I bow my head as memories of
that day flood my mind. I want this so badly, but I’m scared.
‘Can we
talk more about it tonight over dinner? Andrew’s going to chew me out if I
don’t get to the office soon.’
‘He better
not!’
I run my
finger over his forehead, trying to flatten out the crinkles of his frown. I
love how protective he is. He hates the way my boss treats me, but he’d never
interfere because he knows how much I love what I do.
The rain
has eased by the time I’m ready to leave, but Braxton still insists on walking
me out so I don’t get wet. ‘Bye,’ I say reluctantly, when we come to a stop
beside my car.
‘Don’t let
Andrew keep you any later than needed.’
‘I won’t,’
I say, placing my lips against his. ‘Good luck with your meeting. They’re going
to love the new design.’
‘I hope so.’
He opens the driver’s-side door, and moves the umbrella closer to shield me
from the rain. ‘Be careful on the roads, they’ll be slippery.’
‘I will.
Stop worrying.’
‘I’ll
always worry where you’re concerned, Jem. It’s my job to look after you.’
I smile up
at him once I’m seated. ‘I love how much you love me.’
‘That’ll
never change,’ he says, winking, as he closes my car door.
My heart
feels heavy as I blow him a kiss and reverse out of the driveway . . . I miss
him already.
I’m driving
cautiously but still faster than usual on my way to work. I know I shouldn’t,
considering the roads are slippery from all the rain, but the backlog of work
I’m going to face from being on holidays for a month is making my stomach knot.
Just the thought of facing Andrew in one of his moods this morning is quickly
undoing all the calm I’ve felt while being away from him. Braxton’s idea of
starting my own business is sounding better by the second.
I smile to
myself as I replay his words in my head. My fingertips lightly skim over my
stomach. I’d like nothing more than to have his baby growing inside me again.
‘Shit,’ I
mumble to myself when the heavens open up. I turn the wiper speed up to full,
but visibility is still poor. I can barely see the car in front of me now. I
jump when my phone starts to ring. I grip the wheel tightly with my right hand
as I reach across the passenger seat, my hand blindly fumbling in my bag as I
try to find it.
I just know
that it’s Andrew wondering where I am; I should have been there fifteen minutes
ago. My chest tightens just thinking about it.
My eyes
leave the road for a split second as I glance down at the screen. I was right,
it’s him. As I attempt to accept the call, I hear the loud sound of an angry
horn, and the screech of tyres. My head snaps to the left as my body is thrown
violently sidewards. The sickening crunching sound of metal is almost
deafening.
Images of
Braxton and our life together flash through my mind as a crushing sensation
consumes the right side of my body. My head connects with the driver’s-side
window, and the sound of shattering glass fills my ears.
Oh god. I don’t want to die.
‘Braxton .
. . Braaaax,’ I cry out as the world around me stills, and I succumb to the
darkness.
Author Bio
Jodi Perry
was born in Sydney, Australia, and has lived there her whole life. Under the
name J. L. Perry, her last four novels were all number-one bestsellers in
eBook. Jodi travels annually to the UK and US to promote her books and to meet
her many fans. Nineteen Letters is the first novel to be published under the
name Jodi Perry.
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Damaged by Willow Winters – Cover Reveal

 

 

 

Title: Damaged

 

Author: Willow Winters

 

Genre: Romantic Suspense

 

Cover Design: Coverlüv 

 

Photo: Alex Wightman 

 

Model: Evan Swift

 

Release Date: October 17, 2017

 

 

 

 

Blurb

 

I married the bad boy from Brooklyn.
The one with the tattoos and the look in his eyes that told me he was
bad news.
The look that comes with all sorts of warnings.
I knew what I was doing.
I knew by the way he put his hands on me; how he owned me with his
forceful touch.
I couldn’t say no to him, not that I wanted to. That was then, and it
seems like forever ago.
Years later, I’ve grown up and moved on.  But he’s still the man I
married.  Dangerous in ways I don’t like to think about.  Sexy as
sin, he attracts all the wrong kinds of temptations.
The kind that lands a couple like us in the gossip columns.
The kind that’s unforgivable.
The kind that splits up marriages.
I did this to myself. I knew better than to love him.
And now I’m fucked.
I married the bad boy from Brooklyn.  And I don’t know how to
survive this.

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Author Bio
Willow Winters is so happy to be a USA Today, Wall Street Journal and #1 Contemporary Bestselling Romance Author. She likes her action hot and her bad boys hotter. She certainly doesn’t hold back on either one in her writing!
Willow started writing after having her little girl, Evie, December 2015. All during her pregnancy with Evie she continued to read and she only wanted to read romance. She was reading a book a day — sometimes two.
In January 2016 Willow was staying up late with Evie and just thinking of all these stories. They came to her constantly so she finally sat down and just started writing. She always wanted to do it so she figured, why not? Today Willow cannot be happier for making that decision!
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Greg is back – and as tasty as ever!

Title: Balance Check
A #MyNewLife Novel
Author: M.E. Carter
Genre: Romantic Comedy
Release Date: August 18, 2017
Blurb

Life has a funny way of throwing you off
balance.
Take me for example. I spent years in a bad
marriage with a self-serving ass, only to have the love of my life show up when
I least expected him. Greg helped me on my journey of self discovery and taught
me that, no, I’m not perfect. But I’m perfectly me.  It was an amazing journey.
We laughed hard. We loved even harder.
And then he was suddenly and cruelly ripped
away from me by the unclenching jaws of fate.
Ok, so it wasn’t that dramatic. And I
really need to stop watching the Investigation Channel.
But now Greg is back and as it turns out,
re-incorporating someone into your life isn’t that easy. Between jobs, kids, and
barely-there friendships, life and love can be messy. Making it all work is a
balancing act. 

But we’re determined to get it in check.

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Mother, reader, storytellerME Carter never set out
to write books. But when a friend practically forced a copy of Twilight into
her hands, the love of the written word she had lost as a child was rekindled.
With a story always rolling around in her head, it should come as no surprise that she finally started putting them on paper. She lives in Texas with
her four children, Mary, Elizabeth, Carter and Bug, who sadly was born long
after her pen name was created, and will probably need extensive therapy
because of it.
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Toxic by Nicole Blanchard. Review by Tanya

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Title: Toxic
Author: Nicole Blanchard
Genre: Dark Romance
Release Date: August 21, 2017
Blurb
A new standalone
dark romance coming from New York Times and USA Today bestselling
author Nicole Blanchard.
“John Doe”
was just another patient. A criminal.
As a prison nurse, I
knew the rules: do my job, don’t get involved, and never let a prisoner get
under my skin.
I broke all three.
My passion, my
obsession, my addiction. I risked my entire life so we could be together.
I thought helping him
escape from prison would be the hard part.
It turns out when
you fall in love with a villain, you also turn into one.
My Review
Nicole Blanchard is a new author for me. I will be honest and say sometimes I am a bit hard on new authors and don’t give them a go. I had looked at this book a couple of times and eventually I decided to take the gamble and go with it.
It isn’t an easy read in places and I would say contains triggers that some people would need to be aware of. Domestic violence and sexual assault are things that are just too close to home for some people – understandably so. Still these are all too unfortunately the realities of life. The fact that this part of the story made me feel as uncomfortable and uneasy as it did really is a testament to the abilites of the author. At one stage I had to put it down and walk away.
The story itself is violent in most aspects. Its dark and it is gritty. The female character wrecked my head. That is the one downside to this book for me. She really didn’t seem to know if she was coming or going and it got annoying. The rest of the story is fast paced and well written. You certainly won’t be bored while reading it!
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Excerpt
My hands
flex on his skin, but he’s so intent on my response he either doesn’t notice or
doesn’t care. Beneath my touch, he turns to granite and a part of me wants to
take back my question, but I can’t. 
“What’s
wrong?” I ask, and I hope it deflects from this line of conversation. “Did I
hurt you?”
He breaks
eye contact and looks down to where my hands are touching his skin. The moment
his eyes land on where our bodies connect, it makes me want to drop my hand.
How close he always manages to get to me whenever I let curiosity—or
stupidity—get the better of me is astounding. 
“Would
take more than that to hurt me, little mouse.”
I feel his
words like dark secrets. They unfurl inside me, a molten mixture of pleasure
and shame, a heady combination that invites me to ask for more. He’s a craving
I can’t quite shake. A disease slowly spreading through me. My head tells me I
should walk away, but my greedy heart begs for more of his illicit
attention. 
“Little
mouse?” I keep my focus on my fingers. Otherwise, they’ll betray my
nerves. I swipe antibacterial cream over his skin and realize resistance is
practically impossible. Not when I can feel his muscles flexing underneath my
hands, the heat coming off him in waves, and my body’s answering thrum. 
It has been
so long since I’ve felt anything other than violence and fear. The two have
become so tightly intertwined that I was certain until now I’d never feel this
again. Never feel warmth pooling low in my belly and radiating through my core
or the answering wetness slicking between my legs. 
Horror
accompanies the rush of pleasure, and I want to fling myself backward, but I
know I can’t let this dangerous man see my reaction. I can’t let him know the
effect he has on me. Can’t let him have that kind of power over me. 
“Yes,”
he finally says. “Because you always look like you want to scurry away into a
corner and hide.” 
His words
make me want to do exactly that. My eyes dance to the door and then back to my
hand as I swipe away another smear of blood from his skin. It would be so easy
to escape him and his all-too-knowing stare. The reaction I can’t deny. The
yearning. Ten steps would bring me right back to my dreary life where I can
drown in the day-to-day misery and the pain that blots out my unfortunate
reality. 
They are
ten steps I don’t take. I refuse to let King get the better of me again and
return to doctoring his wounds, trading the wipes for clean, white bandages.
Unlike Vic, when this man pressures me, tests my boundaries, I find myself
wanting to fight back, wanting to go at him with teeth bared and fists balled. 
He lays a
big, scratched-up hand over mine, pinning it to the heated flesh of his
well-muscled chest. I peer up through my lashes and find the corner of his
mouth tipped up in a half smile that would look pleasant on any other
man. 
On King,
it’s a warning. 
Or a
threat. 
My heart
thumps in my chest, a rabbit trying to escape the pursuit of a predator. I take
deep breaths to try to calm its frenetic pace, but it’s futile while in his
presence. I finish the bandage on his chest without taking the bait. Despite
how alive he makes me feel, or maybe because of it, I won’t encourage him. I
won’t go down that road. I did it once before, and it cost me everything. 
I’m waiting
for him to throw out another challenge as I finish with his chest and arms,
dump the trash into a bag, and set it by the door. 
“Can
you stand for me?” I gesture with a roll of gauze I grabbed from my bag of
supplies. “I need to wrap your ribs until they can get you in for an
X-ray.”
He obliges,
reminding me of a half-tame animal submitting to human attention only to turn
around and rip the person’s throat out seconds later. His abdomen ripples, and
the low hum of desire that I’ve steadily been trying to ignore roars back to
life made sharper by the edge of danger. 
Like
fucking in public. 
It’s wrong
and dirty and you sort of hate yourself for enjoying it so much, but you come
harder than you ever have in your life. It makes my breathing grow ragged, and
I’m afraid he can hear me but can’t find the willpower to back away. 
I have to
lean close to wrap the bandage around his chest, which doesn’t help. His scent
fills my nose like a drug. My fingers brush against his stomach, and I’d give
anything for five minutes to explore the line of muscles that disappears into
his waistband. 
The fact
that I manage to finish binding his ribs is a small miracle. He doesn’t make a
move to touch me the entire time, even though I spend it wishing he would. When
I’m done, I can feel his eyes on me, patient and predatory as I pack up the
rest of my supplies. 
“Stop
doing that!” I bite out, revealing just how badly he has my nerves
frayed. 
He gives me
that half-grin again. “Doing what?”
“Staring
at me like that. Are you trying to piss me off? Do you want me to have you
reassigned?”
As though
daring me, he takes a step forward. “You won’t do that,” he
challenges. 
“No?”
I retort though I can hear the flimsy note to my voice. 
His grin
widens. “No.”
I shake my
head and feel my body drift closer to his. “I don’t know what you want
from me, I don’t know what you think we’re doing here, but we shouldn’t. Let’s
just get that clear right now. Also, I appreciate your concern for my safety,
but there isn’t anything you can do to help me, and this sort of attention is
only going to make my situation worse.”
He shifts,
and my whole body stiffens as he brings his lips to my cheek where the memory
of the bruise throbs.
“Don’t,”
I protest, but it comes out sounding more breathy than firm. 
“I’ll
make you a deal,” he says as he closes a bit more of the distance between
us. I nearly whimper from frustration, fear, and need. “One kiss. One kiss
and I won’t bother you again. No one will have to know.” 
“You
can’t be serious,” I whisper, but I know from the determined look in his
eyes he’s serious. “Why?”
His lips
return to my cheek, surprising me with his gentleness, and I’m almost ashamed
that my initial instinct is to flinch away from him. He seems to recognize it,
and he sighs, pausing long enough to meet my eyes. We wait . . . watching each
other. But when he doesn’t follow through with a slap or a biting comment, my
traitorous body relaxes. 
My body is
clearly an idiot. 
“C’mon,”
he coaxes as his lips grow bolder. “Let me give you this. One kiss. I
promise you’ll enjoy it. Let me show you a little something sweet to take away
from the sour. One kiss, and if you want me to walk away after I will.”
He’s the
devil incarnate, the snake that tempted Eve. Though, I’m sure as hell not in
paradise. I hate myself for even considering it. Loathe the way my body shouts
at me to say yes. 
“You
won’t bother me again?” The responding triumphant gleam in his eyes
screams that I’ve taken a step off a precipice. There will be no going back
after this. 
“Scouts
honor.” I snort, causing him to grin. “So, is that a yes?”
“You
asked me earlier if I wanted to know your name.”
He nods,
but it’s a quick, jerky movement. For the first time, he’s the one caught off
guard. 
“I
think I’d like that.” It’ll be like saying goodbye, or at least that’s
what I tell myself. Goodbye to the rush of desire, the feeling of being alive.
It was fun while it lasted but this level of craziness leads nowhere
good. 
For a
moment, I think my ears are tricking me, but no. King makes a deep, satisfied
groan in the back of his throat. I’m so distracted I don’t notice he’s been
slowly moving closer until his body is pressed fully against mine. My hands go
to his shoulders, and I’m grateful for the bandages separating us. Too much
contact with his skin and my brain would surely short circuit. 
“Gracin,”
he says, his lips so close they graze the shell of my ear. “My name is
Gracin.”
Then his
mouth covers mine.
Author Bio
New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author Nicole
Blanchard lives in Mississippi with her family and their menagerie of animals.
She chooses each day to chase her own fairy tale even if they contain their
fair share of dragons. She is married to her best friend and owns her own
business.
Nicole survives on a diet of too many books and substantial
amounts of root beer and slim jims. When not reading, she’s lavishing attention
on her family or inhaling every episode of The Walking Dead and The Big Bang
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In The Crease – Alex’s Review

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Okay first of I’d like to say I didn’t really like the heroine Wren in this book I know we met her in Delayed call in which I did like her,the reason I don’t like her is because she knew the guy who got her pregnant had a fiancée and still chose to sleep with him anyway I mean cmon there’s plenty of single guys out there.

In In the crease we find Wren is pregnant and in dire need of a fake fiancé to receive her inheritance in pops Jensen monroe who is without a doubt the nicest guy Ever and hilarious as well his banter with Vaughan and wells is nothing short of hilarious,Jensen agrees to be her fake fiancé because he’s been in love with her since they first met and it all sets off from there.

In the crease starts off fast paced with the sports side of things as well as the romance and has a great cast of supporting characters who you can’t help but love it’s sad at times hilarious at others with a beautifully written story and also a set up for wells story which everyone should look out for,the sex scenes are super hot but not so much as to take away from the story I would give this book a 9 1/2 out of 10 just because of the ending scenes.