Meagan Brandy completely fucked my mind

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐀𝐭 𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐰 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐨 𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐰 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡, 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄 !!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“You don’t belong.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

No words whispered in anger have ever rung more true.

 

 

 

 

 

 

They’re the Kings of Brayshaw with the world at their feet, destined for greatness and in need of control.

 

 

 

I’m the girl from the ghetto with nothing to offer and as defiant as they come.

 

 

 

 

 

 

They say it doesn’t matter, that I’m one of them now, and nothing could ever change that. Not even me, should I dare try.

 

 

 

 

 

 

But they’re wrong.

 

 

 

They underestimate how far I’ll go to protect them.

 

 

 

 

 

Trouble is coming…and they have no idea

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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My Review

 

MIND FUCKED. I mean I could legitimately just leave it at that. No warning, no lube and sure as hell no protection. I am still recovering and I went in gently.

I honestly do not know where to even start with this book. You on the other han, if you haven’t read book one then you most certainly need to and on the plus side you won’t have that torturous wait on book 2.  Meagan Brandy has very fast become one of my favourite authors. There is no question, if she writes it then I am going to read it as soon as I can possibly get my hands on it. I was lucky enough to get my grubby little mitts on this one a week before the release and I thought I would devour it.  I usually consume her books the day that I get them. I could not do that this time. My blood pressure would not allow it. I had to take movement breaks, coffee breaks and just breaks so that I would not hurl my kindle off the wall. It was a distinct possibility so many times. My mind was completely boggled. The level of story telling in this book is insane. Straight up flawless. I am one of those people who love to read between the lines. I am rarely taken by surprise within the pages of a book. This book however, bar some pretty minor details and one or two other things I was just mind blown. Over and over. The more I read the more my mind spun and the less I knew. I think I was dizzy when I finished. Dizzy, excited, riddled with anxiety but most of all with a thirst for what is coming next!

 

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𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐀𝐭 𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐰 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

 

 

 


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Website: https://www.meaganbrandy.com

 

 

 

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Sarina Bowen Superfan cover reveal @sarinabowen

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BLURB:
Sometimes lady luck shakes your hand, and sometimes she smacks your face. Sometimes she does both on the same day.
Three years ago I met the most amazing woman. We were both down on our luck. Then I got that call—the one that tells you to get your buns on a plane to go meet your destiny.
But the girl was left behind. I didn’t have her phone number, and she didn’t know my real name.
While I became a professional hockey player, she became a superstar, with platinum records and legions of fans. And a slick, music producer boyfriend who treated her badly.
But fate wasn’t done with us yet. When Delilah turns up at a hockey game, I can’t resist making contact. The internet swoons when I ask her out on a date.
She might not remember me. But her jerkface ex does. He’ll do anything to keep us apart.
Good thing athletes never give up. This time I’m playing for keeps.

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EXCERPT

“Would you like a beer?” the cute bartender asks me.
I glance at the pile of mint leaves on his cutting board and hesitate. “Sure,” I say. But the mint looks so fresh and pretty.
“I could make you something different.”
“Beer is great. A cold…”
“—lager,” he finishes. “No glass, no opener.”
When I look up to flash him a smile, my heart does a little somersault. Those kind eyes are smiling at me, too. “Thank you,” I whisper.
“It’s really no problem.” He turns toward the beer cooler. “You’re an easy customer, trust me.”
But I really meant—thank you for remembering. As he leans down to grab a bottle for me, I find myself admiring the strong muscles in his back. Stop it, I admonish myself. It only gets worse when he turns around and places the bottle in front of me. I’ve never seen hands like his. I didn’t even know wrists could look muscular.
Even so. Ogling him is not why I came here. I pull out my keychain opener and remove the cap from my beer.
He discards it, gives me another pleasant smile and then picks up his paring knife again.
I take a sip, wondering when he’s going to mention my show at the Coconut Club. He was there. I saw him.
He separates some mint leaves from their stems and says nothing.
I last about seventeen seconds. “Well?”
“Well?” He looks up. “Sorry?”
“Jesus lord.” I close my eyes and then open them again. This is not going how I’d hoped it would. “What did you think?”
“Of…?” His amazing eyes are studying me.
“Forget I asked.” I take a swig of beer.
“Think about what?” He pushes the cutting board aside, and his smile turns knowing.
“My set at the Coconut Club! I saw you holding up that wall in the back. Don’t lie.”
He tips his head back and lets out a sudden laugh. “I’m so busted. I loved your show, but I didn’t expect you to spot me.”
“You loved it so much you weren’t going to say anything?” The sentence sounds crazy to my own ears. I put down the beer. “You know what? Never mind. I’m just being psycho right now. This town is getting into my head.”
“Listen, girly.” He braces both (muscular!) hands on the bar and looks me right in the eye. “I loved it so much that I don’t even know what to say about it. From that moment at the beginning—when you shut that asshole’s maw? To the part where you made a lady cry.” He shakes his head. “I couldn’t look away. And I never wanted it to end.”
I give him a slow blink, just trying to take that in. It’s so much more than I was even hoping to hear.
“Shit, Delilah. If that set doesn’t win you whatever contract you’re looking for, they don’t even deserve you.”
Something warm and unfamiliar settles into the center of my belly. “That might be the nicest thing anyone ever said to me. Which only means you’re still trying to get my phone number.”
He laughs immediately. “Can’t both things be true? Both my musical assessment and my interest in your evening plans?”
“Because you know so much about music.” I flip my hair and take another sip of beer.
“Look. I don’t know shit about music. But I know plenty about talent.” He leans down on a set of forearms I shouldn’t be noticing. “I know that talent sometimes takes a nap at just the wrong moment, but it never stays asleep for long. I also know that luck matters, too. If they don’t give you what you want, it won’t be your fucking fault.”
“Thank you,” I say quietly.
But he’s not done. “I saw something else valuable the other night. You’re good in the clinch. And that counts for double, I swear to God.”
“The clinch?”
“Yeah. You’re not just good at practice.” He pauses, wrinkling up his interesting nose. “What word would a musician use? Okay—you’re not a rehearsal musician. That stage was like your home. Either that or you fake it really well. That’s going to pay your rent someday, I promise.”
“Wow.” It’s like he looked right into my terrified little soul and found the very thing I needed to hear. Those beautiful eyes of his are practically burning me right now, so I have to look away. “Thank you. Really. I really needed that pep talk.”
I make the mistake of looking up at him again, and, for a split second, I see pure yearning. It’s like our souls vibrate at exactly the same frequency. And I have no idea what to do with that.