Under a Different Sky by Lindsey ILer

Title: Under a Different Sky
Series: Hand Over My Heart Duet Book One
Author: Lindsey Iler
Genre: New Adult Romance
Release Date: June 10, 2019
 
My life is a mess.
 
I’m walking around with a black eye. My position on the hockey team is questionable at best, and if that’s not bad enough, I think I’m falling for my dead girlfriend’s best friend.
 
Every day, it’s a fight to feel alive, and yet, I drink to numb the pain. Everyone is standing back, watching me fall apart.
 
Everyone except Hannah. No matter how many times I push, she’s there to pull me back. She refuses to let me spiral any deeper. And after one kiss—she’s impossible to ignore.
 
Unfortunately, it seems she and I aren’t the only thing being kept a secret.
My Review
I have heard a lot about this author. I actually own a couple of her books and I’ve just not for around to reading them.  I think it was Colleen Hoover that branded one a must read and I one clicked right away.  Maybe it wasn’t her but it was someone,  and it just ended up with all the other unread books on my Kindle that I swear I will one day get to.
The word hockey was mentioned.  You want me to read a book then that’s the word to use.  So I signed up.  The word hockey literally jumped out at me but I didn’t read any of the rest of the synopsis.  You know me.  I like to go in blind and experience the book as it unfolds, raw and natural.  I don’t want to read between the lines or wait for something to happen.  I wanted to read it and find out the information as the author intended.  But sweet mother of f*@k if ever I could have done with a heads up it was this book.  It ripped out my insides.  I kid you not.  This book was a punch to the solar plexus.  It broke me.  I don’t know how else to explain it.  Grief is an awful thing to experience,  this I know only too well.  To feel such grief pouring out at your from a page, that’s a damn fine author right there.  One of the best even.
I’m always saying that you can’t help who you love. At pains even to tell my children and not have them judge people in this colourful world we live in.  I’m usually talking about equality but it works equally here. We cannot help who speaks to our soul.  Maybe if things had happened differently and history was different then they would not have been drawn together but it did and they were. It must just be so difficult to feel wrong about something that feels right. So not only dealing with grief but also guilt.
Heartbreak and devastation, this one is a must read especially if you love a good ugly cry.
The next book is definitely one of my most anticipated reads…  Watch this space

 

 

 

Lindsey Iler is the author of the Our Worlds series. She’s had her feet planted in the state of Michigan since she was born and she still lives there with her husband and four kids.
 
When she’s not writing, she’s spending time with family and friends, listening to music, and reading.
 
Lindsey writes mature young adult/new adult romance. She falls in love with every character that pops into her head and is notorious for writing long chapters in her notes on her iPhone.
 
She finds inspiration from music and the people around her.
 

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Ask Me Why by Harlow Rae

Title: Ask Me Why
Author: Harloe Rae
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: June 20, 2019
Blurb

One deep breath. Two slow blinks. Three hollow beats.
I’m still here.
After three years, that reminder isn’t as necessary. But everyone has their bad
days. This is definitely one of them.
Until an adorable little boy dashes into my store.
His zest for life makes me smile in a way that’s been long lost.
Then I meet his father.
Well, confront is more like it.

Brance Stone is volatile.
Offensive.
Harsh.
And can’t be bothered to care.
Not that I want him to.
I get frostbite just looking into Brance’s glacial stare. But there’s something
undeniable about him.

My misery suddenly craves company. The suffocating numbness lifts whenever
Brance is near. That alone should have me running in the opposite direction.
Try as I might, there’s no avoiding him. If only I could understand why. As if
he’d let me.

I don’t ask. He doesn’t tell. A silent, bitter truce settles between us.
That was our first mistake.
It’s certainly not the last.

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Excerpt
Brance’s
suit is deliciously rumpled. A naughty gleam lingers in his eyes. Evidence of
our kiss lingers on his lips, slightly swollen and red. His hair sticks up in
sexy disarray, sections pointing in every direction. I curl my fingers, hiding
the guilty offenders. But combing through those silky strands will be committed
to memory. I want to do that again, multiple times. But I tamp my trampy side
down. For now.
He makes
quick work of straightening his tie. “You owe me a story.”
A boulder
drops in my gut. “Now?”
Brance
sweeps the brown locks off his forehead, erasing more proof of our tryst. “Nah,
gotta get back to the office.”
“Already?”
I’m still recovering from my orgasm.
He smooths
the wrinkles from his shirt. “My schedule leaves no time for deviations. I have
a full calendar every day. This indiscretion cost me several hours. I’ll be
working late to catch up.”
“Was that a
dig at me?”
“Does it matter?”
“Really,
Brance? Just like that?”
“Were you
expecting something else?”
I open my
mouth, then close it. Was I? How could I? Brance smirks at my extended silence.
“That’s
what I thought.” He tops it off with a wink for good measure.
“You’re
such an—”
“Asshole.
Yeah, got it. I don’t have time to rehash the details.”
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2019 by Harloe Rae, LLC

Author Bio
Harloe Rae
is a USA Today & Amazon Top 100 bestselling author. Her passion for writing
and reading has taken on a whole new meaning. Each day is an unforgettable
adventure.
Harloe is a
Minnesota gal with a serious addiction to romance. She’s always chasing an epic
happily ever after. When she’s not buried in the writing cave, Harloe can be
found hanging with her hubby and son. If the weather permits, she loves being
lakeside or out in the country with her horses.
Harloe is
the author of Redefining Us, Forget You Not, Watch Me Follow, GENT, MISS, LASS,
and Ask Me Why. These titles are available on Amazon.

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Trouble at Brayshaw High, Blog Tour

 

𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐀𝐭 𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐰 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐨 𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐰 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡, 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐔𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝!!!!
“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.

 

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“Hello, Raven.”
Unease washes over me, but I force my eyes back to the court, and sure as shit, amongst the crazy, Maddoc and Captain both spotted the piece of shit move my way.
“What do you want, Perkins?”
“I got a very interesting transfer slip on my desk this morning, Ms. Carver.”
I freeze, and I’m pretty sure my eyes widen, because Maddoc’s frown deepens, but he takes off, the ball now in his possession and I shift to see him better.
In the same second, Perkins lays his hand on my arm, and I spin, yanking away from him.
“Don’t fucking touch me,” I spit through clenched teeth and a mocking laugh leaves him.
The crowd groans and when my eyes flash back to the court, Maddoc’s hands are swiping down his face in frustration, the ball now with the opposing team as the final buzzer sounds.
“Thanks for all your help, Ms. Carver.”
“Don’t get it twisted. I’d never do a damn thing to purposely help you.”
He steps down, turning back to face me as he does. “You have a good night.

 

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