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Panty Dropper by Jade Sinner



Panty-Dropper-CoverA one-night stand. That’s all Ashlyn Shepherd is to me.

I’ve spent the last five years trying to convince myself that statement is true.

But saying it doesn’t make it so.


She’s the one who slipped away in the middle of the night. The one who—after only one night together—took my heart when she left. Literally, she’s the one who got away.


I hate the way she consumes my every thought, even after all this time.

I hate the way I dream of her every night.

I hate the way I look for her in every crowd.

But mostly I hate how I can’t forget her. Not even a little bit.

We were separated by cruel circumstances and now fate has returned her to me. But everything has changed. She isn’t that carefree girl I met five years ago.

I see so much pain behind her eyes. So much uncertainty. But one thing remains unchanged.

I still want her.

She. Will. Be. Mine.


Review by Paula:

Ryan is at the hospital waking up from having surgery on his arm and right away likes the nurse to realize later she’s the girl that got away. Ryan has thought about Ashlyn for 5 yrs and wants to know why she left his room at the party. Ashlyn hasn’t forgotten about Ryan and his blue eyes plus the fact Ryan has a daily reminder. Will Ryan finally get Ashlyn back in his life forever? Will Ashlyn be able to trust Ryan and tell him the secret she’s been hiding? Very quick little hot, romance story with a little twist! Gotta love the hot baseball men! 4 Stars




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On Thin Ice by Lisa B. Kamps

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On Thin Ice

Series: #8 Baltimore Banners

Author: Lisa B. Kamps

Release Date: July 25th, 2016


Kenny Haskell’s hard work and determination finally paid off last season when The Baltimore Banners called him up from the minors. That doesn’t mean the quiet defenseman is willing to stop proving himself. Each day is a new fight, a new opportunity, to prove to his coaches, to his team—and to himself—that he belongs with the Banners. Kenny is convinced he’ll be able to keep his head in the game with no problems—until he gets thrown out of a youth hockey game by one unforgiving ref who proves to be more of a distraction than he anticipates.

Lauren Gannon approaches life with a single successful mindset: take no prisoners, never give up, and always rely on yourself. At least, that’s what she likes to think. The last year has been a little different. Being saddled with her younger sister who refuses to grow up and take responsibility for anything is turning Lauren’s world into one crazy disaster after another. The last thing she needs to deal with is a professional hockey player who’s too attractive for his own good—or for her sanity.

The one thing Lauren has learned in life is to never underestimate the unexpected, and falling for Kenny definitely fits into that category. Can they really be friends and lovers? Kenny does his best to prove they can. But when a sudden family obligation forces Lauren to choose between what she knows is right and what she thinks is expected, will she find herself skating on thin ice and risking the happiness she really wants?

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Review by Christine:
On Thin Ice by Lisa B. Kamps is a hockey romance with a different twist. This novel has a mystery/thriller edge to it alongside a white hot romance. Lauren Gannon has always worked hard for everything she has and where she is in life. She loves and supports her family but her younger sister, Lindsay, who’s been living with Lauren has been causing her nothing but stress and money. Trying to juggle being a caring sister. Kenny Haskell loves hockey and since being called up to the Banners he’s push himself to prove to his teammates and coaches he belongs in the big league. Spending some time at the rink with a teammate watching a youth game, Kenny gets the wind knocked out of him and thrown out of the arena. He can’t stop thinking about the beautiful ref who challenges.

Lisa has done it again. 8 books later and each book is so fresh with a different twist allowing us to fall in love again and again. Lauren is such a strong character and once walked all over for so long fights back but you understand her reasoning for trying to give her sister the benefit of the doubt. Kenny is adorable and you can’t help falling in love for this romantic softy who is super supportive to Lauren. Lindsay the third character of this book. Well I wanted to slap the living $hit out of her more than once, her character is so cruel and vile it’s hard to see how she can be redeemed. I love how Lisa’s two series: Baltimore Banners and Firehouse 14 are starting to cross over from time to time. I highly recommend On Thin Ice it is a completely different feel for a sports romance. 5 Stars

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Not Your Hero by Anna Brooks


Title: Not Your Hero
Author: Anna Brooks
Release Date: April 18, 2015
Genre: Contemporary Romance


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My hot new tenant isn’t the kind of woman I usually go for. At all.

She’s a single mom and even I’m smart enough to know there will only be complications getting involved with her, no matter how good she might be for me.

But when her past comes back into her life and threatens them, I’m forced to face my own demons in order to keep them safe.

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I enjoyed this book, though it’s not your typical romance story. The hero, Sam, had a tough childhood, his mam died giving birth to him and his dad never forgave him. As a result of that, Sam doesn’t do relationships or love and has a huge wall wrapped around his heart. Courtney and her son Ben are his tenants, a single mam working 2 jobs, she doesn’t have time for love or relationships. Together the chemistry scorches the pages.There’s a lit of push by Sam, he kniw he wants her but can he commit? Although a short story, it was long enough to cover the important parts. Some bits are difficult to read, but persevere it’s worth it.

4 Heroic Stars ****
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I’m really pretty boring. I’m a Coastie wife and a mother who loves to write romance.
I don’t have much spare time because my boys have a better social life than I do, and I’m usually busy playing chauffeur or being a cheerleader to one of the many sports they’re involved in.
I was born in Wisconsin but now live on the West Coast.  I’m an animal lover, wannabe Rock Chick, Diet Dr Pepper addict, and stealer of pens.

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Salvatore by Natasha Knight


Title: Salvatore
Series: Benedetti Brothers #1
Author: Natasha Knight
Genre: Dark Mafia Romance
Release Date: July 18, 2016

It all started with a contract signed by him, then by me, while our families watched. While my father sat silent, a man defeated, giving his daughter to the Benedetti monsters.

I obeyed. I played my part. I signed my name and gave away my life. I became their living, breathing trophy, a constant symbol of their power over us.

That was five years ago.

Then came the time for him to claim me. For Salvatore Benedetti to own me.

I had vowed vengeance. I had learned hate. And yet, nothing could have prepared me for the man who now ruled my life.

I expected a monster, one I would destroy. But nothing is ever black or white. No one is either good or evil. For all his darkness, I saw his light. For all his evil, I saw his good. As much as he made me hate him, a passion hotter than the fires of hell burned inside me.

I was his, and he was mine. 

My very own monster.


I owned the DeMarco Mafia Princess. She belonged to me now. We had won, and they had lost. And what better way to teach a lesson than to take from them that which is most precious? Most beloved?

I was the boy who would be king. Next in line to rule the Benedetti Family. Lucia DeMarco was the spoils of war. Mine to do with as I pleased.

It was my duty to break her. To make her life a living hell. My soul was dark, I was hell bound. And there was no way out, not for either of us. Because the Benedetti family never lost, and in our wake, we left destruction. It’s how it had always been. How I believed it would always be.

Until Lucia.

Author’s Note: Salvatore and Lucia’s story is a steamy standalone romance with a happily-ever-after. No cliffhanger and no cheating. It is intended for mature readers.

 Review by Paula:
It all started with a contract Lucia was given to Salvatore Benedetti. Lucia Demarco’s mafia father lost and gave up his daughter to Benedetti at the age of 16 after Lucia finished school she was all Salvatore’s. Salvatore was next in line to take over from his father and no one goes against his father.  Will Savatore have a change of heart? Will Lucia stop being so stubborn and open her eyes to Savatore ? Drama, suspense and romance all in one, this book will have you thinking all the twist and turns. Who is bad? Who is good?  4 stars
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USA Today Bestselling author Natasha Knight writes dark romance as well as spanking romance in a variety of genres including contemporary, paranormal, post-apocalyptic, science-fiction and fantasy. She is a #1 Amazon Bestseller in multiple categories forever searching in every story for that single most important element of love. All of her stories contain at least one kinky Alpha male, lots of dirty talk and a well deserved happily ever after.
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Locked Away by Riann C. Miller


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Review by Paula:

Isabella sneaks in her dad’s office and over hears that she’s actually not his real daughter and Isabella life changes. Isabella is sent to live with her so called cousin Kate ,Gavin and Kiran. So many secrets so many lies in her life will Isabella ever be happy? Isabella meets Kiran and sparks fly they both fall for each other but Kiran doesn’t fall in love but will Isabella change that? Great story from beginning to end loved it! Drama very suspenseful!  Just like the first book to the series! Got the answers to many questions in this book! 4 Stars

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Kiran Clark has kept his love life simple: no commitments, no relationships, no attachments of any kind. Lately, his reputation has left a lot to be desired, and his guilt is more than he is willing to admit.

Moving to a new town, Kiran vows to start fresh and let go of his old ways, but life did not prepare him for Belle Paasch.

Belle lived most of her life locked away from the world, but when she collides with Kiran, she is unprepared for what he has in store. When the shadows of Belle’s past threaten the only people she has ever cared about, she is forced to sacrifice her new life for the sake of those she loves.

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I slide out from under Isabelle and walk to the bathroom. I quietly close the door and flip on the light to look at myself in the mirror. “What the fuck is wrong with me?” I mumble. I splash water on my face as uneasiness settles in. Somehow, I’ve allowed Isabelle to get under my skin, and I have no idea what I can do to keep her. If I even want to keep her. Shit, of course I want to keep her, that’s the problem. When it comes down to it, though, what I want doesn’t matter.

Every damn time she talks about her life in Mexico, I do my best not to act disappointed that she plans to return to her old life, but it’s getting harder every second I’m with her.

I walk back into the bedroom where Isabelle is sound asleep. Her blonde hair is spread across her pillow. Her back slowly rises and falls. My heart speeds up just from looking at her. I pull the chair up next to the bed and I continue to watch her peacefully sleep.

I’m twenty-five years old, and I’ve spent my entire adult life avoiding the exact situation I’m in: feeling vulnerable and powerless to another person. Even though she knows she means something to me, Isabelle has no idea the control she wields over me, and for my peace of mind, I hope she doesn’t discover how much she really means to me before I discover if I have what it takes to keep her.

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Stoned by Mandi Beck


Come get Wrecked with Stone and Willow in this second chance Rock Star Romance!

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“A rock star with no rhythm is a man with no soul.” – Stone Lockhart

As the lead singer of one of the hottest bands to hit the rock scene, fucks are free, drugs come easy, and music is life.

For as long as Stone can remember, Willow has been his music – the notes that weave his soul together.

His rhythm.

Until he threw her away.

All he has left is a handful of pills and a few lines of powder to make him forget her.

And he tries, over and over.

Clean and ready to make things right, he’s faced with the fact that Willow’s moved on. She’s not the same girl he cast aside. Willow’s a woman sure about her purpose in life. Sure about who she’s meant to love.

Stone may be lost without his rhythm, but Willow has found so much more.

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Review by Claudia:

After the prologue I hated Stone. But I wanted to know what had happened between Willow and him, and if he’d be man enough to get her back. Come chapter one and after a long tour, Stone arrives at his home. Not what I expected, but it was a great set up to bring him down to his lowest. Miss Beck delivers a soul wrenching, heart breaking story of two broken souls who loved each other once and have to grow in order to find themselves. With a beautiful, blunt prose and a great cast of characters, Mandi kept my attention from beginning to end. 5 Stars!

Review by Victoria:

I will preface this with a trigger warning: addiction, abuse and rape.
If you love a rocker with a bad streak, you will love Stone. Coming from nothing, Stone and his band Wrecked hit it bigger than they dared dream and he did it all with Willow by his side. She’s the rhythm of his heart, his muse and raison d’être. But what happens when you royally mess that up?
Willow is a strong woman, beat down by the love of life. She runs for herself and for her heart before Stone can completely destroy her. But what happens when your love follows you?
Stone and Willow were your definition dysfunctional relationship, but can they really be fixed and make it work?
This is such an up and down story. They draw you into their world and hold your heart tight. I fell in love with Willow’s strength to walk away when she needed to and Stone’s loyalty is one that is only found in Disney tales. But bear in mind, this is no fairy tale. They do deal with very real and very heartbreaking subjects. 4 Stars.

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Willow isn’t a performer. She’s too honest and pure for that. She plays and sings with her heart. If she’s mad, she sings angry shit. Happy, she smiles throughout the whole damn song making you smile too. But I know the moment I hear the chords of “Over,” this set she’s working on is all me. She can’t see me in the corner here, but she sings for me nonetheless, and I feel every fucking word. Every last note as she pours her heart out. This is a Willow that was always reserved for me. She never wanted to be in the spotlight. We begged her to be in the band and not just help write the music, but she said no, over and over. But when it was just her and I, this was the Birdie I got. We would play for each other for hours, late into the night, sometimes it would lead to us fucking, and other times it was because we had just finished, our bodies sated, but our souls still full of passion and adrenaline. A naked Wills wearing nothing but a guitar is the most beautiful fucking sight in the world and just thinking about it now makes me hard.

“Stone? Babe? Wake up, I can’t sleep.” I can hear her but can’t make my eyes open to see her. The bed shifts and then dips. Willow straddling my lap has my eyes opening slowly, blinking the sleep away. I suck in a breath when I can finally focus. My beautiful Birdie is sitting astride me, completely naked except for her brand new custom Martin. Her fingers lovingly stroking over the fret board. “I wrote you a new song,” she whispers excitedly. Peering up at her, I can see the excitement on her face, the love in her whiskey-colored eyes. As she starts playing I shift. My bottom lip clamped between my teeth I gently tug the sheet lower down my legs inconspicuously. She begins singing and I feel a lightness wash over me. Her words like a balm on my now overly heated skin. Every time she opens her mouth, beauty pours from it, and I have the urge to fill her. Fill her any way that I can so that I can touch that music. Be her music the way she’s mine. Entranced, I watch as Willow falls into her zone, eyes closed, face intense in its peacefulness. As she hits the bridge, her voice raising an octave, I slip inside her. Pussy wet, always so wet when she gets like this, I thrust. Her eyes don’t open, but she softens, all of her relaxing into me. When I begin rocking back and forth, slowly, rhythmically in sync with the chords she plays, she falters for a beat. Gradually her eyes open, landing on mine just long enough for me to see all the love from moments ago turned to lust and a deep, needy want. She’s close. Thank fuck.

Careful to not bump the guitar, I slide my thumb to her clit and play her, same as she plays her Martin. Silently we make music together as her song envelopes us, breathier than before. I join in on the chorus, my raspy voice melding with hers as I fuck her, pushing us both over the edge.

Blissed out and with hands on her thighs, I smile wickedly, “Sing it for me again, Wills.”

I’m brought from my thoughts when Law elbows me. “Where’d you go, bro? You okay?” he whispers just as the song finishes and she takes a moment to sip from her mug. I’d bet money it was tea. She always drank tea to soothe her throat when she was serious about a session or we had a lot to work out in the studio.

“Yeah, man. Just thinking about Wills.” Shrugging sheepishly, I glance over at him before letting my gaze settle back on Willow. “I haven’t had to share her like this in forever, not even with you guys really. Not like this.” My voice is pitched low so that it doesn’t travel. “It’s fucking with my head a little. There’s never been a time that she wasn’t mine and that music wasn’t ours. Ya know?”


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Vivienne’s Guilt by Heather M Orgeron



Title: Vivienne’s Guilt

Author: Heather M Orgeron

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: July 14



Like a cancer, it festers, slowly stealing your life bit by painful bit.
What do you do when you have betrayed the love of your life but he is no longer there to grant you forgiveness? How do you carry the weight of your gravest mistake knowing there is no way to atone for it?
I’ve made a terrible choice–one that can’t be undone.
Hiding this secret is eating me alive.
But if it ever came out?
If it were ever discovered?
It would destroy everything.

They say you always want what you can’t have.
From the moment I laid eyes on Vivienne Parker, I knew I was fighting a losing battle. I want to believe that I’m better than this–that I wouldn’t cross that line–but deep down, I know if I were ever given a chance, there’s no way in hell I’d refuse.
She’s my uncle’s wife, so why does it feel as if she is mine?

***For ages 18+ due to adult language and sexual content.***


Review by Paula:

Vivienne is deeply in love with her husband Abbott unfortunately there was a accident and he dies. Living with the grief of Abbott dying Vivienne  needed help with the summer camp so his nephew Reid comes there to help and Vivienne can’t believe how much he looks like her husband. Well unfortunately while Vivienne is taking pills for panic attacks and thinking about her husband Abbott so much Vivienne takes it way to far with Reid. People get hurt in this book many times. Drama and shocking things happen. Wow I loved this book but hated how the main character(Vivienne)used excuses so much for everything she did. I loved Reid I wanted to hold him and tell him that he was a amazing guy! You will cry, get angry and feel deep emotions! 5/5 stars

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“Tillie, honey . . . let’s go!” I whine. Yes, whine. That is what spending every waking moment with a toddler has reduced me to. “Daddy will be here any minute!”

“No, no-no, no-no, NO! I’m not wearing this one!” my sweet angel screeches as she stomps her fat little foot on the bathroom tile. “I want the pink bow!” She turns her back to me and crosses her arms over her chest in a stance that lets me know she means business.

Dear Lord, here we go again with the freaking pink! If being the mother of a three-year-old girl has taught me anything, it is that they are serious about their pink, and you can’t rationalize with three-year-old girls. Ever. About anything. From the moment Matilda Grace could walk and talk, she has been a little tyrant! I am sure Abbott and I don’t help matters by catering to her every whim, but she is just too damn cute with her golden blonde hair, crystal blue eyes, and the deepest set of dimples you’ve ever seen. I know, we are going to regret it later, but we choose to enjoy her now.

“Baby girl, your dress is blue, just like your beautiful blue eyes,” I tell her as I hold the pink bow against the silky blue fabric of her dress. “See, the pink bow won’t match. Don’t you want to look pretty for your date with Daddy?”

Tillie tilts her head to the side as she considers this for a moment before coming up with a solution of her own. “Ummm, I sink pink is fwitty, Mommy, right? You said pink is your favorite, too! Pink is my faaaavorite, Mommy! We can just pick something else to wear that’s pink, and I get to wear the pink bow! That’s a great idea, right?” she suggests, a little too pleased with herself.

Sure, it’s a great idea. It’s not like we went shopping for a “date dress” and matching shoes only yesterday. It isn’t like it took her hours to pick a dress she liked. Now she wants to wear something else so she can match the dress to the bow, rather than matching the bow to the dress. I thought this stuff didn’t start until they were teens. Mommy needs to get creative fast. Abbott really will be here any second to pick her up.

He’s taking her to see Disney on Ice. She has no clue where they will be going, only that she has a birthday date with her daddy. She’s bubbling over with excitement, and I could not be more in love with that man. Seriously, I thought I loved him before Matilda, but there is just something about watching a man dote on his baby girl that multiplies that love tenfold.

Wow! Our baby will be three tomorrow. Where has the time gone?

“It’s a fantastic idea, sweetie, but I just remembered a surprise Mommy got for you. I think it will be perfect!” The word surprise, of course, captures her attention. She is all eyes as I rifle through the vanity drawer for a little crown that I bought for her to wear to a princess dress up party in a few weeks.

And there it is—that million dollar smile. As I pull the hairpiece from the drawer, I know I have won this round.

“Oh. My. God! Mommy! Is that for me?” she asks, practically bouncing out of her skin. “I’m going to be like a reeeeeal princess!” Tillie squeals in excitement.

“You sure will, sweet girl. Now hop up here on the stool so I can get it in your hair before you’re late.”

“Can I wear some make-ups?”

“Makeup is for Mommies,” I say as I slide the comb of the crown into the golden bun atop her head.

“Can I pleeeeeease just wear some lipsticks? Please? Please? Pleeeeease?” she begs with a pout. Oh God. Not the pout. I can never refuse that pitiful look, and she knows it. Manipulative little shit.

We settle on lip gloss and light pink blush. Just as I finish strapping her sparkly, silver dress shoes, there is a knock at the door.

“I believe your date is here, baby girl! Go answer the door!” Tillie sprints across the living room to the door and opens it just as I power on the camera. The sheer joy that crosses my beautiful girl’s face at the sight of her prince makes my heart skip a beat. Abbott looks like a dream in his suit and tie, perfectly styled blond locks, and the same striking blue eyes as Tillie. Her smile is radiant, and the look of adoration on Abbott’s face makes my eyes well up.

My girl is living her own little fairytale.

God, I love that man.

Abbott crouches down to her level and pulls a dozen pink roses from behind his back with one hand and swoops her up into his arms with the other. “You look stunning, Bossyrella!” he says as he kisses her chubby little cheeks. “Are you ready for our date?”

“Yes, Prince Abbott. Do you like my fwitty dress? And look,” she says as she points to the top of her head, “Mommy gotted me a real princess crown!”

“I love it!” he tells her as he leans over to give me a light kiss. “Great job, Momma,” he whispers against my lips. His scent and the warmth of his breath leaves me momentarily flustered.

“You didn’t do so bad yourself, Charming,” I say, and I give him a lingering look that lets him know just how significantly he will be rewarded for his efforts. “You two better get going or you’ll be late.”

Abbott glances down at his watch. “Mommy’s right. We better head out.” He sets Tillie down and reaches for her hand. “You don’t have too much fun with Cassie while we’re gone . . . and make sure you’re alone when we get back,” he whispers suggestively into my ear. He brushes his nose along my nape, causing the baby hairs to stand on end as a shiver moves through my body.

I smother my sweet girl in kisses and instruct her to have a great time. As I practically shove both halves of my heart out of the door, a pang of guilt hits me because of how much I am looking forward to some girl time.


About thirty minutes later, Cassie arrives armed with tequila and strawberry margarita fixings.

“Hey, hooker!” she says as she wraps me in her boney arms. “God, I’ve missed you!”

Cassie and I were roommates through all four years at Tulane University. We spent the first year together in the dorms before getting our own apartment. Both transplants from different states, we quickly became more than friends. Cassie and I are family. She is the only person I have beyond my mother, who still lives back home in Alabama, and Abbott. Abbott and I decided to settle down in Louisiana near the university because he’s from Georgia and I’m from Alabama, so we didn’t know how to choose. Also, I couldn’t bring myself to leave Cassie. Cassie grew up in and out of different foster homes in Mississippi and has no one else. She has no family. Although we have been here nine years now, she has yet to find “the one” or even come close. Cassie is the sister I never had and Tillie’s godmother. She spends every holiday with us, whether it is here in Magnolia Pines or back home at Mom’s house. Cassie is always saying how lucky she is to have us, but I know without a doubt that we are the lucky ones.

I squeeze her tight and give her a peck on the cheek. “I know, right? Three. Whole. Days. How did you survive without the Parker casa chaos?” I tease.

“Speaking of chaos, I’m sorry I missed my little BFF. Was she excited? Show me pictures. I know you took some, paparazzi.”

I pull out my iPhone and start scrolling through the pictures. “You should have seen her, Cass. She was so excited. Abbott got all dressed up for her and showed up with roses. If it wasn’t so damn sweet, I might’ve been a little jealous.”

“I need an Abbott. I swear he’s the only good one left. Tillie’s dating life is better than mine . . . and she’s dating her daddy.” She shakes her head. “I’m in such a rut, girl. My hand is tireddddd. I’m going through batteries like nobody’s business,” she divulges while waggling her eyebrows at me.

“You’re right . . . it isn’t my business. What happened to that one guy . . . Jared, Jacob, Jeremy . . . ? What was his name again?” I can’t keep up with this girl anymore.

“Jason? Yeah, uh, no. He was too into himself. I can’t handle all that cockiness. If you’re more into your own body than mine . . . you’ve gotta go. Doesn’t he know this body is a temple just begging to be worshiped?” she teases while running her hands provocatively down her front, tracing her tiny breasts and hips.

I shake my head and laugh at her silliness. “Speaking of your body, you’re looking really thin again, Cass. Are you eating? I swear you’re withering away.” Cassie has always been a stick of a girl. At 5’9”, she dwarfs my 5’3” frame. She could best be described as a beanpole, but don’t let that fool you. Cassie is absolutely stunning with her wavy red hair and green eyes. She could be a runway model. But I hate seeing her look sickly.

“I’m eating. It’s just stress, and my thyroid’s acting up again,” she says with a shrug. Sure it is.

“You’d tell me if something was wrong, right? I don’t want you making yourself sick again. I don’t want to mother you or overreact. I’m just worried.” Cassie has a bad habit of “forgetting to eat” whenever she’s lonely. She swears she doesn’t have a problem, but I lived with her long enough to notice that her stretches of not eating always occur during or immediately following a breakup. Maybe she was more into this Jason guy than she’s letting on. I feel myself begin to sweat, and my throat constricts. I’m apprehensive, but I have to tread carefully, or Cassie will shut down on me. I will just have to keep a closer eye on her.

“I’m fine, love. I swear it. I’ll even come over every night this week and hit up some of your good home cooking just to show you.”

“I’ll hold you to it. The boss’ll be excited to have her favorite playmate over for dinner every night,” I say as I wink at her. “Now, are you going to get this frumpy, old housewife drunk or are we going to sit here and stare at that bottle of Jose all night?”

“On it, sista!” Cassie grabs the blender from the pantry and sets up shop on the island counter.

I make myself comfortable on one of the bar stools and watch my best friend do her thing. Her tiny hips shake to the beat of some pop song blaring from her iPhone.

“So, how’s Momma Anderson? Have you spoken with her lately?” Cassie asks while chopping the stems off a handful of strawberries before adding them to the blender.

“Ugh, no. You know how she is. She’s constantly nagging me to visit her. No matter how often we go, it’s never enough. I get tired of hearing it, honestly. She will never truly forgive me for settling down here instead of going back home. If she misses us so much, she should just move here. We have nothing there but an empty house filled with memories of my father. It’s sickening. She keeps that place like a shrine to a man who left her for another woman. A woman ten years younger than him! It’s not like he died, Cassie. He’s out there somewhere with his new, younger wife and kids, and she’s stuck in the same old place.”

“Viv, I know she drives you crazy,” she says, “but you’re lucky to have a mother that loves you, worries about you, and wants you around. Don’t ever forget that.” Her face turns sad, and I’m having one of those all too frequent “foot in mouth” moments. “Some of us don’t have that. You have no idea how much I would love to have a nagging, bitching mother.”

“Oh God, I’m such a bitch. I know you’re right. You know my nagging, bitching mother loves you like her own, right?” And she does. Most of the time I’m convinced she would take Cass over me as her daughter any day. “I know it’s not the same thing, but you’re family. You have a family. Don’t ever doubt that.”

“I know it. I do,” she says as she wipes the tears just beginning to form in the corners of her eyes. “Gah, how did girls’ night turn into a pity party?” Cassie sniffs. “Get your ass up out of that chair and shake that sexy booty, Momma!”

For the next two hours, my best friend and I drink margaritas and dance until we drop. Then, we cuddle up on the couch in front of the fifty-inch flat screen to catch a few DVR’d episodes of American Idol. It’s nice to spend time with her like this. Just the two of us watching mundane TV. Just like old times.

Halfway through the second episode, I receive a text from Abbott. It’s a picture of him and Tillie at the show that he must have had someone else take. I can’t help the smile that spreads across my face at what a beautiful pair they are. She is his spitting image. Where I am unremarkable with my brown hair, brown eyes, and freckles, they are breathtakingly beautiful. I will never understand what Abbott saw in a plain Jane like me. Whatever it was, I hope he never loses sight of it.

“What are you making that shit-eating grin at over there? Is Abbott sexting you? He is, isn’t he? Gross!” Then, she runs over to check it out because the girl does not know the meaning of the word boundaries. She snatches my phone out of my hand, and she too cracks a huge smile. “Wow, Momma. They are something, aren’t they? Tillie is such a lucky girl to have a father that adores her the way Abbott does. Neither of us had that, ya know? I’m so happy our baby girl does.”

Before I have a chance to respond, the phone dings again. And, being the nosey bitch that she is, Cass reads it. “It’s lover boy again. He says I better be gone by the time they get back. They’re leaving now. Damn. And all this time I thought we were cool,” she jokes.

Thirty minutes later, as Cassie is packing up her things to head home, my phone rings. I don’t recognize the number, and since it’s after nine o’clock, I get a nervous feeling in my gut as I press the phone to my ear.


“Hi, is this the wife of Abbott Parker?”

“Yes, this is she. Who’s this? Did something happen?” Oh my God. Oh my God. Please let them be okay.

“This is Officer Thomas. There’s been an accident . . .”

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Heather M. Orgeron is a Cajun girl with a big heart and a passion for romance. She married her high school sweetheart two months after graduation and her life has been a fairytale ever since. She’s the queen of her castle, reigning over five sons and one bossy little princess who has made it her mission in life to steal her Momma’s throne. When she’s not writing, you will find her hidden beneath mounds of laundry and piles of dirty dishes or locked in her tower(aka the bathroom) soaking in the tub with a good book. She’s always been an avid reader and has recently discovered a love for cultivating romantic stories of her own.

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The Drifter by Kathy Coopmans

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To the outside world, Kray Brooks had it all growing up.

Wealth. The devoting parents.

The beautiful girlfriend.

Good grades.

All of it a lie, except her. The woman he left behind thirteen years ago to try and achieve his real dream… to become a musician.

Life doesn’t always go according to the plan you set out for yourself.

Sometimes, you drift. Become lost, lose hope and crash.

For thirteen years he’s been drifting wherever his guitar takes him, avoiding his past. Never thinking of his future.

Not once did he think it would all catch up to him. Until it did.


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Review by Victoria:

he Drifter is a story of loss and hurt that we’ve all felt. What do you do when the love of your life walks out? Rori didn’t know until she did. Rori and Kray were young, in love and planning the escape the hurtful, damaging influence of Kray’s father until Kray decided he didn’t want to drag Rori down with him and left her behind.
Both drifting for years, they’re driven back into each others lives in none other than Sin City. Their love can either break them down completely this time or lift then higher than ever before.
This is a story that can take a bit to get into with some long winded inner monologues but I promise it’s worth it to get through.
Will you drift with them and experience how love can lift you higher than you ever thought possible?   3.5 Stars


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“You in there or what?” Josh nudges me with his hip. His finger rises up to tap me on my temple, startling me out of my slumber. I stumble forward, damn near tripping over a guitar case that’s sitting on the edge of the sidewalk. I should be paying attention to where I’m going. There are many people here singing and offering up some sort of trick for money up and down this strip. Only the ones who can carry a tune catch my wandering eye for more than a second. Not that they all don’t deserve my attention, but the people who sing have a raw, natural talent. I become lost in their voices. Attuned. Familiar. There’s no sweet, tender, or rough and seductive voice close by. Therefore, whoever owns this particular case isn’t singing, or otherwise I may have pulled Josh to a sudden stop to listen before tumbling over it like an idiot. “Shit. Sorry about that,” I tell the man I notice standing up against the brick wall without looking at him. This is what I get for thinking about things I shouldn’t. “It was my fault,” Josh comments as we both bend down to shove the few dollar bills that fell out back into the case. The man behind us just mumbles something incoherent. I instantly feel worse for some reason. He’s worked hard for this money. In the heat no less. And here I am, scrounging around to make sure I gather it all up while assholes walk around me not giving a shit there are two people squatted down on the sidewalk. They just step around us, not bothering to offer help. Insensitive assholes. I reach into my purse and toss a hundred-dollar bill inside the case. I know most of these people spend their money on booze and drugs. I don’t care. Well, I do, really. They should be using it wisely. But who am I to judge? I only wish I could have heard him sing before we walk away. The talent they have is remarkable. It’s sad, really, how I enjoy listening to them sing on these streets for food, a home, or more than likely a fix of alcohol or drugs. I can’t help it; those voices carry me away. Some of them are truly mesmerizing. Wasted talent on a dirty street. I’m sure some are runaways with dreams shattered and hopes burned. This is the only way they know how to survive. The Hollywood record producers should listen to some of these talented people instead of shoving their lying butts into the faces of the fake boob Barbie to either get in her pants or rake her back over hot coals, sucking as much money out of her as they can. If only the rich would seek out the poor. To lend a hand to those who only think life has fed them nothing but shit. For these people to see that no matter how bad your life has been, if given the chance or a choice, you can become whoever you want to be, even if you’re alone doing it. I turn to the man whose face is darkened by the way he stands. His face is completely out of my sight with his chin tugged down to where it’s almost touching his chest. One black, shiny-booted foot rests up against the wall. His jeans hang low. He’s wearing a faded gray t-shirt that, if I’m correct, was black at one time. It also looks way too small, because my god, is it tight across his massive chest. He has shoulders any woman would love to reach around and grab as he lies on top of her. I’d give anything to see his face. To hear him sing. To observe and dissect his talent.

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USA Today Best-Selling Author Kathy Coopmans, lives in Michigan with her husband Tony where they have two grown sons.

After raising her children she decided to publish her first book and retiring from being a hairstylist.

She now writes full time.

She’s a huge sports fan with her favorite being Football and Tennis.

She’s a giver and will do anything she can to help another person succeed!

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Like A Boss by Logan Chance





Author: Logan Chance

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Release Date: July 14th

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Theo Sullivan is the new boss of The Lopa, a classy tiki bar in the heart of South Beach, Miami.

Little does he know, a certain bartender doesn’t think he has what it takes to make it.

Personalities collide as Penelope Marks goes against the boss and tries her hardest to defy him.

Theo is determined to be a success.

Penny is determined not to lose.

What happens if these two get more than they bargained for?

What if the one person you want more than ever is the one person you hate even more?

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Review by Susan:

This is one of the best books I’ve read this year, it’s amazing!  I devoured it in one sitting, I was taken on an emotional roller coaster and spat out at the end. Everything about this book is  perfect, the sex scenes literally scorch the pages. Told in dual point of view, which I love. But the ending why, WHY!!! If the author had been standing in front of me when I finished I would of punched him in the face! A great debut novel and I can’t wait for the next book in the series. Wish I could give it more than 5 Stars!

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Let’s be honest, most men aren’t even that damn picky, but tonight I craved above average. It’s why I picked Nectar—the hottest place to be on a Friday
night—but while sexy, curvaceous asses and pumped up plastic tits painted the room like a surgeon’s personal advertisement billboard, I wanted something
closer to the liquor in my hand. I wanted a girl fresh out of the damn bottle, warm in my mouth, burning on the way down, and fucking me up until I
couldn’t see straight. I wanted the good shit.


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Logan Chance enjoys the simple things in life. Star Wars, music, and pretty girls. Always in trouble at school, he was made to copy the dictionary while
the others played. This began his word fascination.

With a love of words he then realized he loved stringing those same words together to create stories to inspire all.

From Boston, and relocated to Florida, he lives out his days writing, reading, and avoiding the beach.

Not afraid to tell it how it is, Logan is definitely a man of his own.



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