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March 14, 2018

ONLY YOU BY MELANIE HARLOW - BLOG TOUR AND ARC REVIEW

Nate Pearson is ridiculously handsome and wears the hell out of a suit and tie, but I've seen the parade of beautiful women leaving his apartment across the hall-a different one every time-and I want no part of it. When it comes to romance, I'm looking for something real, something that will last: the happily ever after.

As a divorce attorney, he loves to tell me there's no such thing.

As a wedding planner, I choose to disagree.

We disagree on almost everything, in fact. Everything except James Bond. The only time we really get along is when we're watching 007 flicks together, and I'll admit-he has rescued me from a disaster or five. So when one of the baton twirlers from his parade leaves a baby girl at his door with a note that says "I'll come back for her" and he begs me for help, I can't turn him down.

But it's a mistake.

Because watching him with his daughter, I start to see another side of Nate, a side that has my breath coming faster, my body craving his, my heart longing for him to change his mind about love and tell me there's a chance for us.

I don't want to be just another girl leaving his apartment in the morning.

I want to be the one he asks to stay.

I enjoyed this title. As always, it was well written and with characters that you find yourself both liking and relating to.

Nate is a divorce attorney, and he is jaded about love and all of the things that go with it, stating more than once that marriage ends in expensive divorce. Emme is a wedding planner...who sees love, and marriage a little differently.

Insert a baby Nate didn't know he had, and this is a book about the journey of a man who not only opens himself up to the love of a child, and being able to love that child but learning that being closed off to love is actually lonely, and results in him being seen by those around him, as a person he is not all that fond of and who comes across as cold.

I enjoyed this overall. It was romantic. I loved him much Nate paid attention, how he made things about Emme, how he listened to things that mattered to her as he became the person who wanted a relationship from the guy who wanted nothing to do with commitment of any kind.

The character cameo was wonderful. It's always great to see characters you loved from previous books, and this was a wonderful addition to the story.

For me, I wanted a little bit more of the Nate/Emme relationship prior to the arrival of the baby. There was not much, and you get a sense of who he was, and of their relationship, but it is told and not shown. While this didn't ruin the book for me, it was something that I wanted more of. For me, the catalyst of the relationship growing from friendship was Nate's daughter. And, while this happens, and is realistic, I wanted to see what they were before, to give an idea as to where they both started prior to the arrival of a baby on the porch.

I did enjoy this overall, the relationship was engaging and I enjoyed getting to know Nate, his daughter, and Emme.

I recommend this title.

Excerpt

“So did you mean what you said last night? About me?” He grimaced, his eyes closing briefly. “I’m sorry about that. I shouldn’t have said it.” “But you think it, right? That I’m a little girl living in a fantasy world?” “No.” He put a hand on my shoulder. “I think you’re an optimist. I think you see good in people they don’t even see themselves. You build people up—especially me.” “You?” I laughed a little. “You don’t need me to build you up.” “Hell yes, I do. You think I’d have been able to handle this whole fatherhood bombshell if you hadn’t been here? If you’d said, ‘That’s what you get for fucking around, asshole. Good luck.’” I shook my head, a strand of hair coming loose from my bun. “I’d never have done that.” “I know.” He tucked the strand behind my ear and moved his hand to the back of my neck. His eyes dropped to my lips. “But I would have deserved it.” I held my breath. Things seemed to be happening in slow motion. His forehead came to rest on mine. And then our noses touched. Our eyes closed. An eternity passed, his lips a whisper from mine. Either one of us could have initiated a kiss. A slight lift of my chin. A little drop of his head. The question—will we or won’t we?—hung there between us, even as his closed lips brushed mine, eyelash soft. I wanted nothing more than to wrap my arms around his neck and fit my body flush against his, but my wrists lay inert on the edge of the sink. Suddenly he spoke, his breath warm against my mouth. “You know that dream you have, the one where you really want to do something, you’re desperate to do something, but you’re paralyzed?” “Yes,” I whispered. “I think I’m having that dream right now.” “Me too.” And then I felt it, the gentle pressure at the back of my neck, pulling my head toward him. It was all I needed. Our mouths came together firmly this time, our lips opening, and I angled my body toward his, throwing my arms around his neck. His hands explored my back while his tongue explored my mouth, and he backed me into the corner, his hips pinning mine against the hard stone counter. He kissed with a fervor and intensity that surprised me, his mouth traveling down my neck, his fingers threading through my hair, pulling the pins loose, his body giving off heat that mine hungrily absorbed. I wanted to get closer to him, wished I could feel his skin against mine. I rose up on tiptoe to press against him, my back arching to fit the question mark curve of his body. He felt big and strong and reassuring, exactly how I wanted him to feel. I wasn’t even sure what it was I wanted reassurance about… My desirability? Our chemistry? Something new and different happening between us? He swept his lips to the other side of my throat, a necklace of soft, insistent kisses that warmed my blood. When his mouth returned to mine, the kiss grew hot and frantic. He reached down and hiked the hem of my skirt to my waist, and I immediately jumped up, wrapping my legs around him. His hands moved under my ass and he carried me like that into the living room, never lifting his mouth off mine. When he reached the couch, he knelt on it and tipped me backward, stripping off his shirt and stretching out above me. My hands moved lightning fast over hot skin, solid muscle. Chest and arms and back—I couldn’t get enough. His hand stole beneath the T-shirt I wore and I arched my back so he could reach underneath me and unclasp my bra, then moaned softly at the feel of his palm over my breasts. Moving down, he shoved the shirt and bra up to my neck and put his mouth on me, his lips, his tongue, his teeth, my nipples hardening into tight little peaks that begged to be licked, sucked, teased, tortured. What are we doing? What are we doing? What are we doing? screamed a voice in my head. I ignored it, hooking my arms beneath his and pulling him up so I could kiss him again. I didn’t care what we were doing. It felt way too good to stop.

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About Melanie:

Melanie Harlow likes her martinis dry, her heels high, and her history with the naughty bits left in. When she's not writing or reading, she gets her kicks from TV series like VEEP, Game of Thrones, House of Cards, and Homeland. She occasionally runs three miles, but only so she can have more gin and steak. Melanie is the author of the AFTER WE FALL series, the HAPPY CRAZY LOVE series, the FRENCHED series, and the sexy historical SPEAK EASY duet, set in the 1920s. She lifts her glass to romance readers and writers from her home near Detroit, MI, where she lives with her husband, two daughters, and pet rabbit.

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March 12, 2018

ONLY YOU BY MELANIE HARLOW - RELEASE BLITZ

Nate Pearson is ridiculously handsome and wears the hell out of a suit and tie, but I’ve seen the parade of beautiful women leaving his apartment across the hall—a different one every time—and I want no part of it. When it comes to romance, I’m looking for something real, something that will last: the happily ever after.

As a divorce attorney, he loves to tell me there’s no such thing.

As a wedding planner, I choose to disagree.

We disagree on almost everything, in fact. Everything except James Bond. The only time we really get along is when we’re watching 007 flicks together, and I’ll admit—he has rescued me from a disaster or five. So when one of the baton twirlers from his parade leaves a baby girl at his door with a note that says “I’ll come back for her” and he begs me for help, I can’t turn him down.

But it’s a mistake.

Because watching him with his daughter, I start to see another side of Nate, a side that has my breath coming faster, my body craving his, my heart longing for him to change his mind about love and tell me there’s a chance for us.

I don’t want to be just another girl leaving his apartment in the morning.

I want to be the one he asks to stay.

Read Only You Today!

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Add to GoodReads: http://bit.ly/2C4DIEs

About Melanie:

Connect with Melanie:

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Amazon: http://amzn.to/1NPkYKs

Website: http://www.melanieharlow.com

March 8, 2018

ONLY YOU BY MELANIE HARLOW-EXCERPT REVEAL

Only You, an all-new sexy and emotional standalone from USA Today bestselling author Melanie Harlow is coming March 12th!

Synopsis

“You know, even an alpha male can have feelings occasionally.” “Oh?” She crossed her arms and leaned back against the counter, giving me the evil eye. “Yes. He doesn’t have to be hard as granite all the way through, all the time.” Don’t think about being hard. Don’t think about being hard. Don’t think about being hard. I leaned back against the opposite counter and sort of held my glass in front of my crotch. “Why are you even concerned with alpha males? You’re never attracted to them.” “What? Yes, I am!” “No, you’re not.” I knew her type well. “You’re always saying how you don’t want to be rescued, you want someone willing to show affection and talk about feelings, you don’t like arrogant or competitive guys or guys who always have to win, you like guys who get along with everyone—” “What’s wrong with that?” “Nothing. But that’s not an alpha male.” She chewed her bottom lip. “But look at Bond. Who is he so worried about protecting? Why is he so driven to kill the bad guys? There must be people he cares about more than himself to put himself in harm’s way so often.” “Maybe he just likes the thrill of the chase.” “Maybe he’s more selfless than you think.” “In this case, I think we’re going to have to disagree.” She sighed heavily, and I knew I had disappointed her by ending the argument in a draw instead of winning or losing it. Any other night, I might have kept it going, but there was something odd going on with me, something that had me wanting to close the distance between us, set her up on the counter, slip my hands beneath that fuzzy white sweater she had on, see what her legs felt like wrapped around my hips. But I knew better. Get her out of here before you do something stupid. “Hey, you got fortune cookies? I didn’t see those.” She reached for the little cellophane bag. “I forgot about them.” “Can I have one?” “You can have them both.” She took one out and cracked it open. “A ship in harbor is safe, but that’s not why ships are built.” “Very deep.” She ignored me and went on to the next one. “You have to keep breaking your heart until it opens.” Her lips pursed. “Hm. I don’t want a dangerous ship or a broken heart.” I laughed at the anguish in her tone and expression. “It’s not funny,” she said, shoving pieces of cookie in her mouth. “It means I’m doomed to be unhappy. And then I’m going to die in a shipwreck.” “It means you take things way too seriously.” I tipped back the last of the bourbon in my glass, and set it in the sink. “Well, I’ve got an early morning at the gym tomorrow.” She popped the rest of one cookie in her mouth and brushed off her hands. “I’m going. What time is it anyway?” I checked the digital clock on the microwave. “It’s 11:11.” Her face lit up. “Ooh! Make a wish!” “What?” “It’s 11:11, you have to make a wish.” She closed her eyes for a couple seconds, her lips moving as if saying a silent prayer. Then she opened them. “Did you do it?” I laughed. “No.” “Nate! Hurry up! Make a wish.” She glanced at the clock and flapped her hands agitatedly. “I don’t have a wish to make.” “So make one for me, then. And do it fast, before it’s 11:12.” This time it was my turn to roll my eyes, but secretly I wished that the next guy she fell in love with would love her back the way she deserved, and she’d be happy. But I didn’t close my eyes, and I didn’t move my lips, so she had no idea whether I’d made a wish or not. “Did you do it?” She looked concerned. “Yes.” “For me?” “Yes.” Her mouth fell open for a second. “What was it? What did you wish for me?” I started to laugh as I left the kitchen. “Nice try, Calamity. Even I know you don’t tell a wish if you want it to come true.” The credits were still rolling on the television, and I picked up the remote to turn everything off. “Oh, now you believe in wishes?” She sat down on the couch and tugged on her fluffy boots. No, I wanted to tell her. I don’t, because I learned a long time ago that wishes and prayers and hopes don’t mean anything. No one is listening. But I didn’t tell her that, not only because she was looking up at me with my favorite expression of hers, the one daring me to fight back, but because at that very moment, I heard a noise in the hall. A strange and oddly terrifying noise. I looked over my shoulder toward the door, thinking I must have imagined the sound. Then I heard it again—the unmistakable, ball-shrinking, cringe-inducing sound of a baby’s wail.