August 21, 2017

READY TO RUN BY LAUREN LAYNE-REVIEW TOUR


Named Best Book of the Month by Amazon and iBooks


READY TO RUN
I Do, I Don't #1
Lauren Layne
Releasing Aug 22, 2017
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The Bachelor meets The Runaway Bride in this addictive romance novel about a reality TV producer falling for her would-be star: a Montana heartthrob who wants nothing to do with the show.


Jordan Carpenter thinks she’s finally found the perfect candidate for Jilted, a new dating show about runaway grooms: Luke Elliott, a playboy firefighter who’s left not one but three brides at the altar. The only problem? Luke refuses to answer Jordan’s emails or return her calls. Which is how she ends up on a flight to Montana to recruit him in person. It’s not Manhattan but at least the locals in Lucky Hollow seem friendly . . . except for Luke, who’s more intense—and way hotter—than the slick womanizer Jordan expected.

Eager to put the past behind him, Luke has zero intention of following this gorgeous, fast-talking city girl back to New York. But before he can send her packing, Jordan’s everywhere: at his favorite bar, the county fair, even his exes’ book club. Annoyingly, everyone in Lucky Hollow seems to like her—and deep down, she’s starting to grow on him too. But the more he fights her constant pestering, the more Luke finds himself wishing that Jordan would kick off her high heels and make herself comfortable in his arms.

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I keep thinking it is going to happen, that one of these days Lauren Layne is going to write a book that I don't love. Maybe a character I don't connect with, or a setting that I don't connect with. A pet I find irritating. Something.

Well, this was most certainly NOT that book. And, really, I don't actually think this is going to happen. if you have read Lauren Layne before, you know exactly what I am talking about. If you haven't, what are you waiting for?

I loved this title. The premise, so new and it felt different. The idea of a fireman who had jilted numerous brides (or had he???) and the television producer who thinks that it is impossible to believe that someone wouldn't want the opportunity to be a part, the central figure, of a reality tv series.

Jordan and Luke have intense, and instant chemistry, but their lives are so different it is difficult for them to see why they would ever be able to work out. Even if Jordan were to give up on the idea of Luke being a part of the show, she is a New Yorker, and one who left small town life, intentionally. For reasons that, I think, would result in a lot of us doing the exact same thing.

Luke is small town, but in a good way. In the way that there are people who lie in small towns because they like knowing everyone, and being a part of the closeness that only exists in a small town. Working as a fireman in this town is a way of life for him, it is protecting the town, and the people in the town, and it is what makes him who he is. Luke protects the people that he loves, whether it is leaving the am of a wedding, pulling them (and the occasional cat) out of a burning building, or keeping their secrets, even at a cost to himself.

Layne almost makes living in a small town sound good. And, as someone who understands where Jordan is coming from (I grew up in a smaller town and there is no way, none, that I can see myself going back for longer than a visit) this was quite a trick.

You like Jordan. She isn't selfish, and she isn't really looking to exploit Luke, she is just convinced there is a story there, in the idea of someone who has left not one, not 2, but 3 brides...on the day of their wedding. And, she is right, there is a story. It just isn't what she was expecting. I am not going to say what it is here, but I am going to say that it works. It feels real, and that it would compel the people involved to act in the ways they do...and really, that is what matters in a book, that you can believe that the people in the story are acting the way real people would. As long as this is an element, you can make just about any story work.

Neither was falling in love with Luke. But, that happened too. And, the way it is resolved, and the inclusion of the stories of the people in the town as the "what happened" around those weddings starts to become clear, well, you fall in love with Luke right along with Jordan.

Go read this one. You will be glad you did.

I recommend this title and I can't wait to read the next one.



I have to admit reality TV shows about love are just not my thing. Lauren Layne writing about them? Definitely my thing. Ready to Run is the first book in a new sexy, sweet and fun series from Lauren Layne and I absolutely loved it. It's full of the heart and wittiness I've come to expect from this author.

I adored Jordan. She's determined, focused and just plain fun. She had me laughing with how she handled Luke initially. I loved how she carried herself throughout the book. She's on a journey that she wasn't prepared for-not just for work, but emotionally as well, and the way the author weaves all of that together is fantastic. This is a character I want to hang out with, even if it means becoming running buddies...and I hate running.

Luke had me swooning. Hot, sexy, and a fireman to boot? He's guarded which just made me want to peek inside him to see what made him tick. He positively stole my heart and is one of my favorites heroes from this author.

There's an undeniable chemistry between these two characters. There's a spark, like two pieces of flint rubbing together, and once the inevitable fire starts? It's safe to say I thought my kindle would melt in some spots. The connection that is formed between these two is sweet and special.

I love the secondary characters in this book. Luke's firefighting friends had me cracking up. I loved how these people added to how Luke's story, I loved how they encouraged Jordan to push him. This is one small town where I'd love to go visit.

The pacing in this book was spot on. I never felt rushed nor did I feel the story lagged anywhere. It simply flowed from start to finish. The writing is sharp and fun. I thought this was a fresh look at a reality show based romance...because it's about more than the show. You become invested in these characters and their lives. I didn't want this story to end.

Lauren Layne has another hit on her hands with Ready to Run-and I'm eagerly awaiting the next book in this series. I recommend this book.





Lauren Layne is the New York Times bestselling author of romantic comedies. She lives in New York City with her husband.

A former e-commerce and web marketing manager from Seattle, Lauren relocated to New York City in 2011 to pursue a full-time writing career. She signed with her agent in 2012, and her first book was published in summer of 2013. Since then, she's written over two dozen books, hitting the USA TODAY, New York Times, iBooks, and Amazon bestseller lists.




August 18, 2017

HAVOC BY LARAMIE BRISCOE-RELEASE BLITZ




Title: Havoc
Series: Moonshine Task Force #3
Author: Laramie Briscoe
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: August 18, 2017

Blurb

When a marriage of convenience turns into the passion of a lifetime…

Holden “Havoc” Thompson
My job as the leader of the Moonshine Task Force is my life. I eat, breathe, and sleep it. The men under my command mean the world to me. Knowing they count on my guidance has kept my demons at bay for longer than I care to admit.

The control I have over myself is an iron fist that sometimes threatens to squeeze the life out of me. What I want more than anything is to live again – let go of the hurt smothering every bit of light I have in this darkness.

I don’t expect it to come in the form of a Moonshiner’s daughter needing my protection.

Leighton Strather

My whole life has been defined by who my family is. In the state of Alabama, we’re number one with a target on our backs. The danger and prestige isn’t for me. I don’t care about the money, and I care too much about the families we’ve ruined.

My brother and my dad are proud of it. They wear their arrest records like a badge of honor. Me? I want as far away from the lifestyle as I can get.

It’s the only reason I ask Holden to marry me. At least that's what I tell myself.

I never expect his whispered yes to cause such upheaval in my life. Even though I resist, I learn some havoc is good – and this one? It’s a whirlwind of lust, hope, and love and all I can do is let it sweep me away.



I am back and forth on this one. Did I like it? Yes. Did I think the past books were, maybe, a little more of a focus in this one than they were in the others? A little, yes.

Havoc and Leighton are, and aren't, a marriage of convenience. there is an attraction between them, and they are both curious where the relationship will take them, but they both seem reluctant to move to the next step with their marriage. Leighton is worried that the leader of the Moonshine Task Force is able to forget that she is the daughter of the biggest moonshiner in the area. Havoc is worried about the age gap. Although it is not really addressed, the impression is that he is about 15 years older than Leighton.

I could just never totally figure out the reason that they were so reluctant to move past the marriage in name only portion of the relationship. It is clear they are both interested in seeing where things go, and that they are both interested in the other.

For me, this lack of understanding as to why they were waiting kept me from being able to fully engage with the book and the characters. I liked it overall, but I wanted to see more of them together, and less of them deciding how things would possibly progress.

I do recommend this book, overall.

 



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Author Bio


Laramie Briscoe is the best-selling author of the Heaven Hill Series & the Rockin' Country Series.

Since self-publishing her first book in May of 2013, Laramie Briscoe has published over 10 books. She's appeared on the Top 100 Bestselling E-books Lists on iBooks, Amazon Kindle, Kobo, and Barnes & Noble. She's been called "a very young Maya Banks" (Amazon reviewer) and her books have been accused of being "sexy, family-oriented, romances with heart".

When she's not writing alpha males who seriously love their women, she loves spending time with friends, reading, and marathoning shows on her DVR. Married to her high school sweetheart, Laramie lives in Bowling Green, KY with her husband (the Travel Coordinator) and a sometimes crazy cat named Beau.

August 15, 2017

BEARD IN MIND BY PENNY REID-BLOG TOUR

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Beard in Mind, an all new standalone in the bestselling, romantic comedy Winston Brothers Series by Penny Reid, is available NOW!

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All is fair in love and auto maintenance.
Beau Winston is the nicest, most accommodating guy in the world. Usually.
Handsome as the devil and twice as charismatic, Beau lives a charmed life as everyone’s favorite Winston Brother. But since his twin decided to leave town, and his other brother hired a stunning human-porcupine hybrid as a replacement mechanic for their auto shop, Beau Winston’s charmed life has gone to hell in a handbasket.
Shelly Sullivan is not nice and is never accommodating. Ever.
She mumbles to herself, but won’t respond when asked a question. She glares at everyone, especially babies. She won’t shake hands with or touch another person, but has no problems cuddling with a dog. And her damn parrot speaks only in curse words.
Beau wants her gone. He wants her out of his auto shop, out of Tennessee, and out of his life.
The only problem is, learning why this porcupine wears her coat of spikes opens a Pandora’s box of complexity—exquisite, tempting, heartbreaking complexity—and Beau Winston soon discovers being nice and accommodating might mean losing what matters most.


I love Penny Reid. I love Penny Reid because she writes smart, complicated, real stories. There's humor and heart in all of her work. This story touched a chord in me and had me in tears more than once-and gave me one hell of a book hangover when I was done with it.

Shelly Sullivan is probably one of my favorite characters that Penny has ever written. Discovering who she was and all of her quirks was so immensely satisfying. She absolutely broke my heart-and she's someone I just wanted to sit with and hug. I loved seeing her grow in this book, I loved seeing her learn to trust Beau. I think she's an incredible character, and someone that is probably more relatable than people would initially think.

Beau Winston might just be my second favorite Winston brother. Cletus is my favorite but Beau? He's right up there. He's exactly what Shelly needs, even though he doesn't realize that right away. He has his own world rocked a bit in this story (I won't mention why since that's a spoiler) and I applaud and appreciate how he handles himself. I loved watching him fall for Shelly and work through his emotions for her.

These two have chemistry-it cracks right off the page. They're a great example of an enemies to lovers story, though once you understand Shelly you'll see it's not really an enemy type of situation at all. It's just Shelly. But put these two together and they just combust-and I thoroughly enjoyed that.

The supporting characters in this book are great, they always are. I adore the Winston's and I love, love, love that we got to see Quinn and Janey Sullivan again as well. I love how these books connect to one another and how these characters interact.

The writing is sharp, witty, smart and sweet. The book just flows in its own Winston way (that's totally a thing I've made up based on how the other books in this series flow). It just works. As I've mentioned, there were parts of this book that moved me to tears. This is a book I will read again and one that I highly recommend.




She’d taken the sofa, in her own house, and given me the bed. That didn’t make a lick of sense. I crouched next to her, threading my fingers into the silky hair at her temples. “Honey.” “Mmm.” I bent to whisper, “Shelly.” “Hmm?” “I’m going to carry you to your bed. I’ll take the sofa.” “Mmm.” I grinned at her soft noises, at the untroubled expression on her face, and how her brow—even in sleep—still looked regal and stern. Sliding my arms under her legs and shoulder, I picked her up. And, unfortunately, that woke her up. She jerked in my arms. “What are you doing?” “I’m taking you to the bed.” “Don’t do that.” “I don’t mind, I’ll take the sofa.” Our mouths were just inches apart, and hers was distracting. She squirmed. “Put me down.” Sighing unhappily, I did. I set her on her feet next to the couch. The blanket pooled at her feet and I stepped back to give her some space. It was dark, but I could see her just fine, and that meant I had to force my eyes to remain above her neck. The woman was wearing two pathetic scraps of fabric as pajamas. A thin little tank top and shorts. That’s it. I set my jaw and turned to the side, waiting for her to walk past. “Where are you?” I glanced at her and realized she couldn’t see at all. She didn’t have a hand out, but the way her eyes were moving about the room gave away her blindness. “I’m here.” I didn’t touch her, because if I did, I wouldn’t want to stop. Shelly turned her head in my direction and took a deep breath. Still she didn’t reach for me. I didn’t know the specifics of what to expect after her Friday session, but I recalled Dr. West saying something about Shelly doing self-guided ERP exercises over this week. “Can you see?” She licked her lips, her voice sandpapery. “Because I can’t see at all. It’s so dark.” “I can see.” Unbidden, my eyes dropped to her body, to the swell of her breasts, the panel of bare stomach, the curve of her hips. Pinpricks of heat raised over my skin and I curled my hands into fists. She shuffled forward and I caught her before she bumped into me, setting my hands gently at her waist. “Let me take you to your room.” My voice was rough, for obvious reasons. Saying nothing, she brought her hand to my forearm, her body gently colliding with mine. And then her hand on my arm slid up my bicep to my shoulder. “Shelly.” I was running out of breath. “I like this.” “What?” “Touching you.” Oh fuck. I held still and endured her hands moving over my body, down the front of my shirt, stopping at the hem, then pushing it up. “Take this off.” I did. I pulled the T-shirt over my head and let it drop to the floor. We stood there, facing each other in the dark, not touching. Despite the session on Friday and the progress that had been made, I realized she wasn’t quite there yet. Dr. West was right, Friday was just a step, the first step. Shelly wasn’t able to initiate contact. Not yet. Her hands balled into fists and she swayed forward, her breath struggling little puffs. If anything was going to happen tonight, I had to initiate it. I had to be the one to touch first. God, how I wanted her. How I wanted her above me, beneath me, surrounding me. But how could I? “I know why I hesitate,” her voice was breathless, “but why do you hesitate?” “Lots of reasons.” “Give me one.” “I don’t want to you use you.” “I wish you would.” That pulled a laugh from me, just a small relief from the mounting tension. My eyes moved over her body, an undeniable impulse to devour the sight of her, her legs, stomach, chest, then up her neck to her lips. “You asked me on Saturday if sex was a big deal for me, or if it was you. The answer is both.” She held very still, and I got the sense she was holding her breath, straining to listen. “You are a big deal to me. I don’t want a fling. I don’t want a flirtation. I want promises.” “What can I promise you?” That you’ll love me. That I’ll be your priority. She shifted her weight from foot to foot. A spike of anxiety that she might leave me like this had me acting without forethought. I lifted my hands to her waist again and immediately, her fingertips skimmed over skin of my lower stomach in response, making my muscles tense in hot anticipation. She grew more assertive as she caressed my sides, abdomen, ribs, chest, shoulders, and then back down. Shelly stepped closer, a hint of thrilling contact between her breasts and my torso, and all the words and worries melted from my mind, died on my tongue, suffocated by the feel of her body, and the possibility of this moment. Her finger hooked in the waistband of my jeans. “Take these off.” Her hand turned, her fingers and palm cupping me over my zipper. Instinctively, I pressed myself into her touch even as I grabbed her wrist. “Beau, I promise—” She didn’t get to speak, because I kissed her, hard and wild, unbuttoning and unzipping my fly with one hand and bringing her palm inside my boxers with the other.

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MY HOT BOSS BY BETTY SHREFFLER-RELEASE BLITZ






Title: My Hot Boss
Author: Betty Shreffler
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: August 15, 2017

Blurb

Emma

From the moment I met Grayson Cole, I knew he was someone I wanted to let in my panties and maybe, even in my heart. One night, one sexy-as-sin kiss, and several drinks later, our incredible evening turns into a disaster and I’m apologizing for the vomit spatter on his fancy, black shoes. I never thought I’d see him again after that, no matter how many nights I spent wishing I would. Until a month later, he waltzes into my office as—MY NEW, HOT BOSS. I’m so screwed.

Grayson

She was meant to be a fun f*ck. That’s all I wanted. That’s all I needed. But Emma Williams could never be just that for me. The quirky, brunette vixen challenges me at every opportunity. My desire to have her has me working for her affections, like I’ve never done before. What is this woman doing to me? Not only am I her Boss, but I don’t do feelings. There’s only one way I see this ending. I’m f*cked for sure.




This was my first book from Betty Shreffler. I enjoy a good office romance every now and again and this blurb sounded fun. An office romance set in a book publishing setting? Sign me up! This was a light, fun, read that I got through very quickly.

I liked both Emma and Grayson for the most part. I do think they had chemistry between them and I believed in that. I liked that Emma was strong in her career path; she knew what she wanted and wasn't afraid to put herself out there. Grayson was a decent boss, but was a little more selfish than I'm used to. There's chemistry between them but I just felt they were lacking a bit in depth.

There were some moments where I had to suspend my belief in how an office works though throughout this book. No spoilers, of course, but there are some situations that would have raised some HR flags for sure. Sometimes in a book that adds to the passion, that touch of forbidden. What happened here was just so out in the open that I couldn't believe that it would realistically happen.

The pace of this book was good. It's a bit of an insta-love which can work in some situations and I think this book was one of those situations. This was a quick, light read for me. I will try this author again and recommend this for a quick read.




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Grayson

             The erotic book in my hand is barely distracting me from the stunning woman lying in my bed. Her dark, wavy hair is cascading over the pillow and the sheet barely covers her. From my chair, I have a perfect view of the curve of her back, narrow waist, and luscious ass. She groans as she moves and my cock hardens from the sound. She’s learned I have certain tastes in the bedroom. I’d never belittle or hurt a woman, but I do like some kink. No doubt she’s a little sore from the vibrator I used. If the sounds of her moans and the two orgasms meant anything, I’d say she liked it very much. My lips curve from the memory of her face when I brought it out and then again when she reached her first climax.

Reaching down, I adjust my semi into a more comfortable position. Little does Emma know how often she gives me a hard on. It’s like I’m a fucking teenager again with an uncontrollable snake in my pants that becomes alert and ready anytime it gets a whiff of her pussy.

What’s even more confusing is what I’m feeling for her. I’ve never been patient with sex. I’ve seduced, got what I wanted, and moved on. It’s been this way for years. No woman has ever mattered enough that I wanted to be patient, careful, and even considerate of her emotions. But Emma’s inside my head, an itch I can’t satisfy until I have her, all of her. With her, I want to take the seduction slowly. I’m enjoying it. She appreciates everything I do, and I find myself upping the ante just to win her affections.

Fear isn’t something a man likes to admit to others, let alone to himself, but I feel it. It’s there. I’m afraid I’ll hurt her. I want her to trust me because if she gives me her trust, I’ll have her. But, then what? She’ll be another conquest and I’ll what, get bored like I always do, lose interest? Or will it be me that burns? If I let her in, I’ll have to change. I’ll have to give her the trust I know she’ll want from me. Am I even capable of giving it, of loving someone?

She stirs in her sleep and I watch her. Emma has no idea she’s the first woman to have stayed the night with me. It’s probably why I’m up at two a.m. reading because I can’t sleep. Not with her lying next to me, smelling like sex and jasmine, and breathing so peacefully it pains me to look at her.

“Grayson,” her voice is a sleepy whisper.

I continue watching her move. The sheet falls from her breasts as she sits up and turns to face me. The question in her eyes kills me. She’s concerned why I’m not in bed with her. Stepping from the bed, she approaches. Her dark, little patch above her pink lips annihilates my remaining control over my cock.

“Can’t sleep?” she asks, her voice so sweet it breaks me.

I extend my arm and she slides onto my lap and lies against my chest, like we’ve been doing this for years. The scent of jasmine fills my nostrils and I lean against her hair, breathing her in. The touch of my hand caressing her back releases a pleasured moan from her lips. Lips that can easily bring me to my knees, if I’m not careful.

“Sorry to wake you. I read when I can’t sleep.”

Laying her head on my shoulder, she looks at my book. “What are you reading?”

Undo This Night.”

“Will you read it to me?”

The corner of my mouth raises. “You want me to read it out loud to you?”

She giggles and the sound widens my smile.

“Yes.”

This is unexpected, but I like it. She continues to surprise me. I can never predict what Emma will do, and it’s something I adore about her. She keeps me on top of my game.

“From the beginning or where I’m at?”

“Where you’re at.”

My attention returns to the book. “I raise Tiffany’s ass in the air and slap it once, twice then spread her cheeks. Reaching for the condom I tossed on the bed, I sheath it over my cock, then rub against her pink, tiny hole. Looking over her shoulder at me tells me she wants me to fuck her hard. It’s been two weeks since I’ve seen her and by the needy look in her eyes, she knows I won’t be gentle.

Emma’s hand reaches into my sweatpants and circles my raging hard on. Each stroke makes it harder to focus on the words.

I slam into her tight pussy and latch onto her hips, using them as leverage to fuck the moans right out of her mouth.”

Emma pushes the book out of her way and straddles me with her knees tucked into the cushion of my chair. Her mouth slams down on mine and I toss the book to who-fucking-cares where. Lifting her from the chair, I wrap her legs around me and pull her ass up against my aching erection and move her over it.

“Grayson, I want you. I want to feel you inside of me.”

“No other men, Emma. If you’re with me, you’re with only me.”

“I don’t want anyone else.”

Laying her on the bed, she watches as I remove my sweatpants. My cock is at attention and her eyes go right to it. She moistens her bottom lip and it jumps at the sight of it. The last time that tongue touched my dick, she stole a chunk of my heart. Wicked little thing she is.

“Let me get a condom.” I move toward the dresser and she extends her legs, trapping me between them.

“Don’t need one. I’m on the pill.”

My chest tightens. Sex without a condom is something I don’t do. Fuck me, she’s got me between a rock and a soft, little pussy I’m dying to feel. I turn to her and crawl above her on the bed. “Just this once. I want to feel you come all over my cock.”

Her gray eyes are locked on mine and her mouth tilts into a lascivious grin. I close the space between us and kiss her. Spreading her legs, my dick slides across her slick pussy. She’s already soaking wet for me. I raise my hips and plunge into her.

Cock-melting heat surrounds me, she’s so tight I barely have to move to get the friction I need. Pushing in further, she lets out a whimper.

“Am I hurting you?”

“No, you feel incredible.”

“Emma, I want to give you slow and sensual, but I don’t think I can. I want to fuck you until you’re calling out my name.”

“Please, fuck me,” she begs.

Her needy plea puts me into action. One hand takes hold of her neck and the other tucks under her leg, raising it as I thrust into her hard. Every time I pull out and slam into her, I feel the blood racing to my groin. The familiar tingle is at my back; she’s spewing cuss words and calling out my name. Another thrust and her orgasm pours over me and it feels perfect.

My jaw clenches and I release into her. It’s a high I’ve never had and the moment it happens, I know I’m ruined. There’s no way I can go back to a condom with her.

Lying on the bed, she’s sprawled out across my body in a deep sleep with her head tucked into my neck. My fingers are combing through her hair and I’m watching the ceiling, replaying different scenarios in my head. Every single one ends with the same fear—one of us getting hurt.


Author Bio

Betty Shreffler is a bestselling author of paranormal romantic suspense and contemporary romance. She writes sexy and suspenseful stories with hot alphas and kickass heroines with twists you don’t expect. She also writes beautiful and sexy romances with tough women and their journeys at finding love. Betty is a mix of country, nerdy, sassy, sweet and a whole lot of sense of humor. She’s a fan of photography, reading, watching movies, hiking, traveling, drinking wine, and all things romantic. She lives with her amazing hubs and five fur babies; two rescue pups and three cats. If she’s not writing or doing book events, then you can find her behind the lens of a camera, in the woods, or sipping wine behind a deliciously steamy book.


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August 14, 2017

IRRESTISTIBLE YOU BY KATE MEADER-RELEASE BLAST


Three estranged sisters inherit their late father’s failing hockey franchise 
and are forced to confront a man’s world, their family’s demons, 
and the battle-hardened ice warriors skating into their hearts.


IRRESISTIBLE YOU
Chicago Rebels #1
Kate Meader
Releasing Aug 14, 2017
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Hot in Chicago series author Kate Meader returns with her all new, scorching Chicago Rebels hockey series, featuring her signature “steamy sex scenes, colorful characters, and riveting dialogue” (Romantic Times). Three estranged sisters inherit their late father’s failing hockey franchise and are forced to confront a man’s world, their family’s demons, and the battle-hardened ice warriors skating into their hearts.

Harper Chase has just become the most powerful woman in the NHL after the death of her father Clifford Chase, maverick owner of the Chicago Rebels. But the team is a hot mess—underfunded, overweight, and close to tapping out of the league. Hell-bent on turning the luckless franchise around, Harper won’t let anything stand in her way. Not her gender, not her sisters, and especially not a veteran player with an attitude problem and a smoldering gaze designed to melt her ice-compacted defenses.

Veteran center Remy “Jinx” DuPre is on the downside of a career that’s seen him win big sponsorships, fans’ hearts, and more than a few notches on his stick. Only one goal has eluded him: the Stanley Cup. Sure, he’s been labeled as the unluckiest guy in the league, but with his recent streak of good play, he knows this is his year. So why the hell is he being shunted off to a failing hockey franchise run by a ball-buster in heels? And is she seriously expecting him to lead her band of misfit losers to a coveted spot in the playoffs?

He’d have a better chance of leading Harper on a merry skate to his bed…

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I enjoyed Remy and Harper, overall. Their connection was steamy and you believed in the connection, and I loved the idea that as a player and owner, the relationship was just a little taboo. As with any relationship in which the connection, and the relationship itself, is against the rules, the connection is important, you have to believe that the characters would risk being discovered, that it would be worth it for them. I definitely believed this about them, and that made it fun.

But, I thought there was maybe a little too much of the focus on the taboo. The idea that Remy is a veteran player, upset at even being on the team, and that Harper is a female owner, it started to overpower the relationship just a little for me, and that was a shame as I thought the connection between them suffered a little as a result. There's a lot of build up of the connection, and then the focus seems to switch to the reason they are taboo and away from the connection, which made it a little tough to stay fully engaged with the characters.

The shift from the complete engagement with the main characters also allowed you to really start to get an idea about the secondary characters. This is the first book in the series, so there was some of the build up of the other characters, and this definitely makes you look forward to the next books in the series, as you really like all of the characters and want to see this team succeed. 

I do recommend this title and I am looking forward to the other books in the series.






Originally from Ireland, USA Today bestselling author Kate Meader cut her romance reader teeth on Maeve Binchy and Jilly Cooper novels, with some Harlequins thrown in for variety. Give her tales about brooding mill owners, oversexed equestrians, and men who can rock an apron or a fire hose, and she’s there. Now based in Chicago, she writes sexy contemporary romance with alpha heroes and strong heroines who can match their men quip for quip.