RELEASE WEEK BLITZ, 5 STAR REVIEW & GIVEAWAY: Too Hard to Forget (Romancing the Clarksons #3) by Tessa Bailey

Title: TOO HARD TO FORGET

Author: Tessa Bailey

Series: Romancing The Clarksons, #3

On Sale: April 25, 2017

Publisher: Forever

Mass Market: $7.99 USD

eBook: $5.99 USD

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The third book in New York Times bestselling author Tessa Bailey's Romancing the Clarksons series about four siblings on a cross-country road trip, perfect for fans of Gena Showalter and Julie James!

This time, she's calling the shots.

Peggy Clarkson is returning to her alma mater with one goal in mind: confront Elliott Brooks, the man who ruined her for all others, and remind him of what he's been missing. Even after three years, seeing him again is like a punch in the gut, but Peggy's determined to stick to her plan. Maybe then, once she has the upper hand, she'll finally be able to move on.

In the years since Peggy left Cincinnati, Elliott has kept his focus on football. No distractions and no complications. But when Peggy walks back onto his practice field and into his life, he knows she could unravel everything in his carefully controlled world. Because the girl who was hard to forget is now a woman impossible to resist.

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I received an advanced copy of this book with the promise of an honest review. 

This is the type of book that makes me thankful that I started reading romance. I'm not sure I can put into words how I feel about this book, but I am going to try my best. 

First of all, I love this series. And with every book that comes out, it just gets better. I enjoyed Rita's story and then Aaron came along and made me like his uptight ass. And now we have Peggy. Those of us in Tessa's Facebook group have known about the book for a while now and she has been teasing the hell out of us. Giving us little snippets from the book and showing us the photos she used for inspiration. So by the time I received my ARC, I was more than ready to read it.

On the surface, Peggy and Elliot's relationship doesn't seem that complicated. He's the coach. She's the cheerleader. They have sex. Really hot sex. Seems simple enough, right? WRONG. They met a an extremely stressful time in Elliot's life. Peggy noticed Elliot and made sure that he noticed her. And she let him know that if he wanted her, he could have her. And he did. A lot. In secret. But then Elliot took advantage of that and treated her in a way that he now regrets. Then he went and shattered Peggy's heart. When she returns for alumni weekend, the two of them are forced to deal with their past relationship. Peggy wants to move on and while at first Elliot wants nothing to do with her, he FINALLY sees that having her in his life can only be a positive thing.

Sweet baby Jesus this book is HOT. Maybe it's the older man/younger woman thing they got going on. Or the fact that it has a bit of that taboo vibe (aka "this is wrong for us to feel this way") to it. Or maybe it's because Tessa Bailey is a freaking unicorn and can make pretty much anything hot as hell. Or maybe it's all of the above. Seriously y'all. Peggy and Elliot's chemistry is off the charts hot. Like ghost pepper hot. There were moments when I thought "I don't think I've ever read anything this hot in my life." 

So to sum up, at first I was like:

And then I was like: 

But beneath all the sexiness there is a really sweet story. Despite their differences, Peggy and Elliot are great for each other. They understand each other more than they want to admit and they are at their happiest/content when together. Peggy is even able to help Elliot with important things happening in both his personal life and professional life. And even though Peggy was doing it because she truly is a genuine person, it allowed Elliot to see that. He had been looking at her through a certain lens and Peggy's actions in this book shattered that lens. Elliot realized that he completely and unfairly underestimated Peggy as a human being. And that only intensified his feelings for her. And that leads to Elliot fighting for her love. Their relationship is explosive, but sweet and I loved every single moment of it. 

This is my favorite book of the series and I may or may not have gone back to reread sections because I can't get enough. It's just that good. We only have one more book left to go in this series. BELMONT & SAGE. Oh my god. I have a feeling that their book is going to send me to an early grave. Because once again, Tessa has teased us with enough to make us all want more. She tugged at my heart strings and OH MY GOD I NEED TO KNOW THE WHOLE STORY. But I take comfort in the fact that I am not alone in this. And now I am going to get a head start and form the "I've finished the Romancing the Clarksons series and I need someone to hold me" support group. 

EXCERPT

“I don’t know, Peggy.” He whirled on her, closing in until she was forced back onto the desk. “I had an All-American on my squad this morning and now I don’t. That’s all I know.” He pointed a finger toward the window. “I solve problems down on the field. Saving people isn’t my job.”

Saving people. God, there was such a wealth of regret and pain in those two words. But he couldn’t hear it and she couldn’t address it. Letting him know she saw right through his façade to the hurt beneath might force Elliott to close himself off. “You didn’t always limit yourself. Why are you doing it now?”

“Accepting things that can’t be changed isn’t a limitation. It’s realistic.”

“But how will you know if something can’t be changed unless you try?”

“When it comes to certain things, Peggy, trying leads to losing.” He was in her face now, the mint from his toothpaste familiar and inviting where it slid over her lips. “And I don’t lose.”

No one ever stood up this man but her, and she wouldn’t be cowed now. “No? You’re out a receiver.” She hitched herself up on his desk. “I’d call that a loss.”

The tips of his shoes met Peggy’s, his hands gripping the furniture on either side of her hips. “Who do you think you are, little girl? Coming into my office and telling me what I’ve done wrong?” His eyes were brilliant in their vexation, the attraction he was trying so hard to fight. “Where do you get the goddamn bravery?”

“The bravery is what you liked best about me,” she breathed, heat sizzling in a downward V toward her thighs. “Isn’t it?”

“No. That bravery is what almost led to my downfall.” His hands found her bottom, jerking her to the edge of the desk. “I resented it. Still do.”

“Liar,” Peggy whispered, easing her thighs wider. “You’re dying for an excuse to head for another downfall.” When her legs were as open as she could spread them, she leaned up to Elliott’s ear and let her breath shake loose. “One thrust.”

Elliott’s right hand came up out of nowhere, molding over Peggy’s mouth as his hips crowded into the notch of her legs. With a quick maneuver to recline her halfway back, Elliott’s erection found the apex of her thighs, delivering an aggressive pump against her underwear that sent a scream climbing up Peggy’s throat, only to be trapped by his hand. Knees jerking up out of reflex over the rush of sensation, an orgasm almost—almost— broke past the surface, sending her waters rippling out on all sides. Her legs wanted to hug Elliott’s waist, her voice wanted to beg for one more, one more, one more, but he shook his head, denying her, even though his gaze was hot, a low groan issuing from his harshly masculine mouth.

He leaned in and nipped the lobe of her ear. “Next time, ask for two.”

THE ROMANCING THE CLARKSONS SERIES

TOO HOT TO HANDLE, #1

TOO WILD TO TAME, #2

TOO HARD TO FORGET, #3

TOO BEAUTIFUL TO BREAK, #4

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Tessa Bailey is originally from Carlsbad, California. The day after high school graduation, she packed her yearbook, ripped jeans, and laptop, and drove cross-country to New York City in under four days. Her most valuable life experiences were learned thereafter while waitressing at K-Dees, a Manhattan pub owned by her uncle. Inside those four walls, she met her husband, best friend, and discovered the magic of classic rock, managing to put herself through Kingsborough Community College and the English program at Pace University at the same time. Several stunted attempts to enter the work force as a journalist followed, but romance writing continued to demand her attention.

She now lives in Long Island, New York with her husband and daughter. Although she is severely sleep-deprived, she is incredibly happy to be living her dream of writing about people falling in love. 

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I was rich, single, and connected, which meant a steady diet of beautiful women wherever I went.

I really did think I had the perfect life.

Until I went and married a supermodel I’d just met, and everything changed.

Of course there were choices. But the word annulment meant giving her up, and I never give up anything. Still, I was a bachelor at heart, and having a wife, well, I didn’t really know what to do with that.

After only forty-eight hours of marriage, I had already gone and screwed everything up.

Now I have thirty days to prove to my new wife that I’m husband material. There’s only one problem—I don’t even know what husband material means. However, I’m certain that won’t stop me from excelling at it.

My wife tells me it isn’t going to be easy. That I have numerous issues to overcome.

First, there’s my jealousy. It needs to be tamed. Did I flip over the fact that her latest picture was causing men around the world to do dirty things all over the covers she graced? Hell, yes. I couldn’t help myself though. When her photo went viral, my caveman instincts kicked in, and I demanded she quit her job and stay home—barefoot and pregnant in my kitchen. I can work on that, right?

Then there’s my mother. I need to convince her that my new wife is not the money hungry floozy she called her. Did my mother actually call her that? Yes. I can’t help it that my mother wants me to get rid of my new wife. The problem is what my mother wants, she always gets one way or another. Still, turning my mother’s opinion around can’t be that hard, can it?

There are many other issues, but according to my new wife, those are minor compared to the biggest one—she says I will never be able to accept being tied down.

Don’t worry—I got this one. I intend to prove to her in no uncertain terms that being tied up, down, or horizontal is just what this Upper East Sider needs.





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Copyright © 2017 by Kim Karr

I was making a hell of a lot of assumptions.

The most important that the dude she was with wasn’t her boyfriend. Poaching another guy’s girl wasn’t something I was into.

That didn’t mean I wouldn’t.

Not that it mattered, she was nowhere in sight.

Just as I was about to give up on ever seeing her again, I spotted her.

Finally.

I’d been looking for her since she walked through the club door, and that was hours ago.

None of that mattered now though because she was looking right back at me, and this time I wasn’t letting her out of my sight.

Adrenaline raced through my veins. I had to meet her. Know her. And yes, fuck her.

She was close.

So close.

She’d sat in a booth across from me, right on the end. We weren’t even ten feet from each other, yet it felt way too far away.

My cheeks grew wide all on their own volition. Fuck, I was smiling like a smitten schoolboy.

Calm the fuck down, I told myself.

She’s just a lay.

But then she smiled back at me with an upward tilt of her luscious lips that not only told me she’d noticed me, but that she liked what she saw, too, and all bets were off.

My body acted on its own. My dick, too.

I had to have her, and I knew I’d do whatever it took to get her.

As soon as I thought the words, any semblance of control I’d had went out the window and my cock went stone hard.

Images of her and me, naked, slick with sweat, and rolling around in the sheets flashed through my mind. I couldn’t stop them.

“James, are you listening to me?” A voice prickled through the air.

Not wanting to be distracted, I nodded and kept my eyes on the gorgeous woman across from me. The woman who was now standing up, taking another guy’s hand, and heading toward the dance floor. The same guy she’d walked in with.

What the fuck? Where had he come from? He wasn’t there a minute ago.

I practically drooled when she walked past me and I caught an up-close glimpse of what she was wearing—a knee-length tighter-than-hell black skirt and some kind of matching slinky top that showed off her taut stomach and beautiful tits.

I couldn’t keep my eyes off of her. She might have been walking with another guy, but her gaze never left me. It was like there was an electric current traveling between us and I knew what I had to do—claim her.

Make her mine for the night.

Standing, I didn’t bother to tell anyone I was with what I was doing. I didn’t want to waste time. I headed toward the dance floor. I have to say, in all the years I’d been coming to his club, I’d never stepped foot on it. Dancing wasn’t my thing.

Tonight, though, anything she was doing would be my thing.

The throng of people seemed to eat her up and I lost her in the sea of bump and grind. The DJ had put on a seductive mix of current songs, clips and pieces that when spliced together sounded really dirty. And it seemed everyone loved it that way. The crowd surged around me, bouncing, wiggling, moving to the beat. Individuals. Couples. Triples. They all moved. Clusters joined together and broke apart in unison. The entire club had gone feral. They weren’t dancing—they were fucking with their clothes on.

I was game for that.

Instinct jabbed at my gut and I kept moving toward the center. The closer I got, the more people there were. Heat and sweat and laughter surrounded me. Women moved in front of me, pressing their bodies close to mine, trying to get me to move to their beat. So very much unlike me, I ignored them all. Not even a smile formed on my face nor did a short flirtation escape my throat. I had to find her.

My blood surged through my veins when I spotted that mess of red hair bouncing. That body moving. Those hips rocking. As if she could sense my stare, she looked my way.

Damn, she was beautiful.

I was hit with full-on attraction.

Instant lust.

Step by step, I made my way toward her. The dude that had led her to the pits of hell was in his own world, as if he just liked to move. There was a decent distance between the two of them so whatever they were, it was far from intimate, or I told myself that was the case anyway.

Normally, I wouldn’t be such an ass, or maybe I would—who the fuck knew, I’d never been in a situation like this. But without a second thought, I tapped the guy on the shoulder.

He turned around.

I bobbed my chin toward the gorgeous vision in front of him. “Mind if I cut in?”

I almost laughed at myself. I’d never used words like that before.

They both glared at me.

I didn’t care. I wanted her, and I wasn’t leaving the dance floor without at least trying.

And I always got what I wanted.

Luckily, he didn’t deck me. It wouldn’t have been good for him. Instead, he started to dance a circle around me. “Sure, man, no problem,” he yelled over the music.

With him out of the way, she was all mine for the night. She just didn’t know it yet. My eyes darted to hers and my body moved closer. “Lindsay, nice to meet you,” I said, getting as close to her as I could.

She continued to glare at me. Hmm…that was not the reaction that I had expected. She practically swallowed me whole with that glance, but I swore I could see her pulse throbbing in her neck in excitement. “How do you know my name?” she asked.

“How could I not? You’re the most gorgeous girl in this place.”

Was I good, or what?

Those feline eyes assessed me, and I could tell she wasn’t impressed.

Okay, on second thought, that might have sounded a little cheesy. I reeled it back. “One my friends knew who you were.”

She nodded, but she still wasn’t moving.

I was.

And I was certain I looked like a damn fool.

“Dance with me,” I said.

This time she shook her head, but at least she was smiling.

Playing hard to get.

I liked it.

REVIEW & EXCERPT TOUR: Lost Rider (Coming Home #1) by Harper Sloan

  

 

In Lost Rider, the first Western romance in New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author Harper Sloan’s Coming Home series, an injured rodeo star encounters an old flame but will she be just what he needs to get back in the saddle?

Maverick Austin Davis is forced to return home after a ten-year career as a rodeo star. After one too many head injuries, he’s off the circuit and in the horse farming business, something he’s never taken much of a shine to, but now that it’s his late father’s legacy, familial duty calls. How will Maverick find his way after the only dream he ever had for himself is over?

Enter Leighton Elizabeth James, an ugly duckling turned beauty from Maverick’s childhood—his younger sister’s best friend, to be exact, and someone whose heart he stomped all over when she confessed her crush to him ten years back. Now Leighton is back in Maverick’s life, no longer the insecure, love-stricken teen—and Maverick can’t help but take notice. Sparks fly between them, but will Leighton be able to open her heart to the one man who broke it all those years ago?

Written in the vein of Diana Palmer and Lindsay McKenna, this Texas-set series is filled with sizzle, heart, and plenty of cowboys!    

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Maverick has suffered a career ending injury and in his quest to deal with that, he turned into a man he recognized all too well. Pair that with the fact that he is returning to a town he thought he would never return, to attend the funeral of the man he hates, and you got yourself a bit of a broken man. The first few hours of his homecoming are anything but ideal and it's clear that Maverick's homecoming is going to be an interesting one. 

Leighton has ALWAYS been in love with Maverick. The last time she saw him, he broke her heart into a million pieces. But now it is ten years later and Leighton is all grown up. She is nothing like that girl who had her heart shattered and she is not about to let that happen again. But unbeknownst to her, Maverick is also holding on to some feelings about her that he buried even before he left town. He had to let her go or else he would have never left town. Their reunion is massively explosive (both good and bad) and the whole town is there to see it. 

But here's the thing...Maverick and Leighton getting together is inevitable. Their paths were going to cross eventually considering Leighton is basically part of the family. Whether he returned now or a few years down the road, the two of them were going to get together. And that is just how it is supposed to be. Leighton was always going to be the one to bring him home and help him heal. 

Oh Maverick. Maverick. Maverick. Maverick. First impressions aren't really your thing, are they? When you first came home you were a cranky asshole and not willing to talk about anything or give anyone in your life some leeway with their grief. I was all set to dislike you (yes, I know that's how a lot of these books go), but then you realized what you wanted out of this new life of yours and you swept me off my feet, just like you did with Leighton. This book is one hell of a ride. I was super excited when I heard that Harper was writing a cowboy series and I was not disappointed. I mean, I can always use more cowboys in my life. And so can you. Go buy this book!!

EXCERPT

I should tell Quinn and Clay that he’s here. But one look at him and it’s like the last ten years have never passed and I’m back at the bonfire, the awkward high schooler uncomfortable in her own skin. Marching away from him in the woods. It was the last time I saw him. How is it possible that he can affect me this much after all this time?

He hasn’t noticed me, not with his head bowed, so I quickly turn around and focus on Pastor John as he finishes up his prayer. Him being here means nothing. I should be happy that I remember the pain from that night so well, it will make keeping my walls up around him so much easier.

“On behalf of the Davis family, I want to thank everyone for coming today. At this time, the family has asked for some time alone as they say their good-byes. They wanted me to remind everyone that the PieHole will be opening up for a few hours tonight starting at five for anyone that wishes to join them.”

I keep my arm around Quinn, not looking back to where I saw Maverick. I can hear the church slowly emptying and I feel a frown pull at my lips. I had hoped that when everyone started to leave that he would have come up front to be with his family, but so far, the pew we’re in is still empty save for the three of us. We sit and wait for everyone to leave, something that Clay had asked Pastor John to make arrangements for in place of the customary recessional, knowing that no one in this town would really mean a word of it anyway. Plus, I know Quinn is having a hard time. Regardless of the fact that she wasn’t the closest with her father, she was really counting on this—Maverick home. She’s still shaking in my arms, but when I look over at Clay I realize his silence isn’t because of the heaviness of Buford’s death, but instead anger over his brother’s absence that has started to build to a boil. I fear that he’s seconds away from tipping over the edge.

I stand when Clay and Quinn do, but hang back at the edge of the row we had been sitting in as they meet Pastor John and gather their father’s ashes. I can’t wait to get out of these heels. If it would have been acceptable to wear my boots, I would have, but Quinn would have killed me. As it is, I feel like I can’t take a deep breath with how tight my dress is against my chest. I never wear tight shirts. I haven’t since my boobs became beasts of their own right. I’m too busy fiddling with the straps of my dress, trying desperately to get some of the pressure against my chest to ease up so I could take a deep breath, when I heard Quinn gasp.

“Mav!” Next thing I know she’s running past where I’m standing, her black hair streaming in the air behind her as she speeds forward right into her brother’s arms. Clay moves to stand next to me and I look up to meet his green eyes, the questions he isn’t vocalizing dancing in their emerald depths. He’s not stupid and I’m doing a crappy job at hiding the memories haunting me right now. He gives me a small smile, shifting his hold on the urn to wrap his free arm around me and pulls me into a strong hold.

“You’re shakin’,” he says against my temple and I just nod.

“I’m good, Clay. Go see your brother.”

“I’m fine right where I am, sugar.”

I keep my eyes to the ground, focusing on his worn boots instead of looking up, hating myself for making this moment about me when I should be focused on them. Like it or not, I can’t fight the feelings that being near him bring me. I’m that stupid, naive sixteen-year-old all over again. “Let’s get out of here,” he says after a few silent seconds. I look up and give him a smile, hoping that it looks a hell of a lot braver than I feel. Inside I feel like I might puke.

“You think I could have a second with my family?”

My head shoots up at the coldness I hadn’t anticipated in Maverick’s voice. He’s not focused on me, though, instead looking at his brother with a hard expression and one brow raised upward.

“Mav!” Quinn gasps and he moves his attention from his brother to her.

“Sorry, Quinn, but I’m thinkin’ that Clay’s lady friend would understand that this should be a moment for our family and give us time alone.”

“I’ll just—”

“Don’t you dare finish that sentence, sugar,” Clay all but spits through clenched teeth and drops his arm to take a step forward. “You’ve got something to say, Mav, then say it.”

“Nothing to say, Clayton, I just think it would be nice for your girlfriend to give us some space.”

“My girlfriend,” he parrots sarcastically, his deep voice vibrating in anger.

“Mav.” Quinn attempts to butt in, but stops when Maverick leaves her side and turns to stalk out of the church. I should find it comical that he obviously didn’t recognize me, or hell, maybe he did and he’s just picking up where he left off ten years ago in the middle of the dark woods. I take a deep breath. “It’s okay. He’s right. Y’all need some time as a family. I’ll head over to the PieHole and start settin’ up for tonight.”

Quinn brushes a tear from her cheek and just shakes her head. I look at Clay to see him staring in the direction that his brother just left.

“You’re family,” he finally says, not looking in my direction.

“Clay, really, it’s okay. It’s been a long time since y’all were back together and I don’t need to be there for that reunion. It sucks that it takes all of this to finally bring him home, but he’s here and y’all need to make up for a lot of time lost.”

“Shut up, Leighton.”

“Don’t, Clay.”

“Don’t what? You’ve got every right to be here. You’re just as much a part of our family as he is. Hell, maybe even more so than he is at this point. So just shut up, come with us, and ignore him.”

I shake my head, the fight instantly leaving my sails, knowing I would be arguing until the end of time if I pressed this issue.

“I can’t believe he doesn’t even recognize you,” Quinn whispers.

Harper is a NEW YORK TIMES, WALL STREET JOURNAL and USA TODAY bestselling author residing in Georgia with her husband and three daughters. She has a borderline unhealthy obsession with books, hibachi, tattoos and Game of Thrones. When she isn't writing you can almost always find her with a book in hand. 

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RELEASE BLITZ, 5 STAR REVIEW & GIVEAWAY: Royal Player (All-Stars #1) by Katie McCoy

Title: Royal Player

Author: Katie McCoy

Genre: Romantic Comedy

Release Date: April 27, 2017

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Charlie Davenport is the bad boy of British tennis - and third in line to the throne. He’s a beast on the courts, and a wild animal in bed (according to all the tabloids). Girls are lining up for chance at his crown jewels, and when I stumble into the wrong Wimbledon dressing room and catch a glimpse of his game, set, AND match, I can see why.

So what’s a little good luck kiss between f̶r̶i̶e̶n̶d̶s̶ strangers? 

I know better than to get involved with a bad boy like Charlie. But now he’s on a winning streak, he thinks I’m his lucky charm - and you know what’s luckier than a kiss?

Everything.

Suddenly, I've got paparazzi on my trail, exes coming out of the woodwork — and you don’t know ‘cutthroat’ until you’ve seen a pack of hungry socialites set loose near the Royal Family.

I’m in way over my head, and even worse - I’m falling in love.  Can this American girl win her Prince Charming? Or will we both crash out of the championships in flames?

Wimbledon-meets-The Prince and Me in this hilarious, sexy new romance from Katie McCoy!

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By the time you read this review I will be on a plane to the UK trying to find my own ridiculously sweet, gorgeous, tennis playing prince. Okay, maybe not, but it sounds like a good plan doesn't it? So for now I will just make room for Charlie Davenport to join the rest of my book boyfriends. Welcome to the list Charlie!

Charlie is the bad boy of tennis. He has a reputation on and off the court, which shouldn't really be an issue, but he also happens to be a member of the royal family. He's the black sheep of the family and is constantly being scolded by his brother and/or the family's PR team. Playing the Prince has never appealed to him and he's not about to start now.

Emmy is spending the the summer in London with her friend Paige and to make some money she is working one of the tea tents at Wimbledon. One of her first tasks she is given results in her not only getting very lost, but stumbling upon a very naked Charlie. She has no idea who he is and before she knows it, she is giving him a good luck kiss. A good luck kiss that sets the rest of the book in motion.

Charlie. *sigh* I cannot express how much I love Charlie. He was basically the opposite of what everyone thought he was and yes, he's royalty, but he really just wanted to live a normal life. And Emmy couldn't have been more perfect for Charlie. She was caring, funny, laid back and although she had moments when she felt a bit overwhelmed by everything, she was able to roll with the punches. She also understood Charlie in ways that no one else could and was able to help his family understand each other. It was lovely to watch their relationship grow and thrive despite all the obstacles they faced.

I'm not going to lie...I think this book is pretty close to perfect. The location. The plot. The main characters. The secondary characters. The fact that it took place during Wimbledon. I love tennis! It was funny, touching, and super sexy. This is another fantastic read by Katie!

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Katie McCoy is a self proclaimed sushi addict, Cardinals baseball fanatic, and lover of all things theatrical. A St. Louis native transplanted to Brooklyn, she acts, sings, and shakes her booty when she isn't writing books about hot men and the girls who love them.

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Marry the girl I’ve had a crush on my whole life? Check. Inherit a hundred-billion-dollar company? Check. Produce an heir… Wait, what? I have ninety days to knock up my brand-new fake wife. There’s only one problem—she hates my guts. And in the fine print of the contract? The requirement that we produce an heir. She can’t stand to be in the same room with me. Says she’ll never be in my bed. But I’ve never backed down from a challenge and I’m not about to start now. Mark my words—I’ll have her begging for me, and it won’t take ninety days. 

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A New York Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today bestselling author of more than two dozen titles, Kendall Ryan has sold over 2 million books and her books have been translated into several languages in countries around the world. Her books have also appeared on the New York Times and USA Today bestseller lists more than three dozen times. Ryan has been featured in such publications as USA Today, Newsweek, and InTouch Magazine. She lives in Texas with her husband and two sons. 

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RELEASE BOOST: In the End (Lifetime #3) by Ariadne Wayne

Title: In the End

Series: Lifetime #3

Author: Ariadne Wayne

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: April 20, 2017

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The time has come for Finn to find out the truth about his father. When he seems to take it in his stride, Matt, Ella, and Sam are relieved. But nothing’s that simple when you’re seven years old.

Sam’s love life has been on hold while he gets to know his son. Meeting single mother, Natasha, rocks his world. She’s not had an easy life and he has to navigate through her past to make her see a future. The one thing that scares her, Sam’s guilty of. Love’s never easy, especially when there are secrets involved.

The last book in the Lifetime series features a boy finding out about his father, a father falling in love, and the last wedding you’d ever expect on the farm.

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Ariadne Wayne is the alter ego of Wendy Smith. She loves books and lives in Auckland, New Zealand with her husband and two children. Having always had a prolific imagination she now writes the words down instead of storing them in her head where she can't share them. When she's not writing she works in Telecommunications, frequently banging her head on the desk with the random things that can happen to the ordinary phone line.

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