Friday, September 13, 2019

Reign of Brayshaw cover reveal, Meagan Brandy

Broken Knight review, LJ Shen

4.5 stars.

I really enjoyed this book. I absolutely LOVED knight. He’s a lot different from a lot of heroes you see these days. I loved his softness, his feelings.
I flip flopped on Luna. I didn’t get why she was angry with him when she rejected him. I did like her strength though, and liked how she developed.
I liked how these two developed together.
Story-wise, I thought it kind of went in circles, and was a little too character-driven. At times I wanted to see what else was going on in their lives; classes, football, just to have a bit of a palette cleanser.

Still, this book is intense, it’s raw, it’s pretty great. I highly recommend! 📖📖📖📖📔

Read as part of the ultimate reading challenge, September: book with a cover you like.

Thursday, September 12, 2019

XO cover reveal, Melissa Jane

Release Date: October 2, 2019
Genre: Contemporary Romance Standalone
Tropes: Enemies to Lovers, Second Chance, Bully
Cover Design: Opium House Creatives
Photographer: David Wagner
Model: Matyas Nagy


I swear to God, Jacob Lynch, if I ever see your arrogant, smug face again, I’ll ruin your manhood with a swift knee.

You were the glorified football captain, the heartthrob, the most popular boy in school and yet suddenly you vanish leaving all your horrid friends pointing the finger at me, circling like hungry vultures to see if I would break.

They just didn’t know that I already had. Daily. For months I cried for you. You. Broke. Me.

You taunted and tormented me for years until you finally convinced me to fall in love with you. You said, “Nothing can ever tear us apart.”
And I believed you.

But you lied.

And then you left.

Without a word, without a touch, without a sound.

You. Just. Left. Right when my world fell to pieces, you lit the match and watched from afar, as what remained went up in flames.

So, if I ever do see your stupidly handsome face again, you’ll be nothing more than the boy I used to know. The boy who broke my heart and crushed my soul all in a single day.

Because Jacob Lynch… I have no more XO’s to give.

No longer yours,


P.S. I hate how much I still love you.


“Wait!” A wide-eyed Vicki clutches Jacob’s arm. “You two know each other?”
Staring into the eyes of my arch-nemesis, I’m first to reply. “Unfortunately, so.”
“This shit is just too weird. I mean, here we were just talking about how the bride and groom parties are secretly… hashtag not-so-secretly, planning a pre-wedding orgy, and how you and Jacob are the only ones unattached, and yet you actually know each other.” She claps her hands together in excitement. “So, now, you can both join the orgy.” She laughs hysterically at the out-of-hand orgy joke, completely missing the social cues.
“What part of unfortunately did you not understand, Vicki?” But it’s too late, she’s already trotting over to Jase to tell him of her excellent news. I sigh. “What the hell are you doing here, Jacob?”
“I could ask you the same thing,” he says in a less accusatory tone.
“I’m the maid of honor.”
“I’m the best man.”
“Well, this is shit!”
“Is it?”
“Isn’t it?” I grunt in frustration. “I… this… this can’t… Vicki!” I yell across the room, finally earning her attention. Her smile fades, and as she glances between us, she finally realizes there’s history between Jacob and me, and it may not necessarily be a good one. “Vicky, I’m sorry, I have to leave.”
She reaches for my hand. “No, don’t go.”
“I have to.”
“Why? Because of Jacob?”
“Yes. No. Yes! I just… I just can’t be in the same room as him.”
“Rosie, please don’t go,” she pleads, seeing my distress. She wants to make right whatever she thinks is happening, but she has no clue to the extent of pain that’s been dredged up just by seeing his face.
“I have to go.” Grabbing my jacket, I wrap it around my shoulders and head to the door.
“Rosie, wait,” Jacob calls, and I know the whole room has stopped what they’re doing to watch the soap opera unfold.
Ignoring him, I push through the restaurant door and hit the street, my legs working overtime to get me as far away as possible.
“Rosie,” he calls again.
“What?” I yell, spinning on my heel to face him. He’s closer than I expect him to be, already practically in my lap. “What the hell can you possibly have to say to me after all this time, Jacob? What, huh?”
He goes to answer but unlike me, he appears lost for words, almost as if he’s staring at a ghost. “It’s good to see you,” he finally says, the five words completely catching me off guard.
I laugh incredulously while taking a step back ready to put as much distance as possible between Jacob Lynch and me. “Yeah? Well… it’s not good to see you.”


Despite already emptying my first bottle of wine, I’m still trembling, my stomach twisting into over-zealous boy scout knots. Glaring at the rapidly depleting second bottle, I wish I’d thought ahead and grabbed a third. Swiping the glass off the counter, I resume my pacing, mumbling under my breath at how life can go fuck itself. And Jacob fucking Lynch can go fuck himself while he’s at it.
Son of a bitch!
Except his mother isn’t a bitch. She’s a fucking angel.
Stupid… motherfucker!
Nope, that’s even worse.
The anger I feel at seeing him again has now morphed into green Hulk mode with the fact that I can’t think of a suitable cuss name to call him while I pace out my rage.
“How can you allow this to happen?” I ask the world. “Is this some sort of joke to you? Is this a ‘Hey, we haven’t fucked with Rosie Reign in a while. Sic the Hellhounds, a.k.a. Jacob Lynch, onto her!’ type of bullshit? Cause I’m not interested. Do you hear me?” I yell, looking up at the ceiling like somehow the world is going to deliver me an answer. My high-heel tip snags the corner of the rug, causing me to stumble and lose balance, wine spilling over my hand. “Don’t you start on me,” I warn, slumping onto the couch to remove my suddenly painful stilettos.
My cell chimes, so I swipe it off the coffee table and narrow my eyes to view the name, blinking twice to clear the drunken blur.

Vicki: Babe, are you okay?
Me: Fine.
Vicki: I’m sorry. I just can’t believe you two know each other. Seriously fucking bizarre. Want me to come over?
Me: No. Just want this night to be over.
Me: Vicki?
Vicki: Yeah, babe?
Me: I can’t be your maid of honor. I’m sorry.
Vicki: Whatever it is, we can sort this out. How badly could this guy have hurt you? All I’m saying is no rash decisions.

How badly?
I scowl at the message like it can see me. I take a few more gulps of wine before doing something I haven’t done in almost ten years. I don’t care if it’s not his number anymore. I don’t care if he stopped answering back from this number the day he left town. Scrolling through my contact list, I find his name, my heart pounding at the sight of it.
I type the message hoping it will make me feel even the slightest bit better. But when I hit send, the message falls in line with fifteen unanswered others I’d sent ten years ago.
I don’t feel any better.
I just feel like I’m further infecting a wound.
Staring at the message, I sloppily finish the rest of my wine. Instantly, I’m riddled with regret and not just because brunch is scheduled tomorrow and I’m going to have a wicked hangover, but because I wish I could take back what I’ve written. It’s not like he’ll ever see it but putting it out there in the world makes it somewhat real.
But those eight words will sit in limbo, a purgatory, just like my heart.


One of Five ARC’s for XO

Wednesday, September 11, 2019

Brat review and release blitz, Maddison Faye

This was a solid read. Nothing earthshaking, nothing with a lot of fuss, just two hot brothers and the girl they share. 
It’s a quick, hot read with a little drama but nothing to get too worked up over. The storyline is typical of these types of over the top, instalove books but I didn’t go into it thinking it would be anything different. 
In all, I did enjoy this book. It’s spicy, it’s cute, it’s a quick read, so give it a go if that’s your thing. 📖📖📖📖
This was a solid read. Nothing earthshaking, nothing with a lot of fuss, just two hot brothers and the girl they share. 
It’s a quick, hot read with a little drama but nothing to get too worked up over. The storyline is typical of these types of over the top, instalove books but I didn’t go into it thinking it would be anything different. 
In all, I did enjoy this book. It’s spicy, it’s cute, it’s a quick read, so give it a go if that’s your thing. 📖📖📖📖


The head cheerleader hooking up with the star quarterback? Totally normal.

But accidentally bedding and giving her v-card to his brother, the school’s newest, hottest professor?

Yeah, not so normal, and all sorts of scandalous.

Oh, and that’s before they decide to “share”…

Cheerleading captain, social royalty, daughter of a senator, and maybe a bit of bitch? As the reigning queen bee of Winchester Academy, it makes sense that I might hook up with Beckett Truman—the gorgeous, cocky, king-of-the-school star varsity quarterback. I mean that Hollywood script writes itself.

But a party dare gone wrong turns into something hotter than I’ve ever imagined when I accidentally give my v-card to his brother, Porter.

…As in, possessive, dominant, and totally hot Professor Truman, my new freaking math Professor. Eight years my senior, completely off-limits, and utterly irresistible.

I know I should be horrified, or mortified. But it’s a little hard to feel anything but bliss when this Queen finds herself in the arms of not one, but two kings. Because Porter and Beckett want to share…

I slept with the wrong brother, and it just might be the hottest mistake of my life.

Each of the Winchester Academy books are completely standalone stories, with no cliffhangers.

Hot, wild, and insta-love galore, with TWO utterly obsessed alpha heroes and an untouched, very, very off-limits heroine. If you love over-the-top, slightly unrealistic, and wildly dirty stories, this one’s for you!

This mfm romance is all about her – no m/m. As with all my books, this steamy novella is safe, with no cheating, and a HEA guaranteed.

USA Today and #1 Amazon bestselling contemporary romance author Madison Faye is the dirty alter ego of the very wholesome, very normal suburban housewife behind the stories. While she might be a wife, mom, and PTA organizer on the outside, there’s nothing but hot, steamy, and raunchy fantasies brewing right beneath the surface!

Tired of keeping them hidden inside or only having them come out in the bedroom, they’re all here in the form of some wickedly hot stories. Single-minded alpha heroes, sinfully taboo relationships, and wildly over-the-top scenarios. If you love it extra dirty, extra hot, and extra naughty, this is the place for you!

(Just don’t tell the other PTA members you saw her here…)

Madison’s books have also been featured on,, and (probably) numerous anti-smut government and concerned citizens watch-lists.

Friday, September 6, 2019

MAgic Man cover reveal, Jamie Schlosser

Title: Magic Man
Series: The Good Guys
Author: Jamie Schlosser
Genre: New Adult Standalone Romance
Release Date: September 26, 2019 Cover Design: Tanya Baikie at More Than Words Graphic Design
I’ve been putting my son first for so long that I’ve forgotten how to be me. Each monotonous day bleeds into the next, and I feel like I’m struggling to keep my head above water.
But a kiss at the top of a Ferris wheel with a man I barely know changes that.
Jay reminds me that I used to be bold. Vivacious. Funny.
Now if only I could convince him his past mistakes don’t define the man he is today.
I can perform over a dozen illusions with a simple sleight of hand, but I can’t make the felony on my record disappear.
The last thing I should be doing is hanging around a young single mom and her kid.
But Casey doesn’t know that I’ve been watching her. That I want her for myself. That I’m addicted to her dimples, her tenacity, her fierce love for her child.
If I was a better man, I’d leave her alone, but she pulls off the biggest magic trick of all time: making me believe I’m a good guy.
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Jamie Schlosser writes steamy new adult romance and romantic comedy. When she isn't creating perfect book boyfriends, she's a stay-at-home mom to her two wonderful kids. She believes reading is a great escape, otters are the best animal, and nothing is more satisfying than a happily-ever-after ending.

Monday, September 2, 2019

Realm of Knights review and release blitz, Jennifer Anne Davis

I flip flopped on my rating and thoughts for this book.
I LOVE the intrigue that’s going on. It’s fun and intriguing and I can’t wait to see what happens.
I also love the added complications of the romances, although I’d like to see more of it.
My problem with this book is that the events and how they transpire don’t seem to be very sophisticated or mature. The events seem simple and I’d expect a higher degree of difficulty for the tasks Reid is set.
I also found some of the language choices to be too modern.
Then there’s the underlying social commentary. I’m not a big fan of writers using their own worlds to pass comment on the current state of ours. It comes off as a bit preachy and it’s displayed here to the max, especially in regards to gender relations. I’m a woman, obvs, so I get it but I don’t need it to be thrown in my face in the books I read as an escape.
I’m torn with continuing this series. I want to know what happens, but there needs to be a massive development in the writing style for me to fall in love. 📖📖📖📖

Realm of Knights
by Jennifer Anne Davis
Series: Realm of Knights #1
Release date: September 10, 2019

Reid has spent her whole life pretending to be a man so she can inherit her father’s estate, but when a chance encounter threatens to expose her lie, she is forced to risk everything.

In the kingdom of Marsden, women are subservient to men and land can only pass from father to son. So when Reid Ellington is born, the fifth daughter to one of the wealthiest landholders in the kingdom, it’s announced that Reid is a boy.

Eighteen years later, Reid struggles to conceal the fact she’s actually a young woman. Every day, her secret becomes harder to keep. When one of Marsden’s princes sees her sparring with a sword, she is forced to accept his offer and lead her father’s soldiers to the border. Along the way, she discovers a covert organization within the army known as the Knights of the Realm. If Reid wants to save her family from being arrested for treason and robbed of their inheritance, she will have to join the Knights and become a weapon for the crown.

To protect her family, Reid must fight like a man. To do that, she’ll need the courage of a woman.


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About the Author

Jennifer Anne Davis graduated from the University of San Diego with a degree in English and a teaching credential. She is currently a full-time writer and mother of three kids, one weimaraner, and a tortoise. She is happily married to her high school sweetheart and lives in the San Diego area.
Jennifer is the recipient of the San Diego Book Awards Best Published Young Adult Novel (2013), winner of the Kindle Book Awards (2018), a finalist in the USA Best Book Awards (2014), and a finalist in the Next Generation Indie Book Awards (2014).
Publishers Marketplace listed Jennifer as one of the best-selling indie authors in June 2017. She has also been ranked among the top 100 best-selling authors on Amazon.
The True Reign and Reign of Secrets series have sold over half a million copies.
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Monday, August 26, 2019

Unforgettable blog tour, S. B. Alexander

He’s a football god.

She’s the daughter of a Texas senator.

Their chemistry is like oil and water.

My name is Ryker James. I hate when people tell me what to do. I’m cocky, ornery, and I take things when I want them. Caring isn’t in my vocabulary unless it’s related to football or my family, and I just lost my entire family in a blink of an eye. Now all I have is football.

The problem is the misery, the drinking, and the parties have more appeal to me. But Lakemont University wants that championship. Fans want to see wins on the scoreboard, and my teammates salivate to crush our opponents every game. The only pass I might be throwing is at the auburn-haired girl who waltzes into my life. She’s fire. I’m ice. A combination that doesn’t work. So let the games begin.

My name is Haven Hale, and I’d been tucked away in a boarding school most of my life. Now I’m a big-time college girl, and all I see is freedom in front of me. But first, I have to agree to my father’s demands—no media attention and no sororities. If I can follow those two edicts, then college life should be a breeze.

Until one close encounter with Ryker James, and Father Dearest has changed the game. Stay away from the big, bad quarterback, or face my father’s wrath. There’s only one problem. I can’t help who I’m attracted to, and Ryker James is a magnet, built to attract any female, constructed to make any girl’s heart sputter, and my heart is beating off the charts. But it’s time to choose between the devil I know and the one I don’t.

The doorbell kept ringing as though someone were holding the buzzer down. I was going to kill that person unless it was Coach Chapman. He would turn his hammer on me.

I chuckled out loud. Coach Chapman reminded me of Thor. At least his fists did when he rammed them down hard on a table, trying to elicit my attention or the team’s.

“I need you to leave.” My boner was completely gone now. I walked out of my room without another glance at Blondie.

I navigated the stairs, not in the mood to deal with whoever was standing on my porch. I knew one thing was certain—it couldn’t be the cops. I didn’t have any other close family members who could be dead. However, my aunt Kari was due in from England for the funeral. She’d been calling me nonstop to give me updates about her arrival, which wasn’t for… Hell, I didn’t even know. I’d lost track of days.

As I descended the last step and walked into the foyer, my blood gelled as I scrambled to think whether I’d missed football practice. Maybe that was the reason Lucas wasn’t around. I discarded that thought. For sure, Lucas would’ve dragged my ass out of bed early that morning.

I opened the door swiftly, and a red-haired pixie fell backward onto my bare feet. She was definitely not my aunt Kari.

Red scrambled to stand then swiped her hands down her jean shorts. At the same time, I was blatantly allowing my gaze to roam up and down her petite frame. Her tits were round and perfect. Her tanned legs were toned. Her lips were plump. Mmm. I liked plump lips. But she had no meat on her body.

“May I help you?” I asked. Maybe I can help you get your lips around my dick. At that thought, he jerked in my sweats.

She brushed her fingers through her hair, her eyes going straight to my crotch. “You can start by not sizing me up like I’m your breakfast.”

Tell me not to do something, and I’ll do it.

So once again, my gaze took a road trip over her body, slow and sure. “I haven’t eaten yet. Are you hungry?” I waggled my eyebrows, hoping she would get my underlying meaning.

She pushed past me and stomped into my house like she owned it. “We need to talk.”

The air around her filtered into my nose—lilacs. As if her scent was all I needed, bits and pieces of the night before registered in my murky brain.


“Talk or fuck? Because you were checking me out too,” I said, not that my erection wasn’t evident.

She gave me a cheeky smile. “I don’t do one-night stands.”

I grinned. “It’s daylight. How about a one-day stand?”

The sun poured in through the open door and the windows in the living room and dining room on either side of us as we stood in the foyer.

She shoved her middle finger in the air. “How many fingers do I have up?”

I closed the door and stalked toward her until she was pinned up against the banister. “Be careful, dollface. That gesture means something completely different to me.”

She rolled her green eyes as her chest rose and fell. “You’re an ass. And I’m not dollface.”

I lowered my head until our lips were a half-inch apart. “What would you like to be called, then?”

“Ew, your breath is disgusting.” She flattened her small hands against my bare chest and froze, staring at my pecs.

Not caring about my morning breath, I inhaled her lilac scent, which was doing crazy things to my body.

She worried her bottom lip. “Um. Can you step away?”

“Are you sure you want me to?” Because I want to fuck your brains out.

I didn’t know what in the hot Texas sun was happening. More memories of her on my lap bombarded me. This chick had some kind of juju that jumped off her and into me.

She finally ducked under my arm. “I need you to focus.” She wound her way down the hall and into the kitchen as though she owned the house. “You need a maid and a monstrous fan to blow out the stench in here.”

The only aroma I had in my nostrils was her.

I followed her as a door upstairs opened and closed. “I need a blow job.”

She snorted. “Ask one of the many women you sleep with.”

I didn’t recall her being so feisty when she was sitting on me. But I wasn’t complaining. I dug strong women. I also loved a challenge, and Red was throwing out challenge after challenge.

I'm Susan Alexander, and you'll find my books under S.B. Alexander. A little about me. I've been writing since 2012 and started with writing all about vampires. After the second vampire book, I began to branch out in New Adult Romance. I love to read mostly all genres, and I'm always game to try something new. So I tested my hand at writing romantic suspense and just loved it. So you'll find I write in several different sub-genres of romance.

In between writing, I spend time with my soul mate of 20 years who got a bad deal in life. Three years ago he was diagnosed with ALS. It's a horrible disease, but we both have been making the best of life, laughing, smiling, and doing what we can together.

But writing is a great outlet for me to take my mind to another place. Plus, I have a great network of family, friends, fans, and so much more. I truly have an angel on my shoulder. My mantra is make the best of life because it's too darn short.