I loved this book so hard. Dr. Mack and Chief Linc were so perfect for each other- each is strong, daring, and smart mouthed. The Wonder Woman to his Superman. It was very steamy, very funny, but also very emotionally charged. It’s a perfect balance between humorous and heartfelt. Mackenzie is not perfect, nor does she claim to be and I appreciate her journey. Linc however might be the perfect man- jacked, tattooed, loves children and dogs, and will run into a burning building to save you.
I didn’t realize this was part of a world I already knew until Mack ran into Aldo. It’s my favorite book about Benevolence by far. 5 enthusiastic stars!
If you can’t stand the heat, don’t fall for a firefighter… Fire Chief Lincoln Reed is known for his heroics in the fire department and in the bedroom. Life is a never-ending good time. Until she lands in the middle of the accident scene he’s working…and then his backyard. Too bad she’s immune to flirty first responders.
Flight trauma surgeon Mackenzie O’Neil is on a crash course with burnout. She’s got a scar on her face and a shake in her hands. A temporary job as a small-town family physician is just the prescription. She’ll learn to meditate. Sleep more. Take up gardening.
She definitely won’t take her shirtless, firefighting neighbor’s hot body for a test drive.
But Linc and his tattoos are very persuasive. What’s a harmless little adrenaline-fueled fling between neighbors? It’s all naked fun and games until the shadows from Mack’s past find their way into her present. Can Linc be her hero when she needs him the most or will their scars ruin everything?
One thing is certain: Someone is going to get burned.
Hazel Kiegen has decided she’s not interested in dating. After all, she has plenty of better things to keep herself busy- she loves her new job, the scientific method, her fluffy cat, and her friends in the Dirty Martini Running Club. Now if only her online enemy, Corban Nash, would stop claiming to have unlocked the secret to falling in love, without being able to prove it scientifically. Much to Hazel’s chagrin, Corban is hired at her university, and even worse, they have to work together. The more she gets to know Corban, the more she realizes perhaps she doesn’t hate him at all.
First of all, Corban is adorable. Disheveled, distracted, caring, full of animal facts, a BOSS in bed, and secretly jacked- what more could you want? I love Hazel’s relationship with her friends, and her penchant for dirty vodka martinis. The sparks between them are intense, and whoa there are some very very hot scenes (I could mention specifics but don’t want to ruin the surprise). I highly recommend if you like awkward encounters, swoony nerds, humor, and/or friendship. 5 stars!
For psychology researcher Hazel Kiegen, science holds all the answers. Her decision to swear off dating? Totally backed by her own calculations. Just don’t ask about her missing orgasms. She hasn’t been able to science her way out of that little conundrum.
But her biggest problem? Corban Nash. He’s frustrating. Infuriating. And deliciously adorable, but that’s neither here nor there. He claims to have cracked the code to falling in love, and Hazel is determined to prove him wrong.
Corban Nash created the theory of accelerated intimacy after numerous successful tests on his friends and family. Every couple who used his questionnaire fell in love, until Corban found himself the last single guy in his social circle, and a groomsman in dozens of weddings.
The only problem is, it’s never worked on him. And science hasn’t explained why.
Despite being the lone aberrant data point, Corban believes in his research, and with his new job, he’ll have the resources to prove it. Verifying his theory right under the nose of his nemesis, Hazel Kiegen? Even better.
There isn’t a theory in existence that will make Hazel fall in love with Corban. Not even with his sexy half-smile and temptingly muscular body. But from the moment these two rivals meet, sparks fly. And when they put his questionnaire to the test, the results aren’t what either of them expect.
“I would give this book ALL THE STARS if I could. Five is not nearly enough. This is such a clever, fresh take on finding your soul-mate.” ~ Read Me Romance Blog
“Take necessary precautions: two nerdy scientists are about to light up your ereader and leave you with a hot flash!” ~ Marika Ray, author of MomCom
“There was just something about these two that clicked and made my inner nerd squeal. And can I just applaud Kingsley on writing this story? The amount of research alone that she had to have done. Wowza.” ~ Amity Book Blog
Heat, Heart, & Happily Ever After Claire Kingsley writes sexy contemporary romance and romantic comedies. She loves sassy, quirky heroines, swoony heroes who love their women hard, panty-melting sexytimes, romantic happily ever afters, and lots of big feels. She can’t imagine life without coffee, her Kindle, and the sexy heroes who inhabit her imagination. She’s living out her own happily ever after in the Pacific Northwest with her husband and three kids.
The Younger Man, an epic standalone forbidden age-gap sports romance, by New York Times bestselling author Karina Halle, is live!
My Take: Oh boy. This book will give you the feels. It is super sexy, super emotional, and super sexy ( whoops, already said that one). I was mildly nervous I would not like it, as a 35 year old I was wary about a love story about a 24 year old and someone near my age, but Alejo won me over. There were times I was highly frustrated with Thalia, but that’s just a sign of a good author if they can make you feel disappointed in a character like they are someone you really know. 5/5 Stars
Starting over was her only option.
Forty-years old and still reeling from a public and painful divorce, Thalia Blackwood is looking for a fresh start, somewhere far away from her upside down life. When she’s offered a new job as the sports therapist for a football (soccer) team, she jumps at the chance. This is just what she needs to leave the heartbreak and shame of Manchester behind, trading it in for the warmth and hopeful vibrancy of Madrid.
He was her only desire.
Twenty-three year old Alejo Albarado is rising up the ranks in his career. As the charming forward for the Real Madrid team, Alejo’s life revolves around women, parties, and being a tabloid darling, that is until the new sports therapist joins the team.
Their passion could not be ignored.
What starts out as a strictly professional relationship between Thalia and the young Spanish player, slowly evolves into something more. Much more.
Their relationship was forbidden.
But their combustible chemistry and simmering sexual tension can only go so far—should Thalia give into Alejo’s advances, she’s at risk of not only losing her job, but succumbing to a much younger man will drag her through the spotlight again.
Alejo might be worth that risk.
Unless he breaks her heart in the process.
The Younger Man is a full-length standalone romance. Characters from Love, in English make a cameo in this book, however The Younger Man is intended to be read as a STANDALONE.
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Karina Halle is a former travel writer and music journalist and The New York Times, Wall Street Journal and USA Today Bestselling author of The Pact, Love, in English, The Artists Trilogy, Dirty Angels and over 20 other wild and romantic reads. She lives on an island off the coast of British Columbia with her husband and her rescue pup, where she drinks a lot of wine, hikes a lot of trails and devours a lot of books.
Halle is represented by the Root Literary and is both self-published and published by Simon & Schuster and Hachette in North America and in the UK.
War of Hearts, an all-new adult paranormal romance by New York Times bestselling author S. Young is LIVE!
My take: (ARC REVIEW) To be fully honest, I am not a huge supernatural romance fan anymore so I hesitated to sign up to review this book, however, Samantha Young is one of my favorite authors so I wanted to see what she could do with the genre. If someone is new to the genre this is a great introduction, because to me it is a really great example of what it can be, but I’m not surprised with it coming from Samantha Young’s able mind.
I was immediately intrigued by the concept and the setting. Scotland is one of my favorite countries, and I love learning about the Clan system, so a werewolf clan was fascinating. I also loved the mystery surrounding Thea and what she was, though again, to be fully honest, I figured it out pretty early on but that didn’t ruin it for me.
The sparks between Thea and Conall were HOT and the European chase was fun. I’d definitely recommend it to anyone who already likes supernatural romance or is looking for an easy entry into the genre. (5 Stars)
Thea Quinn has no idea what she is. All she knows is that her abilities have been a plague upon her life since she was a child. After years of suffering at the hands of a megalomaniac, Thea escaped and has been on the run ever since.
The leadership and protection of his pack are of the utmost importance to Conall MacLennan, Alpha and Chief of Clan MacLennan, the last werewolf pack in Scotland. Which is why watching his sister slowly die of a lycanthropic disease is emotional torture. When Conall is approached by a businessman who offers a cure for his sister in exchange for the use of Conall’s rare tracking ability, Conall forges an unbreakable contract with him. He has to find and retrieve the key to the cure: dangerous murderer, Thea Quinn.
Thea’s attempts to evade the ruthless werewolf are not only thwarted by the Alpha, but by outside dangers. With no choice but to rely on one another for survival, truths are revealed, intensifying a passionate connection they both fight to resist. At war with themselves and each other, Conall and Thea’s journey to Scotland forces them to face a heartrending choice between love and betrayal.
Samantha Young is a New York Times and #1 International bestselling author from Stirlingshire, Scotland. On Dublin Street was Samantha’s first adult contemporary romance series and has sold in thirty countries. She has since published over thirteen romance titles including the New York Times Bestsellers Into the Deep, Hero, and her most recent contemporary romance Fight or Flight. When writing Adult Paranormal romance she writes under the pen name S. Young.
My Take: (ARC REVIEW) You do not want to miss this funny, sweet, poignant sports romance from the always fabulous Meghan Quinn. If you’ve read The Locker Room then you know you are in for a treat … but I loved The Dugout even more. (Both are totally standalone). There were moments towards the end where I wanted to throw my Kindle at the wall but all was well in the end, of course. Sports and college kids are both not my favorite topics but the writing and plot are so well done I barely even noticed. I enjoyed both main character’s journeys and watching them grow and change. It’s a bit of a slow burn but it so so hot once it gets there. 5/5 stars
If someone is vying for your spot on a team and just so happens to injure you during practice, would you believe it was on purpose?
Word around campus is . . . it was no accident.
That injury has cost me everything; my starting position, my junior year—and the draft. Now, I’m a senior fresh off recovery, struggling to find my groove, until the day I run into a nervous, fidgety, girl with freckles, in the dining hall.
They call Milly Potter The Baseball Whisperer, The Diamond Wizard, and The Epitome of All Knowledge. She believes in baseball. She breathes it. She’s the queen of an infamous dynasty, but no one actually knows who she really is, and she plans to keep it that way.
One mishap in the panini line, one miscommunication in the weight room, and many failed attempts at an apology equal up to one solid truth — Milly Potter never wants to speak to me again — no matter how good my forearms look.
Little do we both know, she’s about to become more than just my fairy ballmother.
Everyone knows me as the easygoing, fun-loving guy without a care in the world. You know who I’m talking about, right?
The guy who cheers when a couple kisses, who says stupid shit like YIPPEE when he’s excited, the guy who has no shame in shimmying his bare, bright white ass to his friends just to make them laugh.
I’m also the guy who is magically smart, can lead an entire bar to harmoniously sing any Taylor Swift song, lucks out in everything he does, and has impeccable taste in clothing—despite wearing a baseball hoodie every Monday. A dude must make himself feel better when the Monday blues hit and a hoodie does just that.
But have you guessed it? Do you see where this is going?
I’m not that guy anymore.
Easygoing and fun-loving? Not anymore.
I spit venom at whoever dares to be in my presence. You know the old man who throws endless piles of shoes at the street youths as they walk by? That’s me, minus the incontinence problem and mothball smell. My days of singing Taylor Swift with a crowd are over.
Instead—if I even make it to a bar—I bury myself in a corner and sneer. Oh boy, do I fucking sneer. I sneer at anything and anyone that even attempts to look at my face.
That impeccable fashion sense I was boasting about? Gone. I think I’ve been wearing the same pair of athletic shorts for a month—not really—but maybe it’s a little true. And the guy who lucks out in everything he does? Ha, my luck was cut short at the beginning of the season thanks to the square ass, dirty dick named Kirk Babcock, also known as Kirk BADcock by my team.
What did this Badcock do, you ask?
If you’re thinking he poked me with said bad cock, you need to get your mind out of the gutter.
What he did was even worse than winging his willy around on the baseball field.
So bad that you might need to brace yourself . . .
He committed a sin against all baseball etiquette.
The cardinal sin.
The biggest sin of all sins.
Are you sitting? I don’t want you to faint from the blasphemy I’m about to share. Deeps breaths, everyone . . .
He . . . damn it, he slid late . . . at practice.
Gasp, I know.
I told you it was bad . . . my balls are shriveling up into my taint just thinking about it. The dumbass freshman, who had too much juice in his junk, decided to book it to second during a practice game while Holt and I were fleshing out a double play. The dingleberry slid into second base two seconds too late.
Why is this a problem?
For those of you who might not be in the know—don’t worry, I won’t hold it against you—back in 2016, the gods of baseball developed a new rule; all players sliding into second must hit the ground first before touching the bag to avoid injuring the opposing players.
Layman’s terms: don’t be a dickhead and hurt people.
Apparently, Badcock didn’t get that memo, because the little turd nugget charged second base like an out-of-control steam train . . . just as I slid my foot across the base for the out. His dirty slide took my leg out, twisting me in the process, and tossed me to the ground.
As I fell, I heard a resounding snap that would make any grown-ass man throw up into his lap, followed by an immense amount of pain shooting up the back of my leg. The motherfucker—stenchy bad cock—ruptured my Achilles tendon.
Like Achilles himself, I buckled to the ground and wallowed in pain while holding my leg, as if I let go, it would detach from my body and float right on up to heaven where it belongs for the many good years it gave me.
Badcock proceeded to fling his helmet off his head, get in my face, and apologize profusely, making up some excuse about tripping over his own damn feet. Yeah, okay, fart breath.
I’d like to see the tape for a full review, because I’m questioning the shit out of that statement. Tripped, my left nut.
If I was a freshman and got hurt, I wouldn’t want to rip the skin off Badcock’s scrotum, maybe just give him a swift lodge of my foot up his ass. But ripping scrotum skin, nah. But guess what? I’m not a goddamn freshman.
I’m a fucking junior, and if you know anything about baseball, you know being a junior in college is one of the most important times in a guy’s life.
Because that’s the year you’re eligible to be drafted.
Brentwood University is known as a breeding ground for exceptional baseball players; it’s where the scouts come to find their next top prospects. If you want to play professional baseball, you either choose to go into the draft right after high school or be recruited by Brentwood. I chose an education so I had a possible career to fall back on in case something happened to me . . . like rupturing my Achilles tendon.
Can you guess where this is going?
Strike up the violins, because a sob story is coming your way.
I was ushered off the field and straight to the state-of-the-art training room where, after an excruciating physical exam, I had an ultrasound. It was then confirmed I’d be out of commission for the season. I underwent surgery, had the stupid thing stitched back together—let’s take a moment to be physically ill over the thought of that—and then put through an extensive rehab, missing my chance to be drafted.
You read that right, I was not drafted. My best friends were . . . I was not.
Because no one wants an injured player, even if he has tons of promise.
Even if he was the best second baseman in the country.
Even if he was supposed to be drafted in the first round.
Not one single team wanted to take the gamble to see if I could make a full recovery. Isn’t that just peachy?
So needless to say, Kirk BADcock stays as far away from me as possible. As for me, I’d like to say I’m not a bitter man with a chip on his shoulder, but that would be a massive lie.
I have the biggest damn chip on my shoulder, so big that I named him Aloysius and I high-five him every morning, agreeing that we’re going to try to make at least one person’s life miserable that day.
My suggestion, if you see me around campus? Steer clear, run away, duck and hide, because I’m a polluted motherfucker with an equally rotten Aloysius on my shoulder ready to raise hell in your life.
Carson Stone is out for vengeance thanks to one moronic badcock.
About the Author:
USA Today Bestselling Author, wife, adoptive mother, and peanut butter lover. Author of romantic comedies and contemporary romance, Meghan Quinn brings readers the perfect combination of heart, humor, and heat in every book.
(ARC REVIEW) Fight Dirty was bittersweet for me. On one hand, it was awesome. On the other, as far as I know this brings us to the end of the Dawson family saga and I’m going to miss them!
I’ve been intrigued by Owen’s story throughout the series, and I enjoyed it even more than I thought. “Cocky player” is not my jam, but you understand why he behaves that way as you learn more about his history with Charlie. Charlie is an educated boss of a woman who has had her heart broken twice, so she is understandably hesitant to dive back into things with Owen, especially since he was the first broken heart perpetrator. I loved watching their love story unfold as they both learned to move on from their pasts. I also love seeing all our old Dawson family characters who I’ve grown to love. 5/5 Stars
Owen Dawson is one of Eastwood’s most eligible bachelors. He could have any woman he wants, but when it comes to settling down, he only has eyes for Charlie Williams, and he blew his chance with her years ago. While Owen is busy trying to convince everyone—and himself—that the playboy life is for him, Charlie is trying to put her life back together.
After discovering her fiancé was cheating on her, Charlie packs her bags, leaves her fancy New York job, and goes back to the one place she never thought she’d return to: home. Determined to start over and stay far, far away from men, the last thing Charlie needs in her life is her first love, Owen…and the old feelings that come rushing back the moment she lays eyes on him.
While Charlie swears to avoid romance of any kind, Owen is willing to do whatever it takes to prove he’s a changed man and win Charlie back…even if it means fighting dirty.
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Emily Goodwin is the New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author of over a dozen of romantic titles. Emily writes the kind of books she likes to read, and is a sucker for a swoon-worthy bad boy and happily ever afters.
She lives in the midwest with her husband and two daughters. When she’s not writing, you can find her riding her horses, hiking, reading, or drinking wine with friends.
Emily is represented by Julie Gwinn of the Seymour Agency.
(ARC REVIEW) Gin Fling returns us to the world of Bootleg Springs and the Bodine family, and it is a gosh-darn delight. I love this family and this town so much. There is so much humor, heart, family, and moonshine throughout the first five books, with a mystery unraveling across each. It’s so rare to find the perfect combo and balance between mystery, humor, and romance. I’m not sure how much to say without giving away the plot of the overarching mystery, but let’s just say it took another intriguing turn this book and I am on the edge of my seat waiting for the 6th book to come out next month.
Jonah is my favorite Bodine so far, but I’m willing to fall in love with Gibson next as well. I’ve been anxiously waiting for Jonah’s story from the beginning, and he did not disappoint. He is such a calming presence,and the perfect balance to Shelby’s more unsettled lifestyle. He’s supportive without overwhelming or overpowering. I was so glad he got some of the answers he was looking for. Shelby’s on her own journey and I always appreciate an intelligent, confident weirdo.
Do yourself a favor and check out not only this book, but the four before it, so you too can travel to the world of Bootleg Springs. 5/5 Stars.
Everly Dalton has the worst luck with dating. After a string of truly terrible first dates, she decides to take a break from dating and focus on her friends and her career as executive assistant to billionaire Shepherd Calloway. Shepherd is a cold and demanding boss, but Everly can handle him. When Shepherd finds himself in need of a faux girlfriend to outwit an ex-lover, he calls his assistant to step in. Will Everly and Shepherd find their fake relationship is not so fake after all?
Everly and Shepherd are perfectly opposite. She is warm, bubbly, and friendly. She’s the type to do anything for anyone, even if it means sacrificing her own happiness. Shepherd thinks he’s genetically predisposed to be cold and unfeeling, just like his mother. The transition to his demeanor as Everly starts to melt his hard candy coating is a joy to witness.
The “side” characters are a delight as well, I love a group of strong women and her friends did not disappoint. Shepherd’s father and brother are both quite lovely. I didn’t care for Everly’s sister (I won’t spoil why) but suffice to say she put Everly in a terrible position with no thought to the ramifications.
Check it out if you like grouchy men, martinis, strong females, hilarity, love, families, or any combination of these. 5/5 Stars
“When I kissed you last night, I wasn’t pretending.”
Everly Dalton is a walking, talking, martini-drinking dating disaster. Forget kissing frogs. She can’t even get past the first date. But at work, she’s a badass—the longest-running assistant billionaire Shepherd Calloway has ever had. Her coworkers wonder how she handles the big bad wolf—and never gets bit.
Shepherd Calloway isn’t interested in being anyone’s sugar daddy. Tired of women who only want him for his money, he swears off dating, determined to focus on running his empire. Until his gold-digging ex hits him where it hurts, putting him in a difficult position.
His solution—to have Everly pose as his live-in girlfriend—is obviously crazy. But the timing is uncanny. It just so happens Everly needs a favor from her boss—a big and awkward one—and this could ensure everyone gets what they want.
Besides, Everly can totally survive a few months of faux romance.
Except there’s a problem. Shepherd is supposed to be a single-minded, unemotional robot boss. Not an actual human with a heart and morning wood. Between the awkward bed-sharing and tingly fake dates, lines are blurring. And as Everly gets to know the real Shepherd, she discovers there’s more to the man behind the bank account.
(ARC REVIEW) Oliver and Chloe have been at odds since they were small children. Their mothers are best friends and they have been thrown together socially as a result. From jumping off a roof together to attending prom, their social interactions have had various degrees of success. Despite their attraction to each other, things never turn out well when they are together. When a business opportunity brings them together again, Chloe has to decide if she can once and for all trust Oliver and give in to her feelings, or if they are better as frenemies. Will they be able to overcome their long history to make a fresh future together?
I have always been a huge fan of Melanie Harlow’s voice. The way she writes just draws me the heck in and I barely am able to put her books down. I can’t put my finger on what exactly it is that I am so drawn to but I have loved every book she’s ever written. I really enjoyed the first book in her Cloverleigh Farms series, but this one I L-O-V-E-D.
The heat between Chloe and Oliver is an electric, combustible volcano of emotions. The give and take, back and forth nature of their relationship is absolutely appealing. I love a girl who’s not afraid to stand up for herself- but it works both ways. I also love a man who’s not afraid to say his piece either- without sounding like an absolute jerk.
The book goes between the past and the present wonderfully, without distracting from either plot. I loved seeing their progression throughout the years to understand why Chloe was so gun shy when it came to Oliver. I genuinely find the distilling/wine world very interesting so I love that plot aspect as well even if it gave me a whiskey craving (I may have indulged).
If you love romance, heat, comedy, family dynamics, etc etc etc don’t hesitate to check this one out. Although I recommend checking out the first book in the series (Irresistible), it could totally be read as a standalone. 5/5 stars
When we were eleven, Oliver Ford Pemberton dared me to jump off a barn roof. He said you couldn’t break a leg from a 12-foot-jump.
(You can also break a collarbone, which served him right as far as I was concerned.)
I wish I could say it was the last dare I ever took from him, the last bet I ever made with him, the last time I ever trusted Oliver Ford Pemberton.
But it wasn’t.
Because he had the nerve to grow up gorgeous, charming, and sexy. And as we got older, the dares only got dirtier—and the betting stakes higher—until finally, he left me in pieces. I swore I’d never talk to him again.
But twenty years after I took that flying leap, he’s back in my life, daring me to risk everything for him: my job, my self-worth, and my heart.
How many chances does true love deserve?
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Fueled by pent-up lust and scotch, we stumbled into Oliver’s room and tore at each other’s clothes. It was hot and rough and a little bit violent, as if we were furious we hadn’t been able to keep our hands to ourselves and wanted to take it out on one another’s bodies. We pushed and pulled and growled and grasped. We called each other names and cursed viciously. We knocked over a lamp and ripped Oliver’s shirt.
When we finally exploded together, Oliver had me up against the door, and if our yelling didn’t wake the entire floor, then the pounding must have. I’d have bruises for days.
Afterward, we collapsed on the bed, naked and sweaty and exhausted.
“Oh my God,” I said. “I can’t believe we did that.”
“I know. Me either.”
“I think I pulled a muscle.”
“I think you bit me. Am I bleeding?”
I laughed. “No, but I hope you’re not seeing anyone. If you are, she’s going to wonder about all those scratches on your back.”
“I’m not seeing anyone.” He paused. “Are you?”
Neither of us moved for several minutes. When I caught myself falling asleep, I sat up. “I should go.”
“Why? Just stay here.”
I looked down at him. “You want me to stay?”
“Yeah.” He opened his eyes. In the low light, they almost looked black instead of blue. “Spend the night with me.”
I waited for it—the dirty joke, the excuse, the subtle dig—the reason he’d toss out for asking me to stay. It couldn’t just be that he wanted me here.
But he didn’t say anything more. He just reached out and covered my hand with his.
I looked at our hands for a moment, and a thousand memories came rushing back. Some good, some bad, but all us. I felt close to him, and I didn’t want to leave. “Okay. I’ll stay.”
“Good.” He took off his watch and put it on the nightstand.
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, Succession, and Homeland. She occasionally runs three miles, but only so she can have more gin and steak.
Melanie is the author of the ONE & ONLY series, 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.
Ohhhhh my I loved this! Karina’s one of my favorite authors and Ireland’s one of my favorite places so I knew this book was gonna be good for me. And I was right! It’s sexy, emotional, dramatic, funny, and also did I say sexy?
Karina has a way of really bringing you into the moment and I felt all the emotions. Even when I wanted to shake Padraig for being a jerk, I never disliked him. Valerie’s warmth and optimism were wonderful and engaging.
A lot of the topics in this book were quite heavy, and I felt they were covered with a sensitive hand. Although there was a bit of angst just due to the topics, it wasn’t dragged down into depressing territory. The book remained engaging and humorous throughout. 5/5 stars
When Valerie Stephens made the resolution to say yes to new adventures, she never thought she’d end up in the tiny town of Shambles, fake engaged to one of Ireland’s top rugby players. But there’s a first time for everything.
They say bad things happen in threes.
After my boyfriend broke off our engagement, I lost my apartment, and was laid off from my job, I can definitely attest to that.
They also say life is what happens when you say yes to new adventures.
So when my two sisters invited me to ring in the new year in Ireland, I decided to throw all caution to the wind and go for it. I was going to let “saying yes” be my new resolution.
Little did I know I’d spend New Year’s Eve having a hot and dirty one-night stand with Padraig McCarthy, one hell of a sexy Irishman. I also didn’t know that the brooding and intense sex god was one of Ireland’s top rugby players.
A rugby player with a proposition for me:
Come with him to his tiny hometown of Shambles and pretend to be his fiancé for a few days, just so that his ailing father can have some peace of mind.
It sounded simple enough.
It was anything but.
Not when a town gets up in your business, not when the media hunts you down, not when your past comes back in the picture, not when there are real hearts and feelings at stake.
Not when there are secrets that could break you.
They say life is what happens when you say yes to new adventures.