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I am an enthusiast (not to say bluntly – that I have an obsession), that loves to read books. Lots of books. I don’t really have a favourite genre. I read everything that perks my interests and goes currently with my mood. And it does change quite regularly. One day I will reading Young Adult or Paranormal Romance, but next I will switch to Shakespeare or some poetry. I love classics. My dream is to have every single one of them on my book shelf (once I will lottery, so I can fit them in my separate library that will be build for me – girl can dream?). That love made me study English Philology with BA in English/American Literature and Theory of the Literature. But as an enthusiast, I like to go beyond the shelves I was accustomed to after 3 years of studying. Where at Uni the literature ended on 20th century, I like to find new authors with new stories to be told.

Release Blitz and ARC Review: The Weight of Life by Whitney Barbetti

Mila




“Don’t let go.” Those were my first words to him, as I hung over the side of a London bridge. The words I would soon say again, in a moment that didn’t involve bridges, but something much more fragile: my heart.

He held onto me for three weeks, in a time when I needed to be held. Needed to connect to someone who understood how loss tunneled unrepentantly through the fabric of your soul.

Although he said he’d stay, we both knew he wouldn’t. I had already survived one loss—I didn’t know if I’d survive another. 
Ames

She spun into my life like a tornado of smiles and chatter and everything else I’d long avoided, with a persistence that I admired, albeit begrudgingly. She broke down each neat wall I’d constructed without even trying. Her presence alone caused me to remember what it felt like to smile, to look forward to what the day would bring.

But it was only supposed to last three weeks.

“Don’t let go,” she’d pleaded.

I’d promised her I wouldn’t—but I would. I didn’t have a choice.
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Wow. Simply wow. It’s my first book by Ms Barbetti and I am simply mesmerised by her writing style. Beautiful, full of emotions. 

In here Ms Barberton brought together people from different worlds, surroundings and lifestyles. And she made them fall in love. Unconventionally. Beautifully. Totally. And she made me believe in that love against all the differences the characters had. 

Ames. Yes. God. I found a new book boyfriend that I want just only for myself. His growth over the book is huge. And Mila? She simply had a beautiful soul. But even she could hurt. And hurt she did. 

Ms Barbetti created a story with all the feels a love story needs. 

Definitely recommended. 

5 stars.

Release Blitz: Broken Lyric by RB Hilliard

Title: Broken Lyric
Series: Meltdown Series #2
Author: RB Hilliard
Genre: Romantic Suspense/Rock
Release Date: June 28, 2017
 

5 Stars from Rox Reads – “Nash Bostwick has left me clutching my heart and has earned 5 amazing stars from me.”


5 Stars from Author Freya Barker – “Broken Lyric is a poignant and haunting ballad by RB Hilliard, and needs to be experienced!”


5 Stars from Whynter Raven – “WOW!! I dont think I put this book down. RB had on the edge of my seat the whole time. I can’t wait for book three.”

Nash Bostwick is the sexy, playboy lead guitarist of the world renowned band, Meltdown. He doesn’t do love, because love only leads to pain.

Then he meets Rowan…

Rowan Burns is running. Her secrets are deep and her past is deadly. She doesn’t have time for love, nor does she want it.

Then she meets Nash…

When Nash and Rowan finally take a chance on love, a family tragedy threatens to derail Nash’s career. In his search for answers he pushes Rowan away.

By the time Nash realizes what he’s done, it might just be too late…

RB Hilliard lives in Charlotte, North Carolina with her husband and two children. Her love of the written word led her to pursue a degree in English and later a career as an academic language therapist. In 2012 she took a break from teaching and began writing her first novel, His End Game. Hilliard has published five books in her MMG Series, as well as Utterly Forgettable, a romantic comedy and Fractured Beat, the first in her Meltdown Series.

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Release Blog Tour and Review: A Life Less Beautiful by Elle Brooks

A Life Less Beautiful by Elle Brooks

Cover Design by Elle Brooks

Release Date: June 8, 2017

 

Synopsis

Ellis Hughes has loved the girl next door since he was ten-years-old. She was his sun, moon, and every visible star in a clear night sky. She was also his biggest regret.

 

When a terrible accident rips Ellis and Harlow apart, it shatters both their hearts beyond repair. More than a decade later, Ellis has paid his penance, but his regret still lingers, and the love he once harbored for his childhood sweetheart has never faded.

 

What Ellis believes has been destroyed forever, slowly comes back to life, only for a cruel twist of fate to intervene. Knowing he cannot live his life without Harlow in it, he faces the ultimate test of selflessness.

 

He must sacrifice his own heart to mend hers.

 

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About the Author

I’m a little neurotic; I function on a tiny amount of sleep, and a huge amount of caffeine. I love old movies, green skittles, and have a slightly strange, and irrational fear of stormy weather.

 

When I’m not locked away scribbling down the crazy stories that occupy my mind, I can be found at home in East Yorkshire with my husband and two children.

 

I’m unashamedly fickle and can be persuaded to do just about anything with the promise of a good book, new shoes, or a bottle of bubbles.

 

Oh, and did I mention I also love to write?

 

Connect with Elle

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REVIEW:

There is not enough words to describe how I felt reading this book. In any language. It simply took my breath away. Ms Brooks has a way with her words that always leaves me speechless. And this book was no different. No. It was so much more. 


In here we meet Ellis and Harlow. Best friends. Best couple. Best everything. Nothing could keep them apart. Nothing and no one. 


Both of them are so hard not to love. You simply can’t hate them. It’s impossible. 


I knew Elle will not create a normal drama where there is a bad breakup because of misunderstanding or because they are off to college. No. She has to take your heart squish it slowly and then put into a mincer. When your heart is nothing but pieces, she is slowly picking all the pieces and expertly mending them together.  


There is not enough stars to rate this book. It’s simply a masterpiece that lands as first on my reading list for this year. It will be hard to move it from its spot. 


5 beautiful stars. 


Thank you for writing it. Thank you for giving us Harlow and Ellis.

Cover Reveal: Girls and Boys by M. B. Feeney

 

Jack Robinson and Andy Stone are best friends, navigating their way through life in 90s London with a soundtrack of Britpop. Jack’s in his final year at university and still has no idea about what he wants to do with his life, while Andy’s a mechanic by day, a bit of a man-whore the rest of the time.

Adapting to a new place to live in a big city isn’t easy, especially when girls, alcohol, and hard work get in the way, but having your best friend with you every step of the way makes it that much easier… well, when you’re not ignoring each other.

Filled with laughter and heartache, Jack and Andy’s story is for everyone. A hint of romance, a solid friendship, and plenty of stupid mistakes. But, will they learn from them?

 

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Arriving at my parking space, I stopped short when I saw my car. It was absolutely trashed; glass littered the ground around me from the shattered windows and the bricks that held it up off the ground seemed to mock me with their newness. It started to rain, lightly.

“Absolutely… Unfucking… Believable.” My words came out through clenched teeth as I once again rooted around in my pockets, this time for change for the phone box I could see across the road. “I can’t believe this,” I grumbled away to myself as I dialled Andy’s work number. “Hey, man, I really need your towing thing,” I said the second he answered.

“It’s called an ‘A frame’, you idiot, and what bit fell off this time, mate?” Andy was laughing at me. He always laughed at me and my car, taking the piss when bits happened to fall off her.

“Nothing fell off, you prick? Someone killed my car. They actually killed her, wheels and all! Can you come rescue what’s left of her?” I told him where I was, put the phone down to end the call, and walked back over to my car.

Despite the cold and wet, I sat on the damp curb; my parka coat pulled under my backside, and looked at my beat up old car. It wasn’t much, just a mangy old Ford Capri, but she was mine.The shitty stereo chewed up more tapes than it played and the seats weren’t too comfortable, but it was my car, my pride and joy. I just hoped Andy would be able to work his mechanical magic. Hearing a rumble, I turned to see the man himself turn the corner in his large 4×4. It was just as old as my car, but built like a damn tank.

“Fucking hell, Jack, that car has been well and truly violated, mate. I feel for you.” He clapped his huge hand down onto my shoulder. I cringed as pain radiated across my back. Andy was enormous, both in height and build. I was considered tall, at six feet one, but he dwarfed me. His work as a mechanic, coupled with his gym sessions created muscles out of his muscles, something he was quick to use to his advantage when chatting up the ladies, one of his favourite pastimes. Coupled with his dark hair, olive skin, and brown eyes, all the girl fell at his feet. Some even came back for seconds.

“Will you be able-,” His eyes were roaming against every broken, scratched and dented part of my beloved girl.

“I’m insulted, Jack. Once I’m done with her, she’ll be purring.” Andy’s shit eating grin was wide. As usual, he managed to make a simple sentence sound sexual.

“Let’s get started, but I can tell you now, this won’t be cheap, mate. You sure you’re up for it? It might just be worth finally weighing it in for scrap and getting something else.”

I just glared at him as we hooked the car up to the towing frame and headed back to the garage.

“Okay, maybe not then.”

 

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M. B. Feeney is an army brat who finally settled down in Birmingham, UK with her other half, two kids and a dog. She often procrastinates by listening to music of all genres and trying to get ‘just one more paragraph’ written on whichever WIP is open; she is also a serious doodler and chocoholic. Writing has been her one true love ever since she could spell, and publishing is the final culmination of her hard work and ambition.

Her publishing career began with two novellas, and she currently has multiple projects under way, in the hopes that her portfolio of what have been described as “everyday love stories for everyday people” will continue to grow. Always having something on the go can often lead to block which eventually gets dissolved by good music and an even better book.

Her main reason for writing is to not only give her readers enjoyment, but also to create a story and characters that stay with readers long after the book is finished, and possibly make someone stop and think “what if . . . ”

 

 

 

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Review: Imbalance by Heather Hildenbrand

O. M. F. G. I really thought that Heather is not able to make my jaw hit the floor even harder after the previous part but she managed. Brilliantly. Geniusly (no idea if such word exists). She is a queen of twists. An evil queen but hey she creates awesome books so I’m okay with that! 
I can’t really say much about the story at this point as anything would be a major spoiler. But this is my favourite part so far. 
I cannot wait for the next book and surprises she will bring us!
Massive. Huge. Enormous 5 stars. 
Well done Ms. Hildenbrand. 


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ARC Review: Demon Ember by M. J. Haag


Wow. This book. This story. This world pulled me in straight away. It starts quite innocently with tremors in another country and college girl being interested in them. Nothing unusual right? Until the tremors start to happen in US too. And after the tremors weird big dogs start to appear. 
By chapter three I had goosebumps. It was getting that good already. 
Mya is a normal college student, fighting her way through finals and missing her family. I loved her relationship with her brother. From the beginning you can tell they are close. #Freaksbyblood 
I also really liked her way of thinking. She wanted to panic but was pushing it down, but at the same time wasn’t a badass heroine that suddenly knew how to shoot and kill. She was more real. 
Ms Haag created a masterpiece of an apocalyptic world. Dog like creatures spreading infection that makes people attack healthy. And HIM. Can you have a crush on a creature not from your normal world? That is not really handsome or hot but has that Something? Well I guess you can because I’m crushing real hard in him. 
I cannot wait for the next part. I really want more. Like now please?
Definitely a 5 star read!


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Release Tour: Truth or Dare by L. A. Cotton

 Truth or Dare (Liar Liar #2)

by l. a. cotton

 
Genre: Mature YA

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BLURB

 Escaping to Credence was supposed to be Becca’s shot at a new life, but some secrets refuse to stay hidden, and now that the truth is out, everything changes.


Everything.


The people she thought she could trust lied. The guy she thought cared about her kept her in the dark. And with no one to turn to, Becca finds it hard to unravel the truth. When she finally does, her past and present collide in a way no one saw coming.


The truth can hurt you … Some dares will destroy you.


 
 

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EXCERPT

I pushed my way farther into the thick of
it, earning me a couple of hard glares from guys twice my size. Becca spun
again, facing the stage, and I moved behind her, leaving only a sliver of space
between us. It was perfect timing because
the song ended and the band went straight into something with less base. The
sea of faceless people swayed and bobbed their heads in time with the mellow
beat. Becca followed them, her shoulders swinging from side to side. Her black
sweater hung off one shoulder, revealing a khaki tank top underneath and milky
skin just begging to be touched. Without thinking, I slid my arms around her
waist and gathered her against me. Her body recoiled, and I felt Becca’s fight
instinct kick in, but I held firm, dipping my mouth to her ear. “It’s me,” I
whispered.

She relaxed into me and continued moving to
the music. I didn’t care that I looked all kinds of awkward because it was the
closest Becca had let me get since the night we’d been together. My fingers dug
into her hips at the memory, anchoring her to me, but she didn’t move. She didn’t
fight me off or give me hell; she just continued
to soak up the atmosphere. I didn’t want to push her or be a jerk, but I was a guy,
and she was here, pressed up against me, looking all kinds of hot.

Did she feel it too?

The pulse of electricity between us, the
spark?

Becca hadn’t been wrong when she’d accused
me of using her to forget about all the shit going on in my life, but it was
more than that with us. We both knew it, and deep down, I think that was why
she was so reluctant to give me a second chance.

We had a shot at something real.

Something messy and ugly and raw—and that
terrified her. Hell, it terrified me. Becca hadn’t grown up in a place like
Credence, but she’d ended up here for a reason. If she’d just let me in If she’d trust me with whatever it was she
was hiding, I could help. I could be
there for her. Maybe that made me a selfish bastard, dragging her into my
fucked-up life, but she made breathing easier. She made everything a little bit
easier, and I hadn’t expected—or even wanted—it to happen, but I needed her.
I needed her more than she would ever know, so if there was even a tiny chance she would let me back in, I would take it. Starting with right now.



ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Author of mature young adult and new adult novels, L A is happiest writing the kind of books she loves to read: addictive stories full of teenage angst, tension, twists and turns.

Home is a small town in the middle of England where she currently juggles being a full-time writer with being a mother/referee to two little people. In her spare time (and when she’s not camped out in front of the laptop) you’ll most likely find L A immersed in a book, escaping the chaos that is life.

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 Review

O. M. G. What a conclusion! This book certainly made my heart race! 


The first part of the book is showing how Becca lost trust to anyone surrounding her. Her parents, new friends and Evan. The truths from book 1 showed her that she is not able to trust anyone as it seems everyone has their own agenda that is supposed to “protect her”. Even when she appreciates the protectiveness she would prefer honesty. Especially from her parents and Evan. 

 

I like how Ms. Cotton shows more Evan POV here. How she struggles and wants Becca back. Even going so low as to use his adorable younger brother. He btw is just way too cute!


After I think around 45% of the book the twist that Ms. Cotton cunningly introduces made my jaw hit the floor. 


I. Did. Not. Expect. THAT!


I won’t say anything else except: READ THE DAMN BOOK NOW!


Definitely 5 stars!

Cover Reveal: A Life Less Beautiful by Elle Brooks

A Life Less Beautiful by Elle Brooks

Cover Design by Elle Brooks

Release Date: June 8, 2017

 

Synopsis

Ellis Hughes has loved the girl next door since he was ten-years-old. She was his sun, moon, and every visible star in a clear night sky. She was also his biggest regret.

 

When a terrible accident rips Ellis and Harlow apart, it shatters both their hearts beyond repair. More than a decade later, Ellis has paid his penance, but his regret still lingers, and the love he once harbored for his childhood sweetheart has never faded.

 

What Ellis believes has been destroyed forever, slowly comes back to life, only for a cruel twist of fate to intervene. Knowing he cannot live his life without Harlow in it, he faces the ultimate test of selflessness.

 

He must sacrifice his own heart to mend hers.

 

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About the Author

I’m a little neurotic; I function on a tiny amount of sleep, and a huge amount of caffeine. I love old movies, green skittles, and have a slightly strange, and irrational fear of stormy weather.

 

When I’m not locked away scribbling down the crazy stories that occupy my mind, I can be found at home in East Yorkshire with my husband and two children.

 

I’m unashamedly fickle and can be persuaded to do just about anything with the promise of a good book, new shoes, or a bottle of bubbles.

Oh, and did I mention I also love to write?

 

 

Connect with Elle

Website: https://www.ellebrooksauthor.com

Facebook Author Page: https://www.facebook.com/elle.brooks.author

Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/ellebrooksauthor

Twitter: https://twitter.com/ellebrooksautho

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Goodreads Author Page: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/8192108.Elle_Brooks

 

Audiobook review: Joy Ride by Lauren Blakely

I have received a free code from the author. 
Omg. Omg. Omg. This story is simply hot. Amazing. Sexy. Funny. I loved it. 
In here we meet Max. An owner of car customisation shop. He is handsome, sexy and he knows it. He liked to have good time with ladies but is honest about it so no drama from crazy ex which I liked. He always said not to mix pleasure with business and never sleep with the enemy but when he former apprentice comes back to his life, his lust and desire for her comes back with double strength. 
I loved Max’s and Henley’s banter. It was sexy, funny and definitely hot. I liked that Lauren didn’t create a huge drama here but kept it rather light. It helped me survive my first day after returning to work after maternity. 
Ps. Listening at work might not be a best idea as Sebastian’s voice is simply yum. 
5 stars and it’s definitely not the last book

I picked up by Lauren and not the last audiobook narrated by Sebastian. 

Release Blitz and ARC Review: Baby Daddy by Noelle L’Amour

Title: Baby Daddy
Author: Nelle L’Amour
Genre: Romantic Comedy
Standalone Full Length Novel
Release Date: May 15, 2017
Blurb

“Nelle’s
comedic talent shines in Baby Daddy. I laughed, I cried, and my eReader
almost caught fire from the steamy chemistry between Dee and Drake —Lauren
Blakely, NYT #1 Bestselling
Author
A new
STANDALONE romantic comedy from the New York Times Bestselling author of THAT
MAN and UNFORGETTABLE. 
I have
three cardinal rules:
Never mix
business with pleasure
Never let a
woman spend the night.
Never date
a woman with kids.
Kids freak
me out. God only knows how many this baby daddy has. Man, what was I thinking
when I was in college? Me, Drake Hanson. God’s gift to women. Aka Donor 5262.
It was a piece of cake and fifteen hundred dollars a month for my deposits (in
sperm bank speak) came in handy. Wank, bank, and go. I just didn’t think about
the consequences. One day, some kid is going to call me Daddy and I’m going to
get hit up for child support. Big time.
Now, my
father is pressuring me to settle down because the investor who’s looking to
acquire his animation company doesn’t want a player running a family-oriented
business. Just in time, she came along. The temp. Dee Walker. The minute the
hot as sin brunette with her killer curves and those chocolate brown eyes
stepped foot in my office and saved me from an ugly disaster with her magic
hands, I wanted her to be mine. Except she’s totally off limits. And there’s
someone else she loves with all her heart and soul that I can’t replace.
Can my temp
become my forever before my past catches up with me? I’m willing to break all
the rules. 
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With Tyson skating on her own close to the railing and Drake by her side, the twosome skated over to me.
“Mommy, skating is SO much fun! You should try it!”
“She’s right,” Drake chimed in.
“I’m afraid I’ll fall.”
“But, Mommy, you have a big butt so it won’t hurt.”
Mortification raced through me. I felt myself turning as red as a beet. Kids say the darndest things, right? Wrong! My sassy almost six-year-old had no filter.
Drake broke out into hysterical laughter.
I clenched my fists. I wanted to punch him. “It’s not funny.”
“Dee, you have a great butt. Now, get your ass on the ice.”
“C’mon, Mommy,” Ty pleaded. “Please, pretty please with a cherry on top.”
Drake’s laughter let up. “Mighty, why don’t you take a spin around the rink? You’re ready to skate all by yourself. Stay close to the railing and hold on to it if you have to.”
“Yay!” On my next breath, she took off. My breath caught in my throat, but she seemed to be managing just fine.
Drake stayed behind. All that separated us was the waist-high railing. He leaned into me. His sparkling blue eyes flickered with a mixture of determination and mischief while his warm breath heated my cheeks. His hands tugged playfully at the ends of my wool plaid scarf.
“Aren’t you going to skate with Tyson?”
He glanced in her direction. She was already halfway around the rink. “She’s doing just fine by herself. She’s a total natural. She reminds me of myself at that age. I took, like her, to the ice like a penguin.”
“But what if she falls?”
He shrugged. “She’ll get up.” He tugged again at my scarf. “C’mon, Dee, get your big beautiful butt on the ice.”
“No way.”
“That does it.”
My eyes stayed on him as he skated with amazing grace and speed to the entrance of the rink, stormed off the ice, and marched my way. In a single swoop, he hauled me over his shoulders.
“What the hell are you doing, Drake?”
“Getting you on the ice,” he responded, marching back to the entrance, one hand gripping me right below my ass.
“Put me down!” I began to kick my feet in protest.
“Behave! And stop kicking. Skate blades are sharp and can be very dangerous. I don’t want you to cut off my dick. I’d like to keep it intact. And the same with my balls.”
Rage filled every bone in my body. The asshole! He’d made me his captive like some kind of caveman. “Stop,” I shrieked at the top of my lungs as he marched us back on the ice and then raced around the rink at breakneck speed. We quickly caught up with Tyson.
“Hi, Mommy!” she yelled out as we flew by. I could hear her giggling as the whooshing sound of Drake’s skates sung in my ears.
Speeding around the ice, draped over Drake’s shoulder, I was getting dizzy. My arms hung loose like a ragdoll’s within groping distance of his perfect buns of steel. Blood rushed to my head. I’d had enough.
“Put me down!” I breathed out.
“Are you ready to stop acting like a brat?”
“I am not a brat!”
Without warning, he swatted my ass with his free hand. The slap stung straight through my thick leggings, but the incendiary sting strangely turned me on. A barrage of tingles blazed through me, clustering between my inner thighs.
“Put me down,” I yelled again.
He didn’t say a thing. Coming to a braking halt that left a skid mark on the ice, he set me on my feet. Standing behind me, he kept his hands anchored on my waist to keep me balanced. I stood as frozen as the ice, hoping he’d never let me go. Partly because I was nervous as shit. And mostly because it felt so good to have his hands touching me. The sparks coursing through my body were definitely not going to help with skating.
“Okay, I’m going to teach you how to skate. Trust me, you’re going to be the next Dorothy Hamill.”
I couldn’t help a nervous laugh. “I. Don’t. Think. So.”
He laughed his sexy laugh. “Think again.”
“Seriously, Drake, I don’t think I can do this.”
“Come on. If your five-year-old daughter can, so can you.”
My eyes darted to Tyson, who was circling around the rink. Her strokes were a little awkward, but she was definitely skating. And doing it well.
“Tyson is fearless,” I countered.
“What are you afraid of?” he breathed into my ear. The warmth of his breath sent a chill down my spine.
“Of falling.” Of falling for you.
“You won’t. I’ve got you. Now push off with one foot and then the other.”
Trembling, I did what he asked. My legs wobbled, but I moved three feet forward. A small victory on the slippery ice.
“Nice. Now do it again. But this time push from your hips, not your knees.”
“Okay,” I stammered. I did as he asked and noticed how much steadier and more powerful my strokes were. Still holding me firmly, he asked me to repeat the movements and I did so several more times. I’d probably skated a total of twenty feet.
“You’re doing great!” He let go of me with one hand.
Gah! Don’t let go of me.
And then he tugged at my ponytail before repositioning himself so that we were side by side. He laced his fingers with mine. My heart pounding, I squeezed his hand.
“What are you doing?” I asked, my voice as contorted as my face.
“What does it look like? I’m holding your hand. We’re going to skate around the rink.”
“No, I’m not ready for this!” I protested. “I want to get off the ice.”
“Fine. You can get off by yourself. I’m going for a spin. See ya.”
To my utter horror, he let go of my hand and skirted off—skating backward, no less, the damn showoff, facing me with a Cheshire grin plastered on his face.
“Please, Drake,” I begged.
My begging only made his grin grow bigger. “Please what?”
“Please don’t leave me.” I’m not sure if he heard me because my voice was so shaky and small.
His grin morphed into a wicked smile, and in a few frantic heartbeats, he was again by my side. His fingers entwined with mine once more. How warm his hand felt next to my cold and clammy one. He gave my hand a little squeeze.
“I’m never going to leave you, D-baby.”
My heart jumped. He called me baby. He probably called every girl that, but the way he said it so tenderly made me think I was the first. Following his lead, I began to skate with more confidence. Loving every minute of our togetherness.
For about the next five or so minutes, we circled the rink, Drake holding my hand, me improving with each stroke. Once or twice I turned to look at him, and somehow at those moments, his gaze met mine. No words were spoken. Just silent smiles.
Midway around the rink, my baby called out to me. “Look, Mommy. No hands!”
Half elated, half fearful, I craned my head in her direction, losing focus on my strokes. Suddenly, one of my blades caught with Drake’s and my heart lurched in my chest at that horrible sensation that I—we?—were taking a tumble. “Shit,” I heard Drake mumble as the inevitable happened. On my next rapid heartbeat, I was flat on my back on the ice and he was splayed on top of me. We were a breath apart, his heart beating against mine. The warmth of his body caging mine was a sharp contrast to the cold ice beneath me.
“Are you okay?” he asked, the heat of his breath warming my cheeks.
“Yeah. You?”
“Totally.”
I gazed at his face. His lips were parted, his eyes smoldering. The heat of his body was melting the ice beneath me. Melting the distance that separated us.
The weight of Drake’s body kept me from moving. “Can you help me up?”
“Not yet. I like being on top of you.”
I like you on top too. “It can’t be that hard—”
“Yeah, it is that hard. Very hard.” He rocked his hips against me.
Gah! It was hard. Very, very hard.
His eyes blazing into mine, he traced my lips with his fingertip and then leaned in closer until I could practically taste his minty breath. I could feel my heart pounding, hear my breathing grow labored. My lips parted, partly because I needed to get oxygen into my lungs and partly because I wanted him to devour them. I wanted him to kiss me so badly I could scream. As his lips were about to touchdown, a little voice caused us both to jolt. Tyson.
Giggling, she skated up to us. “You guys look so funny!”
Yes, we were a tangled pile of arms and legs. But it was more than just the physical. Our emotions were all tangled up too.
“I’m hungry,” said my little girl.
Drake’s eyes burned into mine. “Me too.”
“Me three.” I’d never hungered for a man as much as I did for my new boss, Drake Hanson.
I should have felt relieved that Tyson didn’t catch us kissing, but instead I felt bereft.

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I am a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author who lives in Los Angeles with her Prince Charming-ish husband, twin college-bound princesses, and a bevy of royal pain-in-the-butt pets. A former executive in the entertainment industry with a prestigious Humanitas Prize for promoting human dignity and freedom to my credit, I gave up playing with Barbies a long time ago, but I still enjoy playing with toys with my hubby. While I write in my PJs, I love to get dressed up and pretend I’m Hollywood royalty. My steamy stories feature characters that will make you laugh, cry, and swoon and stay in your heart forever. They’re often inspired by my past life.

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It was my first book by Noelle and I loved it. LOVED IT. 

The story is well written with great pace and no lose ends. We have a slow paced lust and the sexy times when they finally happened were just perfect. 

But the most enjoyable parts for me were adult-child interactions. They were sweet, adorable and funny. I loved them. Many times I went aaawww or burst into laughter. 

Epilogue did not dissapoint like the rest of the book. 

Perfect light read with a touch of drama. 

5 stars.