I'm in the midst of writing my review for this AMAZING book, but I just had to make a quick blog post to urge you to PRE-ORDER. This is 0.99 right now. It's going up to FULL PRICE tomorrow and guys, THIS IS A FIVE STAR read for both Jessica and me. We LOVE it. Like LOOOVEEEEEEE THE FREAKING HELL OUT OF IT. Get it now, trust me. The swoon is real with this one. I still have tingles. My cheeks hurt from smiling so hard. I'm just enamored with this read. Double reviews from us coming tomorrow!


And yesssssssss! It's a STANDALONE. A complete standalone that is EPIC.

A full-length STANDALONE romantic comedy from USA TODAY bestselling author R.S. Grey.
When your life is a hot mess at twenty, it’s cute. At twenty-seven…well, not so much.
It’s just that my lofty dreams—making it as a real estate agent, paying rent on time, showering daily—have stayed just that: dreams. Oh, and love? I’ve decided love might be a little ambitious for me at the moment. Instead, I’ve settled for the two guys who will never leave me: Ben & Jerry.
That is, until Dr. Adam Foxe takes up residence as the town’s new vet.
With his strong jaw, easy confidence, and form-fitting scrubs, it’s not long before every housewife in Hamilton is dragging neglected tomcats in for weekly checkups.
Like everyone else, I’m intrigued. Even after I spoil my chance at a good first impression, he still offers me a proposition I can’t refuse: play his girlfriend at a family function and he’ll hire me as his real estate agent. Welcome to love in the 21st century.
It’s too bad I underestimated Adam’s irresistible charm and the undeniable attraction that burns between us. The day he pins me to the wall and silences me with a kiss, the line between reality and ruse begins to blur. Every teasing touch brings me to my knees. Every kiss promises more.
It looks like my hot mess of a life is about to get a little hotter.



The Clover Chapel is here, it's LIVE. I loved this book. And I really really really love this series. Review and excerpt below, but I need to say that this should most definitely be on your summer reading list!

Title: The Clover Chapel
Series: Jamison Valley Series Bk # 2
Author: Devney Perry
Release Date: May 30, 2017

She took a dare and fell in love. Truth would have been the smarter choice.
After years of living under her father’s thumb, Emmeline is ready to break free. She’s abandoned her life as a New York socialite to follow her dream of becoming a kindergarten teacher in a small, wholesome town. Seeing the man that nearly broke her was absolutely not what she had hoped to find in Prescott, Montana.
Nick hasn’t seen his Emmy in nine years, but that doesn’t mean he’s forgotten a thing about the woman he loves. After just one blissful night as man and wife, he gave her up, sacrificing his own happiness to keep her safe—far away from him. But the moment she walks back into his lonely life is the moment he decides never to let her go again. He won’t waste his second chance. All he has to do is win back Emmeline’s heart, keep her safe from the shadows in his past and prove to her that taking a wager on him is a sure bet.
Devney Perry's books are becoming my newest favorite addiction. I fell in love with her when I read The Coppersmith Farmhouse and that has most definitely carried over with The Clover Chapel. This series is refreshing and sexy, addictive and heart stopping, and once you start reading you'll be hooked. Romantic suspense that captivates you from the first to the very last page, I have to say, I more than recommend it. 

The Jamison Valley Series consists of two novels so far: The Coppersmith Farmhouse and The Clover Chapel. Both books are standalone novels that follow two different couples. That said, I recommend that you read these books in order. So many of the characters you meet in the first novel show up in the second, and the Coppersmith storyline is talked about in The Clover Chapel.  The thing that makes this series so great is that we get to see the previous couples in the new books. It builds, getting better and better over time. 

The Clover Chapel focuses on Nick and Emmy. These two have an intense chemistry that you feel right from the start. They fell in love one night in Vegas and got married in a dizzying, fairy tale romance come true. But the next day Emmy wakes up and her groom, Nick, has left. Fast forward 9 years, and they've had no contact at all. There's been no closure. Emmy has no idea what happened to Nick. She has so many questions she's sure she'll never find answers to. But life goes on, and so has Emmy. After living the high life in Manhattan, she's exhausted from her father's demands and the social requirements of city life. She decides to escape and spend a year teaching Kindergarten in Prescott. But what she thinks will be a time to relax, turns into way more than she could have ever expected. 

Nick's regretted walking away from Emmy for the last nine years. A day never goes by where he doesn't think of his wife, but his only wish for her is that she's out there living the happy life he knew he could never give her. Living in Prescott, Nick works as the local Fire Chief. Life for him is good, but it's about to get better when the second chance he never imagined he would get is put right within his reach. Nick and Emmy sizzle on the pages with a sweet dynamic that takes instant control of your heart. I loved reading their love story and simply put, I couldn't get enough. 

I really adore how layered this series is. Not only do we have a romance aspect that's slow-burning and delicious, but we have the suspense element woven into the background that leaves you on the edge of your seat. Devney's a fantastic writer who works to develop her characters, giving them depth and life one word at a time. 

Overall, I loved The Clover Chapel. I can't wait to see where this series goes as a whole and to read as all the stories! Addicting and fun, sexy and heartwarming, this is definitely a favorite of mine. One I would absolutely recommend you adding to your reading list.

Angie's Rating:

“I want a chance,” Nick said.

“A chance for what?” I asked.

“A chance to start again.”

My mouth fell open. Was he serious? “What? Why?”

“You asked me back then if I believed in fate. I didn’t until I met you. And I’ve spent nine years thinking I’d never see your face again. But fate brought you back into my life and I’m not going to mess it up again.”

I struggled to swallow the lump in my throat and speak. “You left me.”

“Please believe I did it for a good reason. And not a day has gone by when I haven’t regretted it.” He stroked the side of my trapped hand with his thumb.

“Why?” My eyes filled with tears the second the word passed my lips.

“I promise I’ll explain. Just not tonight,” he said.

My heart sank and I sagged into the heavily padded bench seat. This was his test and he had failed miserably. I didn’t want a deflection, a promise to explain later. He could disappear tomorrow for another nine years for all I knew.

“No,” I said. “No chances. You could have found me. You could have explained. You’ve lost your chance.”

His jaw clenched and the muscle on his forehead twitched. If he actually thought a couple of sweet sentences—which lacked an apology, I might add—would have me falling all over him again, he was sorely mistaken.

“I stayed away from you because I figured you would have moved on. But you’re not happy. I can see it plain as day. Give me a chance?”

I looked to the table. “No. I want a divorce.”

“You won’t get one.”

“What?” I gasped, my eyes snapping up to his.

“No divorce. I’ll contest it.”

“Do you really think challenging me and my legal team is a good idea, Nick? You’ll be wasting both our time and money.”

“I don’t care. I’ll do whatever it takes.”

“Is this about my money? Is that what you want? Then fine. Name your price. Just let me go.”

“It’s not about your fucking money. It never was. But I’m not letting you go until I get my chance.”

Devney lives in Montana with her husband and two children. After working in the technology industry for nearly a decade, she abandoned conference calls and project schedules to enjoy a slower pace at home with her kids. She loves reading and, after consuming hundreds of books, decided to share her own stories.


Haven't read THE COPPERSMITH FARMHOUSE? Get a copy here! This is the first book in the series and I ADORED every second of reading it. The twists and turns kept me on the edge of my seat and the romance was so sweet! 


One old farmhouse brought them together. It could also tear them apart.
Gigi has just uprooted her whole world to start a new life. The unexpected gift of a farmhouse in small-town Montana is just what she and her daughter need to escape big-city loneliness. The last thing she needs is attitude from the town’s sheriff, the most perfectly attractive and ruggedly handsome man she’s ever laid eyes on—and a complete jerk.
Jess knows all about women like Gigi. Beautiful. Sexy. Scheming. She’s stolen his sanctuary, the farmhouse that should have been his. But along with a face full of freckles, she’s got a sharp wit and a backbone of steel—something he doesn’t discover until after making a complete fool of himself. If he can earn back her trust and win her heart, he might just find the home he’s always needed.



Title: A Girl Like Me
Series: Bk #2 - Like Us Duet
Author: Ginger Scott
Release Date: May 26, 2017

I’m not supposed to be here.
Death has come for me more than once, and each time it’s been a boy who’s stood between me and my final breath.
I called him Christopher when he saved me as a child. When he came into my life again, only months ago, I knew him as Wes. Just as he did the time before, he disappeared the moment he made sure I was out of harm’s way; as if I didn’t need any more saving.
This time, though, death left me with a reminder of how powerful it is. I know it meant to strip me of my spirit again, but it failed.
Even so, I know I need Wes to survive. Our souls are woven together somehow, our every breath in sync. I feel it, even though everyone says I shouldn’t.
The world thinks he’s missing.
His loved ones don’t want to believe he’s dead.
Only I know just how special he is.
I’m going to find him and bring him home, where he belongs. Together, we’ll face impossible—we’ll rewrite our ending.
And when the bad guys come calling, we will always win.
 A Girl Like Me is unequivocally my most anticipated read of the year. After the way A Boy Like You left me hanging, I needed answers. I needed to know what would come of Josselyn and if what she suspected of Wes was true. Of course, any book by Ginger Scott leaves me full of anticipation but she's never left me with quite as many unanswered questions as she did in the first half of this duet. I couldn't wait for this sequel, for the conclusion to such an unbelievably spellbinding storyline, for this extraordinary book that ended up being everything I could've hoped for and a million and one things I never could've expected.

A Girl Like Me follows Joss as she seeks out answers she's been searching for her entire life... answers to questions we were also left with after the final page of A Boy Like You. This is as much a story of self discovery and acceptance as it is a romance. It's as much a story about Josselyn finding her own strength as it is a story about a special boy who was always around at precisely the right time... until he wasn't. I was completely gutted by the life Joss had led in the first book. And while much of what evolved in the first book was both healing and encouraging... it also wasn't. Joss was inevitably left broken and alone in an entirely new way when the boy who became her hero disappeared from her life. This continuation of that story, as Joss looks for the truth about her missing boy and his connection to her past, is gut wrenching, tugging the heart strings and knotting my stomach the whole way through. This story is intense. It's emotional. It had me gripping my kindle with white knuckled hands, eagerly devouring each page to see what would happen next.

While it's certainly cryptic and a bit confusing at times, A Girl Like Me is pieced together PERFECTLY. I'll admit I was completely perplexed for much of it, but I was also in awe over how Ginger Scott meticulously crafted this entire storyline. You can't truly appreciate what you've read until you reach the end and can look back at the entire puzzle for what it is. No stone is left unturned, every detail from their childhood to present day fits perfectly into place to illustrate an unbelievably powerful story of love and loyalty and maybe something a little extraordinary. You know the past is somehow intertwined with the present, you know that characters are connected in ways that don't really make sense until they do. You know unbelievable things are happening and that stories have been told, but you really don't know what to believe until everything reveals itself at just the right time. You just have to sit back and let it all unfold before it makes any sense. Because it will. A Girl Like Me is mysterious, completely intriguing, and I was consumed. I was swept away by this beautiful story about a boy that does everything he can to save his world and a girl who finds her own power when her superhero disappears.

A Girl Like Me is a story of impossible things. It's the story of two young people, both abandoned by the people who should've loved them the most, seemingly destined to heal and protect each other's broken parts. It's a story of survival and strength and forgiveness and hope woven seamlessly with the impossible, with mystery, with romance. This duet is unlike anything this author has ever written. This duet is unlike anything I've ever read. This duet is a thought provoking, emotional journey to find answers, to move forward, to find peace. I was completely gripped by what this author created, if for no other reason than to find those answers. My desire to understand the past and the present and what was to come was enough to keep me glued. But the love story between Joss and Wes is something else. It's special. It's sweet and difficult and heartbreaking and beautiful and, at times, incredibly sexy. Combine all of that with this undercurrent of unease that winds through this story, keeping me at the very edge of my seat both dreading and anxious for what was to come, and it all culminates into an unputdownable story I couldn't get enough of.

Jessica's Rating:

Ginger Scott is an Amazon-bestselling and Goodreads Choice Award-nominated author of several young and new adult romances, including Waiting on the Sidelines, Going Long, Blindness, How We Deal With Gravity, This Is Falling, You and Everything After, The Girl I Was Before, Wild Reckless, Wicked Restless and In Your Dreams.

A sucker for a good romance, Ginger’s other passion is sports, and she
often blends the two in her stories. (She’s also a sucker for a hot quarterback, catcher, pitcher, point guard…the list goes on.) Ginger has been writing and editing for newspapers, magazines and blogs for more than 15 years. She has told the stories of Olympians, politicians, actors, scientists, cowboys, criminals and towns. For more on her and her work, visit her website at http://www.littlemisswrite.com.

When she's not writing, the odds are high that she's somewhere near a baseball diamond, either watching her son field pop flies like Bryce Harper or cheering on her favorite baseball team, the Arizona Diamondbacks. Ginger lives in Arizona and is married to her college sweetheart whom she met at ASU (fork 'em, Devils).



You guys, I want to talk about this series, and my obsession with it. First off, Vicious and Defy sat on my Kindle for a long time and I had absolutely NO IDEA what was sitting there, just waiting on me to get my shit together. Honestly, I'm completely and wholly obsessed with these characters. I can't even explain the way I feel right now. It's another level. I'm consumed with Vicious, Jaime and Dean. 

UTTERLY INTOXICATED by their stories. 

These books are spectacular. They are magnificent. They are EXACTLY what I want in every single book I pick up. Intense feels. Riveting plot lines. Sex that makes me tingle. And love stories that rip my heart out, while making me smile, swoon and fall in love, thus owning me completely. These books are perfect. You can't get better than Vicious, Defy, and Ruckus (which I am half way through and having a major moment over). The thought of someone skipping this series and not reading each book is absurd to me. We hear the term MUST READ a lot. But this, you guys, this is the DEFINITION of a MUST READ series. This should be REQUIRED reading. MANDATORY READING for romance fans. It's a little dark, but these characters are real and raw, unfiltered and intriguing, charming and yet complete assholes, and that is exactly what makes them so damn special.

Title: Ruckus
Series: Sinners of Saint #2
Author: L.J. Shen
Release Date: May 24, 2017

^^^ ONLY 0.99 + ON KU

They say that life is a beautiful lie and death a painful truth. They're right.
No one has ever made me feel more alive than the guy who serves as a constant reminder that my clock is ticking.
He is my forbidden, shiny apple.
The striking fallacy to my blunt, raw, truth.
He is also my sister's ex-boyfriend.
One thing you should know before you judge me;
I saw him first. I craved him first. I loved him first.
Eleven years later, he waltzed into my life, demanding a second chance.
Dean Cole wants to be my bronze horseman. My white knight has finally arrived. Hopefully, he isn’t too late.
They say the brightest stars burn out the fastest. They’re right.
She sets my mind on fire.
All smart mouth, snarky attitude and a huge heart.
In a world where everything is dull, she shines like fucking Sirius.
Eleven years ago, fate tore us apart.
This time, I fucking dare it to try.
Getting to her is a battlefield, but man, that’s why they call me Ruckus.
Rosie LeBlanc is about to find out how hard I can fight.
And conquering her will be the sweetest victory.

“Come in.” I stepped sideways. She turned her head in my direction as she stepped in.

“Thought you’d at least make some coffee before you tear me another asshole with the rent. So much for being neighborly,” she muttered, drinking in my apartment through wide eyes.

I folded my arms over my chest, aware of my cut figure, and swiped my tongue over my bottom lip.

“You want neighborly? I can buy you breakfast at the bakery downstairs and give you a few orgasms for dessert,” I said, adding, “And I can tear you another asshole in bed if you prefer.”

“You need to stop hitting on me.” Her voice was painfully flat as she walked past the massive white and gray island in the middle of my kitchen, stainless steel winking at us with a sparkle from every corner of the room. She plopped onto a stool and glared at my empty coffeepot by the sink as if it committed a hate crime.

“Why?” I taunted, turning the coffee machine on. Why did I have to stop hitting on Rosie LeBlanc? She was single now, after she dumped her boring, doctor boyfriend. She was fair game, and I was going to try to play with her until she had third-degree carpet burns all over her back.

In fact, that was the first thing I thought about when I saw the sorry-ass motherfucker moving his shit from her apartment. From my apartment.

I’m going to fuck your ex-girlfriend before the tears on her pillow dry, I thought. And she is going to love it so much she’ll be crawling back for more.

L.J. Shen resides in sunny California with her husband, son, chubby cat and wild, wild dreams.

Her passion is to write badass stories, sushi, UFC and her awesome family and friends (not in this order, though. Obviously, sushi comes before writing. Oh, and also the family part.)

She spend the first half of her twenties traveling the world and is now paying all the fun with extra shifts in front of her MacBook. Feel free to contact her on her Facebook page. She loves to hear from her readers.


PS: Each book is a standalone, however, they are interconnected. Pretty heavily entwined. I really recommend reading in order. Defy and Ruckus are 0.99 right now, and Vicious is only $3.99. Basically you are getting 3 INCREDIBLE reads for under $6. THAT IS A STEAL. Really, I HIGHLY rec this series. One of my most favorites EVER. 


#1.5 DEFY



Dating-ish is by far one of my most favorite reads of the year. It's smart and funny and heartfelt.  A standalone romance that will run away with your heart and keep it. Today I have a DELETED SCENE from Matt and Marie's book and, you guys, Oh my gosh! It's the most PERFECT scene. I GOT ALL THE TINGLES. My breathing got funny. Oh man! THE FEELS. I can't wait for you to read it. Also, if you haven't one-clicked this amazing book, DO IT! It's everything a romance should be and so much more. Just perfect. 

Title: Dating-ish
Series: Knitting Series Bk #6 - Standalone
Author: Penny Reid
Release Date: 5/16/2017

'Dating-ish' can be read as a standalone, is a full length 100k word novel, and is book #6 in the Knitting in the City Series.
There are three things you need to know about Marie Harris: 1) She's fed up with online dating, 2) She's so fed up, she's willing to forego the annoyance and consider more creative alternatives, and 3) She knows how to knit.
After the most bizarre and irritating first date in the history of humankind, Marie is looking for an alternative to men. With the help of her friends, she quickly identifies a few possibilities:
Need a cuddle? Use a professional cuddler. Need affirmation? Get yourself a life coach. Need an orgasm? Try orgasm meditation! Why does she need the hassle of a romantic partner when she can meet all her needs with paid services?
But then her irritating date resurfaces. And he's not at all the person she thought he was. And he suggests a different--and crazier--solution to her dilemma . . .
As everyone knows (or will soon come to realize), traditional relations between humans are a thing of the past. Robots are our future. And if robots are our future, then why do we need other people at all?

Bonus Scene
This scene takes place between Chapter 27 and the epilogue.

“I expected better food.”
Glancing at Matt’s grumpy expression, I laughed. “Why?”
“He’s a chef.”
“Yeah, but he couldn’t make it himself. It’s his party, and he had other things to do.”
We’d arrived two hours ago and as soon as we stepped foot into the ballroom, I’d realized why David and his betrothed had needed a firm head count so far in advance.
The theme of the engagement party was Harry Potter, specifically book four in the series, The Goblet of Fire. Each guest had been given a Hogwarts robe, tailor-made for her or his height and size, with his or her house crest embroidered over the heart. Apparently, David’s fiancée was a gigantic Harry Potter fan as well as a self-made millionaire of a day-spa empire. 
Therefore, the shindig was the most ridiculously outrageous and ostentatious display of badassery that I’d ever seen. 
And, in case I’d failed to mention, it was Harry Potter themed.
Obviously, Gwen and I hit it off immediately. She was a Ravenclaw—like Matt—and had recently read my cuddle piece as it had just been published. She wanted to ask me what I thought about adding professional cuddlers to her spa services repertoire.
After ten minutes, I found myself in serious danger of falling head over heels into girl-crush territory. 
Yet Matt was throwing me shade, his face twisted into a scowl of disappointment. “I purposefully had a light lunch because I thought the food would be awesome.”
“There’s plenty left.” I motioned to the buffet, which was brimming with delicacies from the pages of Harry Potter.
FYI, in case you missed it, the party was Harry Potter themed.
He wrinkled his nose. “I don’t want something mediocre, or even good. I want something fantastic.” 
I chuckled at him, Matt and his food obsession. How could he be thinking about food when we were flanked by a huge dragon papier mâché sculpture? And to our left was a tank full of mermaids.
But then I felt his eyes on my profile, and just the weight of his stare sent a shiver racing down my spine. I glanced at him, found his gaze on me heavy with a peculiar kind of intensity.
“Want me to eat you out?”
My mouth fell open in shock, and I scoff-snort-laughed, shaking my head at his teasing. 
But then my grin faded, because I realized he was serious. “You’re serious.”
“You’re crazy,” I whispered, shaking my head sternly. “We’re not doing that here.”
“But I’m hungry for something I know will taste fantastic.”
An immediate blush surged to my cheeks, leaving my neck hot. “Matt.”
“My love.”
I stepped closer to him, again whispering urgently, “I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to go down on me at my ex’s engagement party, for obvious reasons.”
One side of his mouth tilted higher than the other, as did one eyebrow, wickedness twinkling in his eyes. “I bet I can change your mind.”
“I won’t even touch you,” he leaned forward, whispering hotly in my ear, “unless you want me to.”
I gathered a deep breath, glaring at the air around him, my chest tight and achy.
He leaned away, still grinning—his smile somehow both soft and sharp—his eyes dropping to my mouth. “I had a hard time focusing at work today,” he said conversationally.
I made a noncommittal sound, still glaring at him, but unable to completely suppress my smile.
“Don’t you want to know why?”
I shook my head, but asked, “Why did you have a hard time focusing?”
Part of me suspected—and hoped—this was merely a setup for another floppy disk joke. Part of me hoped it wasn’t.
His voice lost its conversational tone, grew darker. “I couldn’t stop thinking about the sounds you make when I’m inside you.”
I bit my bottom lip, a wave of simmering longing unfurling in my belly. “Oh?”
“Take this morning, for instance.”
My eyelashes fluttered at the memory of what we’d done this morning, how he’d joined me in the shower unexpectedly.
“When you took my cock into your body, and I held your wrists above your head so I could taste your tits while we fucked, did you like that? Because it sounded like you did. It sounded like you couldn’t get enough.”
I gritted my teeth. My heart was racing.
“I love how you feel, how hot you are, and how soft. So fucking soft. I love how you breathe, how you pant. But mostly, I love how you beg.” His gaze lost its mischievousness, and became achingly earnest and solemn. “They were delicious, by the way.”
He let his eyes drop meaningfully to my chest and smirked.
“Were they?” I asked, winded, my breasts feeling heavier, fuller than they had mere seconds ago.
“Yes. But not as sweet as your. . .” He licked his top lip, drawing it into his mouth, biting it lightly like he’d done to me this morning, but in a completely different place. 
“Matt,” I whimpered. “You’re not nice.”
“Do you want me to beg? Because I will.” He held his hand out, his voice now a deep, grumbly whisper. “I’m so hungry for you, Marie. I’m starving.” 
“Where?” I asked, taking his hand, hardly recognizing myself, but sublimely in love with this version of me. Because of the incredible man—owner of my heart—taking my hand.
“Come . . .” He grinned wolfishly in triumph, tugging toward the large makeshift hedge maze at one end of the room, “Come with me.”

Penny Reid is the USA Today Bestselling Author of the Winston Brothers and Knitting in the City series. When she’s not immersed in penning smart romances, Penny works in the biotech industry as a researcher. She’s also a full time mom to three diminutive adults, wife, daughter, knitter, crocheter, sewer, general crafter, and thought ninja.



Title: Falling Hard
Series: The Blackhawk Boys #4
Author: Lexi Ryan
Release Date: May 23, 2017

An NFL player with a secret past, and the one woman with the power to turn his world inside out…
Former actress Emma Rothschild is partying in Vegas in disguise. But I’m not fooled. Five years ago, I knew that body better than my own, and I haven’t forgotten a single detail—not the curve of her hip beneath my hand or the hitch in her breath when I kiss her neck.
When Emma’s unexpectedly left alone in Sin City, I agree to spend the weekend with her. As friends. Why not? If I can knock down the toughest guys in the NFL, I’m strong enough to keep my hands to myself, even if she is the sexiest woman I’ve ever met.
Emma is part of my past—years so shrouded in secrets that not even my best friends know the truth about who I am. I’m a single dad now and not interested in revisiting my old ways or trying to win back the only woman I ever let close enough to break my heart.
But this is Vegas, where all bets are off, and with Emma, nothing ever goes as planned…
“A sexy, sweet, oh-so-emotional second chance romance that will make you believe in the power of fate and forgiveness.” - USA Today Bestseller Lili Valente
FALLING HARD is a sexy and emotional novel intended for mature readers. It’s the fourth book in the world of the Blackhawk Boys, but can be enjoyed as a standalone.
Football. Secrets. Lies. Passion. These boys don’t play fair. Which Blackhawk Boy will steal your heart?
 "Tonight, Emma isn’t the woman who once broke my heart. She isn’t the girl who wrote me off with a simple goodbye note and apologies I didn’t want. Tonight, she’s a dream, my fantasy in the flesh, my reward for surviving the hardest year of my whole life."

Falling Hard is a second chance romance between a former child star and an NFL football player. I'm not sure I'd call this story angsty in the same way I typically use the word, but this book is tumultuous, with layers upon layers upon layers of difficulty and secrets and lies and mistakes and heartache. Lexi Ryan has brought all of the Blackhawk boys through their own personal versions of hell, through some serious drama and out the other side to their happily ever afters, tugging the heartstrings of the reader the whole way through. Keegan's story is no different. Rife with heartbreak and longing, Falling Hard is an intricately woven romance full of complicated secrets, gut wrenching truths, and blissfully romantic second chances.

Every time I close a Lexi Ryan book, I'm convinced her writing and storytelling can't get any better. I'm repeatedly proven wrong. The writing in this book is simply stunning and the manner in which this story was so meticulously crafted is truly on another level. I've loved every book in this series, but there's something about Falling Hard that felt more layered, more complex, more intense. I'll say it again, I've loved every one of the Blackhawk boys and their stories, but this book showcased Lexi Ryan's writing talents in a whole new light for me.

Falling Hard pulled me in IMMEDIATELY. A surprise reunion in Vegas between Keegan and Emma, whose brief romance was cut short before it really ever had a chance to begin, spirals into something no one could've seen coming. In fact, with each turn of the page, I was kicked in the gut with more of the unexpected... more heartache, more information about the past, more side characters threatening what might be. As the story unfolds, as this messy dynamic evolves, I found myself turning the pages at rapid fire speed, ravenous for this puzzle to piece itself together for me. Keegan's life is messy. Emma's life is messy. Their brief romance was messy, full of secrets and deception. When they see each other again for the first time after five years, so much has changed, but the secrets keep coming, the emotional hits relentless. What was once messy grows exponentially more so with each omission, with their renewed attraction, with all that was done in the dark starting to come into the light. When I say this story is complicated, it's an understatement. This story is devastating in many ways, infuriating in others, but always hopeful. Always romantic. Always riveting.

I love this series because of how very different every single book is. I love this series because I never know what I'm going to get when I open the newest book, but I'm always swept away in another gripping storyline. I love this series because of how heavy each book is. These characters are pushed to the brink, facing devastating situations that kick the reader right in the gut. And Lexi Ryan nails it every time, delivering stories that are as romantic as they are emotionally torturous. Falling Hard is another winner in one of my top favorite series, a story of hope and forgiveness, acceptance and love. It's riddled with pain and drama and steam and lush romance, all woven seamlessly together by polished writing. I can't get enough of this series and I'm already sad I read this book so quickly. I loved it. I couldn't put it down. And I can't wait for the next!

Jessica's Rating:
“You’re too beautiful,” I tell her. I run my thumb along her jaw. “Too fucking beautiful.”

“I’ve missed you. You’re the best man I’ve ever met.”

My stomach clenches and I shake my head. “Don’t think that. It’s a lie. It’s what I wanted you to believe. Don’t bring that lie into tonight.”

“How was it a lie?” She grins up at me, and I know a full confession would erase all the happiness from her face.

“When we were together before, I wasn’t the man you thought I was. I wasn’t good.” It’s the closest to the truth I’ve ever given anyone about my past.

“So you don’t want me believing you’re good?”

I pull her hips tightly against me as I exhale in frustration. She still thinks this is some kind of joke. “I’m different now, but then…”

She lifts onto her toes and flicks her tongue against my ear. “Don’t be so different. I like you a little bad.”

I groan and stop dancing. I don’t know how much longer I can do this without diving over the line. “Is that permission to stop being your friend?” I’m obsessed with knowing if she tastes as sweet as I remember. And if I swipe my tongue over the sensitive spot beneath her ear, will she gasp like she always did?

She shrugs and grins, and the dance floor tilts off balance. It’s crowded, and we’re surrounded by writhing bodies, cocooned in the crowd. I turn her in my arms so her back is to my front and settle my hand against the soft skin of her midriff. She arches her back and rubs against me.

I sweep her hair to the side, and when I press my lips to the long, smooth column of her neck, she trembles against me.

“Are you okay?” I ask against her ear. “Is this okay?”

“I—I’m not sure…”

“Tell me what you want. Not five years ago. Not tomorrow. What do you want right now?”

She reaches back and threads her fingers through my hair to guide my mouth back to her neck.

I don’t hesitate. I kiss and suck on that tender skin while we move to the beat.

The rest of the room fades and one song blurs into the next. A waitress comes by selling shots, and I buy two, one for each of us, and we lock eyes as we throw them back. At some point, I’m vaguely aware of Bailey checking on me, but my focus is one hundred percent on Emma, on this night that takes me back to when I was eighteen and so fucking in love it hurt. Tonight, Emma isn’t the woman who once broke my heart. She isn’t the girl who wrote me off with a simple goodbye note and apologies I didn’t want. Tonight, she’s a dream, my fantasy in the flesh, my reward for surviving the hardest year of my whole life.

When her face begins to blur, I realize I’m way more drunk than I ever intended. I need to sober up or I’m not going to remember a minute of this night. “Want to get out of here?”

She nods, takes my hand, and leads me out of the bar and down the hall to the elevators. My watch reads a quarter past two.

“Let’s get some food,” I suggest, but at the same moment, an elevator dings and the doors slide open.

Emma grabs my hand and drags me inside. “I don’t want food,” she says, punching a button.

I spin her around and press her against the wall. “What do you want, Em?” I drop my hand to her side to skim my knuckles over her skirt, and she widens her stance to part her thighs. “Fuck,” I whisper. I shouldn’t do this. Not here, not when any moment someone could join us on the elevator, not when we’re both so damn drunk it’s a wonder we can stand upright. But shouldn’t is so much weaker than want, and I want to touch her more than I want anything right now.

I’m faintly aware of the soft beeping of the passing floors as I slide my hand up her skirt and cup her between her legs. She gasps, and I rub my fingers over the damp lace of her panties, teasing her swollen flesh.

When the elevator stops and the doors slide open, she grabs my wrist and holds me still. “Please,” she whispers in my ear. “Please. Don’t stop.” Then she tilts her hips and rocks against my hand. I couldn’t refuse her if every person in the hotel was watching us.

New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of emotional romance that sizzles, Lexi enjoys reading, sunshine, a good glass of wine, and rare trips to the beach. Lexi lives in Indiana with her husband, two children, and neurotic dog. You can find her at her website: http://www.lexiryan.com/

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BK 1 - SPINNING OUT (Arrow’s story)

BK 2 - RUSHING IN (Christopher’s story)

BK 3 - GOING UNDER (Sebastian’s story)

BK 4 - FALLING HARD (Keegan’s story)



You guys, 100 Proof is live on Amazon. I read and LOVED this book. It's angsty, a little gritty, and downright unputdownable. Once I started reading, I was hooked. Full review coming next week but today, I have an excerpt and a giveaway! Also, ONLY 0.99 right now! GET A COPY. Trust me, it's sooooo freaking good.

Title: 100 Proof
Series: Standalone Novel
Author: Shanora Williams
Release Date: May 16, 2017

From New York Times bestselling author Shanora Williams comes an all-new sexy, forbidden romance about a recovering alcoholic fighting for his one and only love: his brother's fiancée.
I was the low life.
The screw up.
The hopeless one with no future.
He was the rich guy. The smart one. The one who had it all.
My parents admired everything he did, while I was known for being their greatest disappointment. I didn't follow the path they paved for me.
I drank,partied, and did whatever the hell I wanted. The buzz was something I couldn't live without - the fire that filled my veins after each sip always kept me running back for more.
But then I met her, and suddenly the drinks didn't matter. The parties weren't as fun. That fiery buzz came second for once.
I drowned only in her, wanting her more than I wanted to exist.
But even with her, I screwed things up.
Now, he's with the woman I love. And he may have her, but what he should know is that even with all of his money, that nice house, and his expensive cars, her mind, body, and soul will always belong to me.
And I'm not sorry about it, brother, 'cause she was mine first.
**100 PROOF is a standalone romance and is not connected to any other story.**
Why are you being so nice to me after how I treated you at the diner?”

He lowered his gaze, those thick lashes touching his cheekbones. “Because I know how the shitty mornings can be.” He picked his head up and our eyes locked. My breathing became thicker, like an anchor had landed on my chest, making it harder to breathe.

“Okay, rich guy. You win.” I smiled. “Let’s drink and forget.”

He smiled too, and when I tipped my glass back, he did as well. He poured us two more shots, but by the second one I was already feeling the buzz, the warmth swimming in my veins and easing my troubled mind. He was right. It was strong stuff, and it did take some of the stress away.

Vin did his best to try and make me feel better. He turned on some music, cranked the volume, and then grabbed my hand, forcing me to dance with him. I could tell he was drunk. A sober Vincent wouldn’t have started dancing to the music. He’d had way more whiskey than me, but I didn’t mind it.

He was fun this way, laughing as he twirled me around like we were in some romance movie. But then a heavier, sexier song by Dej Loaf came on, slowing down the momentum, and he reeled me in, close to his firm body. He looked down at me, sliding his hands down to my hips, holding me there.

“Would you call me crazy if I told you I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since the party?” he murmured, lips close to mine.

“Why would that be crazy?” My question was winded and soft.

His hands traveled down, and he held my ass in his hands, his lips feathery light on mine. I was drunk for sure, but with him so close I felt like I was swirling, intoxicated with all the wrong things.

He didn’t respond to my question. I was glad. I was purposely deflecting. I didn’t want to start talking about how I’d kind of avoided him. I didn’t show up at Zay’s parties anymore, and it was for a reason: I didn’t want to run into Vin. Noelle told me he was always there and always looking for me.

I didn’t want anything serious.

A part of me regretted not showing up, though. With him so close now, breathing me in, I realized I should have just gone with it.

“Let me kiss you,” he whispered against my lips. His breath was warm, the 100 proof whiskey soft on his breath.

I didn’t speak. Didn’t refuse. All I gave was a simple bob of my head, and he crushed my lips in an instant, picking me up in his large arms.

I couldn’t fight the moan coursing through me as I tore at his shirt, wanting it off, wanting to feel his warm body on mine.

He brought me down to the floor, on top of a gray area rug. He unbuttoned my jeans and then peeled them off. As he did, I pulled my shirt off, panting wild and heavy.

The jeans were gone and he slid right between my legs again, grinding the rock in his pants between my thighs, his lips claiming mine all over again. His tongue slid through my lips, and he tasted me, like he did the very first night we met.

He groaned, liked he loved the sweetness on my tongue—like he loved the many flavors I could provide. He pulled his mouth away, kissing down to my neck. He sucked on the bend of it, and heat struck my core.

“You’re supposed to be kissing me,” I told him, slightly teasing.

“I am,” he murmured on my skin, going down to the curve of my breasts. “Everywhere.”

Shanora Williams is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author who loves writing about flawed heroes and resilient heroines. She is a believer that love outweighs all, but doesn’t have a problem making her characters fight for their happily ever after.

She currently lives in Charlotte, North Carolina and is the mother of two amazing boys, has a fiercely devoted and supportive man, and is a sister to eleven.

When she isn’t writing, she’s spending time with her family, binge reading, or running marathons on Netflix while scarfing down chocolate chip cookies.