Guys, L.A. Fiore had a release on Friday and whoa! Read how absolutely epic Elusive sounds. I plan to read this week. It's a modern day romance with pirates. Yes, pirates. Ahhhhh! I cannot wait. 

Title: Elusive
Series: Shipwrecked #1
Author: L.A. Fiore
Release Date: July 21, 2017

I didn’t set out to be a pirate.
Life for me was about surviving the ugliness that people knew existed but didn’t talk about.
I lived in hell.
Then I saw her.
I knew I couldn’t keep her, but for just a little while I had found heaven.
Eight years later, I can’t get her out of my head.
It is a mistake sailing to her island.
It is a mistake reaching out to her.
She doesn’t recognize me. Or maybe she does.
Closure, it is all I’m after.
Then my past comes back to haunt me.
She’s thrust into my ruthless world. An angel.
A romantic who has a journal that leads to a shipwreck and a lost treasure.
She wants to find the ending to a love story that is over two hundred years in the making.
I want to help her find it.
I didn’t set out to be a pirate.
I didn’t set out to fall in love with an angel.
I did both anyway.
Elusive is the first in a series of standalones. A contemporary, modern day romance. Due to strong language and sexual content, this book is not intended for readers under the age of 18.
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Text copyright © 2017, L.A. Fiore
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“Any luck calling for a tow?” I asked as I came around the front of the car. A man was leaning over the engine and had been for a while with how his shirt was plastered to his skin, accentuating the beauty of his muscled back. My eyes drifted down his arm to the tattoo. He was dressed very conservatively except for that bit of rebellion in the form of ink on his arm. He glanced over his shoulder. His eyes were gray and he had ridiculously long lashes.

“I’ve no signal.” He had a deep cultured voice that resonated in some rather pleasant places on my body. He then straightened and I had to tilt my head back to keep him in my sights. Imposing was the word that popped into my head. Tall, wide shoulders and chest and yet his charcoal gray trousers hung from narrow hips. Dark hair, not black, but the color of a rich, dark chocolate was cut short with

just enough length on the top to allow your fingers to get lost in it. Attraction slammed into me, sharp and potent.

I shook it off. “Service is iffy out here.” My eyes drifted down his body because it was a really fine body and settled on his hands. Then I realized I was checking him out while he watched me check him out. Lifting my gaze to his, I was treated to a slight smile. “I live right down the road if you’d like to use my phone and wash your hands.”

I couldn’t for the life of me discern what he was thinking. It was probably best I didn’t know.

“Thank you. I’m going to take you up on that.”

Feeling suddenly self-conscious, I stepped away from his car and awkwardly gestured down the street. “It’s this way.” We had taken only a few steps when I asked, “Are you enjoying St. Croix?”

“Very much.”

“Have you taken any of the boat tours?”


“If you have time, it’s quite beautiful seeing the island from the water. If you’re adventurous by nature there’s zip lining, banana boats and parasailing. For food, the touristy spots are great but there

are some off the beaten path places like Anceline’s that makes the most amazing rum cake.” I was rambling. Shut up, Willow.

His legs were so long he paced himself to stay at my side. I was five seven and I felt petite next to him. His head dipped. “How long have you lived here?”

“Six years.”

“Nice place to call home.”

“It really is.”

We reached my house and he held the gate for me. The gesture so casually done it wasn’t rehearsed but ingrained. I smiled up at him; his expression was not one I could read. Intense for sure but what else brewed behind those eyes I couldn’t say.

I hurried up the front steps and he followed. “I’ll get the phone. The bathroom is through there.”

My hands were shaking when I reached the kitchen so I took a minute to calm down. I wasn’t sure what it was about him that caused the nerves. Sure, he was sexy as sin, also a stranger who could snap me in two with very little effort, and maybe that was it, the danger that seemed to be just as ingrained in him as his manners. Conservative in his dress and yet he sported a tattoo. The contradictions that begged to be pieced together to reveal his story and I had a feeling there was a hell of a story around the sexy man currently using my bathroom.
L.A. Fiore is the author of several books including: Beautifully Damaged, Beautifully Forgotten and Always and Forever. She’s also the social secretary for her two children, a tamer of ill-mannered cats, the companion to one awesome dog and married to her best friend. She likes her wine red, her shrimp chilled and her social gatherings small and intimate.




Title: Sin 
Series: Bk #1 Vegas Nights (Standalone)
Author: Emma Hart
Release Date: July 18, 2017

Damien fox lived up to his name. Cunning, sly, and dangerous, fifty percent of Vegas’ strip clubs were his.
Whatever he wanted, money, attention, women, he got.
And now he wanted to buy my bar, no matter the cost.
I wanted him to go to hell on a first-class ticket.
He played a dirty game, and I followed his rules. I let him think he would win.
Despite our differences, it was clear to see that we were no more than two broken hearts colliding in the darkness.
Closed off, sexy, and holding a pain that would crush a lesser man, he was the ultimate sin.
One I couldn’t deny myself, even though I knew better than to trust a fox...
(SIN is book one of the Vegas Nights series. Each book in this series is a standalone novel.)
 I have been a fan of Emma Hart for a long time! I find her books funny and sexy, consistently sharp with wit and humor and fun storylines that always keep me on my toes. When I saw the cover of Sin, and read the blurb, I knew that this was another Emma Hart book I wanted to read. Immediately, I felt the excitement of what was to come, and so, when Sin hit my kindle, I started reading! From the first page, I felt hooked. Damien and Dahlia were ON FIRE. From their sassy, sarcastic banter to their absolutely singe-worthy sex scenes they burned the pages of my kindle. And I most definitely loved their feisty dynamic and fell in love with their sweet romance as it unfolded one page at a time. 

Damien Fox is an enigma, a business man no one seem's to know much about. Described as ruthless and cunning, manipulative and dangerous, he has his sights set on Dahlia, and her bar--The Scarlet Letter. Dahlia just inherited The Scarlet Letter from her father who passed away, however, she's been quietly helping to run it for years. And simply put, she's not looking to sell! To anyone. But of course, Damien Fox is not a man who takes no as an answer and thus, the relentless pursuit to get what he wants ensues, and man, of man! It's delicious. Once Damien gets closer to Dahlia, he can't get enough. And even though Dahlia can't really stand Damien, she finds that there's a little more to the asshole than meets the eye. 

Sin is a fun, sexy story with what I would consider light angst. One of the things Emma's so good at is dialogue. Her characters are so quick-witted you cannot help but laugh and shake your head at their antics. In Sin we have that in spades, along with some amusing supporting characters that add depth to a very sweet story. 

Overall, I liked it. I loved the dynamic between the main characters and I really did think the story was good. I'm interested to see where the next standalone--Lust--goes. And I'm definitely still a mega Emma Hart fan! 

Angie's Rating:

By day, New York Times and USA Today bestselling New Adult author Emma Hart dons a cape and calls herself Super Mum to two beautiful little monsters. By night, she drops the cape, pours a glass of whatever she fancies—usually wine—and writes books.

Emma is working on Top Secret projects she will share with her followers and fans at every available opportunity. Naturally, all Top Secret projects involve a dashingly hot guy who likes to forget to wear a shirt, a sprinkling (or several) of hold-onto-your-panties hot scenes, and a whole lotta love.

She likes to be busy—unless busy involves doing the dishes, but that seems to be when all the ideas come to life.



Guys! Oh my word. THIS. GOSH DARN. BOOK. I am just over the top in love with it. My FIVE star review is below, along with the first chapter of Swink, and I am just... I NEED YOU TO READ THIS BOOK. I need you to throw away every plan you have and just read this epic book. I loved it so much. Beyond words. It's in my TOP reads of 2017! I'm giddy over it. I can't wait for you to meet Dominic and Camilla. 

Title: Swink
Series: Landry Family #5 (Complete Standalone)
Author: Adriana Locke
Release Date: July 20, 2017

I’m that guy.
Camilla Landry rustles against me, the silky fabric of her overpriced lingerie slipping along my bruised rib. The porcelain perfection of her skin is even more innocent against the colorful ink dotting my own. It’s demure meets damage, pampered meets punctured.
So, yeah, it’s obvious I’m that guy. Dominic Hughes. Her attempt at rebellion. Her bid to see what the other side of the tracks feel like. I’m okay with being used because, from where I’m sitting, the other side of the tracks have never looked so good.
First off, I should state that I am obsessed with this book. O.B.S.E.S.S.E.D! I can't stop thinking about it. I want to force it on every single person I know. I feel giddy over just the thought of Dominic and Camilla. I want to jump on my couch, Tom Cruise style, and declare my love for it to the world. I. AM. THAT. OBSESSED. 

It's undoubtedly one of my most FAVORITE reads of 2017! In my TOP 5(ish) with Before I Ever Met You, Egomaniac, Good Boy, Devil You Know, and The Wall of Winnipeg and Me!! It's a book I'll recommend over and over and over again because I just love the fuck out of it. I mean, we have a rich, well-to-do, good girl falling for the bad boy from the wrong side of the tracks, and that dynamic, that dichotomy between Dominic and Camilla set my soul on fire. 

There such a realness to this couple. A vibrant, tangible, compelling, addicting kind of magic that drew me to these characters. I felt them bone deep in a way that words can't express. Everything about this story felt perfect to me. From the way the author wrote the dialogue, to the natural progression of Cam and Dom's relationship, to the way Cam worked to break down Dom's walls, to the way Cam made herself vulnerable to Dom in a way that had my chest aching and my belly tightening, it was evocative, wholly heart stopping. I could feel my emotions climbing and expanding with each word. And those FEELS owned me in a way I can't truly describe. I'm enamored with Swink. Smitten with the story as a whole. And I am flat out IN LOVE with Landry family.

And let me say, before I go on. Swink is a COMPLETE standalone. Sure, it's book five in a series of interconnected stand-alones, and yes, obviously, you are going to see previous couples in this novel, but it reads like a total standalone and you will not be confused at all if you decided to start from here. I've read 4 out of the 5 books (still gotta read Swear) and this, Swink, is by far MY FAVORITE BOOK IN THE SERIES

It felt like it was written for me. It's an 'Angie' read that has absolutely everything I love in a romance novel. From the first chapter I was slayed. I felt riveted and invested in Dom and was pained by the way he fought his primal need for Camilla. I felt my heart ache with the way Camilla needed Dom to want her in the same way she wanted him. All that angst, those tumultuously raw feelings, drew me in and claimed me. I couldn't stop reading, you guys. I just COULD. NOT. STOP. READING. And my God, I didn't want it to end. I was reading at a ridiculous pace and I knew I needed to slow myself down, to prolong the intense feelings I was having, but I didn't know how. It was all-consuming. I was frenzied by these two, and those feelings are what I look in a great book. They are what makes a reading experience memorable for me. 

To say that Adriana Locke nailed Swink would be an understatement. She more than nailed the feels in this story, bringing this bad boy meets good girl romance to life in an explosive way. I truly can't say enough good things. It's a MUST READ. 

Camilla Landry has everything a girl could want. Four overly protective brothers who love her to death, a twin sister she's super close with, and a mom and dad who would sacrifice everything for her! On top of that, she has enough money that she never has to work a day in her life. Camilla's world is plush and lush, full of good things. 

And then we have Dominic Hughes. A man who is the opposite. He's worked for everything in his life. Nothings come easy or free for Dom. From a troubled childhood, to an adulthood that's been less than kind, he's struggled to scrape by, and the world's been anything but a fairytale. 

Camilla and Dom met when he came over to fix her air conditioner and from that day on they couldn't stay away from each other. But Dom and Cam are from two completely different worlds and Dom knows he could never truly be what Camilla needs, could never truly give her what she deserves. So for awhile it's all about hooking up. Dom is under the impression that he's Cam's attempt at rebellion, but that changes when their hearts get involved. 

The romance is utterly intoxicating, you guys. Dom has so many reservations and fears when it comes to being with Camilla. It broke my heart. Everything about this romance pulled at my heart strings. I can't tell you how much I loved Dom. I swear, I could go on and on and on and on. But I won't. Hahahaha. I'll just say this, YOU HAVE TO READ THIS BOOK. It's everything. So sweet and heartfelt and wonderful and I absolutely loved every second of reading. I highly recommend it and I really hope you give it a go. It's more than five star fabulous. It's epic.

Angie's Rating: 
Chapter One

I’m that guy.
Camilla Landry rustles against me, the silky fabric of her overpriced lingerie slipping along my bruised rib. The porcelain perfection of her skin is even more innocent against the colorful ink dotting my own. It’s demure meets damaged, pampered meets punctured.
So, yeah, it’s obvious I’m that guy. Dominic Hughes. Her attempt at rebellion. Her bid to see what the other side of the tracks feels like. I’m okay with being used, because from where I’m sitting, the other side of the tracks has never looked so good.
She lifts her head, her baby blue eyes finding the darker blues of my own. “What time is it, Dom?”
“Not sure. Around five, probably.”
“I should get up and get ready to go.”
“Yeah, you better. You’d hate to be late. Daddy wouldn’t like that,” I tease.
“It’s not just my dad,” she moans, smacking my stomach as she rises. “It’s Ford’s dinner party.”
I start to give her shit, but the sight of her body dissolves the words before they can leave my mouth. She bends her five-two frame to pick up the panties I flung a few hours ago, her blonde hair hitting the curve of her hip.
She moves with ease, the result of finishing school and a stint in ballet that she claims to have hated. Even with her hair a mess from being wrapped around my fist and her cheeks flushed from the orgasms I expertly delivered, she still appears absolutely put together. Unaffected. Maybe even slightly aloof. That is, until she turns her head and catches me looking at her.
Just like the first time I saw her nearly a year ago, as soon as our eyes lock, everything changes. Her eyes hood, her lips parting ever-so-slightly. She bends again, slowly this time, her gaze never leaving mine.
With one arched brow, she scoops a pair of pink heels from the floor. The globes of her ass pop in the air and give me a glimpse of the sweet spot I enjoyed for the last couple of hours.
“Keep that shit up and you won’t be going anywhere,” I warn, not totally kidding.
“I have no idea what you’re taking about. I’m just getting dressed.” She turns away, her bare ass facing me, giving me a front row seat as she slips the lace up her legs.
The bedsprings groan as I leap off the bed and grab her around the waist before she can react with anything but a yelp. “Dom!” she giggles, her feet coming up off the floor as I lift her up and against me. Her chest rises and falls, the air rushing in and out of her lungs as she awaits my next move.
“You wanna fuck with me?” I whisper in her ear. Her body melts into mine as a spray of goosebumps spatters her skin. “I’m not sure how much more cock you can take today, pretty girl.”
Letting her feet drop to the floor, I keep one arm wrapped tightly around her waist as I lean my body, nearly a foot taller, down with hers. My lips hover over the shell of her ear. The warmth of my breath against her skin causes her breathing to become even more rapid.
My free hand runs roughly down her body, starting just beneath her perky, full breasts and down the arch of her stomach to the tip of her pussy.
Her cheek is soft against my chest as she releases a loose, heavy breath.
“What do you want, Cam?”
The word is just one syllable, a barely audible rush of air. Yet, it’s enough of a bucket of cold water, a dose of reality, to make me press a kiss to the back of her neck before stepping away.
“You better get dressed,” I gruff, smacking her on the ass.
She glares at me over her shoulder. “I hate when you do this.”
“Do what?”
There’s no answer, but there doesn’t have to be. Her point is clear and noted. For the record, I hate when I do this too. But it has to be done.
The bed squeaks again as I climb to the center and drop onto my side, wincing from the minor shot of pain in my rib. Propping my head up with one hand, I watch her sweep around the room, readying herself to leave.
I’d have no problem watching her move around my space all night. I’d actually love it, if I didn’t have to feel the awkwardness that comes with her departure. I could just let it be, let her give me a weird look and walk out and leave it at that. Truth be told, I’ve let that happen with more girls than I care to count … but not with Camilla.
Every time she leaves could be the last. And also unlike the girls before her, and most likely the girls that will come after, it would bother me to think the last time she was here ended on a sour note.
I’m a diversion in her life. I get it. So ideally she’ll look back on it someday with nothing more than a smile and wet panties.
“So where are you going again?” I ask in a pathetic attempt to make small talk.
“To one of my brother’s dinner parties,” she says, buttoning up her shirt. “Ford and Ellie have some news about their baby, and they’ve invited us all over for dinner. Well, we’re actually going to the Farm because Ellie realized how much of a production it is to have a dinner party with the entire Landry brood. So she caved and let Mom get catering from Hillary’s House and we’re just doing it at the family property.”
“Sounds fun.”
“You lie.”
“Fine. It sounds boring as fuck,” I grin.
“Trust me, it’ll be anything but boring. When my four brothers and twin sister get together, it’s always interesting.”
“There’s nothing remotely interesting about watching a bunch of yuppies have a dinner party,” I point out. “And who calls it a ‘dinner party,’ anyway?”
“Normal people.”
“Wrong answer, Ms. Landry. Yuppies. Yuppies call it a ‘dinner party.’”
“Fine,” she sighs, twisting her hair into a knot on the top of her head. “What would you call it?”
“Dinner with people. A barbecue. Supper. Dessert, if you’re on the menu,” I tease.
“You’re impossible,” she laughs, coming to the edge of the bed. “What are you doing tonight while I’m suppering with people?”
Rolling onto my back, I glance at her out of the corner of my eye. The light from the broken window causes a spray of color to dance across her features. Lifting my hand, I brush a lock of hair off her face, letting the pad of my thumb sweep against her forehead
“I’m meeting Bond at the gym in a little bit,” I say carefully. “He’s going to work out with me for a while.”
“For the fight?”
“For the fight.”
She sits on the edge of the mattress, but doesn’t face me. She looks towards the doorway but her stare seems to go much farther. Her head is someplace else. Probably somewhere trying to decide whether or not to resurrect the argument we have every time my fights come up in conversation.
“I don’t know why you do this, Dom,” she says softly. “It’s stupid.”
“It’s not stupid.” I pull myself so I’m right behind her. I rest my hand on her shoulder. It covers her easily, her shoulders as narrow and delicate as the rest of her. “It’s easy money. It’s a couple of fights a year that land me a few grand. Besides, I like it.”
“How can you like getting your head beat in for any amount of money?”
“I don’t. That’s why I don’t let it happen.”
“You say it like it’s a fact,” she says, twisting to look at me. “Like there’s a chance you won’t get hit.”
“Oh, I’ll get hit. I’ll just hit him harder,” I smirk.
She begins to protest, but I cover her mouth with mine. It takes a couple of seconds for her to give in and kiss me back. Her lips are soft and sweet, letting mine take the lead and guide her like one of those yoga sequences she does in the morning. When I finally pull back, I still see the fight in her eyes, but there’s a smile on her lips.
“Don’t you have somewhere to be?” I hint.
“Yes,” she sighs, kissing me once more before standing. “I smell like you.”
“If I’ve done my job you do.”
“I’m going to have to go home and shower before I head to the Farm.”
“There’s a shower down the hallway, you know. But if you go getting naked—”
“I’ll never leave,” she finishes, giving me a little grin. “Call me later?”
Kissing the tips of her fingers, she lays her hand towards me and blows. It’s typical Cam—adorable on one hand, suggestively sexy on the other.
She doesn’t look back as she leaves. As I hear the front door shut, a certain feeling settles over me, one that tells me this won’t be the last time I see her.
I flop back on the bed with a smile of my own.

USA Today Bestselling author Adriana Locke lives and breathes books. After years of slightly obsessive relationships with the flawed bad boys created by other authors, Adriana has created her own.
She resides in the Midwest with her husband, sons, and two dogs. She spends a large amount of time playing with her kids, drinking coffee, and cooking. You can find her outside if the weather's nice and there's always a piece of candy in her pocket.

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Bk #1 SWAY







Title: Atheists who Kneel and Pray
Series: Standalone
Author: Tarryn Fisher
Release Date: July 13, 2017

Yara Phillips is a wandering muse.
She dates men who need her, but always moves on to something new, never staying in one place for very long.
David Lisey is in need of a muse.
A talented musician lacking lyrical inspiration. When he first sees her, he knows he's found what he's been looking for.
Yara believes she can give David exactly what he needs to reach his full potential:
A broken heart.
David’s religion is love.
Yara’s religion is heartache.
Neither is willing to surrender, but religion always requires sacrifice.
I've admittedly had a bit of a bumpy road with Tarryn Fisher's last few books. I've loved some, I've left some, but none have given me the elusive feels I had through the Love Me With Lies series. Until now. In Atheists Who Kneel and Pray, a refreshing and intensely complex storyline, Fisher once again weaves love and infatuation with narcissism, bad choices, deception and the inability to just grow up and say what should be said. Instead, her characters, in all their brokenness and all their flaws, try and fail miserably at keeping the shards of their broken hearts in one piece by doing all the wrong things. And it hurts to watch. So so so much, it hurts. But I loved that pain, that heartache, that hopelessness laced with a glimmer of hope that maybe... just maybe... there'd still be a chance for them despite the fact that it felt so impossible.

Reading this book made me feel like I had a weight inside my chest, a heaviness that just wouldn't ease up at all until I reached the last page. I kind of hated that feeling. I also kind of loved it.

True to form, Tarryn Fisher had me reading much of this book completely infuriated, my heart often heavy with unwanted emotion. I was equal parts confused and frustrated at times, but through it all, despite the somber tone in this story, remained a sliver of hope. I stand by the notion that with Tarryn Fisher, you never know what you'll get. I stand by my opinion that I don't trust her, because I'm never convinced she truly believes in romantic happily ever afters in their traditional sense. And I suppose that's why I keep going back for more, for that uncertainty, for the emotionally turbulent stories full of flawed, messed up characters that riddle their own journeys with intense love and fiery heartache.

I have to be really honest here. The beginning of this book, the first quarter or so, I felt a bit disconnected, enough so that I almost considered DNFing. I didn't get where it was going and I was impatient. But then something happened. This little scene that had almost nothing and yet had everything to do with the storyline itself flickered the story to life, and I was transfixed. And once those fiery emotions were lit, I was consumed. I'm a reader that lives for pain, for anguish, for jealousy and rage. So for me the rest of the book was completely unputdownable. It only grew in intensity and angst with each turn of the page and it made everything that happened in the beginning just click into place.

Atheists Who Kneel and Pray is a messy, emotionally turbulent story of a screwed up woman who has no faith in the lasting power of love, doesn't believe she's worthy of it, but she tries to fake her way through a relationship anyway with a man who she inspires. She goes through the motions because it seems right, because she wants to believe in love and commitment and marriage even though her mind and her heart can't come to the same terms. I'm not going to lie and say I didn't spend much of this book trying to figure out exactly what was up with Yara. Yara is not an easy character to relate to. Her emotions, her distrust, her insecurity I understood. I even came to understand why she never felt worthy of love. But her actions, her reasons for always running, her narcissism, how unapologetic she was when she hurt people, I struggled with that for a while. But as this story evolved, that woman came to understand herself and she grew and changed and accepted, and because of that, so did I.

The Love Me With Lies series is still my favorite Tarryn Fisher storyline, but Atheists Who Kneel and Pray is a close second. It's angsty and heavy in all the ways I love a book to be, but with Fisher's signature storytelling, it settles in and twists in the way only her stories do. This book will hurt to read, it'll absolute infuriate most. But it's an honest look at what it truly means to love. It's messy and broken and it doesn't fit in the boxes we want it to, which is why I appreciated it so much.

Jessica's Rating:

Tarryn was born and raised in Johannesburg, South Africa. She immigrated to America with her parents when she was thirteen, and spent the next eighteen years in South Florida where she earned her degree in Psychology, wrote her first novel, and had two children. In 2012, on a whim, she moved her family to Seattle, Washington where she currently makes her home safely away from the sun. Tarryn is the founder of Guise of the Villain, a fashion blog, and has written eleven published novels. Tarryn is a Slytherin.



Beautiful Mistake is LIVE everywhere! I adored this book. Review and excerpt below! 

Title: Beautiful Mistake
Series: Standalone
Author: Vi Keeland
Release Date: July 17, 2017


The first time I met Caine West was in a bar.
He noticed me looking his way and mistakenly read my scowling as checking him out.
When he attempted to talk to me, I set him straight—telling him what I thought of his lying, cheating, egomaniacal ass.
You see, the gorgeous jerk had wined and dined my best friend--smooth talking her into his bed, all along failing to mention that he was married.
He deserved every bit of my tongue-lashing and more for what he'd done.
Especially when that lazy smile graced his perfect face in response to my rant.
Only it turned out, the man I'd just told off wasn't the right guy.
Oops. My mistake.
Embarrassed, I slunk out without an apology.
I was never going to see the handsome stranger again anyway, right?
That’s what I thought…until I walked into class the next morning.
Well, hello Professor West, I’m your new teaching assistant.
I’ll be working under you…figuratively speaking.
Although the literal interpretation might not be such a bad thing—working under Professor West.
This was going to be interesting…
 Is there anything better than a Vi Keeland book? NO! The answer is, no, I don't think so. I swear this author always writes stories that are packed with steamy tension, angsty goodness, and witty banter that makes them down right riveting. Beautiful Mistake was no different. It was another solid hit, brimming with romance feels, and a jaw dropping twist that left me winded. I absolutely LOVED it, and I more than recommend it.

So, what's the story about? Well, I'm going to give you the blurb because it's a great run down of the first part of the book: 

The first time I met Caine West was in a bar.
He noticed me looking his way and mistakenly read my scowling as checking him out.
When he attempted to talk to me, I set him straight—telling him what I thought of his lying, cheating, egomaniacal ass.
You see, the gorgeous jerk had wined and dined my best friend--smooth talking her into his bed, all along failing to mention that he was married.  
He deserved every bit of my tongue-lashing and more for what he'd done.
Especially when that lazy smile graced his perfect face in response to my rant.
Only it turned out, the man I'd just told off wasn't the right guy.  
Oops.  My mistake.  
Embarrassed, I slunk out without an apology.  
I was never going to see the handsome stranger again anyway, right?
That’s what I thought…until I walked into class the next morning.
Well, hello Professor West, I’m your new teaching assistant.   
I’ll be working under you…figuratively speaking.
Although the literal interpretation might not be such a bad thing—working under Professor West.
This was going to be interesting…

So yeah, turns out that Caine is Rachel's professor, and she's his TA. Ahhhhhhhhhh! Talk about an OMG moment. At least it was for me. My belly dipped, my heart started dancing in my chest and I got excited. I LOVED reading their reaction to each other and it was INSTANTLY clear to me that these characters had a natural chemistry that was going to burn through my Kindle. As I read, I couldn't get enough of them. They were explosive. From the small innocent dialogue exchanges, to the deeper ones that owned my heart, I was consumed. Rachel's got a pretty fiery personality, and she does not hold back on her thoughts. I found that endearing. I'm all about a sassy pants type of girl, and I felt like Rachel had sass in spades.

As far as Caine went, the man was absolutely divine. He took Rachel's sass and owned it, making it HIS. He was charming, and I got chills from just the thought of his smirk. Also, I want to say that I think Vi writes the most perfect heroes!!! Caine was an example of one, perfect and swoony, arrogant and sexy, soft and yet hard at times. He kept Rachel on her toes and I loved the dynamic between our two characters. 

The angst in Beautiful Mistake was a little more intense than I was expecting and I felt gut punched at times. But man, I LOVED those feels. And I swear, I never saw the twist coming. Not once! NOT EVEN A LITTLE. Vi's so good at creating and pulling us into jaw dropping twists you just don't see coming, and this was a doozy.

Overall, I can honestly say that I'm enamored with this book. I'm CRUSHING on it hard. From start to finish, it was impossible to put down. My heart was in it. And I found myself falling in love with this couple, with this story, and with Vi's amazing writing! So yeah, I recommend it and I can't wait for you to read. This is the PERFECT romance to get lost in! 

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The class was completely empty. I wasn’t even sure he knew I was still in my seat. If he did, he was good at ignoring me as he packed up his laptop.

“Contrary to the rumors you’ve probably heard, I don’t bite.”

I jumped when he spoke. Now that the lecture hall was no longer filled with students, the acoustics of the large space bounced his deep voice all over the walls.

I stood and began my walk of shame down to the front of the classroom. There was no doubt I owed the man an apology, even if he wasn’t a professor—a professor who would be my new boss for at least the next fifteen weeks. I wanted to kick myself in the ass for not apologizing last night before I left the bar. Now it would seem like I was only doing it because of the situation I was in.

Which was true, don’t get me wrong, but I didn’t want it to seem that way.

I took a deep breath. “I’m so sorry about last night.”

His face was unreadable. “I figured you might be, right about now.”

“I obviously thought you were someone else.”

“So I assumed. You thought I was the asshole. The one with the big dick, was it?”

I shut my eyes. For the last ninety minutes, I’d replayed the entire exchange from last night over and over in my head. I thought I’d remembered everything I said, but apparently I hadn’t. When I reopened my eyes, Professor West was still watching me. His stare was pretty damn intense.

I started to babble. “My friend Ava went out with this guy Owen for a month or so. He was full of shit from day one, but she didn’t see it. Actually walked up to her when she was leaving work one night and said, ‘Do you mind if I walk you home? My mother always told me to follow my dreams.’ She fell for it, the entire act, from the first day. Then one Saturday, he was supposedly out of town on business, and she was across town running errands for her mother. She took a shortcut through Madison Square Park on her way back from the grocery store and ran into him. He was with his wife and kids.”

“And you thought I was him, apparently?”

I nodded. “She came in during my shift and started drinking Long Island iced teas. When Owen walked in, she pointed to where he was standing and said he was the one in the blue shirt.”

“And we were both wearing blue shirts, I take it?”

I couldn’t help but smile, thinking of Ava last night. “Actually, no. Ava’s not much of a drinker. Turned out she was more sloshed than I thought. Owen’s shirt was brown—not even black that could be mistaken as navy or something.”

I saw Professor West’s lip twitch.

“Anyway, I’m really sorry. I barely gave you a chance to speak, and then when I realized what had happened, I was so mortified I didn’t even stop to apologize.”

“I accept your apology for last night. Even though you shouldn’t be approaching a man in the hallway to tell him off alone, your intentions were admirable.”

I should have shut up and been grateful he’d accepted my apology. Should have. “Why can’t I approach a man in the hallway?”

He leveled me with a stare. “Because you’re five foot nothing in a loud bar, and no one would have heard you if I’d dragged you into the men’s room and locked the door.”

I folded my arms over my chest. “I can take care of myself.”

“I didn’t say you couldn’t. I said you shouldn’t put yourself in those situations.”

“But you insinuated that I couldn’t by making that statement.”

He zipped his leather bag closed. “Ms. Martin, I just accepted your apology for calling me an asshole last night. Would you like me to retract that acceptance?”

God, I really was an idiot. Being around this man seemed to turn me into a psychopath. “No. I’m sorry. I acted like a jerk, and I’d like to start over, if that’s possible.”

He nodded. “Everything prior to this morning is forgotten.”

“Thank you.”

“But this morning is not. I won’t accept lateness. Don’t let it happen again.”

I swallowed. “It won’t.”

He lifted his worn, brown leather laptop bag over one shoulder. “Meet me here at five tomorrow. We’ll go over the syllabus and the classes you’ll teach, as well as my grading rubric.”

That was smack in the middle of my shift, but I’d figure something out. “Okay.”

“Are you done for the day?”

“I am. I actually have to get to work. I’m covering Ava’s shift because she isn’t feeling too well after last night. We both work at O’Leary’s.”

“You waitress there?”

“Waitress, bartend, occasionally tell off patrons.”

That earned me a full smile from Professor West. God, he should do that more often. No, forget that. He definitely shouldn’t.

“I’ll walk out with you.”

We walked through the halls together and out to the parking lot. When we arrived at my car, I stopped. “This is me. So…five o’clock tomorrow?”

Professor West looked at my beat-up old Subaru. “You’re parked in a spot reserved for the Provost. You got a parking ticket.” He squinted. “Actually, it looks like you have two parking tickets. Was your inspection expired or something?”

Crap. “Umm…no. I keep an extra ticket in the glove compartment and stick it on my windshield when I’m forced to park illegally.”

His brows shot up. “Inventive.”

“Obviously it doesn’t always work.”


“They need more parking. When you’re late, it’s impossible to find a spot.”

He studied me. “Lateness is a frequent occurrence for you, I take it?”

“Unfortunately, it is.”

“Then I should clarify something I said earlier.”

“Oh, no, that’s not necessary. I won’t be late for your class.”

He took a step closer and leaned in. “I’m glad to hear that, Ms. Martin. But that’s not what needs clarification.”

I swallowed. God, he smells good.

“Earlier I told you I didn’t bite students.” He smiled, and I felt the wickedness from it shoot down to some interesting places. “I don’t. But I make no promises about not biting feisty TAs.”

Vi Keeland is a #1 New York Times Bestselling author. With more than 1.5 million books sold, her titles have appeared in over eighty Bestseller lists and are currently translated in sixteen languages. She resides in New York with her husband and their three children where she is living out her own happily ever after with the boy she met at age six.