Release Blitz Hate Crush by A. Zavarelli

HATE CRUSH by A. Zavarelli Release Date: November 21st



Blurb: They call him the devil.
When I crash-landed into him on my first day at Loyola Academy, I was sure that couldn’t be true.
He was the most gorgeous man I’d ever seen in real life.
Little did I know he was also the cruelest.
I went from starstruck to stunned the moment his cynical eyes cut through me.
I can’t tell you what it was that made him want to punish me. But from that day forward the brooding recluse of a man made it his goal to torment me.
I want to loathe him, and some days, I do.
But good or bad, nobody’s attention has ever tasted so sweet.
What do you do when you have a hate crush on your bully?
Worse yet, what do you do when he’s also your teacher?


Excerpt: There’s something about Stella that makes me believe she will always go the extra mile to seek approval from those with authority. I can see it every time she looks at me. And before the end of the hour, I’ve made up my mind. In the past, I picked easy, obvious targets for my projects. Without fail, they failed me. They couldn’t withstand the expectations of their peers and their family and the machine that is Loyola Academy.
But Stella won’t fail. I feel it deep in my gut. A spark of hope that I haven’t had with any of the others. A want I haven’t experienced since my own college days. I will push her harder than I’ve pushed anyone else before her, and she will cling to hold onto herself in the face of any storm I might bring her way. I will open her eyes to the realities of this world. And in the end, she will despise me for my ruthlessness, but she will be grateful.
Stella LeClaire, welcome to my final project.


About the Author: A. Zavarelli is a USA Today and Amazon bestselling author.
She likes all things chocolate, books that come with warnings, and putting her characters through hell. Her tales have been known to flirt with darkness and sometimes court it unabashedly altogether. Revenge themes and tortured souls are her favorites to write and this gives her an excuse to watch bizarre and twisted documentaries in her spare time.
She currently lives in the Northwest with her lumberjack and an entire brood of fur babies.

Release Blast & Review-Demise of a Self-Centered Playboy by Piper Rayne

You might be wondering how you’ll know when your playboy ways are coming to an end. For some it might be an unexpected pregnancy (ahem… you know who), for others it might be finally landing the one woman you’ve always wanted (cough… I won’t mention any names). For me, it was the death of my mentor and the subsequent reading of their will.

The signs were there, they always are. But I didn’t notice them until it was too late, and my demise was complete.

Demise Sign #1– You find yourself thrust into the land of responsibility and you don’t immediately hightail it out of town.

Demise Sign #2– Despite being stuck with the world’s biggest Jekyll & Hyde, some sadistic part of you actually enjoys spending time with her.

Demise Sign #3– Your family suddenly stops wanting to weigh in on every decision in your life.

Demise Sign #4– Somehow you end up being the voice of reason in your tumultuous partnership.

Demise Sign #5 –You start thinking of other people before yourself.

Demise Sign #6– You agree to put yourself in the middle of an Alaskan reality TV show that has both of you sleeping in the same tent. 

Demise Complete.

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Oh Denver!  How we have all waited for you to fall, and you did not disappoint!

Demise of a Self-Centered Playboy by Piper Rayne is Denver Bailey's story, one of the twins who seems to run from any type of long term relationship, which he is adament about throughout the first 4 books of this series.  But in true Piper Rayne fashion, when a Bailey falls, they fall hard and you can only hope that their "one" is there to catch them.

As always, these authors request that there are  no spoilers in the reviews so that each reader has the opportunity to find out about Denver Bailey on their own, by reading his amazing story.  And you will not be disappointed.  I loved how you got to see each of the siblings from the books prior have progressed in their relationships and what they are up to now.  And of course who can forget the wonderful G'ma Dori?!

4 stars

Piper Rayne, or Piper and Rayne, whichever you prefer because we’re not one author, we’re two. Yep, you get two USA Today Bestselling authors for the price of one. Our goal is to bring you romance stories that have "Heartwarming Humor With a Side of Sizzle" ( caught us, that's our tagline). A little about us... We both have kindle’s full of one-clickable books. We're both married to husbands who drive us to drink. We're both chauffeurs to our kids. Most of all, we love hot heroes and quirky heroines that make us laugh, and we hope you do, too.

In The Unlikely Event by LJ Shen Release Tour with Rachel's 5 Star Review

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"Romance masterpiece" - Kylie Scott, New York Times bestselling author

From USA Today and #1 Amazon bestselling author L.J. Shen comes a new, contemporary romance with heart-wrenching twists and laugh-out-loud moments.
In The Unlikely Event is available now!
In the Unlikely Event AMAZON
Sometimes you meet people who are out of this world, so you make them a part of yours.
A one-night stand born from vengeance in a foreign land.
An explosive chemistry neither of us could deny.
We signed a contract on the back of a Boar’s Head Pub napkin that said if we ever met again, we would drop everything and be together.
Eight years and thousands of miles later, he’s here.
In New York.
And he’s America’s music obsession.
The intangible Irish poet who brings record executives to their knees.
The blizzard in my perfect, unshaken snow globe.
Last time we spoke, he was a beggar with no intention of becoming a king.
But a king he became, and now I’m his servant.
I’m not the same broken princess Malachy Doherty put back together with his callused hands.
I have a career I love.
A boyfriend I adore.
An apartment, a roommate, a life.
I changed. He changed, too.
But Mal kept the napkin.
Question is, will I keep my word?
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GAHHHHH  I can't believe what I just read was a book by LJ Shen..  Oh wait, yes I can. It was utterly amazing and so different than what she's been writing.  We all know she's the queen of ANGST and this book has it in spades, but it was SO funny and witty. It was a perfect mish-mash of all the feels. The sexual tension was SO well written. ITUE was such a unique story and it grabs you from the start and doesn't let go!
Malachy and Aurora are an absolutely amazing couple. I'm continuously floored by Shen's writing, even though by now I know I shouldn't be.  That is a testament to the wonderous way she has with words!
Absolutely Perfect and a Top 2019 read!

In The Unlikely Event is now available in audio!
Narrated by: Shane East, Muffy Newton and Savannah Peachwood
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When I finally come face to face with the street artist standing on the side of the pavement, his guitar case open and full of rolled-up notes and change, I understand why his grandfather told me I’d recognize him with the self-assurance of an avid believer.
I’ve never seen someone like him before.
He is beautiful, true, but that’s not what stands out to me. He is radiant.
It’s like his presence has a presence. He sucks the air out of everything in his vicinity, making it impossible not to look at him. Malachy is tailor-made for a huge, colossal heartbreak. Everything about him—his tattered jeans, filthy boots, white shirt, and leather jacket that was broken in decades ago—screams trouble. He looks like a seventies heartthrob. An icon. A Terry Richardson muse. Bruce Springsteen pre-fame.
His voice is like honey and warm spices. It lulls me into a place in my mind I’ve never been before, even though it’s far from beautiful. It is gruff, throaty, and smoky. When someone bumps my shoulder to get closer to him, I snap out of my reverie and realize what I’m listening to.
“One” by U2.
The coincidence is strange. I try to tell myself it’s nothing. This is Ireland. U2 is a national treasure.
His eyes are squeezed shut as he sings. It’s like no one exists other than him and his guitar. Something warm rushes through my skin, like a heat wave, and I shudder in delight.
I always thought there was something melancholy about street performers—the way people walk past them, ignoring their music, their art, their passion. But this guy, he’s the one doing the ignoring. The tables have turned. He’s got the crowd eating from the palm of his hand. Every woman here is under a thick, sweet spell. He’s got that Harry Styles quality that makes girls want to bed him and older women want to adopt him. The men are a cross between impatient, annoyed, and jealous. You can see it in the way they tap their feet, check their watches, nudge their wives and girlfriends to move it.
The song ends, and Malachy Doherty cracks his eyes open and stares directly at me, like he knew I’d be here. Like he watched me watching him through closed eyes. Disoriented—and for some reason wanting to do something, anything—I throw a bill into his guitar case and look away, realizing to my horror that I threw the fifty euros his grandpa gave me. Everyone around me murmurs and whistles. They think it was intentional. I can feel my face flaming red. I bet he thinks I want to sleep with him.
Do I? Probably. But should he know that? Hell no.
About LJ Shen
L.J. Shen is a USA Today, Washington Post and Amazon #1 best-selling author of contemporary, New Adult and YA romance. Her books have been sold to nineteen different countries.
She lives in California with her husband, son, cat and eccentric fashion choices, and enjoys good wine, bad reality TV shows and catching sun rays with her lazy cat.
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Cover Reveal: Hate Crush by A.Zavarelli

HATE CRUSH by A. Zavarelli Release Date: November 21st
Blurb: They call him the devil.
When I crash-landed into him on my first day at Loyola Academy, I was sure that couldn’t be true.
He was the most gorgeous man I’d ever seen in real life.
Little did I know he was also the cruelest.
I went from starstruck to stunned the moment his cynical eyes cut through me.
I can’t tell you what it was that made him want to punish me. But from that day forward the brooding recluse of a man made it his goal to torment me.
I want to loathe him, and some days, I do.
But good or bad, nobody’s attention has ever tasted so sweet.
What do you do when you have a hate crush on your bully?
Worse yet, what do you do when he’s also your teacher?


About the Author: A. Zavarelli is a USA Today and Amazon bestselling author.
She likes all things chocolate, books that come with warnings, and putting her characters through hell. Her tales have been known to flirt with darkness and sometimes court it unabashedly altogether. Revenge themes and tortured souls are her favorites to write and this gives her an excuse to watch bizarre and twisted documentaries in her spare time.
She currently lives in the Northwest with her lumberjack and an entire brood of fur babies.


The Play Maker by L.M. Carr


Check out the HOT new book from L.M Carr! The Play Maker is LIVE!

Playing football ruled every decision Julian MacIntyre ever made, including leaving his high school sweetheart behind to follow his dream. Sidelined by an injury on the field, he’s now making a huge comeback to the NFL as the league’s youngest head coach.
He wants it all. The glory, the job and the girl he walked away from years ago.
As one of the top sports reporters, Addison Hamilton has made a name for herself in a male-dominated industry. Proven to be a hard-nosed journalist, she asks the tough questions, but when given the opportunity to interview the man who broke her heart, is she willing to cross the lines of professionalism to get the answers she needs?
  At the knock, I grab the cash and open the door. “Hi.” My mouth drops open and my eyes grow wide. “Julian?” I stammer. “What are you doing here?” “I wanted to see my girl.” He holds up the takeout bag. “I have food.” I snatch the bag, then step into the hall, looking around. “Nope. Don’t see your girl anywhere.” “Funny.” Julian places his hand on my abdomen and guides me back into the apartment, an amused look on his face. Walking backward, I stop and turn from him when my feet feel the transition between hardwood and tile. I distance myself from him and hurry into the kitchen to gather dinnerware. “Have you eaten?” I get no response. “Hello?!” I ask, glancing over my shoulder, catching him staring at my ass. “Take a picture. It’ll last longer.” My comment jars him and he looks up at me, a smirk on his face. “I don’t need to take a picture.” He taps his temple. “I’ve got an image of that perfect ass right here.” I snort. “Are you hungry? There’s more than enough for two.” He nods, striding over to where I stand with two dishes in my hands. “I am hungry, but not for food.” Julian extends his arms and places them onto the countertop, caging me in. He leans toward my neck and inhales, making my eyes close. “You smell good.” “I just showered,” I reply breathlessly, desperate to maintain my composure, quickly losing the battle. His body flush against mine, his erection presses into my stomach as he dots the skin of my neck with soft kisses until he reaches the corner of my mouth. “I love you,” he murmurs. My body stiffens and eyes shoot open. I shake my head as I try to refute his words, but he covers my lips with his, staking his claim. I feel the flames ignite in the pit of my belly as he clutches my face, deepening the kiss. My lips part, welcoming his tongue into my mouth. Kissing Julian is unlike anything else I’ve ever felt. I lose all sense of awareness as he continues his relentless, yet gentle pursuit to drown me in his affection. The feeling of his tongue tangling with mine adds fuel to the fire simmering in my core. He lowers one hand to my waist, gripping it firmly to pull me even closer, causing my back to arch. Unable to stand on my weakened legs, I raise my arms and rest them on his shoulders. A loud crash suddenly stills our kiss. “What was that?” I mumble against his mouth. Pulling back, a grin appears. “The dishes…” I raise my gaze from his eyes and notice my hands empty, the plates shattered on the floor. I smile. “It’s your fault. You can’t kiss me like that when I’m in the middle of something.” I lower my arms and walk to the closet, grabbing the broom. “You turn my brain to mush.” “And what about your body?” he asks with raised eyebrows. I quickly sweep up the pieces and place them into the trash, then put away the broom. “I think you already know the answer to that.”  

I love a good sports romance, even better when the sport is football, so when I read the blurb for The Play Maker by L.M. Carr, I just knew that I had to get my hands on this book. This book is about love lost and found again, at a time when you least expect it. Julian and Addison were childhood sweethearts who made promises to each other they each thought they would be able to keep at the time. Julian breaks his promise and destroys Addison's heart in the process when he leaves after their high school graduation, essentially throwing all of their carefully laid plans out the window. Addison deals with the loss of Julian in ways that might not always be the best choice for herself and her self esteem, but she does what she has to do in order to get through each day without him, without the part of her heart that is missing. In the years without Julian, Addison has made a name for herself in the football world, a world dominate by males and most "believe" that any female who exceeds did not get there on her own merits. Addison fights to show that she earned her place all on her merits and nothing more. After Julian faces a career ending injury, he forges a new path in football that brings him right to Addison's front door. As she is chosen to interview him regarding this new venture. What happens next is what the reader wants, once these two are face to face again, their chemistry is off the charts and you just know that it is inevitable that they will get back together, what the reader doesn't know is how their new relationship will look, both personally and professionally for each of them. I loved the secondary characters in this story also, specifically Addison's brother and I cannot wait to read his book next!

3.5 Stars

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Living in Connecticut, L.M. is an educator by day and writer by night. She's a lover of chocolate and Hallmark movies; they come a close second to her husband and three kids.
Her work is considered realistic and relatable Contemporary Romance with an element of suspense.
To date, nine titles have been released since 2015.
The Giving Trilogy follows a school teacher and a single father.
The Stones Duet (Casting Stones & Conquering Stones) details the journey of a war veteran and his search for unconditional love.
From A Distance, inspired by true events, is about unrequited love that is found in an unexpected place.
Love Lyrics & Lies tells the story of following your heart versus following your dream.
The Love Duet (Entitled & Entrusted) is about earning love and protecting it.
The Play Maker offers a second chance at love when a football player comes back for the girl he loves.
L.M. Carr is a lover of "Happily Ever Afters" because the world is filled with enough sadness. Reading is an escape in which anything is possible. But like in reality, stories sometimes take you on a journey through Hell before you can reach Heaven.
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Landon and Shay prt 1 Blog Tour with Rachel's Review

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You know what they say...

All’s fair in the game of love and war—especially the heartbreaks.

Landon & Shay: Part One, an all-new second chance romance by Brittainy C. Cherry, is available now!

Landon & Shay AMAZON
Shay Gable hated my guts, and I hated hers, too.
We went out of our way to avoid one another at all times. When she came my direction, I went the other. When we locked eyes, she’d turn and walk away.
All of that changed the day I was presented with a challenge. It started out as a stupid bet: make Shay fall in love with me before I fell in love with her first.
That was an easy bet for me to win.
I didn’t love, I hardly liked.
Yet slowly the game started to shift. Shay made me crave things I never knew I wanted like love, happiness, and her.
The closer we grew, the more she challenged my darkness, and the parts I kept locked away.
The hurts.
The pains.
The truth.
The game between us became too real, our feelings intermixed, and the risks of hurting one another grew higher.
But you know what they say...
All’s fair in the game of love and war—especially the heartbreaks.
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Landon: Spin Seven was a mixture of spin the bottle and seven minutes in heaven. When it was my turn, I reached out to the bottle with no concern about whether or not it would land exactly where I wanted it to go. At fourteen years old, I’d learned how to perfect my spin-seven skills in order to kiss the girl I wanted. Though, this time, I knew there wasn’t going to be a lot of kissing going on. More like yelling. The bottle spun and spun, around and around. Shay’s eyes stayed glued to the glass beer bottle. The moment it started to slow down, I watched her lips part as she quietly muttered, “No, no, no,” before it stopped directly in front of her. The circle began oohing and aahing at the idea that the two sworn enemies were on their way to the closet together for seven minutes straight. They were all here for that show, and I knew the moment we stepped into that closet, the door would be surrounded with people whispering and pressing their ear against it from the outside, trying to catch a snippet of what was going on behind closed doors. I stood from the circle and gestured toward Shay. 
“Please,” I offered. “Chickens first.” She grimaced, her thick, full eyebrows lowering a hair before she pushed herself up from the floor and headed toward the closet in haste. We both stepped inside and stood nose to nose.
  “Okay, friends, you know the rules,” Eric said, grabbing the handle of the door. “Seven minutes in heaven—or, in your case, hell. Have fun!” He slammed the door shut, and the moment it happened, Shay whined with irritation. “I can’t believe I’m locked in here with you for seven minutes. I could think of a million things I’d rather be doing,” she grumbled, probably with a pout.
“Like what?”
“Oh, I don’t know…watching paint dry.”
“Well, since we’re here, we should probably spend our time wisely,” I joked, moving to unbuckle my jeans, knowing it would bother her. I wished I could see the annoyance on her face. I loved when I got under her skin enough to make her nostrils flare. 
“Oh my gosh, remove that idea from your mind, Landon, and stop messing with your belt, because there’s no way in hell I’m touching you.”
  “I’ve thought about it before,” I said, my voice low and tame. 
“Thought about what?”
“Kissing you.” She huffed sarcastically. 
“I’m sure that’s not true.”
“You’re right, it’s not.” “I know.” It was true, though. It’d happened once—and only once—after Lance’s funeral. I had spent a lot of weeks being out of it, using alcohol to cope with the shitstorm raging inside my head, and I was a bit unstable. If my friends hadn’t been looking out for me, I would’ve probably gone overboard. I remembered walking into school one day and seeing Shay standing there at her locker with a few of her friends. She was laughing and tossing her head back in such a genuine way, and I couldn’t take my eyes off her. I kept thinking about how she’d held me weeks prior and stayed with me during the lowest point of my life. She had been there—my enemy—taking care of my scars. And as I’d stared at her in the hallway, I’d thought about thanking her—walking over to her, parting my lips, and giving her my gratitude. I wasn’t used to people doing shit for me with no hope of anything in return, and Shay had done it without any expectations. I remembered looking at her eyes, and then moving down to her slender nose, and then her cheeks, then those juicy lips. I wondered how those lips would taste if I used mine against them to thank her. I wondered if she tasted like the candy she was always popping into her mouth. I wondered if she dripped of the angelic sin I always claimed her to be. I wondered for a split second…considered it for a blink in time…and then she slammed her locker, walked away, and I sobered up. Still, I had considered it. We both went quiet for a few moments before I cleared my throat again. I didn’t like silence. Silence and I didn’t get along too well. 
“Just one kiss, Chick. I can keep it a secret.”
  “You keep secrets the same way you keep girls. AKA, you don’t—other than Monica.”
“Monica’s not mine.”
“That doesn’t change the fact that she thinks you’re hers.” I smirked a little.
 “You jealous of her?”
“Jealous of her having to deal with a guy like you? Never in my life.”
“Whatever you say, Chick.”
“I wish you’d stop calling me Chick,” she snapped. “I hate it.”
“You want a new nickname, sweet cheeks? I can give you a new nickname, sweet cheeks.” She shivered in disgust. Good. There was nothing I enjoyed more than getting on her nerves. 
“Not that either.”
  “I’ll keep working on it.”
  “Or you could just call me by my name.”
  “Nah, Shay’s too ugly a name to leave my lips.”
  “I hate you.”
  “I hate you more.”
“Yeah, but I hate you the most.” I snickered.
 “You really think you can get a guy like me to fall in love with you?”
  “Yes. I’m positive, actually. People are the easiest to read, and that includes you.”
  “You can’t read me, Shay.”
“I can, like an open book.”
“Okay.” I reached into my pocket, pulled out my cell phone, and turned on the flashlight, lighting up the small space. “Read me.” She raised an eyebrow. 
“You sure you want me to do this? Reading people is kind of my gift, and you might not like what I have to say.”
  “I never like what you have to say, so this time shouldn’t be any different. Go for it.”
She rolled her shoulders back and stretched out her arms as if she was about to deadlift me. “Okay. You’re fake, Landon.” That was it? That was the big reveal?
 “What the hell do you mean I’m fake?”
  “I mean exactly that. You. Are. Fake. F-A-K-E. Fake. There is nothing real about you. You’re a walking lie.” I laughed. No joke, I actually laughed out loud, which didn’t happen often for me. It was a deep-rooted, belly laugh.
  “What the hell are you talking about?” I questioned. “Everything about me is real. I’m the realist damn person you’ll come across in our town.”
“No,” she disagreed with a shake of her head. “You are the fakest. You’re even faker than the new boobs Carly Patrick got for her eighteenth birthday.” 
What?!” I breathed out, stunned by her words. “I’m not fake, Shay.”
  “It’s not a big deal, Landon.” She shrugged her shoulders and went to picking at her nails. “People seem to love your fakeness.”
  “I’m not fake,” I argued again, my blood boiling at this point. “Plus, I’ve seen Carly’s boobs up close and personal. Those are straight in-your-face, nips-don’t-flick fake. There is no way in this world I’m more fake than those silicone watermelons. I’m a lot of shitty things, but fake isn’t one of them.”
  “Okay then, can you answer a question for me?”
  “How many people know you’re sad?”
  “The hell kind of question is that?” I barked.
  “A very straightforward one,” she replied. She seemed so cool, calm, and collected—one of the many things I despised about her. It was as if her life was always so solid. I wished for that kind of stable structure, and seeing that she had it annoyed the living hell out of me. “How long have you been sad, Landon?”
  I glanced at my watch. “About a solid three minutes now, because being trapped inside this closet with you is complete hell.”
  “Aren’t you the one who wanted to come in here with me?”
  “Bad call. A lapse in judgment. I forgot how annoying you are.” She smiled. She freaking smiled at me, pleased by my annoyance.
 “Are you going to answer me about your sadness?”
“Are you going to suck my dick?” I replied. 
“Do you always do that?” she asked, tilting her head to the left as she studied my expressions. She was doing that thing she did—reading me. Taking note of my movements and the tightness of my jaw, taking in every inch of me. Don’t let her read your pages, Landon. She couldn’t have even handled my prologue. All my walls were up, and I wasn’t going to let her knock them down.
“Do what?” I questioned.
  “Use sarcasm to shield your hurting.”
  “There’s nothing hurting here. Look at this life. I have money, badass parties, and girls throwing themselves at me—why would I have anything to hurt about?”
“Maybe because money, girls, and parties don’t make a person happy. I see how miserable you are in your eyes.”
  I grimaced and whisper-hissed, “You don’t know shit about me, Shay.”
  “Then how am I able to get under your skin so easily? If that wasn’t true, if you weren’t sad, why would my saying that bother you so much?”
  “You don’t,” I calmly replied. She did. She was pushing me, making me uncomfortable with the fact that she did seem able to see the parts of me no one else could. Anger was building in my chest, and I needed to defuse it before it became too big. “Maybe it’s best if we shut up for the rest of the time,” I told her.
  “For the second time in my life, I agree with you.” Shay sat down on the floor of the closet, and I did the same, leaning back against some coats that were hanging. How did seven minutes feel like seventy? Was time moving at all? This was hell. Then came the silence. The silence that brought out heavy thoughts. Shay could read my mind somehow, and so, when the silence became too much, I cleared my throat and tried to make small talk in hopes of shutting my own brain up. 
“A chicken and Satan walk into a closet—stop me if you’ve heard this one.” She laughed a little. It was quiet and low, and dammit, I’d never heard Shay laugh at anything I’d ever said before, so that was new. What was also new was the small part of me that enjoyed hearing her sound.
  “Landon?” she whispered. 
  “Just shut up, all right?” Yeah, okay.
“One more minute, you horny hatebirds!” Eric called out. We both stood, and I took a step closer toward her. 
“I get you not wanting to kiss. That’s intimate and personal, but if you want, this is your last chance to touch my cock while no one’s looking. I won’t stop you.”
  “No thanks. I’m allergic to peanuts,” she said so effortlessly and loudly, causing the crowd on the other side of the door to burst into laughter. Shay smirked again, feeling proud of her little dig at me. That beautiful, annoying smirk I loved to hate.
Shay: 1 Landon: 0
I wasn’t worried, though. The game was just getting started. She might’ve scored one point, but I wasn’t going to let it happen again. We were playing on my field, and Shay didn’t know what she was up against.
So this excerpt was fun, but you can see the can see how it's gonna go.
"The lad doth protest too much, methinks"
I"ve left my quick n easy review everywhere already, maybe you've read it, maybe you haven't.
I'm trying to think if this is my first Brittainy C Cherry book or not..I know it's my first foray into her emotional, knock you on your ass storytelling.
When I sign up for an arc I read the blurb (mostly) or see an intriguing teaser, maybe it was the cover (yes, I'm a cover whore) or it's one of my "must read" auhors...  and then, poof, I forget.  Don't remember what I signed up for, don't know when I'll get (or even if) and I open my kindle and it's all a surprise (the good kind).  So I figured, hmmm this title sounds like it could be short, as it's a part 1, and just the character names, so it's probs pretty sexy too, so YEP, I'll start this one next since short and sexy was what I was looking for.  I really wasn't in the mood for an emotional journey. My 18yo college freshman daughter was just home for a week of fall break and I needed a decidedly unserious read. 
Well, Fuck Me...that's not what I got.  And maybe it's all in the way you take things, but Ima tell you that this book hit all the feels I didn't want to feel. I tried to quit.  I exited out of the book, started a new one that was guaranteed to be HAF and erotic as all get out, no thinking, no feels, just a no-brainer. But DAMMIT, I couldn't.  I had to reopen L&S and go back to their story.  
It just hit too close to home and even though I didn't WANT to read it, I HAD to.  
My daughter battles anxiety. And I've wondered if it's due to depression even though she doesn't seem depressed.  You know, hide in plain sight. I've offered up counseling, but it's always been a no go.. So... yeah.
Anyhow, back to the review...well, the characters are freaking amazing. I wasn't really expecting such a soul searing read.  Brittainy's writing hits home. Her words deliver that punch. They wind and weave their way until they're a part of your sould. They make you feel even when you don't want them to.  
This was SO much more than a second chance at romance story. So much more than a high school kids love story.  So much more than I was wanting or expecting.
It was sad, it was haunting, it offers hope to those that may feel there is none and I can't flipping wait until part 2 comes. 
I've already recommended this read to my daughter. Kind of a two-fer.  Even though she's in college now, she doesn't like to party. She attends a small, private college that's just trying to get their sports programs up and running, so it's full of a lot of athletes, so she's got a lot of down time. A lot of time to read, hang and relax. And I'm hoping that Brittainy's words will have an effect if mine haven't.
Maybe it's all in the way you read it. Maybe others haven't taken it the way I have. I see it's got a shit ton of 5 star reviews already. I'm not surprised.  Even with L&S not being what I was originally looking for, it's what fate deemed I needed to read. It delivered a heart felt punch, and I think everyone who loves a "real" story should read it!
5 stars

About Brittainy
Author Brittainy C. Cherry is an Amazon #1 bestselling author.
She has been in love with words since the day she took her first breath. She graduated from Carroll University with a Bachelor Degree in Theatre Arts and a minor in Creative Writing.
Her novels have been published in 18+ countries around the world. Brittainy lives in Brookfield, Wisconsin with her fur babies.
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The Deception by Nikki Sloane
Release Date: November 5, 2019
The Deception, the twisted and thrilling conclusion to the Filthy Rich Americans trilogy, by USA Today bestselling author, Nikki Sloane.
I’ve been through hell to get to this place. To wear the perfect white dress and stand beside Royce Hale, the liar I tried desperately not to fall in love with and failed.
Or maybe I’m still trapped in hell because the devil is here, too. He lurks at my side, plotting terrible ways to make me his.
It’s win at all costs in this family, and I know now just how far the Hales will go to get what they want.
But you can’t survive in a house full of lies without learning the art of deception, and once I become a Hale, I’ll show them exactly what I’ve mastered.
THE DECEPTION is the third and final book in the twisted Filthy Rich Americans trilogy. It should be read after THE INITIATION and THE OBSESSION.
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I’d make it impossible for him to avoid me. I stripped off my clothes, dropping them in a heap on his closet floor, everything except the lacy panties I wore, then pulled on the white shirt that was too big for me. It smelled like him. Woodsy and masculine. The hem barely covered my ass, and I only did up the bottom few buttons, leaving the top open so it was clear what I was and wasn’t wearing beneath it. The final piece was the green tie he’d worn the night he’d appeared in the library. I looped it around my neck and tied it loosely so the knot hung between my breasts. Then I climbed into his big bed and waited. Anticipation crawled up my spine. It made me hyperaware of my body and the way the silk of his tie and the soft bedding felt against my skin. It had me imagining all the different scenarios that could play out when he got home and discovered me in his bed. Would he drop everything and crawl on top of me? Would he be upset I’d come in here without his permission? Would he punish me for it? A sexy shiver glanced through my shoulders. Without making a conscious decision, my fingertips crept down the front of my panties, moving to alleviate the ache. Royce had spent a lot of nights in this bed thinking about me while he touched himself, and I liked how I was now doing the same. I swallowed thickly as my fingers glided over my clit, bringing warmth and satisfaction. My eyes fluttered closed, and I relaxed back against the pillows, settling in to enjoy myself. Not too much, though. Hopefully, he would arrive soon and finish me off. A sigh slipped from my lips. As I rubbed faster, the sensation caused me to arch my back. I wanted to writhe with pleasure. Give myself over to it and find release, but I controlled myself. The teasing was delicious and awful. Time passed, although I wasn’t sure how long. I wasn’t aware of anything other than the heat building inside my body and the craving for him. When I got too close, I pulled my hand away and pressed it to the mattress, gulping down air. My heart raced, sweat dampened my temples, and— New, different awareness rolled through me. A tingle activated an alarm, and my eyes popped open to discover Royce’s blue eyes fixed on me. His expression dripped with sex and lust and want. He looked at me like I was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen. Warmth flooded my face. He’d seen me touch myself before, but that was when we’d been in the shower and during sex. This was different. I wasn’t embarrassed, but I was surprisingly shy. Vulnerable and exposed and showing him something no one else had seen. I was showing him the effect he had over me. Did he realize how much power he held? His penetrative stare was a heat lamp, both exposing and lighting me up, and two words fell from his mouth in a dark command that could have easily been a growl. “Don’t stop.” Oh, Jesus. Fire ripped through me, and goosebumps burst all along my legs.
This has been a phenomenal series!  Everyone I've told about it has loved it.
These characters are so morally corupt that it's  been SO fun getting to know them and never knowing what they'll do.  I 've absolutely LOVED the Greek Mythology theme running throughout..and I even got the final question right on last night's JEAPORDY from reading The Deception!  LOL who'd have thought!
I was always pro Royce and Marist and to get to the ending has been bittersweet. This whole series has been angsty and amazing! The Deception was a wonderful, crazy, sexy AF, chaotic mess.. the perfect culmination!
Can't wait for the next Nikki Sloane series, The Doctor, to make it's way to my kindle!
5+ Amazing Stars

About Nikki:
USA Today bestselling author Nikki Sloane landed in graphic design after her careers as a waitress, a screenwriter, and a ballroom dance instructor fell through. For eight years she worked for a design firm in that extremely tall, black, and tiered building in Chicago that went through an unfortunate name change during her time there.
Now she lives in Kentucky, is married and has two sons. She is a three-time Romance Writers of America RITA© Finalist, a Passionate Plume winner, a HOLT Medallion finalist, and couldn't be any happier that people enjoy reading her sexy words.
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Release Blitz IN THE LIGHT OF DAY by KA Graham

In The Light of Day 
By K.A. Graham
Genre: Dark Romance, Psychological 

There's darkness in all of us.


I'm a nobody. An outcast. A shadow. I never aligned with the jocks and their fake barbie girlfriends, not that I wanted to. Being invisible worked for me until he showed up.

He showed me a path I never intended to walk, and I slid into his life easily. Too easily.  Now that the devil has embraced me, I crave the heat of his flames.


She doesn't think I see her. She's wrong. She's all I see. My dark angel. We're more alike than she could ever imagine. Soon I will make her mine.

I was always good at playing the part of the jock that everyone worships. In reality, I'm the devil with no remorse. It's time to free my soul and rid myself of the rodents.

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K.A. Graham grew up in a small town in Oregon. Through the years, her love for writing and poetry, turned into something she had only dreamt of. Writing her own book. She's faced many obstacles in her life, but the love and devotion of her parents, have always kept her grounded.

She is an avid reader, blogger and does PA work for a few authors, which keeps her quite busy. Hard rock music lover and horror movie buff, with a love and appreciation for tattoos. Her addictions include copious amounts of caffeine, Chinese food and Haribos candy.

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