This Time Around by Stacey Lynn A Love in the Heartland Novel Release Date: April 10th, 2018 Genre: Contemporary Romance
Cooper Hawke was everything I didn’t need. Rich and famous, and a high-profile actor, he lived a life of luxury while my life had always been much more simple.
Yet when he showed up at my cattle ranch in Kansas, he gave me everything I didn’t think I wanted again.
His marriage was over and he was lost.
I was still barely surviving in my grief after my husband’s sudden death.
As hard as I tried to keep him out, he slipped past my defenses, and slowly, a connection grew between us I could no longer deny.
But this time around, we were on borrowed time. Because Cooper still had his real life waiting for him back in Hollywood.
Excerpt:“What are you doing here?” I wrapped the robe around my waist, tightened the knot. Goddamn it! He wasn’t supposed to see this. “Couldn’t sleep?” That was what he asked. The urge to scream at him, to unleash holy terror for putting the idea into my head and making me feel, clawed at my throat. “No. Why are you in my room?” “Because I couldn’t sleep on the couch thinking of you and then I started hearing all this racket like the ceiling was going to cave in on my head and thought I should come check on you.” My brain must have malfunctioned. I must have skipped some words, rearranged them in the wrong order. He didn’t say what it sounded like. “What?” He pinned me with a look. It stole the breath from my lungs. “You heard me.” Shit. “Yeah, shit.” I slammed my mouth closed. If words were slipping out, when I didn’t mean them to, it was best to be quiet. “Come out of the closet, Rebecca.” He held out his hand. I ignored it. I couldn’t breathe or move or focus. He was standing outside my closet, and he was naked. Not naked, naked. Mostly naked. He’d taken off the pants and shirt I’d given him and all he had on was a pair of black boxer briefs. Skin-tight boxer briefs. That showed every outline of him. And there was a lot of him to see. My eyes darted to the side of the closet I’d swiped clean. Tomorrow, I’d bleach my eyes to erase that visual. “Rebecca.” “I’m fine here.” He laughed low and slow, beautiful and over too quickly. I was not moving. “You don’t come out, I’m coming in there to get you.” No way in hell was he touching me. Not dressed like that. I stepped over the bucket of shoes at my feet and stepped into the room. He moved back, giving me space and crossed his arms over his chest. It hid nothing. I couldn’t find a place to focus on. I was losing my mind. It had to be sleep deprivation. I looked to my bed and ruffled covers which made me think of… Nope. Not going there. I stared at the wall. It was cream and void of any decorations or photos. It was safe. Finally, I breathed. He stood there, watching me, I felt it like I felt my skin crawling from his inspection. “Want to talk about this?” he asked. Nope. I didn’t. I didn’t want to say a single word to Cooper Hawke. The man in underwear in my bedroom. I crossed my arms over my stomach. Uncrossed them. “No.” My hands went to my hair and I untangled my hair tie, shoving my hands back into my hair and re-fixing the messy knot. “I don’t want to talk about it.” “I might be able to help, you know. It’s not like I haven’t stood in a closet, wanting to do the exact same thing you’ve just done.” “You can’t help me.” He stepped closer. I shuffled back. He moved again. I retreated. He was getting closer when he needed to move back. “Cooper,” I said, “Please. I need to be alone.” “I thought we were friends.” “What?” My gaze jumped to him, fell. Tight, tanned skin and black boxer briefs. A trail of hair from his bellybutton that disappeared beneath those briefs burned into my retinas. I squeezed my eyes closed. A futile attempt to erase that pretty, pretty sight. “I thought we were friends,” he repeated. I forced my eyes open and choked out, “We are.” His full lips quirked into a grin. I knew that look. He had it downstairs. I did not like that look. Not one little bit. “Friends help each other, don’t they?” “Friends respect what the other person wants and needs.” I scooted away from him again and bumped into the wall next to my closet. He took one more step toward me. Slowly. Like he’d done downstairs, allowing me time to move away, allowing me time to see his intention. My head screamed to move out of the way while my body shouted stay right where you are. My body sucked. He was in front of me, not touching me. Far enough away where he was in no danger of touching me. I still wanted him to touch me. His hand raised and he settled it on the wall above my shoulder. And I could smell him. “Cooper. Why are you here?” He didn’t even blink. “Because I want to help you.” “You can’t.” “I can try.”
About the Author
Stacey Lynn currently lives in Minnesota with her husband and four children. When she’s not conquering mountains of laundry and fighting a war against dust bunnies and cracker crumbs, you can find her playing with her children, curled up on the couch with a good book, or on the boat with her family enjoying Minnesota’s beautiful, yet too short, summer.
She lives off her daily pot of coffee, can only write with a bowlful of Skittles nearby, and has been in love with romance novels since before she could drive herself to the library.
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This Time Around by Stacey Lynn
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
Everything this author writes I fall in love with. This time she gives us a heart warming story with two broken people. Rebecca and Cooper both have been through heart break.
After Cooper walks in and finds his wife with someone else he needs to get away. His friend and manager has the perfect hideout for it. On a ranch in Kansas. Only thing he didn’t expect to find her.
Rebecca is a widow. Not fully able to go on with her life due because she hasn’t had closure. Never expecting the handsome Hollywood actor to be the one to help her heal.
I loved this! The characters were wonderful, their story loving and the writing is fantastic!
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Vanquishing the Viscount
by Elizabeth Keysian Wayard in Essex, #3 Publication Date: April 9, 2018 Genres: Adult, Entangled: Scandalous, Historical, Romance
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Emma Hibbert will never again trust a good-looking man. They offer nothing but heartbreak and humiliation. But her conscience won’t let her abandon a sinfully handsome stranger needing help—even if he ignites an unwelcome passion in her. She soon realizes she should have left him in the mud where she found him, for he has the power to ruin everything…
Viscount Tidworth is anything but grateful for being rescued after a tumble from his horse. His pretty savior may be well-meaning, but forcing him to delay his journey completely wrecks his engagement plans. And Tidworth cannot let that stand. But when he discovers Emma’s true identity, he must choose between his desire for revenge…and his baffling attraction to her.
ABOUT ELIZABETH KEYSIAN
Elizabeth Keysian felt destined to write historical romance due to her Cornish descent, and an ancestral connection to the Norse god Odin. Being an only child gave her plenty of time to read, create imaginary worlds, produce her own comics, and write sketches and a deplorably bad musical for an amateur dramatics group.
Three decades spent working in museums and archaeology fired Elizabeth’s urge to write, as did living on a Knights Templar estate, with a garage full of skeletons, a resident ghost and a moat teeming with newts.
Elizabeth lives near Bath in England with her partner and cats.
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Read an excerpt from BLACKSTONEBeing Sunday, I decide to take a break from memory lane. I snatch a worn historical romance paperback from Gran’s bookshelf and slide into my brand new white bikini. Grabbing my towel and a Mike’s Hard Lemonade from the fridge, I head out back. The sun feels amazing on my skin. I inhale the breeze, tasting the salt of the ocean on my tongue. I drop my towel on the lawn chair and get comfortable. My shades are down, and my book is ready to be dominated. “This is nice,” I hum to myself, lifting my lemonade and taking a nice sip. And out it all repels as I spit and choke on it. “Jeeeesus Christ.” I knock my sunglasses halfway down my nose as my eyes threaten to fall out of their sockets. Where in holy heavens did he come from? The half-naked man leaning on his balcony across the way. My tongue about falls out of my mouth. Is that Numbers? And holy shit, when did he get so much muscle? I’d call him fit, but that’s not fit. That’s like, “Hi, I eat muscle for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and now I’m just all muscle.” I wipe at my chin, unsure whether it’s lemonade splatter or I'm drooling. I’m probably drooling. I wasn’t paying attention to much of him yesterday when he was acting all crazy on my front step. I just wanted him gone. To be honest, while he was babbling, I was trying to dig in the back of my brain for my old high school karate moves in case he tried something on me. Looking at him now, I wish he had. He lifts his hand, threading his large hand through his hair and dragging his fingers down his hard chest covered in a dusting of hair. “Oh boy, where’s that hand going?” I mumble, licking my lips. Oh yeah. I see where this is going. Yep, oh yeah... Did I just moan? Oh, hell yeah I did, but it’s so worth it. His hand dips down into his board shorts and he adjusts himself. Feel free to pull them down. Show us the goods, I think, mentally visualizing just how big his junk is. He’s a pretty big guy. Big hands. Theory says, and all. Watching him fondle himself in all his hot glory, my curiosity piques. How old is he really? He sure had a reason to take offense by my calling him old. He certainly doesn’t look old. He surely looks a zillion times hotter than Jimmy, and he was only twenty-eight. I’m not an age wizard, but if I had to guess, I’d say late thirties, early forties. Definitely a bit out of my age range. Why? No idea. No real reason screaming stay away. Well, besides the major one being he wants to evict me, tear down my Gran’s life of memories, and probably build a gym in its place. Yeah, that’s a good enough reason. It also reminds me it’s the guys who look appealing on the outside that usually turn out to be dicks on the inside.
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About J.D. HOLLYFIELDJ.D. Hollyfield is a creative designer by day and superhero by night. When she’s not cooking, event planning, or spending time with her family, she’s relaxing with her nose stuck in a book. With her love for romance, and her head full of book boyfriends, she was inspired to test her creative abilities and bring her own stories to life. Living in the Midwest, she’s currently at work on blowing the minds of readers, with the additions of her new books and series, along with her charm, humor and HEA’s. J.D. Hollyfield dapples in all genres, from romantic comedy, contemporary romance, historical romance, paranormal romance, fantasy and erotica! Want to know more! Follow her on all platforms! Website / Facebook / Twitter / Instagram / Pinterest / Goodreads / Amazon Author Page / BookBub
Blackstone by J.D. Hollyfield
My rating: 4 of 5 stars
Lord have mercy Trevor is hot! Crazy sandals and all! I loved his quirkiness and Lucy is hysterical. Even his relationship with his ex wife and her new lover had me cracked up. This is a sexy, hot novella with a really great story and awesome characters.
Hotness level.... 5 stars
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The End Zone, a sexy friends to lovers romance from L.J. Shen is available NOW!
Jolie Louis is a smart girl.
She knows that her best friend, Sage Poirier, is a bad idea.
He’s a walking, talking cliché. The Adonis quarterback with the bulging biceps and harem of fangirls trailing behind him on campus like a stench you can’t get rid of.
Sadly, it is also the very reason she can’t seem to stay away from him.
No, wait. That’s not fair. They’re also roommates, at least until May, when they graduate from college.
Jolie is already straddling the line between friendship and more when Sage comes to her with an offer she cannot refuse: be his fake girlfriend and live for free for the rest of the semester.
She tells herself that she can handle it.
He’s just the boy she saved ten years ago, right?
Wrong. So very wrong.
He is a man now, and she is his captive
Heart, body, and soul…
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Excerpt from the Vicious extended epilogue:
Emilia“Kneel.” There’s menace in this voice, and I grew to love the man who carries it like a loaded weapon. Every word is a sharp edge of a knife, sinking into my skin. Kneel. Sit. Open your mouth. Touch yourself. Repeat after me: Vicious, I’m yours. Most married couples fall into a blissful, albeit drowsy domestic routine of laundry, family dinners, and Netflix. Most married couples are not Vicious and me. We were different from the beginning. A yin and a yang, fighting over which color took more space, black or pink. We started out as enemies, and I think that, although we are still crazy in love, we will always be rivals on some level. We will always be passionate, and angry, and desperate. We will always be us. “I’m sorry, I don’t take orders from people who aren’t my boss,” I say coolly, dropping my funky, colorful bag at the door and erasing the distance between us in wide, confident steps. He is standing in front of me, his Armani suit impeccable, his raven hair slicked back, his icicle blue eyes devouring me in ways that make being eaten alive worth it. He scans the length of me, a slight sneer on his face. I’m still me, even so many years later. The tips of my light brown hair are still cherry-blossom pink. The soles of my shoes are yellow, for Christ’s sake. “That could be arranged, if you continue your sass.” “How is that going to work, Vicious? Are you going to re-employ me against my will?” For the past eighteen years, I’ve been managing my own gallery in L.A. A gallery he bought for me shortly before our engagement. I have a career, an income of my own. Truth is, he gave me a push, but the entire journey to where I am today was made by me, and only me, and he knows it. He cups my cheek, yanks me by the hem of my funky powder blue blouse with little suns into his body and leans down for a kiss. Our lips brush briefly, promising scattered clothes and ragged breaths, just as the door swings open and our son walks in. He slams the door behind him, his eyes still intently glued to his phone. Vaughn is a spitting image of his dad. So much so, that sometimes it scares me. At sixteen, he has the walk, talk, and air of Vicious when the latter was a senior in high school. Rangy, strong body, thick-fringed blue eyes, skin so fair he looks like he defies the sun, and cheekbones you could use as a sharp weapon. More than anything, he has that uniquely-pissed facial expression that tells you that he just doesn’t care. Not about your problems. Not about your feelings. And certainly not about what you think about him.
About L.J. Shen:L.J. Shen is an International #1 best-selling author of Contemporary Romance and New Adult novels. She lives in Northern California with her husband, young son and chubby cat. Before she’d settled down, L.J. (who thinks referring to herself in the third person is really silly, by the way) traveled the world, and collected friends from all across the globe. Friends who’d be happy to report that she is a rubbish companion, always forgets people’s birthdays and never sends Christmas cards. She enjoys the simple things in life, like spending time with her family and friends, reading, HBO, Netflix and internet-stalking Stephen James. She reads between three to five books a week and firmly believes Crocs shoes and mullets should be outlawed.
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Happily married to her college sweetheart, Poppy lived a blessed life with the husband of her dreams. Then everything changed. She is no longer a wife. She is no longer the envy of her single friends. Now, people look at her with pity as they whisper a single word behind her back.
Years after her husband’s tragic death, years of pain and sorrow and wishing for the life she’ll never get back, Poppy decides to finish Jamie’s birthday list. She’ll do the things he wanted to most. Because maybe, just maybe, if she can complete his list, she can start to live again.
Poppy expects going through the birthday list will be hard. She expects it to hurt. But what she doesn’t expect is Cole. Could the man who delivered the news of her husband’s death and shattered her heart be the one to help her put it back together again?
Devney is the USA Today bestselling author of the Jamison Valley series. She 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. Devney loves hearing from readers! Connect with her on social media.
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The Birthday List by Devney Perry
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
Definitely one of the best books you’ll read this year!
I don’t know how to put in words just how wonderful this book is. The Birthday List is beautiful, emotional and one of those books that leaves you with a book hangover. I can’t get it out of my mind. My emotions were all over the place. These characters, I feel like I know them. Like I was put in the story with them. I felt all their emotions, I laughed with them and yes I cried with them.
Poppy and Cole are the type of characters that you don’t forget. Their love was built after a tragedy and together they grow stronger. Minute by minute.....
If you read only one book this year this is the one to read. I can’t express how moving and beautiful this book is, you just need to read it for yourself.
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