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Winston Brothers series #4

THE BUTTERFLY PROJECT by Emma Scott

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UNWRITTEN by Jen Frederick

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Cross My Heart by L.H. Cosway

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MOONSHADOW by Thea Harrison

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Friday, February 23, 2018

Blog Tour with Review: Memphis by Ginger Scott

We're celebrating the release of Memphis by Ginger Scott! Check out the excerpt below!


Memphis by Ginger Scott
A Contemporary New Adult Romance
Release day: February 23

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Blurb:

My mom always said it was just something about the way he moved.
The same swagger Archie Valentine wore in the ring when he took his opponents down followed him like a halo everywhere he went. But make no mistake about it—he was no angel. He was like a drug. My mother was his addict.

I never understood it…how love could make you blind and convince you to drink the poison. Not until I met Memphis Delaney.

At first, it was the familiar form. He’s a fighter, built like a god from the past, the kind of man the universe doesn’t make anymore. His eyes hide a story, and every time I’m in his presence I want to keep reading him until I get to the end. And then…there’s the way he moves. His boxing is violent but beautiful, and his body is a seductive weapon. When he’s in the ring, he wears the stare of a man committed to the battle until his very last breath.

He could end me; turn me into her. Too much of him will leave me as a shadow, and I’ve lost so much of myself already.

But I have discipline. It came the hard way. Lessons learned, scars left behind, and trust stripped away from life.

I will breathe his air, but I won’t fall for a man like him. The only boxer who’s ever going to break my heart is the one who gave me my name.

EXCERPT:

I turn so our feet are squared and glance at his home that I think he probably knows I went through while he was gone. Somehow the money he paid for it seems not enough and too much all at once. My gaze shifts back to his, and he steps forward until the toe of his left shoe rests against the right side of mine.

“That’s a nice story, Memphis. I’m glad you found the bike, but I’m not sure what that has to do with me,” I say, my breath catching as his fingertips trace along my jaw, his touch so faint I find myself leaning my head to encourage his palm to rest along my cheek more boldly.

He brings his other hand up with more confidence, and I’m caught. The other option I had, to walk away, is gone. I never really wanted it, though.

Memphis dips his chin, hunching slightly to bring his eyes in line with mine. We’re so close that I can feel the tickle of his breath against my lips, and they tingle at the familiar. Each experience with him weaves itself into my heart in this way that terrifies me. This is how people lose themselves.

But I let it in—each breath, each sound, the smells and words. His story. I am surviving on the very being of him, and I think I have been for a while now.

“I was eighteen when I tracked down that bike. I knew it was mine...”

“I don’t belong to you, Memphis,” I cut in, my heart pounding.

His mouth forms a crooked smile. He holds my eyes hostage in silence for few long seconds. “Maybe it works the other way,” he says, his eyes moving over my face with a softness that feels intimate and vulnerable. His forehead falls forward until it rests gently on my own, and I let go of the grip I have on myself, exchanging it for fistfuls of his T-shirt. My knuckles run along his chest as I gather the material and close my eyes, his muscles hard from discipline.

“I can’t watch you get hurt. I can’t...”

His hand moves to my chin, and he lifts it until our eyes meet. Suddenly, breathing just got a lot harder to do.

“I won’t lose, Liv. I work too hard, and I study too much, and I will never be in a ring I’m not supposed to be in,” he says, and I breathe out what sounds like a laugh but feels like hurt.

“My fifty-year-old uncle kicked your ass in some display of alpha-male, teacher-student bullshit. I couldn’t watch that...how am I supposed to watch you step in with some guy who really wants to kill you? How am I supposed to kiss you knowing that your lips might never be the same after a fight. How...”

Memphis’s mouth takes mine before I can protest anymore, nothing like our stolen moment from earlier. His hands cup my face and his mouth moves possessively over my bottom lip, sucking it in and letting it slide loose through a graze of his teeth. He turns my head with a gentle nudge and kisses me deeper, and his hands fall from my face in long, possessive drags down my shoulders to my waist, stopping with his thumbs just above my hips and his fingers splayed out around my sides.

My hands roam up his chest and neck until my thumbs run along the roughness of his chin, and my touch seems to somehow make him hungrier.

“My god.” He breathes the words against my lips, restraint giving way…






About the Author:


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

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

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

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REVIEW


Memphis
Title: Memphis
Series: Standalone
Author: Ginger Scott
Release date: February 22, 2018
Cliffhanger: No
Rating: 4.5 stars





Olivia Valentine has just slinked back to the last place on earth she would want to return to with her tail between her legs. After a scandal involving her ex, she's penniless and bitterly regretting the fact that she has to seek help from her family. When we first meet Liv, she's in a very bad headspace. I have to admit, that it took me some time to warm up to her with the giant chip she had on her shoulder. She was as brittle as a twig, and just as easy to snap. Automatically judging a person based on her father's long list of sins wasn't impressing me. When it's Memphis Delaney being unfairly judged? I was suddenly growly, mama bear protecting her sweet, downtrodden cub. How dare you do that to my boy!

As I read on, not only did her anger and bitterness make sense, but I was even starting to sympathize with her. In fact, it was a bit mind blowing that she was able to come from that home life and mature into the woman she became. Already feeling depressed and lost, it didn't help that her mother's poison was injected back into her on a daily basis. It was a game of who could cut the deepest between these two, and Liv was powerless to resist the urge to draw blood. Not that you could blame her for that weakness. That woman had to be one of the worst viperous creatures characters I've come across. Vile and detestable don't even begin to describe her. Evil kind of scratches the surface of all that she is.

Olivia wants nothing to do with the fighter being trained by her mother and uncle at their gym. His talent and single-minded drive to succeed in the ring reminds her of how her father used to be in his glory days. When he selfishly rode his wave of fame, and had little time to be a true father or husband. But it's hard to ignore Memphis' true heart. After being surrounded so long by malice, he gave her a safe place to just be. To start to heal.

    Each experience with him weaves itself into my heart in this way that terrifies me. This is how people lose themselves.


Oh, my. He was such a beautiful man inside and out.

    I will wait for you to really know who I am, Liv. I’m confident in the man I am. I’m not those men upstairs who disappointed you, but I understand your guard. And I will wait until you believe I won’t break that promise. Breaking you, Liv, would be one of the biggest regrets of my life. And I just don’t do regrets.”


Memphis has had no one to call family his whole life. He's a bit of a loner, but humble, and his ambitions aren't powered by greed like they were with Archie Valentine. That in itself was commendable considering how little he's had materially his whole life. He simply wanted to honor the memory of his father he never got to know. He eat, sleeps, and breathes boxing, and his only friend is a man who lives on the streets and lays his head under a tree at night. As he and Olivia carefully allow each other in, secrets from their pasts will become tangled and threaten to tear their futures apart.

I loved the bond between Liv, Memphis, and Miles. The way they found the love of a real family together warmed my heart and made me smile so big. The epilogue especially was the sweetest touch, and the perfect ending to the trials they all had to overcome.

    His mouth—his skin and hair and chin. His breath and eyes. It’s invaded me. But that part he let me see inside—his character—that’s what inspires me most. Memphis Delaney is rare. He also might be worth it.


I also enjoyed that Liv took the time to build trust in her new relationship before making any impulsive mistakes. And Memphis was patiently waiting for her with open arms whenever she needed someone to keep her demons at bay. He stood beside her in her corner, ready to defend her with his last breath. This was another great read by Ginger Scott. I've been a big fan of her writing for quite a while now, and with every book, she creates new characters that are so endearing and memorable. If this isn't on your TBR, add it now!


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Thursday, February 22, 2018

Release Blitz: Spark by S.L. Scott




Title: Spark
Author: S.L. Scott
Genre: Standalone Contemporary Romance
Release Date: February 22, 2018



Blurb

One break is all The Crow Brothers need and we’re about to get it.

Johnny Outlaw, rock legend and lead singer of The Resistance, is here to watch us play. But he’s not the only familiar face in the crowd—killer little body, heart-shaped face, and drop-dead gorgeous.

Hannah Nichols sitting at the bar makes it hard to concentrate, sparks already reigniting. The beauty was never a groupie and tonight she’s not here to catch our show. She came to drop a bomb. “You have a son.”

She underestimated me. I’ll prove to my son, and her, that I can be the dad he needs.

What is it about musicians? Why are they so damn sexy?

My heart was Jet Crow’s the moment he opened his sexy mouth and sang that first song. One stolen night with that man would never be enough, but I’m not here to fall into his bed. Again. I’m here to fight for custody of a son he’s never known.

There’s just one problem. Those sparks between us have become flames. If we’re not careful we’re both going to get burned.







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Excerpt

Jet Crow

Subtle scents of cinnamon mix with the taste of whiskey on her skin. I lick her from collarbone to the back of her ear, her moans enticing me to take more than a gentle share of what I want.
I’m well past hooking up with groupies, but something drew me to the beautiful brunette. Under the bright spotlight of that stage, my eyes found hers as I sang about finding the missing piece of me. Maybe it was the way she pretended to not care, catching my eyes and then turning away as if she was too shy to come speak to me, but too good to be bothered. It didn’t matter. I was already caught up in her as much as she was caught up in me.
The set ended and I made my way over to the mystery woman, the one who hid in the dark of the bar just as two shots were served. I took the shot of Fireball and then took her home shortly after.
Fuck. She feels good.
Hard little body, but soft in all the right places. Tits that fill my large hands and legs that spread enough for me to squeeze between her thighs. I bet she wouldn’t reach my shoulders in heels. Speaking of, “Keep them on.”
I like the feel of the leather against my lower back, the hard heel scraping across my skin when she tries to power play me by tightening around my waist and pulling me closer. I didn’t ask her to my bedroom. I didn’t have a chance. What started out as laughing while we shared a two a.m. snack of Cheetos, hummus, and whiskey turned into me eating her as a snack on top of my kitchen counter. I don’t ever do that with a one-nighter, but damn if she didn’t make me want to break more rules with her.
She kisses me like a woman in need of water, taking as much as she wants while pressing her heels into my ass. The heat between us emanates until I’m dragging my shirt off to try to cool down.
I knew she was different the moment she opened her mouth back at the bar. “You sing rock with so much soul. Who hurt you?”
“No one gets close enough to do me any harm.”
“That’s a pity.”
“It’s a pity I’ve never been hurt?”
“No, it’s a pity you’ve never loved anyone enough to get hurt.”
My heart started beating for what felt like the first time as I looked into her sultry eyes. I could blame the booze, but I can’t lie to myself. She had me thinking twice on things I never considered once before.
Who was this woman?
Even with our stomachs full, we weren’t satisfied. She dragged me by the belt down the hall to my bedroom. Her clothes were off and mine quickly followed before we tumbled into bed.
Fast. I want to fuck her fast and hard, but every time our eyes connect there’s such sadness found in her grays that I slow down. Wanting her to hold contact, I cup her cheek. “Hannah?”
Her eyes slowly open, the long lashes framing the lust I find between them. “What?” she asks between heavy breaths.
“Are you okay?”
“I’m good.”
“Just making sure.”
She runs her hands up my neck and into the back of my hair. “I’m sure.” Pulling me down to her, our mouths are just a few inches apart when she whispers, “I want you. I want to do this.”
Shy isn’t something I’d call her considering we were in my bed two hours after meeting. I like a woman who knows what she wants. Hannah knows. And fuck if it isn’t a turn on that she wants me.






Author Bio


Living in the capital of Texas with her family, Scott loves traveling and avocados, beaches, and cooking with her kids. She's obsessed with epic romances and loves a good plot twist. Her favorite color is blue, but she likens it more toward the sky than the emotion. Her home is filled with the welcoming symbol of the pineapple and finds surfing a challenge though she likes to think she's a pro.


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Wednesday, February 21, 2018

Cover Reveal: The Birthday List by Devney Perry

We are so thrilled to bring you the cover for THE BIRTHDAY LIST from USA TODAY bestseller Devney Perry releasing on April 3rd, 2018!

 



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.

Widow.

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?

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Tuesday, February 13, 2018

Release Blitz with Review: The Smallest Part by Amy Harmon




Heart breaking. Heart healing. Heart melting. The Smallest Part, a contemporary friends-to-lovers romance is now available on all platforms.



Blurb:

“In the end, only three things matter. How much you loved, how gently you lived, and how gracefully you let go of things not meant for you.” - Unknown

It was a big lie. The biggest lie she’d ever told. It reverberated through her head as she said it, ringing eerily, and the girl behind her eyes—the girl who knew the truth—screamed, and her scream echoed along with the lie.
“Are you in love with Noah, Mercedes?” Cora asked. “I mean . . . I know you love him. You’ve been friends forever. We all have. But are you in love with him?”

If it had been anyone else—anyone—Mercedes would have stuck out her chest, folded her skinny arms, and let her feelings be known. She would have claimed him. But it was Cora. Brave, beautiful, broken Cora, and Cora loved Noah too.
So Mercedes lied.
And with that lie, she lost him. With that lie, she sealed her fate.
She was the best friend, the bridesmaid, the godmother, the glue. She was there for the good times and the bad, the ups and downs, the biggest moments and the smallest parts. And she was there when it all came crashing down.

This is the tale of the girl who didn’t get the guy.






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Amy Harmon is a Wall Street Journal, USA Today, and New York Times Bestselling author. Amy knew at an early age that writing was something she wanted to do, and she divided her time between writing songs and stories as she grew. Having grown up in the middle of wheat fields without a television, with only her books and her siblings to entertain her, she developed a strong sense of what made a good story. Her books are now being published in eighteen different languages, truly a dream come true for a little country girl from Levan, Utah.

Amy Harmon has written thirteen novels - the USA Today Bestsellers The Bird and The Sword, Making Faces and Running Barefoot, as well as the #1 Amazon bestselling historical From Sand and Ash, The Queen and The Cure, The Law of Moses, The Song of David, Infinity + One, Slow Dance in Purgatory, Prom Night in Purgatory, and the New York Times Bestseller, A Different Blue. Her novels The Bird and the Sword and From Sand and Ash were Goodreads Best Books of 2016 and 2017 finalists.



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REVIEW


The Smallest Part
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

Title: The Smallest Part
Series: Standalone (characters connected to The Law of Moses series)
Author: Amy Harmon
Release date: February 13, 2018
Cliffhanger: No


  
      "We’re more than just a collection of bones, cobbled together by God or eons of evolution. We have souls. We have purpose. We’re more.”

I must admit, when I first saw the announcement for this book, I was wary. The love triangle trope is one that I stay far, far away from, and this one promised to be the mother of all love triangles. It's not that I shy away from angst in general, but triangles have just never been a favorite of mine. It wasn't until I found out that this story was about Dr. Noah Andelin, the psychologist from The Law of Moses that I immediately rushed to sign up. That was one of the few books that made me ugly cry (It hurt so good), and there was no doubt in my mind that I needed to read Noah's own journey to happiness.

The Smallest Part is about the strength and power of friendship first and foremost. It's about a love that you sacrifice for, an unselfish love that withstands time and tribulations. It has the feel of a second chance romance with a slow, unhurried burn between Noah and Mercedes. These two were straddling the friendship line when they were younger, but she quietly took a step back. Her heart was bruised ever since. They never got the chance to explore what could have been, but the years they spent together as children built a core of loyalty and love that could never be broken. We learn about the relationship between Cora, Noah, and Mer through short flashbacks. When they were the Three Amigos. Three kids who didn't have much at all, except for each other.

Mercedes is the tiny friend, but don't let her size fool you. When she loved you, it was freely and fiercely. There were no half measures with her.

    "She was the best friend, the bridesmaid, the godmother, the glue. She was there for the good times and the bad, the ups and the downs, the biggest moments and the smallest parts. And she was there when it all came crashing down."

Noah was lacking a true family, and a sense of belonging. His mother was indifferent and neglectful, and his father could have been any face in a crowd. When he found Mer, and then Cora, the affection he found with them was an oasis for a boy who was desperately thirsty for love. He had no parental guidance to speak of. Yet there was a wisdom and substance to him from the beginning that ripened so sweetly as he matured into a man.

Cora was the fragile one. When she was a child, she witnessed something horribly traumatic and something broke inside of her. To be completely honest, I can't say that I really understood Cora. The more the book wore on, I felt like the less I knew her. Her behavior, motivations and thought processes were a mystery to me, and I could have really used some chapters or segments from her POV. I understood that she was always protected by the other two, and that's understandable considering the type of love they had for her. But her actions were not those of a true friend, I just could not accept many of the selfish things she had done.

     If Cora was wind, Mer was rock. Noah didn’t know what that made him, but he’d been changed by both.

In the present time, Noah and Mercedes' relationship faces its most difficult test yet. Like everything else in their life, they do it side by side. Together. Until secrets start to become unearthed and their choices in dealing with them have alarming consequences. Personally, I was pretty angry at Mercedes for a little while, more so than Noah. I don't feel as if their failure to communicate canceled each other out, because what she was concealing had a direct and monumental effect on him. It was something that he needed to know. He wasn't right either, but it wasn't as much of a betrayal for him to keep quiet in my opinion. I'm attempting to stay nonspecific here to avoid spoilers, so my apologies on my vagueness.

At times, I was frustrated with Mercedes for resembling a martyr. I wanted her to stand up, demand the things in life that she deserved unapologetically. She was such a giving person, with a beautiful loving soul, but she didn't know how to ask for love and respect in return. She was so good at keeping everyone else together, and keeping them happy, that she lost some of herself along the way.

The feelings that Noah and Mer had for each other were electric. They were two live wires that dance around each other until they finally made that explosive spark. Amy was definitely more descriptive in this book when it came to the physical side of the relationship, however it was done in order for the reader to understand the emotions they were struggling with as they transitioned past friendship. The focus was emotional rather than the physical release, and I think she handled it exquisitely.


      For a moment their eyes clashed and clung, and an inaudible series of clicks—left, right, left, unlock—echoed in her head and reverberated in her chest. It was a lethal combination, and they were opening the safe.

The Smallest Part explored so many topics, and in such an eloquent way. Amy has a way of describing things that makes you examine them like you never have before. If you're a fan of the connected series, this is a must read. But even if you're not familiar with them, you'll probably want to after meeting Moses here. The bonus scenes we get with him here made my heart sing. If you're looking for an emotional and heartwarming story, grab this one now!


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Monday, February 12, 2018

Review: Brooklynaire by Sarina Bowen





  


BROOKLYNAIRE by Sarina Bowen 
Release Date: February12, 2018
Genre: Contemporary Romance, Sports Romance 
Rating: 4 stars


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Synopsis:

A sexy new standalone from USA Today bestseller Sarina Bowen.


You’d think a billion dollars, a professional hockey team and a six-bedroom mansion on the Promenade would satisfy a guy. You’d be wrong.

For seven years Rebecca has brightened my office with her wit and her smile. She manages both my hockey team and my sanity. I don’t know when I started waking in the night, craving her. All I know is that one whiff of her perfume ruins my concentration. And her laugh makes me hard.

When Rebecca gets hurt, I step in to help. It’s what friends do. But what friends don’t do is rip off each others’ clothes for a single, wild night together.

Now she’s avoiding me. She says we’re too different, and it can never happen again. So why can’t we keep our hands off each other?



EXCERPT

I grab a towel off a waiting stack of them and toss it onto the edge. “You can sit and put your feet in.”

She’s wearing a short little knit dress that’s been making me crazy all evening, so it would be easy enough for her to strip off those stockings, sit on the towel, and drop both feet in.

And that’s what she does. She eases one stocking down over a smooth knee and tugs it off.

I don’t want to stand there staring like a middle-school boy. Okay, I do want to. But I don’t want to make her uncomfortable. So I go over to the sound system instead, and I set my phone on the speaker and cue up a really old playlist. One she’ll recognize.

When I turn around again, she’s seated on the towel, both legs hanging down into the churning water. “Ah. Wow.” She looks up at me, her eyes sparkling. “Nice place you got here.”

“Isn’t it?” I toe off my shoes and kick them to the side.

The first song comes on, and it’s a Macklemore tune that we used to play far too often in our first office. Rebecca laughs immediately. “You didn’t! I haven’t heard this playlist in forever. But I’ll bet I still know every transition. Lady Gaga is next.”

“She sure is.”

Rebecca kicks her feet, making a splash. “I have a little confession to make.”

“What’s that?” I loosen my tie and slide the knot out.

“Well…” She grins up at me. “I used to have a crush on you. Back in the early days.”

My hands freeze on the tie silk. “Get out of town. You did not.”

“No, I really did.” Her cheeks are pink. “That first year especially. But you were taken, and you were my boss. Those two things made it pretty easy to tamp down, when you’re a practical girl like me.”

I walk over and drop down beside her, my back to the water, though, because I’m still wearing trousers and socks. “So how does that work, exactly?”

“What?” She gives me a sidelong glance, but then looks away again and won’t meet my eyes.

“How do you stop wanting someone? I’m a practical person, but I don’t see how that makes it any easier. Nothing seems to mute the raging attraction I have for you.”

Her chin turns quickly toward me, and I seize the opportunity to kiss her. And it only takes one kiss—one slide of my lips over hers, and I’m on fire again.

We’re facing opposite directions, so it’s awkward as hell. But I don’t even care. I take greedy sip after greedy sip of her mouth, until she pulls back to stare at me. Her color is high and her eyes are bright and happy. “This is like Twister.”

“It’s better,” I correct. Lady Gaga comes on, just as Becca said she would. “Are we getting into this pool or what?”

Becca kicks a foot in the water. “I’m tempted. But I don’t have a bathing suit.”

“Oh, snap.”

She smiles and shakes her head. “Are you really getting in?”

“We don’t have to.” I’m never going to pressure her.

Her fingers trail across the surface of the bubbling water. “But this is an adventure, right?”

“Right.” I stand up and remove my socks. She’s watching me. And I can’t read her expression. “What?”

“Just wondering what else you’re going to take off.” She smiles.

“Come here.” The order rolls off my tongue.

But Rebecca doesn’t blink. She gets up and turns toward me, curiosity in her eyes.

“You tell me. What am I taking off?”

She puts two hands tentatively on my chest, and I make myself be patient. Everything I ever wanted is on the other side of this moment. I just need us to break through this awkwardness—the “will we or won’t we” tension.

Her fingers find the top button of my shirt. “I’m not getting in the water unless you are.”

That’s a compromise I can live with. I find my lower shirt buttons and work upwards, until we meet in the middle. She pushes the two halves of my shirt apart and runs a hand down my bare chest.

My inner caveman stands up and cheers.





REVIEW

Brooklynaire

I’ve known Nate’s mind for years, but his body is a foreign country I’ve never visited before. Somehow I already speak the language.

After finishing a pretty heavy book, Brooklynaire was just the sweet and light read that I was craving. It was low on the drama, high on the sass, laughs, and fun. Another bonus? Despite the the page count hitting the 450 range, it didn't feel like I was reading a lengthy book. I never felt as if it was dragging, in fact, I could have continued the nerdy Nate goodness even longer and not batted an eye. Friends to lovers trope + nerdy genius + Sarina's chuckle inducing brand of humor = another sports romance win.

Becca has known Nate for seven years, before he became a billionaire and owner of the Brooklyn Bruisers. For five years, she worked side by side with him as his assistant and saw him through success and despair. They were more than just boss/employee. They were the best of friends who understood each other at a cellular level. They had inside jokes, they drank tequila together when life brought them down, they geeked out to palindromes. They also silently suffered crushes on each other and buried them for the sake of their friendship.

Becca is just the type of heroine I like to read about. She's tough, highly independent, loyal to her friends and family, and a woman who works hard and doesn't like to stay idle. So it goes without saying that when she gets a head injury on the job, she's completely distressed and agitated over not being able to heal properly and get back to work. Her sense of equilibrium is out of whack in more ways than one, and she can't seem to turn back her internal settings to the home position.

This is where Nate steps in. His worry and protectiveness over her was absolutely wonderful. There was a level of comfort and ease with each other that you only get when two people sail past the bullshit and land in the keeping it real zone. I loved the little flashbacks we got that gave us a front seat to how their relationship began, and how it matured into the bond that they have now.

It’s hard to pinpoint when I stopped looking at Bec like a friend and started dreaming about her. It started sometime after the Juliet fiasco, when I couldn’t help but notice how Rebecca was always there in my life, making every day better.

Becca may have a bit of an inferiority complex towards him because of his accomplishments and success, but she isn't afraid to speak her mind and put him in his place. Not that he really needed that, because he was pretty much the epitome of respectful and sweet.

These two have spent many long years trying to ignore and deny the deep attraction and feeling of completion they give each other. But after she moves in with him temporarily while she's recovering, Nate is unable to keep a lid on his passion for her for very long. Though he's known for being quiet and unreadable, with Becca, he's like an open book. He can't conceal how much he cares about her, and the sexual tension that crackles between them is noticeable to everyone in their orbit.

Though he tries his hardest to navigate them gracefully past friendship, naturally there are going to be worries over taking the risk with their friendship that stand in their way. He never pressures her, but lets her set the pace, and bides his time. On top of that, Becca is determined to not lose the respect of her co-workers and the team by entering into a relationship with the owner. I was a little worried at first that this conflict would drag and keep them apart for too long, but that wasn't the case at all. Fortunately, they build trust in each other and tackle that hurdle gradually without any frustration. His own issues over women using him for his money were a non-issue from the start because he knew Becca never did, and never would look at him with dollar bills in her eyes. She loved him for the man he was, and that was yet another reason in his mind that they fit so flawlessly.

There was a lot to enjoy in Brooklynaire. It was sexy, entertaining, and sweet friends to lovers romance that was low on angst. The sneaking around/secret relationship because of the team's opinion aspect wasn't the most original conflict for me. It made sense, but I've read it a lot in the genre so I need something a little different. However, that didn't detract from my overall enjoyment all that much, and I know most wouldn't even be bothered by it. If you're looking for something to satisfy your sports romance appetite, look no further. Nate and Becca are sure to deliver the goods.


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