petak, 25. prosinca 2015.

Top 10 of 2015: Books I’m Looking Forward to in 2016


This is an event hosted by Fiktshun ,  Jaime of Two Chicks on BooksMindy of Magical Urban Fantasy ReadsNancy of Tales of a Ravenous Reader
   First off, I want to wish a happy Christmas to everyone who celebrates it, I hope you have a wonderful day.
    Today is the final day of the event and the time to name the books you are looking forward to the most in 2016. There are so many anticipated releases in 2016 so it was truly difficult to name only ten but I tried, with only a few honorable mentions.




Honorable mentions:

Magic Binds by Ilona Andrews
Into the Fire by Jeaniene Frost
Midnight Marked by Chloe Neill
And hopefully Unholy Luck by Stacia Kane comes out in 2015.

What are you eagerly anticipating?
Tell me or leave me a link in the comments.


četvrtak, 24. prosinca 2015.

Top 10 of 2015: Best Book Boyfriends of 2015


This is an event hosted by Fiktshun ,  Jaime of Two Chicks on BooksMindy of Magical Urban Fantasy ReadsNancy of Tales of a Ravenous Reader
   Today is the day for favorite book boyfriends of 2015. Let me tell you, there are some returning boys from previous years, some that are on my list since the first year I did thsi event Book Boyfriends 2012 or Book Boyfriends 2014 .



Naasir from Archangel s Enigma by Nalini Singh

Reyes Farrow from Eight grave after dark by Darynda Jones (always and forever)

Curran from Magic shifts by Ilona Andrews 

Loren Hale from Long way down by Krista and Becca Ritchie

Roth from Every Last Breath by JLA

Daemon Black from Oblivion by JLA

Owen Grayson from Spider s Trap by Jennifer Estep

Josh Mitchell from I ll meet you there by Heather Demetrios

Connor Cobalt from Fuel the Fire by Krista and Becca Ritchie

Ethan Sullivan from Dark Debt by Chloe Neill

Honorable mentions:

Ryke Meadows (Long way down)
Osh (Eighth Grave after Dark)
Dick Cheney (Fangs for the Memories)
Andrey (From Russia with Claws)
Seth (The Return)
Liam (The Veil)

And that would be all, I think.
Who are your favorite book boyfriends of 2015?
Leave me a link in the comments.



srijeda, 23. prosinca 2015.

Top 10 of 2015: Best Contemporaries of 2015



This is an event hosted by Fiktshun ,  Jaime of Two Chicks on BooksMindy of Magical Urban Fantasy ReadsNancy of Tales of a Ravenous Reader. On the 3rd day of the event we could choose which top 10 we will post and I chose my favorite contemporaries because I have read some beautiful and thoughtful contemporary novels this year, YA, NA and adult. In no particular order:


Dumplin'  by Julie Murphy
Never Always Sometimes by Adi Alsaid
The Play by Karina Halle


The Deal by Elle Kennedy
Racing the Sun by Karina Halle
I'll Meet You There by Heather Demetrios
Truth or Beard by Penny Reid
Long Way Down by Krista Ritchie , Becca Ritchie


What are your favorite contemporaries of 2015?
Or did you choose another topic?
Leave me a link in the comments.


utorak, 22. prosinca 2015.

Top 10 of 2015: Best Book Covers of 2015


This is an event hosted by Fiktshun ,  Jaime of Two Chicks on BooksMindy of Magical Urban Fantasy ReadsNancy of Tales of a Ravenous Reader. Today is the second day of the event and time to choose my favorite book covers of 2015 which was not easy. There was so many beautiful and special covers to choose from and I managed to choose ten.


What are your favorite book covers of 2015?
Leave me a link in the comments.


ponedjeljak, 21. prosinca 2015.

Top 10 of 2015: Best books I’ve Read in 2015


This is an event hosted by Fiktshun ,  Jaime of Two Chicks on Books, Mindy of Magical Urban Fantasy ReadsNancy of Tales of a Ravenous Reader. I have participated in Top 10 since the start of my blog in 2012 so it is great to do it again every year. It has been difficult to narrow down the list to ten books so there will be a few honorable mentions. Here goes in no particular order:

Dumplin by Julie Murphy
Single undead moms club by Molly Harper 
Havoc by Ann Aguirre
Archangel s Enigma by Nalini Singh
Magic Shifts by Ilona Andrews
First comes Love by Katie Kacvinsky
Eighth Grave after Dark by Darynda Jones
A Thousand Pieces of You by Claudia Gray My Review
Exquisite Captive by Heather Demetrios
Siege and Storm by Leigh Bardugo

Honorable mentions:
Brighter than the sun by Darynda Jones, Simon VS. the homo sapiens agenda, Corrupt and Misconduct by Penelope Douglas, Side effects may vary by Julie Murphy, The Dirt on Ninth Grave by Darynda Jones and From Russia with Claws by Gia Corona and Jacey Conrad.


What are your favorite books you read in 2015?
Leave me  a link in the comments.





ponedjeljak, 7. prosinca 2015.

Blog Tour: Dirty Deeds (The Mechanics of Love #3) by Megan Erickson (Review, Excerpt & Giveaway)



Summary:

Alex Dawn is saying no to men. No to bad relationships, disappointments, and smooth-talkers. Focusing on her family and her job at Payton and Sons Automotive keeps her mind occupied and her heart content. She doesn’t really miss a man’s touch, until one night, one shows up with the body of a god and a voice from her dirtiest dreams.

L.M. Spencer is only in Tory, Maryland, to scope out the town as a possible site for one of his company's hotels. The British businessman didn’t expect his car to break down or to find the hottest little American he’s ever seen holding a tire iron, piercing him with bright blue eyes.

They agree to one hot night, one dirty deed to burn out the chemistry between them. But from their first kiss, Alex can’t stop saying yes to this man. And when Spencer’s company threatens everything she cares about, they must make the choice to stand together or apart.



Praise for MEGAN ERICKSON

“A super sweet, extra sexy second chance romance that will have you laughing out loud and needing a minute to cool off. Dirty Thoughts is right!”
— Jay Crownover, New York Times bestselling author

“Megan Erickson ratchets up the romance and sizzle in her sexy new series. The Mechanics of Love will rev readers’ hearts.”
— Jennifer Ryan, New York Times and USA Today bestselling author

“Megan Erickson writes hot, hot, HOT stories packed with emotion and humor. You’re going to want to read everything she’s ever written!”
— Sophie Jordan, USA Today bestselling author


Where to buy DIRTY DEEDS






My Review:

Check out my review of Dirty Talk

Another Megan Erickson book and another hit for me. Her writing is so light and while there is drama you just have this feeling while reading that everything will be alright. The third book in Mechanics of Love series is a story of Alex, Ivy s sister, and Spencer, a bussiness man in town only for the night. 
While Brent is my favorite male character of this series, my female favorite is definitely Alex so I was really excited for her story and for her to finally be happy. Her chemistry with Spencer was burning up the pages from the moment they met and their interactions were both passionate and sweet. I love that Alex finds her inner strenght in this book, that she realizes that she is a kick ass woman and that no one can mess with her. I loved the moments between sisters but I also loved the little moments with Spencer and Violet which were just cute.
My wish for this series is Delilah s story, hopefully with Davis.



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EXCERPT:


Alex Dawn growled as she tightened the hubcap with the tire iron and thought, for the fifth time, that she should have gone home an hour ago.

But that meant going home to an empty house, which she didn’t think she’d hate but had learned to her supreme horror that she did, in fact, hate living alone.

She’d never lived alone, not ever. First she’d lived with her mom and sister, Ivy, and then . . . him . . . and then again with Ivy and her daughter, Violet. She liked living with Ivy and V, but now they had moved in with Ivy’s boyfriend, so Alex was alone. In that apartment that used to be filled with Ivy’s clothes and Violet’s coloring books.

Alex banged the tool on the rubber of the tire. The thunk was comforting. She did it again, and again, wondering why she was doing this, but couldn’t deny it felt good as hell to get some anger out. Because that’s all she seemed to have lately. Anger. Anger at him and at her life and anger at the fact that she couldn’t seem to be fucking happy.

It was a shitty cycle.

Therapy was helping, a little, but it dredged up old wounds she’d tried to bury for so long. She hated being unhappy. But the more she dwelled on it, the less happy seemed to be within reach. She did like her job, though, so that was something. Working at Payton and Sons Automotive as a mechanic was more home than that empty apartment.

Her phone rang, and she glanced at the caller ID before tucking her phone in between her ear and shoulder. “Hey.”

“What’re you doing?” Ivy’s voice was soothing.

“Working,” Alex answered.

There was a pause, as if Ivy was checking the time. “You’re still at work.”

“Tell her to go the fuck home!” yelled a male voice in the background. Brent Payton. Ivy’s boyfriend and Alex’s coworker.

“Stop swearing,” Ivy muttered, but there was no heat to her words.

Alex smiled. “Tell him I’d stop working if I didn’t have to pick up his slack.”

There was a rustle on the phone and then Brent’s voice was clear. “Seriously, why are you still there?”

Alex shrugged, even though she knew no one could see her. “Why do you care? I’m getting stuff done so you have less to do tomorrow.” It was Friday and Alex was off the next day, but Brent was on the Saturday shift.

“Alex.” Brent sighed. “Go home.”

Where was home? she wanted to ask. But instead she traced an oil spot on the concrete with her boot. “Yeah, okay. Just so you know, this Jeep here—”

“I’ve been drinking. Leave me a fucking note.”

Alex rolled her eyes. “Fine. Take care of my sister for me.”

“Always do.”

Alex was about to hang up when Ivy’s voice came back on the line. There was a giggle, and Alex was happy for her sister at the same time a pang of envy sliced into her heart. “Alex?”

“Yup.”

“Want to come over or something?”

“Nah, that’s okay. You guys have a nice family night or whatever.”

“Alex, you’re family too.”

She was, but Ivy was starting a new family, a nice, perfect nuclear family, and there wasn’t room in that house for a clingy sister. “I know, but I’m cool. Gonna go home and crash.” She’d been reading Ivy’s romance books she’d left behind too.

“Okay, but if you change your mind . . .”

“Thanks, honey, but I’m fine.”

Ivy sighed. “ ’K, love you.”

“Love you too.”

Alex shoved her phone back into her pocket and glanced around the garage. She really should go home. The sun was setting, painting the fall sky in streaks of pink and orange. Hooking her thumbs in her pockets, she walked to the front of the garage, leaned against the side of the open bay, and gazed at the sky and the Friday night traffic on Main Street in Tory, Maryland.

She tapped the tire iron against her jean-clad thigh, enjoying the breeze on her heated skin and through the thin fabric of her tank top.

Her nerves were jittery, and sometimes she still had the urge to run. To flee. To be far away from him and her past as best as she could. But if she’d learned anything since she moved to Tory, it was that she couldn’t keep running. So she stayed here, where Ivy found the love of her life and where Alex had a good job and could see her niece grow. 

She’d given up hope long ago she’d get the fairy tale that seemed to happen for everyone else. And that was okay. She’d hardened and carried a chip on her shoulder that was like an old friend now.

She was about to turn around and close up shop when the sound of a rattling exhaust caught her attention. She turned her head to see a red Mercedes—the source of the sound—making its way down the street. The car turned into the parking lot of Payton and Sons and Alex waited as it parked in front of her and the driver turned off the engine, which thankfully killed the noise.

Alex glanced at her watch. It was after seven now. Technically the shop closed an hour ago, but she waited for the driver to get out of the car, because it wasn’t like she was in a hurry.

The door opened. A man’s black dress shoe planted on the ground of the parking lot, attached to a gray-panted leg. That leg just . . . kept going. The man had to be tall as hell, and when he emerged from the car, Alex swallowed. Yes, he was tall. Very tall, probably close to six-four. He wore a gray suit with a white shirt that was unbuttoned at the top and a dark blue tie, loosened so the knot hung off to one side. He slammed the car door shut with a little bit of anger, and Alex jolted at the sound and the force, her body stiffening.

She hated herself a little at her knee-jerk reaction to a big man who was angry.

She squared her shoulders and gripped the tire iron, watching the tall man with dark hair glare at his car with his hands on his lean hips, broad shoulders rising and falling with a heavy sigh.

He speared his fingers through his hair and turned to Alex, opening his mouth to say something but stopping abruptly at the sight of her. He blinked.

She blinked back.

He was about ten feet away, and even from here she could see the brilliant blue of his eyes, the long dark lashes framing them. The little bit of silver peppering his hair at his temples.

He was gorgeous in a clean-cut, serious businessman way. The effortlessly wavy hair, the square jaw, the lips that threatened to open any minute and spit out such words like merger and acquisition and accounts payable. He looked like he didn’t smile, but scowled from under a heavy brow.

The type of man who’d always looked down his nose at all the Dawn women. Called them easy and white trash under his breath. Yeah, she was judging, but her defense was to judge first. Better to size up whom she was dealing with quickly than be caught off guard.

Basically, Mercedes Man was the exact opposite of Alex’s type.

She placed the tire iron she was holding and crossed her arms over her chest. With a raised eyebrow, she said, “Having some trouble?”

He blinked again, his hand frozen in his hair. Then he dropped it at his side, the other still on his hip. “Bloody car.”

It was Alex’s turn to be surprised. The guy was British. She’d never met anyone who was British, and she really only heard British accents on TV shows like Game of Thrones and Spartacus, when all the actors had these vague European accents in order to appear exotic. She grew up in Indiana. Not a hotbed of diversity.

“You guys really say ‘bloody’? Like that’s actually a thing?” she asked—and immediately clamped her hand over her mouth, because the man’s dark eyebrows dipped in a scowl, which still did nothing to lessen his attractiveness.

“Do you Americans really say ‘yee-haw’?” he shot back at her, the last word morphing into what Alex assumed was an attempt at a southern accent.

“You’ve officially said that word more than I have in my whole life,” she answered drily.

He paused, like he wasn’t sure whether to laugh or glare. In the end, he went with a glare, along with a muttered, “Well, then, I’ll be sure not to blurt that out at random times.”

“That might be a good rule.” She took a step forward and jerked her chin in the direction of his car. “Need some help?”

“Your bloody roads,” he said. “Can’t go a hundred meters without hitting a pothole, and it’s done a number on my car.” His eyes took in a sweep of the shop. Alex tried not to look at it through this man’s eyes. Everything about him, from his clothes to his car, was sleek and clean and put together. The shop behind her was an older building, with a few—okay, several—cosmetic issues. It smelled like grease, oil, gas, and rubber, and she loved every fucking inch of Payton and Sons. So this guy could sneer at it all he wanted. It was home to her. When that arresting blue gaze returned to hers, his eyes were unreadable. “Can you service a Mercedes?”

Oh, for fuck’s sake. “Uh, yeah, we can service a Mercedes.”

He didn’t flinch at her dry tone or her looks-could-kill laser eyes. The man was made of steel. “I see. Well, then, can you look at it, or do I need to speak to a manager?”

She kinda wanted to punch the guy. “No.”

He stared. “No . . . you can’t look at it, or no, I don’t need to speak to a manager?”

“Neither.” She gestured toward the unlit sign in the window of the office. “We’re closed.” Maybe she would have stayed open if anyone but this guy had pulled into the parking lot.

He sighed and ran his hands over his face and up into his hair, tugging on the dark strands before dropping his arms to his sides. “Fuck,” he muttered, turning his glare back onto the car.

She stuck her hands in her pockets. “Look, I’ll make sure the guys coming in tomorrow look at it, but that’s all I can promise.”

After a silent thirty seconds, he nodded. “That’ll have to do then.”

She took a step forward. “I’m Alex, by the way.”

His gaze dipped down her body for one minute before locking eyes with her. “Spencer.”

That name. So British and posh and everything Alex wasn’t. “Do you need a ride somewhere?” She should just make him figure it out on his own since he was kind of a jerk, but she could always use some karma points. And it wasn’t like Tory had a taxi service.

“I’m at the Tory Inn.”

“I know where that is. I can give you a ride, if you want.”

He studied her again, and she wondered what he thought of her. She was dirty after a long day at work, but she always wore a full face of makeup and red lipstick. He had hated it, but she didn’t wear it for him.

“Okay, yes,” Spencer said with a nod, his tone brusque. “I’d like that. Thank you.” His last two words were tacked on, like an afterthought.

Don’t hurt yourself thanking me. “I’m going to close up the shop, so you can get your things and I’ll meet you at my truck.” She pointed to her old Ford in the corner of the lot. His eyes followed her finger, and then he gave a short nod.

“Give me ten,” she said.

It really only took her five minutes to close up the shop, but she needed some time to gain her bearings. She could feel his judgment of her and her workplace on her skin like ants. She wanted to get home and shower and forget about this uppity Brit. Why had she offered him a ride home? Stupid, stupid Alex.

Also, why did he have to be hot?

When she approached her truck, he was standing by the passenger door, head bent, a lock of dark hair falling onto his forehead as he tapped away at his phone. As her footsteps approached, he looked up. He held a fancy-looking bag, the strap crossed over his chest.

“That all you have?” she asked.

He nodded and his head swiveled as he looked up and down Main Street. He sighed, and for the first time since she’d met him, his severe face softened. “Look, I’m sorry. I’ve had a shite day, and I was an arse. Can I buy you dinner or a drink to make up for it?”

Alex hesitated. No, no, just say no. But he was looking at her with a somewhat eager expression, and she was starving. A free meal. While looking at a hot guy. Hopefully he kept his mouth shut. “There’s a little place down the street, serves burgers and beer.”

“Lovely.”

As they got into the truck and she put on her seat belt, she said, “But you don’t have to pay—”

“Please, Alex.”

She tried not to think about how she liked the way he said her name, drawing out the first syllable and emphasizing the x. “Sure, okay,” she said as she backed out of the parking lot, glancing at him as she did.

He smiled then. A smile that transformed his surly face into . . . something gorgeous. Spectacular. Like he belonged in some period film with a cravat, sipping champagne. She tried not to think about how his smile made her feel, even as the warmth spread down to her toes. He was just a hot guy, and she’d been around hot dudes before. Hell, she worked with some. So why couldn’t she quit perving on this one? Especially because he’d already shown he could be an asshole. God, was that who she was? A woman who was doomed to always want to bone jerks?

Spencer’s name was probably something like Spencer Addington IV, and he probably had a distant relative of royalty. Surely, his family played polo or cricket or whatever they did over there in Britain.

Either way, despite the way his eyes lingered on her lips and the way his long tapered fingers rested on his thigh, he wasn’t her type.

Hell, she didn’t have a type anymore. 

Being alone was lonely, but at least it was safe.


About MEGAN ERICKSON

Megan Erickson grew up in a family that averages 5’5” on a good day and started writing to create characters who could reach the top kitchen shelf.
She’s got a couple of tattoos, has a thing for gladiators and has been called a crazy cat lady. After working as a journalist for years, she decided she liked creating her own endings better and switched back to fiction.
She lives in Pennsylvania with her husband, two kids and two cats. And no, she still can’t reach the stupid top shelf.







utorak, 24. studenoga 2015.

Release Day Blitz: From Russia with Fangs (From Russia... #2) by Jacey Conrad & Gia Corona (Promo + Giveaway)





New Release from Molly Harper, writing as Jacey Conrad​, and Gia Corona: From Russia With fangs! The companion novel to the best selling From Russia with Claws, this time we hear sister irina’s story. 

Synopsis:

 Between her family’s drunken antics and vicious verbal attacks from her so­called friends, Irina Sudenko Volkov is having the worst night ever. And that’s before she’s widowed. Volatile, cheating, no­good Sergei’s death­by­assassin unleashes chaos in the werewolf criminal underground. Irina's panicked Papa assigns Beta wolf Viktor Zhukovsky to Irina’s security detail until her husband’s killer is found. As Irina's world crumbles around her, the perfect princess mask falls away and Viktor meets the sharp, passionate woman underneath. Their initial chemistry gives way to a deeper attraction when Irina begins to see the decency underneath Viktor’s gruff, tattooed exterior, despite his insistence that it doesn't exist. Their tendency to find themselves semi­nude and in enclosed spaces is a source of amusement to her sister, Galina, but each of them knows of the deadly consequences if their relationship is brought to light. Things get even more complicated when Papa Sudenko begins to match­make Irina and Andrey Lupesco, who also happens to be in a secret relationship with Galina. Family dinners are awkward. 
With danger closing in on all sides, Irina has to find her claws and learn to howl.
 In the much­anticipated sequel to From Russia with Claws, readers get a new perspective of the lusty exploits of the untameable Sudenko family.
 Gia Corona and Jacey Conrad craft a delightful tale of the anything­-but­-average human Irina and the libidinous lycanthropes in her life.

 Buy it on Amazon! http://amzn.to/216ghmu 
And here’s Book One: http://amzn.to/1PQ5Hea 
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Add it to your TBR: http://bit.ly/GRFANGS

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About The Authors: 

Jacey Conrad is a sushi­loving, pop culture nerd living in the South with her high school sweetheart. She delights in horribly made mutant shark movies and watching Sean Bean die in his various cinematic incarnations. To keep up with Jacey on twitter, go to https://twitter.com/JaceyConrad 

Gia Corona loves boots, boys, and bourbon, not necessarily in that order. When she’s not actively stalking Michael Fassbender and his abdominals, she’s watching questionable television or reading comics. You can find her at twitter.com/Gia_writes

ponedjeljak, 23. studenoga 2015.

Guest Post: Terrible Ideas for First Dates (From Russia with Fangs by Jacey Conrad & Gia Corona)


Terrible Ideas for First Dates:


Poor Viktor and Irina in FROM RUSSIA WITH FANGS. Their first unofficial outing as a couple is to Irina’s horrible husband’s funeral. Their first real date is going to the ballet with her nosy family. They just can’t catch a break. So we wanted to come up with a list of worse options than what we put our poor characters through.


Jacey:

Mini-golf – Mini-golf never goes as smoothly and you think it will. There’s always some family with four kids in front of you, holding you up or behind you, rushing you through. And then you add multiple tripping hazards, possibly slick surfaces and competition, plus the possibility of a giant plaster clown. And then you give your date a club. This is not a good idea.

Any form of camping –A lot of people enjoy camping and a lot of people are good at keeping up the polite façade necessary to keep a first date comfortable at the same time. There aren’t a lot of people who are good at doing those two things at the same time. You do not want to find out whether you get along while you’re isolated, without access to emergency personnel or witnesses. That is how Lifetime movies start.

Shooting range – I think I’ve made my stance on “not arming someone until you’re sure they’re compatible with you and not insane” pretty clear.

Gia:

Strip club—I should NOT have to explain why this is not a good idea.

Cooking class—I know this sounds benign. However, you would be so, so very wrong to make this a first date. You don’t know each other all that well (I’m assuming) and you have to cooperate in making a dish the both of you will eat. Knives are probably involved. You see where I’m going with this? The possibility of food being flung, feelings being hurt, and a crappy meal being cooked are way too high. Just order a pizza and watch a movie. You’ll thank me later.

Open mic poetry night—I am a judgey person, I’m not gonna lie. So if some guy asked me out and then took me to an open mic poetry night (especially if it is to hear him read there), my first thought is going to be pretentious, hipster dipshit. My idea of a good time does not consist of listening to angsty young adults talking about their childhood trauma of not getting a puppy when they were five. And it certainly isn’t listening to my date’s breakup with the love of his life set to Zamfir and his pan flute. The only way this would be an acceptable first date is if he took me to an open mic night, got up to read, and ended up reciting Mike Myer’s ex-girlfriend poems from So I Married an Axe Murderer. Then I’d probably marry that dude.





Buy it on Amazon! http://amzn.to/216ghmu

And here’s Book One: http://amzn.to/1PQ5Hea

Buy it on Barnes and Noble! http://bit.ly/1NFMIhH

Add it to your TBR: http://bit.ly/GRFANGS


srijeda, 18. studenoga 2015.

Waiting on Wednesday (88): A little different than usual

Gena Showalter’s THE HARDER YOU FALL is coming! Being released on November 24th, this fantastic contemporary romance in the Original Heartbreakers series is a scorching tale featuring an aloof bad boy and the rowdy Southern belle who rocks his world, published by HarlequinHQN! Pre-order THE HARDER YOU FALL from the links below for an sneak peek opportunity!

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  THE HARDER YOU FALL Synopsis: From New York Times bestselling author Gena Showalter comes another scorching Original Heartbreakers tale featuring an aloof bad boy and the rowdy Southern belle who rocks his world… Millionaire video-game creator Lincoln West has a dark and tragic past. The sought-after bachelor lives by a rigid schedule and a single rule—one relationship per year, lasting no more than two months. No exceptions. When he gave up the big city for a small town, he hoped to escape the worst of his memories—until a brash beauty dredges up long-buried emotions. A reformed party girl, Jessie Kay Dillon is determined to walk the straight and narrow. But her love-hate sizzle with West is just too irresistible. They can't be near each other without tearing off their clothes, but the last thing she needs is to be his next two-month dump. Will she become the one exception? Because as any former girl-gone-wild knows: rules are made to be broken. 

 "Emotional, heart-tugging, kept me turning the pages!" —Carly Phillips, New York TimesBestselling Author

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Author pic- Gena ShowalterAbout Gena Showalter:

Gena Showalter is the New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author of the spellbinding Lords of the Underworld and Angels of the Dark series, two young adult series--Everlife and the White Rabbit Chronicles--and the highly addictive Original Heartbreakers series. In addition to being a National Reader's Choice and two time RITA nominee, her romance novels have appeared in Cosmopolitan (Red Hot Read) and Seventeen magazine, she's appeared onNightline and been mentioned in Orange is the New Black--if you ask her about it, she'll talk for hours…hours! Her books have been translated in multiple languages. She’s hard at work on her next novel, a tale featuring an alpha male with a dark side and the strong woman who brings him to his knees. You can learn more about Gena, her menagerie of rescue dogs, and all her upcoming books at genashowalter.com or Facebook.com/genashowalterfan  
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ponedjeljak, 16. studenoga 2015.

The Shelfie Hop



The Shelfie Hop is organized by My Friends are Fiction and Bookiemoji. I love this event and am so excited to show you my shelves. I ran out of space some time ago so I had to improvise with boxes.











Tell me what do you think? Did you participate in #TheShelfieHop? Leave me a link in the comments.

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