Review Blitz for Exposed by Jenny Phillips!!

Title: Exposed

Author: Jenny Phillips

Genre: YA Fantasy

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Publication Date: August 4^th, 2018

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Blurb: Morgan Cauldwell’s life appears to finally have settled down. However, for Morgan, normalcy never lasts long. College classes have begun and she should be looking forward to attending the Gifted Ball with her boyfriend, Chase. Except for her strained relationship with the Gifted Council, everything should be perfect.... so why is she still dreaming about her dead soulmate? And why does she seem to be the only person concerned with her evil Grandfather’s whereabouts?

When the Ball is crashed, Morgan’s worst fears are confirmed, and she finds herself at the mercy of Stephen and his traitorous sidekick. Can Chase find her before the ultimate sacrifice is made, or will it be up to Morgan to convince the two people who have never hesitated to hurt her that their plan is seriously flawed?

Born in Michigan, Jenny Phillips has never strayed far from the beaches of Lake Michigan. Armed with a big imagination, Jenny would sit in the woods surrounding her home for hours just day dreaming. After losing her mother to ALS, she vowed she would make the most of her life and never let her imagination go to waste. When not coaching, reading or obsessively buying books, she spends her time with her two beautiful daughters, rambunctious toddler and husband.

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My first review in a long time.... 

I really loved this series, and this book!  Chase... oh my lord Chase!!  YUM-MY!

So, for my first review in a very long time, I am happy it was a book that kept me wanting more.  You meet Morgan in Gifted, and you know that she has certain gifts, but she doesn't know why.  

She is set to attend the Gifted Ball with her boyfriend Chase, but is worried about her grandfather making an appearance.  Her worries comes to fruition as that is exactly what happens.  Facing the fear of something happening to the people she cares about, she is forced to go with him.  Hoping that Chase will find her in time.

As I said, for my first book review in a very long time, I am happy it was this book.  I love Morgan, and I love her friends she makes at her school.  When she finds herself alone, that is when she finds friends who are there for her.  She is slowly finding herself, and finding out who is important to her.

This is one book that I will definitely read again! 

I’d found a bathroom halfway down the hall and was on my way back toward the stairs when I heard a thud in a room to my right. At first glance nothing seemed out of order. Not wanting to be intrusive, I turned back toward the party. However, a hand clapped over my mouth, stopping me dead in my tracks. My grandfather stepped out of the shadows of the room.

“Come with us quietly and no one will get hurt.” Stephen’s eyes flared even brighter in warning.

           
 “You wouldn’t,” I started to argue muffled by the hand behind me but knew I’d lost that argument the moment my voice cracked.

Rylan’s warm breath was in my ear and I couldn’t quite pinpoint which emotion it elicited.

“Don’t give me any reasons to hurt him,” he whispered, and I knew without a doubt he meant Chase.

Part of me knew I should fight, that no one downstairs would want me to surrender no matter the cost … but another part, a much larger part, still felt the need to protect Chase. I’ll also admit that some of that was selfishness, too. I knew leaving with them could put myself in jeopardy but the possibility of having some of my questions answered was too tempting. I really didn’t believe my grandfather would hurt me. Rylan, however, I was undecided about. He seemed perfectly fine with shredding my soul apart once before. There still had to be traces of the old Rylan though, right? The boy from my dreams. Could I talk sense into him?

I nodded in understanding and followed Stephen to the back of a closet in the room. Pushing on a corner, a hidden door sprang open before him.

“Not a sound,” he said in final warning before disappearing into the blackness. Rylan removed his hand, pressed me forward then paused to close the panel behind him.

We had to have stumbled along the passage for at least ten minutes before the stale air became less thick. In the growing distance, voices called out and I clenched my jaw, imagining Chase’s panic as he searched relentlessly for me. A hint of night air tickled my nose. My strong affinity for nature was calling me as if it knew I needed help.

Rylan squeezed my shoulder in warning, clearly sensing my tension. Stephen stopped in front of me and held up his hand.

“There’s an exit right around this corner,” he whispered. “It would do you well, granddaughter, to remember our agreement.”

“I already agreed,” I replied, shaking my head in irritation. They had to have known they had me. I would never intentionally put Chase in harm’s way.

Stephen rounded the corner quickly and Rylan pushed forward. Another panel led directly into the starless night. The clouds blotted out the moon, leaving the chilly night in complete darkness. My disappearance was already creating havoc. Shouts were coming from all around as party-goers bumped into each other, stumbling through the grounds; either in search of me or fleeing in panic.

My breath caught in my throat as Rylan’s arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me close. 

“Not far,” he whispered close to my ear, too close, sending a ripple of goosebumps cascading over my body.

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Review of Fame & Obsession by Cora Kenborn!!!

Title: Fame & Obsession

Author: Cora Kenborn
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Cover Designer: Deranged Doctor Design
Publisher: Limitless 
Publishing Editor: Gillian Leonard of Lilypad Editing
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Blurb:

Struggling writer Phoebe Ryan abandons her southern roots and heads to New York, determined to leave her nightmarish past behind…

She was not expecting to meet a famous rock star, or to be coerced into ghostwriting his autobiography. But she tries to maintain focus on her dream of becoming an author, despite the attraction she feels for the sexy rocker, not to mention the baggage that comes with him.

Julian Bale’s world was shattered one drunken night, and it almost ruined him…

Weighed down by guilt, he blames himself for an accident he could’ve prevented. He will play the game, but swears his hot little ghostwriter will never get that story out of him. As much as he wants her, if he has to choose between his dream and hers, it’s no contest.

Phoebe and Julian give in to a forbidden attraction, and their public romance risks both their lives…

An obsessive fan is on the loose and now that the secret’s out, it’s made them both targets. The psychotic stalker is determined to have Julian for herself, even if she has to reveal their sordid pasts and eliminate Phoebe to do it.

He lives for fame. She lives to hide. Obsession lives to ruin them both.

Ok, my second review of the day!!  I'm pooped!!!! 

What I loved most about this book was the banter between these two characters.  It's hilarious!!  

After a chance meeting in a bar, Julian Bale can not stop thinking about the girl he rescued on the patio.  After some digging, he finds her, and then proceeds to relentlessly persue her.  Phoebe Ryan just wants to live a quiet life, but that is made impossible by the rock star who won't leave her alone.

Soon, she finds herself in a position where she's the target of his obsessive stalker fan, who is willing to stop at nothing to get her out of the picture and Julian all to herself.

My favorite character was her best Gage.  I do believe everyone needs a Gage in their lives.  He's awesome, and he's extremely protective of Phoebe.  

It isn't often I stay up late reading a book... I stayed up late reading this one.  The chemisty between Phoebe and Julian is unmistakable, and you find out there is more to the rocker then meets the eye.  He's tormented by an accident that he feels was his fault, and she's damaged and terrified from an incident from college.  Together they are able to heal each other.

This book literally has you from the start.  I couldn't wait to for it to end, but as my last review, I didn't want it to end.  Julian is pretty smexy in his own right, and proves that he is determined to make Phoebe his.  

Cora Kenborn writes romantic suspense novels with strong heroines, complex alphas, harrowing danger, and snappy banter. She is the author of the rock star stalker series, Lords of Lyre but refuses to be pigeon holed into one specific genre. She loves delving into the twisted mind of a dark villain as well as giggling while writing rom-com banter.

Cora lives in Eastern North Carolina and is a true Southern girl, growing up on sweet tea, front porches, and the simple life. She says “y’all,” “fixin’ to,” and should you deserve it, will “bless your heart.” She’s the proud mother three hyperactive and occasionally adorable children, and the wife of a husband who tolerates her chaotic writer’s cave.

Although reading is her passion, she can usually be found watching true crime shows and crafting inspiration for twisted new tales. Cora admits to being a horrible cook, an even worse baker, and believes she’s more dangerous with a hot glue gun than any weapon on earth. Oh, and she and autocorrect are mortal enemies.

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The coiled body behind me tensed, ready to detonate. Whoever defended me could hold his own, but I could still take everybody out with one flick of the wrist. Chivalry felt warm and fuzzy but I learned a long time ago that one hundred and fifty volts felt electric and twitchy.

Turning my chin to the side, I whispered on an exhale, “It’s fine, I’ve got this.”

A low laugh against my neck curled my toes.

“You so don’t got this.” His chest rumbled as a strong hand ran skilled fingers around my hair. I tilted my chin, watching his eyes harden. “You’re up my ass, shit-for-brains. Don’t ever touch what’s mine.” He shifted his lips against my ear. “Right, baby?”

One suitor tested my patience, but two pushed my limit. I opened my mouth to tell him off when he stole the moment and pressed his lips against mine. Resisting, I murmured veiled threats as he pulled me toward him. The impromptu kiss dissolved into failed waves of aggression, and I inexplicably responded to him. Before I knew it, I’d wrapped my arms around his neck.

After a few heartbeats of kissing a complete stranger, I finally regained what dignity I had left, shoved his chest, and faced him with fire blazing in my eyes. He snickered and waved as my aggressor stalked off. Shooting him a death glare, I reached for my drink. After scanning for witnesses, I brought it to my lips and drained it.

“Thirsty?” He smirked.

“What the hell was that?”

He snatched the drink out of my hands, giving me a wink before tipping it back for the last drop. “You weren’t exactly pushing me away. Besides, I just saved your ass. Heath Vaughn was inches from having a hand up that thing you call a dress.”

“I didn’t ask for your help!” I bit back. “I don’t even know who the hell you—wait, who?”

“Somebody had to step in or you’d have spent the night in jail with that concealed, illegal shit in your purse. You’re telling me you didn’t know that was Vaughn? Maybe because we haven’t time-warped back to his 1995 five minutes of fame.” He walked past me with a smirk plastered across his face.

 Struggling to catch up with him, I grabbed his shoulder in disbelief. “That’s a joke, right?”

“Afraid not. Vaughn in the flesh, and apparently in the sauce too. Why do you care so much what he thinks?” He eyed me curiously, his jade-green eyes knocking me breathless.

Finally allowing myself a full look at him, I quickly averted my eyes before he could see my racing pulse reflected in them. Chaotic chocolate spiked hair pointed in every direction and hinted at a carefully constructed morning-after look. A small silver earring caught flashes of light in the darkness and tattoos decorated each uncovered arm.

Remembering to breathe became a chore.

“Because I’m screwed!” I shouted, frantically waving my phone. “My boss is already pissed at me, and I was supposed to meet Vaughn here for an interview, and—why am I telling you this?”

“Calm down.” He grinned, revealing a deep dimple in his left cheek. “Look, the dude’s so far tanked he won’t remember he was here, much less you were. Give me your phone.”

“I’m not giving you my phone. I don’t even know you.”

Rolling his eyes, he snatched my phone out of my hands. “Didn’t stop you from making out with me, did it?” He scanned the email I’d been checking all night. Typing furiously, his lips curved upward and he handed it back. “All fixed.”

“What did you do?” Thankfully, previous defense training taught me to never label emails with personal information. In the darkness, he’d never scroll back far enough to know my name.

“Why must you question brilliance?” he countered with a sigh. “You sent him an email concerned for his safety since he never showed for your interview. You waited but had to leave because you actually work for a living. You’d love to reschedule since you’re such a huge fan and were disappointed at the missed opportunity to hear all about his crap-ass reality show, since I assume that’s all he would’ve wanted to talk about.”

I could’ve kissed him—if I hadn’t already.

“You’re an evil genius.”

“So I’ve been told.”

Review for Fiona's Choice by Deena Remiel!!!

Title: Fiona’s Choice

Author: Deena Remiel

Genre: Paranormal Romance

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Blurb: 

A modern young woman on the coast of Ireland, widowed too soon by the death of her sailor husband, is visited by the fabled Irish sea god Lir...and true love. 

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Ten years after a terrible accident steals her happiness, Fiona Moran has a life as shabby and rundown as the little lighthouse she maintains on the isle of Inisheer—and only fury in her heart for the fabled gods of Ireland. Little does she know, all that is about to change. Backlit by the pouring rain, a handsome stranger appears on her doorstep, and unlike the fearsome deity tasked with sailing drowned souls to their final resting place, this handsome behemoth with a boyish grin is intent upon raising her back to the heights of happiness. He alone can make this offer of bliss. She alone can choose it.

Ok, this is my first review in a long time, so please bear with me!! 

This book had me from the first moment.  It starts out heartbreaking, as Finoa loses her husband Conner in a boating accident.  

Ten years pass and she's living a half life.  She misses Conner desperately, and has decided she will never love again. One stormy night there is a knock on her door, and Lir enters her life unexpectedly.  

She's not expecting anything, but he offers her help to fix up the lighthouse and the house, as things have fallen into disrepair.  She's only one person, and her grief has taken up most of her attention.  As she keeps spending more and more time with Lir, she realizes just how wasteful her life has been.  He starts to open up feelings in her she thought were long dead.

But, Lir has a secret, and he's afraid of what she will think once she knows the truth.

This book had me right from the start.  I could not stop reading it, and didn't want it to end!  It was a quick read for me, which I loved and hated... as I wanted to read more with them!!  You do feel for Fiona, as she's dealing with the loss of her husband, and is just a shell of herself when Lir comes into her life.  It's beautiful to see her come to life again!!

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“Crazy?” Fiona huffed her way into the kitchen with the barely emptied coffee mug and dumped it in the sink. “Why? Is it wrong to love my husband so deeply that my heart shrivels and dies without him around? Is it crazy that all livin’ color has gone gray in my world? I curse the sea fer takin’ ye away from me, Connor, because the better half of me drowned along with ye that day.”

She crumpled to the wooden floor and dissolved into a mass of wretched sobs, something she hadn’t done for months. A stranger had intruded on her world, disrupting the numbing effects of a despondency she’d come to rely on to get her through each day. All with a simple, careless comment.

“Oh, Connor!” Weak hands slapped at the floor beneath her. She didn’t know how much more she could take before she walked herself right into the ocean with no thought of coming back.

Pounding on her door accentuated her desperate thoughts, and a muffled voice seeped through the cracks.

“Mrs. Moran, I’ve come back to apologize. I’m so sorry. For everythin’. Please open the door so I can tell ye so to yer face. I can’t leave without makin’ things right between us.”

Release Day Blitz and Review for Undeniably Asher by KL Kreig!!

Title: Undeniably Asher

Series: The Colloway Brothers #2 

Author: K.L. Kreig

Genre: Contemporary Romance/Erotica

 Release Date: December 2, 2015

Blurb

Memories.

When does our past stop picking at our scars and start letting them heal?

Scars.

Can we see beyond our wounds to the possibilities the future holds?

Possibilities.

How do we let ourselves become vulnerable enough to trust the love that’s right in front of us?

Fate. She’s a fickle, wily bitch that slaps us in the face every opportunity she gets. Sometimes it’s a taunt, but sometimes it’s a goddamn wake-up call to pay attention. Take what’s rightfully yours without shame or apology. So when destiny put me straight in Alyse Kingsley’s path once again, I knew this was one slap I wasn’t ignoring. I’d let her get away once. I wouldn’t again. She was mine and I was takin’ her, kicking and screaming if need be.

Alyse ~ Deceit and betrayal. Every single person who was supposed to love me committed one of these.

My mother.

My father.

My sister.

My lover.

Incapable of letting people see the real me, I hold them at arm’s length. But Asher Colloway is relentless and it doesn’t take long before I cave to his pursuits. The big question is: can I let him in where it counts most? Before ghosts from my past come back to haunt me in ways I can’t possibly fathom? Before it’s too late?

Asher ~ Trust. Forgiveness. Impossible concepts, having been fucked over by a woman I’d loved before. But those aren’t my only personality flaws.

I’m possessive.

I’m jealous.

I’m dominant.

I have a secret kink.

I want Alyse. All of her. She shows people the shiny, untainted surface. I want the murky, damaged depth. The shadows. I want in all the way. Just when I think I’ve made it, fate cruelly bitch-slaps me again. And this time I don’t see it coming. The question now is: what am I willing to do to keep the woman I love by my side? And can Alyse accept me the way I am, faults and all?

THE REVIEW

I have to say... I have a new book boyfriend... 

I love Asher!!  From the first moment you meet him you think... Wow.... 

Alyse has been through more then most women should have to be through... Because of what has happened in her past, it has caused her to shut herself off from trusting anyone.  She only has one friend, and her older sister is back in her life after disappearing for three years.  

This is the second book in this series, but it is a standalone so you can read it without reading the first one.  I will read the first one, as there are things that are mentioned in this book that happened in the first, that I really want to know what happened!!  They are about Livia, the older sister and her fiancee Gray, so... gives me a reason to keep reading!!

It felt good to finally open a book again.  This is the first that I've reviewed since moving into the new house, and had to put my blog on hiatus while I got things done.  

Now... let me talk about Asher.... Just... Wow....

He is beautiful, but also is damaged.  Because of his past he is also afraid to commit.  Alyse comes back into his life, and he's hooked.  He can't stop thinking about her.  He knows there is something there that is beyond the physical attraction, and he wants to know what it is.  It takes some coaxing from him to get Alyse to come around, but she also wants to see where this attraction will go.  

I was hooked on this book from pretty much the very beginning, and I could not get enough of Asher!!  He is every woman's dream!!  

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Before his lips touch mine, I see my plea reflected. Asher has a past, maybe as painful as mine, maybe not, but a past nonetheless. We all do. We all walk with our own story, our own secrets, our own damage, our own scars. Internal and external. Some of us just carry them better than others.

It’s apparent someone hurt him, broke his trust. Broke his heart, even. And I want to know about her. I want to know who turned such a caring, romantic, handsome man who could have any woman he wants into someone who can’t commit.

But can he commit now?

Can I?

As Asher kisses me long and deep, the questions and doubt fade into nothingness, powerful lust and longing easily taking their place. Just like every other time he touches me. Nothing feels more right than when his lips are on mine.

He’s like gravity.

He keeps me grounded in the present and out of my own head, where my personal demons try to torment me.

Mouth never leaving mine, Asher pulls me across his lap and suddenly I wished I’d worn a skirt for easy access, because I desperately need his hands on me. Instead I have dark, tight jeans and a clingy, long-sleeved blouse, which shows off the swell of my breasts, courtesy of the deep purple push-up bra I’m wearing.

“Alyse,” he mumbles against my goose-pebbled flesh. “Tell me what you like, what you want.” His hands tightly grip my waist, hot tongue traveling slowly down to the base of my throat. His rock-hard erection pulses beneath me, throbbing, keeping time with my own beats.

What do I want? So many things. So many dirty, wicked things. Things I’ve never wanted with anyone else. I know Asher can show me. I’ve been with several men, but I almost feel like a virgin with him. Not in the physical sense, but the emotional one. I believed him when he said he would own me. God help me, I want that. I’ve thought of nothing else than what it would be like to be completely and wholly his in every sense of the word.

I will the chains I’ve secured tightly around my heart to loosen. I imagine the lock clicking open and slack taking up the links I’d wound so tightly, so securely that no one could penetrate them. It’s terrifying. It feels foreign, naked, like taking off a piece of jewelry you’ve not removed for years, the imprint of the precious metal leaving a visible mark behind.

And then I do the one thing that feels right in this moment, but goes against all that I’ve tried to protect myself from over the last eight years.

I submit.

“I want you to own me,” I beseech. Beg. Implore.

All of me. Not just my body.

My voice echoes loudly in the darkened room, like I’ve yelled those six words at the top of my lungs for the whole world to hear and judge versus barely uttered so that they sound distant, even to my own ears. I’m not even sure Asher heard me.

But he did.

His lips still, his body tenses, and his grasp becomes almost painfully tight. When he pulls back, the insatiable lust swirling in the depths of his striking blues causes my stomach to drop like I’ve just been tossed off a five-story building.

Burning eyes never leaving mine, one hand pushes underneath my blouse, traveling up to palm my breast. He pulls down the cup, his nimble fingers tweaking my hardened nipple. Pleasure ricochets off every cell like a pinball machine, landing squarely between my pounding thighs. My eyes drift closed on a moan until I hear his dark command.

“Look at me, baby.” His fingers never stop pulling and pinching and twisting, each movement sending another sharp zing on a fast track south of the border.

I finally comply, but my blinks are long and heavy.

“Fuck, I want to corrupt you in the wickedest of ways and completely ruin you in the best possible ones.”

He’s asking for permission, even though I already gave it.

He’s asking for trust, when it’s already his.

He’s asking me to be sure.

I am.

Letting a small smile tug the corners of my lips, I reassure him.

“Promise?”

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This is the hardest part…talking about myself.

I’m just a regular ol’ Midwest girl who likes Game of Thrones and is obsessed with Modern Family and The Goldbergs. I run, I eat, I run, I eat. It’s a vicious cycle. I love carbs, but there’s a love-hate relationship with my ass and thighs. Mostly hate. I like a good cocktail (oh hell…who am I kidding? I love any cocktail). I’m a huge creature of habit, but I’ll tell you I’m flexible. I read every single day and if I don’t get a chance…watch the hell out, I’m a raving bitch. My iPad and I: BFFs. I’m direct and I make no apologies for it. I swear too much. I love alternative music and in my next life I want to be a badass female rocker. I hate, hate, hate spiders, telemarketers, liver, acne, winter, and loose hairs that fall down my shirt (don’t ask, it’s a thing).

I have a great job (no…truly it is) outside of writing. My kids and my husband are my entire world and I’d never have made it this far without them. My soul mate husband of nearly twenty-eight years provides unwavering support and my two grown children know the types of books I write and they don’t judge their mom anyway (and my daughter is a beta reader even…yes, that can be awkward…very).

I’m sincerely humbled by each and every like on my Facebook page or sign-up for my newsletter or outreach from someone who has read and loved my books. I still can’t get over the great support. The romance book community is a wonderful and supportive one. I’ve made more friends in the last year than I’ve made in my life and I’m a pretty affable person. It’s surreal. I’m pretty sure it always will be.

In short, I am blessed…and I know it.

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Book Review for That One Night by Josie Wright!!

Book Title: That One Night (That One Series: Book One) 

Author: Josie Wright 

Genre: Contemporary Romance 

Release Date: June 26, 2015 

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All it takes is just one moment to change the course of your life. For me, it was one perfect night. I have always had a thing for my brother’s best friend, Ben. When I found him on my parents’ couch, drowning his sorrows in a whiskey bottle, my attempts to comfort him quickly turned into a night of raw and intense passion. My foolish heart hoped he might feel the same way I do. But Ben wasn’t there to stay and I woke up the next morning alone with a broken heart. I attempted to forget the guy with a smile to die for and a touch that sets me on fire. I thought I was over him. I thought he was gone forever. Until, eighteen months later Ben returns and learns my secret. Now, he is hell-bent on winning me back. He plays dirty. And he won’t stop until he gets what he wants—me. But he has secrets of his own.

Secrets that could destroy everything we might have and everything we are.

We more or less jog back to the house, talking a lot of non-sense and laughing. I blame it on the cold or the sudden influx of fresh air to our brains. When the house comes into sight, he nudges my shoulder.

 “Whoever gets to the house first, gets a wish?”

 “What, do I look like a genie?”

 “No, but I can rub you places if you want.” He smirks at me. I bump into him, making him step off the paved road and fight for balance, before I sprint ahead like a bat out of hell and yell behind me.

“Dream on. I’ll so win. And then you’ll be my bitch.” I’m running so fast I can actually feel my lungs burn. I suppose running after a toddler isn’t exactly the same as working out. And yoga doesn’t seem to have done much for my stamina. I feel like I’m going to collapse, but I’m not willing to give up. I have about hundred feet left to run when I can hear his footsteps behind me. When he passes me, he doesn’t seem to be out of breath at all.

 “Who’s going to be whose bitch, huh? Is that all you got Gilbert?” Such a cocky fucker. He overtakes me and gets to the house before me, casually leaning against the porch while I trot over there feeling like death warmed over. It’s not fair. He looks absolutely breathtaking, the way he has his arms crossed over his chest, his feet are crossed at his ankles while his body is leaning against the bars of the porch railing. His head is tilted slightly back, nearly reaching the handrail. He has a shit-eating grin on his face. I give him a death glare and am about to walk past him up the stairs onto the porch, when he grabs my arm and yanks me toward him. He turns me so my back is now against the porch and cages me in with each hand grabbing one of the bars on either side of my head. Suddenly, breathing becomes even more difficult.

 “What about my wish? You won’t go back on your word, will you, Frankie?” I can only shake my head. You know, like intelligent people do. Forming coherent words and phrases...pfft, so over it. 

“Good,” is all he says before he lowers his head, coming closer and closer. I feel like I’m going to faint. I know I should stop this. I know it isn’t the best idea. I know it could break my heart, again. Chances are it will. And if it breaks this time, if he breaks it this time, there won’t be a coming back from it. Knowing all of this, I still can’t manage to tell my heart to stop doing the little somersaults and I can’t tell those damn butterflies in my stomach to chill the fuck out.

Instead, I lick my lips in anticipation. When his lips eventually connect to mine, I feel like my lungs are finally able to fill with air. It feels as if I’ve been holding my breath forever—not just the last minute, but the past eighteen months. His lips are soft, yet demanding against mine and his tongue is insisting on getting access. I part my lips slowly, not expecting my body betraying me. When his tongue connects with mine, a quiet whimper sneaks past my lips—but not quiet enough. Ben hears it and it seems to spur him on. He presses his body closer to mine, his tongue engaging mine in a dirty little tango. We’re lost in the moment, in the sensation of tasting each other. When the front door opens, we both startle and quickly step away from each other—like two teenagers nearly caught by their parents. He seems to be able to get his bearings quicker than I do, sidestepping me and walking up the stairs.

THE REVIEW

When I first started reading this book, I felt really sorry for Frankie.  After one night with her brother's best friend, she gets pregnant, and when she needs the support from her parents, they turn on her.  

To make things worse, they are constantly reminding her about what happened eighteen months before... 

When she agrees to come home for Thanksgiving, imagine her shock when she sees the one man she didn't think she would ever see again.  Ben.  Her brother's best friend. The father of her child.  

It doesn't take Ben long to figure who the father of Archer is, and is determined to be a good father and get Frankie back.  He knows he screwed up be leaving her after their night together, and the problem is, Frankie is fighting him at every turn.  She loves him, but is terrified that he won't just leave her this time, but leave their son.  

I really loved reading this, because I loved the story!  My favorite character was Frankie's brother Dave, who had her back through everything.  Even when her parents treated her like horribly, he was there with her, supporting her.  

Ben... I fell in love with Ben... Yes, he left her, but he knows he has to prove himself to Frankie.  Not only to be a father of Archer, but also to be with her again.  He has secrets that he can't tell her; but he is absolutely bound and determined to win her love back.  

Josie Wright has always been a bookworm, spending every free moment with her nose buried in a book. While others were out partying, she spent her evenings with Heathcliff, Sydney Carton or Snape. Romance, fantasy, thrillers - you name it, she read it.

Thanks to the Kindle, she finally arrived in the 21St century and discovered the Indie literature world. Josie has been lost to it ever since. With her love for the written word and her promiscuous feelings for countless book boyfriends, the next logical step was to start writing. The voices in her head and her imaginary friends wanted out to play and so she wrote her debut novel "That One Night", that's to be released early summer 2015. And the good news is, there are more voices and imaginary friend where Ben and Frankie came from.

Josie is a financial expert by day and a writing junkie by night. The rest of the time she's a bit of a hippie, a bit of a goth and many things in between. Josie loves to spend time with her husband when she can tear herself away from her book boyfriends. She loves video games, movies, good food and even better music. She's addicted to chips, long baths and shoes. Oh, and books of course. Definitely books.

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