“I brought Laurie back to meet her father. I brought her back to meet you.”
I’m normally not into jocks, but when Troy Wood asks me out, I feel like I’m the Chosen One. After all, he’s hot as hell and Silver Lake’s best athlete, practically the King of Campus.
God’s gift to women—that’s what they call him, but I’ll make a gentleman out of him.
Everything is perfect, and he already practically has his ticket to the Big Leagues.
There’s just one little problem . . . I’m hiding a secret that could destroy him and his future. I can’t tell him . . .
I can’t tell him that I’m pregnant with his baby.
**Blitzed is a full-length romance with an HEA, no cheating, and no cliffhanger!
I’m a big sports romance fan so when I saw that Blitzed took place in my state and includes my favorite football team (Go Hawks!), I couldn’t pass it up. I had to read it.
Blitzed was the story of a condom mishap that left high school senior Whitney pregnant. Rather than tell her football star boyfriend Troy she was pregnant, she fled the state. Whitney didn’t want to ruin the future Troy so badly needed.
Years later, Whitney can’t move on from the feelings she once felt for Troy. She decides it’s time to come clean and introduce Troy to his daughter. Whitney hopes seeing Troy again will either reunite them or prove to her that their love is in the past.
There were some good things and some not so good things about Blitzed. The good things were the characters. Whitney and Troy started out with a connection based on looks and popularity, but as they got to know each other things went deeper. Whitney was a great support to Troy. Her decision to hide her pregnancy was done with such love that I can’t complain about how stupid she was to do it. I also loved little Laurie. She was such a cutie.
Now for the not so good…While I liked the idea of Whitney hiding her pregnancy to protect Troy’s future, I was let down by the big reveal. I didn’t get any of the emotions I expected. That disappointed me because it took away from what could have been one of the biggest moments of the story. The lack of what I expected also made the story feel less real.
I also had some issues with the dialog in this book. It was especially bad between the girls. I can’t think of a good way to describe it. Maybe kind of ghetto? Maybe I’m not around enough teenagers to know, but it just didn’t feel right. It felt awkward and with Whitney’s mom being a religious freak, I didn’t buy it.
Unfortunately, the bad outweighed the good in Blitzed. The storyline and characters had a lot of promise, but fell flat. What could have been a great story ended up being just okay. I probably won’t continue reading the rest of the series.
Say You’ll Stay
Author: Corinne Michaels Publication Date: June 19, 2016 Genre: Contemporary Romance
Rating: ★ ★ ★ ★ ★
It was all he had to do. Instead, he got on that bus and took my heart with him.
That was seventeen years ago.
I moved on. Marriage. Kids. White picket fence. Everything I ever wanted, but my husband betrayed me and I was left once again.
Alone, penniless, and with two boys, I had no choice but to return to Tennessee. He wasn’t supposed to be there. I should’ve been safe. However, fate has a way of stepping in.
This time around, the tables are turned. It’s my decision. Second chances do exist, but I don’t know if we can repair what’s already been broken . . .
If you’re looking for a book that will give you “the feels”, look no further. Say You’ll Stay is the book for the job.
After having her heart broken by her childhood sweetheart, Presley vowed never to return to Tennessee. She was supposed to raise her family and live happily ever after in her husband’s Pennsylvania hometown. But everything changed in one night. Her husband ruined any chance Presley had at happiness. Now she’s left picking up the pieces of her life with her sons. Homeless and penniless, Presley’s forced to move back to the one place she said she’d never return and face the boy — now man — who broke her heart years ago.
This is my first book by Corinne Michaels and I can tell you it won’t be my last. Her writing was so emotional. I felt everything I read — everything the characters felt — from the very beginning.
Presley was such a complex character. She had layers she didn’t even realize she had. Her emotions were so bottled up, and she was just going through the motions. The events of her life were slowly bubbling her feelings to the surface. I especially loved how truths revealed themselves through her dreams. I could feel her confusion, loss and frustration. I wanted so many things for her while I was reading. I especially wanted her to find happiness.
I loved Zach. The chapters in his point of view were like an extra special bonus. I loved getting his take on the demise of their first relationship and how he felt about everything.
The chemistry between Presley and Zach was palpable and a little heartbreaking. I was sad for all the years they missed out on together, but loved that they were getting a second chance. Zach’s willingness to take it slow and give Presley the space she needed was so sweet. I wanted them together from the first moment they met eyes.
There were also a ton of great supporting characters in this book. I loved Presley’s best friend Wyatt. He antagonized Presley in the best way and she totally needed it. Another character I loved was Felicia. She couldn’t have had a better name or been a better adversary. Honestly, I could list all of the book’s characters here. They all added so much to the story. I’m really looking forward to reading more about them in the future!
The only thing I could even think about complaining about was the ending. It was a little cheesy, but that fit right in with the small town vibe of the book. Honestly, Say You’ll Stay was the perfect second chance romance in my mind. It had all the feels of a New Adult book, but the maturity and hilarity of an adult Contemporary Romance. I would highly recommend Say You’ll Stay to anyone who loves a good second chance love story or just contemporary romances in general.
From his dirty-blond hair and breathtaking smile, to the abs from heaven and the irresistible V in his waistline, everything about Bodi Olympic-gold-medalist Banks screams hot piece of @$$.
Yet there’s more.
Dark shadows lurk behind his soulful, serious eyes.
I’m enamored. He’s captured me.
How can running an art foundation with Bodi Banks turns into a slow-burning, epic romance, even though he tries to push me away at every chance? How can I stay away from a broken, routine-driven man whose soul cries to be forgiven for a crime only he believes he committed? Or is that a lie? **STROKED LONG can be read as a stand alone.
Rating: ★ ★ ★ ★ ★
Meghan Quinn is quickly becoming one of my favorite authors with the way she mixes sexy with funny in her contemporary romances. Stroked Long had me laughing out loud and swooning so many times.That’s not to say the story was all fun and games. There was a very serious aspect to Stroked Long that I loved as well.
Stroked Long can be read as a standalone novel, but its timing coincides with Stroked. It follows characters introduced in the first book, Bodi (Reese’s competitor) and Ruby (Bellini’s seamstress), as they fall in love and learn how to forge a relationship despite Bodi’s need for order.
Bodi was not at all what I expected. I faintly remember him from Stroked. I expected him to be kind of badass like Reese, but he had way more going on. Bodi was dealing with some serious mental issues that had kept him from having a relationship before. Meeting Ruby threw him off and their relationship brought something new to his life.
Ruby gave my whiplash at first. She was a little nuts. I didn’t think I was going to like her because of her over the top ways, but it didn’t take long for me to fall in love with her character. The more I got to know her, the more I loved her awkwardness. She was so perfect for Bodi. She didn’t shy away from his quirks, she embraced them. Ruby knew how to put him at ease and it was just so sweet.
Bodi and Ruby’s relationship started out awkwardly, got a little more weird and then became downright sexy. And funny. I can’t leave out funny. The text messages Bodi and Ruby exchanged were so hilarious that I couldn’t help laughing. I loved them together so much. The way they supported each other when they needed it most was very sweet.
I absolutely loved Stroked Long and its witty banter and amazing characters. I highly recommend reading this book (and Stroked, too!) to anyone who loved a great sports romance.
**I received an ARC from WordSmith Publicity in exchange for an unbiased review.
Reese King: Olympic medalist, underwear model, Greek god.
His body is chiseled from rock, sculpted by the weight room, and refined by water.
On a daily basis his skin is completely bare for everyone to see, tan and defined, only covered up by a minuscule piece of spandex. There is no denying his sex appeal.
I hate to admit it, but I’m head over heels infatuated with him.
There is one HUGE problem though. His achingly gorgeous abs, inked up arm, and cocky swagger belong to my boss, the high-profile, reality star bitch from hell and certified heinous human being, Bellini Chambers.
What I think is going to be an easy job assisting a glorified wench turns into a cluster f*ck of epic proportions.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Born in New York and raised in Southern California, Meghan has grown into a sassy, peanut butter eating, blonde haired swearing, animal hoarding lady. She is known to bust out and dance if “It’s Raining Men” starts beating through the air and heaven forbid you get a margarita in her, protect your legs because they may be humped.
Once she started commuting for an hour and twenty minutes every day to work for three years, she began to have conversations play in her head, real life, deep male voices and dainty lady coos kind of conversations. Perturbed and confused, she decided to either see a therapist about the hot and steamy voices running through her head or start writing them down. She decided to go with the cheaper option and started writing… enter her first novel, Caught Looking.
Now you can find the spicy, most definitely on the border of lunacy, kind of crazy lady residing in Colorado with the love of her life and her five, furry four legged children, hiking a trail or hiding behind shelves at grocery stores, wondering what kind of lube the nervous stranger will bring home to his wife. Oh and she loves a good boob squeeze!
Top Ten Tuesday is an original weekly feature created by The Broke and the Bookish. This week’s theme is All About Audio freebie — aka top ten audiobooks you should listen to, 10 books I want to listen to on audio,10 bands you should check out, 10 podcasts you should be listening to, 10 of my all time favorite albums, 10 songs I love, really whatever you can come up with. I couldn’t decide which topic to pick, so I’m going to do a little bit of almost all of them.
Top Five Audiobooks I’ve Listened To:
Back when I drove 45 minutes to and from work, I used to listen to audiobooks I would pick up the the library. I loved it because I got to listen to books I might have never read. Plus, I found I actually like listening to audiobooks. Here are five of my favorites from that time.
Series: Off-Campus, #4
Author: Elle Kennedy
Publication Date: September 26, 2016
Genre: New Adult, Contemporary Romance, Sports Romance
Note: I received an ARC from the author in exchange for an unbiased review. This review is **SPOILER FREE**.
Rating: ★ ★ ★ ★ ★
She’s good at achieving her goals…
College senior Sabrina James has her whole future planned out: graduate from college, kick butt in law school, and land a high-paying job at a cutthroat firm. Her path to escaping her shameful past certainly doesn’t include a gorgeous hockey player who believes in love at first sight. One night of sizzling heat and surprising tenderness is all she’s willing to give John Tucker, but sometimes, one night is all it takes for your entire life to change.
But the game just got a whole lot more complicated
Tucker believes being a team player is as important as being the star. On the ice, he’s fine staying out of the spotlight, but when it comes to becoming a daddy at the age of twenty-two, he refuses to be a bench warmer. It doesn’t hurt that the soon-to-be mother of his child is beautiful, whip-smart, and keeps him on his toes. The problem is, Sabrina’s heart is locked up tight, and the fiery brunette is too stubborn to accept his help. If he wants a life with the woman of his dreams, he’ll have to convince her that some goals can only be made with an assist.
The Goal has been one of my most anticipated reads of 2016 ever since Elle Kennedy dropped a giant Tucker bomb at the end of The Score. I’ve been dying to read Tucker and Sabrina’s story. I knew it was going to be amazing and I was right!
The Goal takes place during the same time period as The Score, rather than beginning after The Score‘s cliffhanger. The reader gets to see how Tucker and Sabrina’s relationship began and what led to that crazy cliffhanger.
As always, Elle Kennedy’s writing was spectacular. I was super impressed by the way she was able to make me fall in love with Sabrina. I wasn’t sure I was going to be able to after experiencing Dean’s hatred for her in The Score. Finding out her background and reading through her point of view really helped. There was way more to Sabrina than I expected. My heart broke for her so many times. I respected her determination to build a better life for herself. She wasn’t always the nicest person, but I probably wouldn’t have been if I was in her shoes either.
John Tucker was everything. (Does that even make sense?) He was just so dang perfect! As you can tell by the book cover, Tucker was sexy and ripped. 😉 He was also smart and nice. He might have been kind of a player like his roommates, but he was so nice even his ex-girlfriends were still friends with him. And he had an Southern accent. I love accents! I can’t believe I’m even saying this because Garrett has always been my favorite, but…
Move over Garrett Graham, John Tucker has officially taken your spot as the hottest Off-Campus guy!
While all of those things made Tucker amazing, the thing that catapulted him to perfect in my mind was his relationship with Sabrina. He saw the best in her when others didn’t. He was able to see beyond the hot temper and snide remarks and find the girl who needed someone to love and support her. He wanted to be that man and he took his role seriously. Tucker was the partner every man (or woman) should be.
Sabrina and Tucker’s relationship was dramatic, passionate and emotional. I loved every minute of it. As soon as I finished, I wanted to read it all over again. The Goal was an amazing addition to the Off-Campus series. Fans of the series are going to love it! I would highly recommend The Goal and the entire Off-Campus series.
Author: Nina G. Jones Publication Date: January 1, 2015 Genre: Historical Romance
Rating: ★ ★ ★ ★ ☆
I married the right brother.
At least that’s what I tell myself at night, when I stare at the ceiling and listen to the rhythm of the grandfather clock down the hall. It never feels like the mere passage of time, but a countdown towards something inevitable.
Bobby Lightly is selfish, irresponsible, and careless. I haven’t seen him since the day I married his brother. He slipped out during the wedding reception without a word.
A year later, I heard Bobby was drafted to Korea. He never said goodbye. Never sent a letter. We had all come to terms with the fact that he was probably dead somewhere, either a victim of the war or its aftermath.
That is, until in the midst of an unrelenting heatwave, he showed up at the doorstep of the house I lived in with his brother.
Everyone thinks I’m cruel. Everyone thinks I should be easy on him. They think I don’t understand him. They all think I hate him.
But what no one understands is that it was Bobby who broke my heart.
Swelter takes place in 1950’s and is told from Lilly Lightly’s point of view. Lilly is an unhappy housewife trying make it through the sweltering summer months of 1957. Life with her childhood sweetheart Rory is nothing like she thought it would be. There’s a friction between the two that the rising summer heat is exacerbating. The return of Rory’s “dead” brother Bobby only makes things worse.
On the surface, it would seem that Lilly hates Bobby. He left Rory and Lilly when they needed him the most. But deep down, there’s more to Lilly’s anger than anyone knows. When Bobby left, he took the happiest pieces of her with him. His return from has only confirmed to Lilly what she always knew: She married the wrong Lightly. Now, Lilly is forced once again to choose between the two brothers who love her.
Swelter was a bit of a surprise to me. I didn’t realize that it was a historical romance before I started it. I really enjoyed the time frame of the story and how it shaped the love triangle between Lilly and the Lightly brothers. I was surprised at how sexy parts of it were for the era. I just imagined all sexual relationships were more demure in that time. Guess I was wrong. 😉
Another thing I really enjoyed about this book was the way the story was written. I didn’t like that the love triangle was between two brothers or that it involved cheating, but I thought the author made the choice of who to root for easy. One brother always outshone the other. I also loved the twists and turns I wasn’t expecting near the end.
Overall, Swelter was a really good book. The writing was exceptional and the storyline was addicting. I read the entire book in one day. I would recommend Swelter to readers who enjoy a heart wrenching historical romance and don’t mind cheating.
Author: Whitney G. Publication Date: August 29, 2016 Genre: New Adult, Contemporary Romance, Erotic Romance
Rating: ★ ★ ★ ★ ★
He and I met under a cloud of clichés:
Boy meets girl. Boy charms girl. Boy screws girl.
Our story was supposed to end right after the orgasms, right after we went our separate ways.
But then we saw each other again…
And neither of us could walk away.
Our rules were simple.
Our passion was scandalous.
Our hearts were supposed to be safe…
But when you find something so all-consuming–something so intoxicating and inescapable, you’ll risk everything you’ve ever had, even if you’re destined to crash and burn.
This is us.
This is our messed up love.
This is turbulence.
Over a year ago, I was sad to learn Whitney G. was postponing the release of her upcoming novel Turbulence. I absolutely love her writing and was sad to have to wait for this book’s release. I was super excited when I saw that I was finally going to get to read it. 🙂 I don’t want to spoil the surprises of the book for anyone, so this review might seem a little sparse.
Turbulence is the story of Gillian, a woman who is on the hunt for a one night stand. She meets the perfect man for the job. Jake’s a pilot who’s all about sex without strings. Neither of them plan on seeing each other after that night, but the sex is just too good to pass up. Soon they’re hooking up as much as they can with the rule that their relationship never goes beyond sex.
This was such a fun story to read! Whitney G.’s writing was as addicting as always. Her characters were complex, and I loved how their backstories were revealed little by little. There were so many surprises and twists throughout the story that I didn’t see coming. Parts of it that I found weird or confusing at first tied in perfectly at the end. I absolutely loved the experience of reading this book. Readers who love a sexy story that has twists and turns that unravel slowly throughout a book will love Turbulence.
I’m a heroin addict. A junkie. A whore. I’ll do anything to get my next fix.
Including walking right onto the property of Austin’s most ruthless and feared drug lord to beg for some H. I don’t know his name, only that people call him Boss. Oh, and that he won’t think twice to put a bullet in my head.
But like I said, I’ll do anything to get my next fix. Even if it costs me my life.
Or changes it forever.
Rating: ★ ★ ★ ★ ☆
This is my first book by Heather C. Leigh and I must say that I’m impressed. I wasn’t really in the mood for something dark when I started Junkie. I was a little worried I wasn’t going to enjoy it because of that, but I shouldn’t have been. Junkie quickly caught my attention.
Junkie is the story of Miri, a heroin addict desperate for her next fix. She has no means to achieve her high, so she searches out the one man she knows can ease her pain. Approaching Boss is the stupidest thing she’s ever done, but it might also end up being the smartest.
Boss isn’t exactly thrilled when Miri shows up on his property. The last thing he needs is to deal with some junkie. Boss knows he should just put a bullet in her head and be done with it, but there’s something about Miri that warms his cold heart.
What made Junkie a captivating read was the characters and their situations. Miri was obviously an addict, but she wasn’t a bad person. I liked the person she was once I got past her addiction. She was way more spunky than I could have imagined. Life had thrown some hard lessons at her and she ended up down the wrong path. Reading about her withdrawal symptoms was painful. The author did an amazing job making me feel Miri’s pain.
Boss may have been a dangerous drug lord, but the reasons behind his rise to the top were anything but sleazy. He was atoning for sins of the past. While it was harder to like him with all the blood on his hands, the compassion he had for Miri gave a glimpse of the man he could be.
My favorite part of this book was the connection between Boss and Miri. The forbidden aspect of their relationship kept things interesting. Both knew they shouldn’t be attracted to the each other, but the stress of their situation made controlling themselves very hard. They practically combusted when they finally gave into their impulses. It was so sexy and surprisingly sweet.
One thing I would have liked to have read more of in Junkie were the details to Miri’s physical and emotional health over her first few weeks at Boss’s. The book skipped time fairly quickly and I felt like I was missing a small piece of her addiction.
Junkie was an addicting read that has me begging for more. It’s cliffhanger ending left me with several questions I can’t wait to have answered in the next book in the series, Jagger. I would recommend Junkie to readers who like raw and gritty romances.
Note: I received an ARC from TRSOR Promotions in exchange for an unbiased review.
Boss gives Miri a hit.
Despite Miri’s disgusting appearance, her nasty addiction to heroin, and the fact that her maybe-boyfriend had been stealing from me to feed her habit, I felt responsible for her. It was my shit she got hooked on, and she just seemed… frail and in need of someone to take care of her. It was almost as if she were sent here as penance for my past failures to take care of my mom and sister.
Besides, Miri intruded on my property. She knew where I lived. I couldn’t just toss her out. It was highly unlikely, but she could call the cops and get them down here with a warrant in the blink of an eye.
Better to get her dosed up and calmed down before trying to talk.
“Jase,” I barked.
One of my men immediately appeared at my side. “Yes, Boss.”
“Bring me the kit.”
With a sharp nod, he left the room and reappeared in less than two minutes to hand me a small zippered pouch. “Here you go, Boss.”
“All of you leave,” I ordered as I began prepping the kit. One by one, I lined the items up on the table, in the order I would need them. Everyone obeyed my command but one.
“Boss, come on…”
“Milo, don’t push me any further tonight.” I turned to give my lieutenant a dark stare that said don’t fuck with me. He better not press his thoughts in front of a stranger.
Milo’s lips pressed tight as he struggled to keep his mouth shut and follow my orders. Nothing new from the big, strong-willed man. He was very opinionated at times. Tense and agitated, Milo gave in and agreed. “Fine. I’m going home then, Boss.”
“See you in the morning.” I dismissed Milo and returned my attentions to the sweaty, gross, trembling girl in my kitchen.
Using an alcohol pad, I wiped my hands to kill any germs. Then I picked up a tiny packet of white powder, careful not to spill any, and poured it into a spoon designed to lie on a flat surface without tilting. The rubber tourniquet was long compared to Miri’s razor-thin arm. I knotted it around the tiny limb, holding back a pained grimace at touching her filthy skin. When I glanced up to check on her, I found Miri watching intently. I blinked and tore my gaze away from those wide green eyes to search for a vein. There wasn’t a single usable one on her scar-riddled arm.
“Shit,” I muttered when an inspection of her other arm turned up the same.
“I-I use my feet.” Miri’s voice was so soft I nearly missed her response.
Caught in the sliver of emerald in those captivating eyes, it took me a minute to reply.
“All right.” I removed the tourniquet, put it around a slender ankle, and placed her left foot on the floor to get better blood flow to the extremity. A single bluish vein stood out, surrounded by a half-dozen faded and fresh track marks. “There it is.” I grabbed another alcohol pad and swabbed the area. Syringe in hand, I uncapped a vial of sterile water and drew up a small amount, adding it to the powered opiate in the spoon. Using a lighter, I cooked the drugs until the mixture was reduced to a clear, bubbling liquid. As I waited for the chemicals to cool, Miri became frantic.
“I-It’s okay. I c-can take it hot. Really. I-I don’t mind. Please…”
“No.” I shook my head. “It’s not safe. You could blow a vein or worse.”
“I don’t care! Give it to me.” She started to struggle in the chair, in danger of tipping it over again.
Fed the fuck up with today’s events and bullshit in general, I caught her chin between my thumb and forefingers and pinched hard enough to hold her still.
“Stop this immediately or you’ll get nothing. Listen carefully, because I’m only going to say it once. I’m never, ever hospitable to intruders, so you should consider yourself lucky to still be breathing right now and not being driven to a remote location where no one will ever find your body.”
Those dull eyes widened with fear and her lip trembled. “Okay, okay. I’m g-good. I’ll be good. I’m s-sorry.”
I ripped open another alcohol swab and wiped off my fingers. Filthy junkie. Once the mixture was cool, I drew it up into the syringe using a filtered needle and made sure the air was out.
“Ready?” I’m not sure why I bothered—I knew the answer before the question was asked.
“Yes, please, please, please.” Miri vibrated with anticipation.
Despite the fact I grew up around drugs, despised drug use, watched my family implode from drug addiction and never once allowed anyone to get high in my house or permitted drug use among my employees, I went against everything I believed personally and stuck the needle into the vein on Miri’s foot. I pulled back to watch as dark red blood entered the syringe. With visual confirmation I hit a vein, I removed the tourniquet and slowly injected the opiate into her system until the syringe was empty. Working efficiently, I cleaned up the kit, put the used items in a container for the staff to dispose of, and washed my hands at the sink.
Then I sat down and waited.
Boss forces Miri in the shower to get clean.
Fighting the intense, gut-clenching fear, I tightened my grip, using his strong muscles to keep me upright as he washed my feet. The cloth skimmed up my legs one at a time, his hands scrubbing over and over as the foam rinsed away days of dirt and grime. The boss skipped my clothed midsection, straightened to his full height, and repeated the process with my arms, spending extra time on my dirt-caked hands and nails, and the track marks on my arms, only moving on when my skin glowed pink.
Next, he lifted my long red hair off my neck and slid the cloth across the top of my back and shoulders, then around the front to wash the exposed part of my chest where my tank top dipped low. I glanced down as his enormous, bruised and scabbed hands worked over my skin, only then realizing my white tank was completely transparent and I wasn’t wearing a bra. Instinctively, my hands flew up to cover my breasts. He chuckled, a smooth, deep sound so seductive it could easily charm a roomful of people and melt every pair of panties in a five-mile radius.
“A little too late for that, doll. Seein’ as I’ve already got a good look at everything.”
Something about his cocky drawl, the crooked smirk on his face, and that single raised eyebrow felt like a challenge. My courage, boosted by the decadent lull of my best friend, heroin, had me meeting his gaze head-on. Determined to show the boss I wasn’t a cowering scaredy-cat, I fingered the hem, tugged the wet tank over my head, and tossed it to the floor with a loud splat. The man’s eyes widened, which only fueled my desire to make him eat his stupid words. Still staring directly into those sapphire eyes, I stuck my thumbs in the waistband of my shorts and shoved them down, stepped out, and kicked them aside. Completely naked, I stood my ground and raised my own brow in return, hands on my hips.
Our eyes were locked a few more seconds before he threw his head back and burst out laughing. The action made him look years younger than I originally believed. “You are somethin’ else, you know that, doll?”
Instead of answering, I snatched the soapy washcloth from his hand and quickly finished washing my newly exposed skin.
The boss scrambled to catch the cloth I whipped at his chest before turning to storm out of the shower. I yelped when he grabbed me by the arm and yanked me toward him. The blazing heat of his chest was pressed against the bare skin of my back and I trembled from head to toe. The boss held tight and lowered his mouth to my ear.
“First, don’t ever fucking throw shit at me again.” Chills broke out across my skin at his angry threat. “You will not disrespect me in my own house, especially after I fucking took you in instead of killing you the second you set foot on my property. Got it?” When I didn’t answer, he squeezed my upper arms until I whimpered.
“Y-yes. I get it.” I struggled to keep from screaming out of pure terror. What was I thinking? Mouthing off to a drug lord while naked in his shower and a house full of his goons one floor below. I couldn’t possibly be more vulnerable.
After digging his fingers in for another long moment to prove he was in charge, the boss released me and spun me around as he picked up another bottle. “Your hair is fucking disgusting. It needs to be washed.” He wrinkled his nose in distaste and once more, shame flooded me with heat. This man had a way of making me feel as though I was less than human. He held out the bottle, shaking it in my face. “Either you do it, or I do, doll. But you’re not getting out of here until you’ve cleaned the junkie stench off.”
The backs of my eyes stung and my face caught fire. I couldn’t look at him as I took the bottle and poured some shampoo into a shaky hand. He washed himself quickly then stood with his arms crossed over his wide chest as I lathered my hair and rinsed off under the spray.
“Again,” he demanded. I bit my lip to keep from telling him to fuck off and did as I was told.
When the last suds swirled down the drain, the boss was silent as he reached around me and cut off the water. He carefully folded the washcloth, laid it on the edge of the sink, and stepped out of the shower enclosure. He handed me a towel, and picked one up for himself. I tried not to watch as he rubbed the fluffy white cloth over all of those tan muscles, but it was futile. Staring, I was mesmerized by the sight as the boss wrapped the towel around his waist and shucked his wet briefs from underneath. I gulped, knowing he was now naked beneath the soft terrycloth, a mere foot away.
When the silence became uncomfortable, I clutched my own towel to my chest, dug up what little courage I had left, and turned to face him with a huff. “We showered together and I don’t even know your name.”
He quirked that damn eyebrow again and smiled, white teeth gleaming in the middle of his dark designer stubble. If I didn’t know he was a widely feared drug lord and a pushy, high-handed, scary motherfucker, I’d find his expression almost charming.
“I know you’re The Boss, I want to know your name.”
“My name is Boss,” he repeated. “Or Boss Man. Either one works.” As if he didn’t have a care in the world, as if forcing unwilling women into a shower were an everyday occurrence, he shrugged and brushed a hand through his wet hair.
I rolled my eyes. “Fine, don’t tell me.” This guy was so damn frustrating. He shot me up with H, dumped me in the shower, humiliated me, washed me, but wouldn’t tell me his name. Whatever. I turned my back to him.
Two large hands wrapped around my shoulders, and I was jerked back against his body once more. Both of us were currently clad only in towels, his slung low around his waist and mine tucked under my armpits. There wasn’t as much skin-on-skin contact as in the shower, but this felt much more intimate. Slowly, Boss spun me around to face him, and I had to muffle a frightened cry. His blue eyes were narrowed to slits, nostrils flaring. The transformation from playful to furious was immediate and absolutely terrifying. For the first time since I’d showed up on his lawn, I was truly, without a doubt, scared shitless.
This man, the one in front of me—so different from the man who laughed in the shower—is what I expected from the drug lord I heard rumors about. Horrible rumors of unspeakable acts of violence. A ruthless man to be respected and feared.
Boss pressed the length of his half-naked body against me, and growled, teeth glinting behind curled lips. “That’s the second time you turned your back on me after mouthing off. I’m only going to say this once more, Miri, so listen carefully.” He lowered his head and his breath ghosted across my neck. I shuddered and a whimper escaped my throat, the result of a horrifying combination of lust and fear. “You are my guest. You snuck onto my property and you’re goddamn lucky I didn’t let Milo shoot you on sight. No, I saved you, took your ass in, gave you your fucking heroin, and washed a couple weeks’ worth of filth and scum off of you using my very expensive body wash that, incidentally, I never share with anyone. I expect you to be grateful for my hospitality and treat me with some goddamn motherfucking respect, got it?” His hands tightened around my arms incrementally as he spoke. His message was quite clear as his touch became more and more painful. I knew his thick fingers would leave bruises on my pale, fragile skin.
Legs shaking, I nearly pissed myself when faced with the lethal side of this man.
“I want to hear you say you understand, Miri.” Boss let go and stepped back until his eyes bored holes into me from beneath heavy brows.
Filled with terror, my heart pounded and my breath caught in my lungs, rendering me speechless. His eyes narrowed, not happy with my silence. Somehow, I managed to choke out two words.
Heather C. Leigh is the author of the Amazon best selling Famous series. She likes to write about the ‘dark’ side of fame. The part that the public doesn’t get to see, how difficult it is to live in a fishbowl and how that affects relationships.
Heather was born and raised in New England and currently lives outside Atlanta, GA with her husband, 2 kids, and French Bulldog, Shelby.
She loves the Red Sox, the Patriots, and anything chocolate (but not white chocolate, everyone knows it’s not real chocolate so it doesn’t count) and has left explicit instructions in her will to have her ashes snuck into Fenway Park and sneakily sprinkled all over while her family enjoys beer, hot dogs, and a wicked good time.
My favorite authors are Dan Wells, Ken Follett, and Stephen King.
The first novel in a sexy new series featuring the hockey players of the Brooklyn Bruisers and the women who win their hearts—from the USA Today bestselling author of the Ivy Years series.
In high school they were the perfect couple—until the day Georgia left Leo in the cold…
Hockey player Leo Trevi has spent the last six years trying to do two things: get over the girl who broke his heart, and succeed in the NHL. But on the first day he’s called up to the newly franchised Brooklyn Bruisers, Leo gets checked on both sides, first by the team’s coach—who has a long simmering grudge, and then by the Bruisers’ sexy, icy publicist—his former girlfriend Georgia Worthington.
Saying goodbye to Leo was one of the hardest things Georgia ever had to do—and saying hello again isn’t much easier. Georgia is determined to keep their relationship strictly professional, but when a press conference microphone catches Leo declaring his feelings for her, things get really personal, really fast….
Sarina Bowen is the author of one of my all-time favorite New Adult college hockey series, The Ivy Years. When I heard she would be writing a spin-off of that series, I couldn’t contain my excitement. More well-written, sexy hockey men? Yes, please!
In Rookie Move, we catch up with Leo Trevi. It’s been a couple of years since he left Harkness college and he’s just been traded to the Brooklyn Bruisers. Leo’s excited to get his NHL chance, but shocked to find his new team publicist is none other than his high school sweetheart, Georgia. He hasn’t talked to her since the day she broke up with him, but seeing Georgia makes Leo realize his feelings for her haven’t changed. Leo knows he has to prove to Georgia that they’re still perfect for each other, but it’s going to be hard to do with Georgia pledging never to date a player.
Rookie Move was an amazing second chance love story. It wasn’t just about two people who once loved each other reconnecting, but of two people healing. Leo and Georgia’s past was so complicated. Each had raw emotions that they didn’t even realize they needed to deal with. The strength that these two had for each other was so touching.
Leo was the perfect leading man. He was all sporty and strong on the hockey rink, but he was also caring and compassionate off of it. I loved the tenderness he showed Georgia no matter how she was treating him. Georgia was also a great character. She was a force to be reckoned with. She knew what she wanted and went for it. Nothing was going to stop her from achieving her dreams.
What I loved most about Rookie Move was getting to see Leo and Georgia’s history collide with their present. What they went through together in high school had a huge effect on who they were today, and how they handled their new connection. I loved knowing what was going on in their heads then and now. It gave me so many answers I needed and made me swoon over their renewed love even more.
I enjoyed every moment reading Rookie Move. It was a really sweet, sexy and fulfilling second chance romance. I would highly recommend it to contemporary romance readers. Of course, I would suggest starting with The Ivy Years series because I loved it, but you can jump right in and start at Rookie Move if you want.
Top Ten Tuesday is an original weekly feature created by The Broke and the Bookish. This week’s theme is Top Ten ALL TIME Favorite Books Of X Genre. The Broke and the Bookish is being really mean and making us narrow our favorites down. It’s going to be hard to do, but I think I can handle it…maybe. My genre is going to be New Adult for this post and I couldn’t just stick to top ten. I had to go Top 17 in no particular order. Even then, I feel like I’ve left some out. 🙁 For some of these, if I loved the entire series, I’m just picking the first book. If you click on the book cover, you’ll be taken to the Goodreads page for that book.
I probably should have picked a genre I love less. LOL. So, here we go. In no particular order…
1. The Deal by Elle Kennedy
2. Bright Side by Kim Holden
3. Ugly Love by Colleen Hoover
4. Nine Minutes by Beth Flynn
5. Addicted to You by Krista & Becca Ritchie
6. There is No Light in Darkness by Claire Contreras
7. Him by Sarina Bowen & Elle Kennedy
8. One Tiny Lie by K.A. Tucker
9. The Year We Fell Down by Sarina Bowen
10. You and Everything After by Ginger Scott
11. Left Drowning by Jessica Park
12. My Perfect Mistake by Kelly Siskind
13. More Than This by Jay McLean
14. Archer’s Voice by Mia Sheridan
15. Making Faces by Amy Harmon
16. Easy by Tammara Webber
17. Sincerely, Carter by Whitney G.
I know there are so many of my favorite NA authors and books missing from this list, but I had to narrow it down, so…