Tuesday, July 10, 2018

Buckled, Trails of Sin, #2 ~ Pam Godwin

★✩★ It's LIVE! ★✩★


Book #2 in the TRAILS OF SIN series

Genre: Dark Cowboy Romance

HEAs with no cliffhangers. 
Each book is a different couple. 
Must be read in order.

I protect what’s mine.
The ranch, my family, our buried secrets.

Nothing will stop me from reassembling the life that went terribly wrong.
Not the law.
Not our enemies.
Not even Maybe Quinn.

The gorgeous, quarrelsome journalist shouldn’t have meddled.
I shouldn’t have let her stay.
But she’s hiding something in those deceptive blue eyes.
Something deeper than her thirst for a news story.

I make a deal with her to buy time.
To unravel her lies. To play with her. To satisfy my darker appetites.
When she buckles beneath my belt, I’ll send her away.
Unless I buckle first.



When Pam Godwin writes, she does it with a fiery passion. And it shows in her stories, in her characters. She gives you words that wrap around your heart, they squeeze tightly, and they don’t let go. 

With Buckled, that is exactly what I got. Jarret and Maybe sparked from their very first meeting. Their chemistry was strong, smokin’ hot, like fireworks hot. Even with secrets and deception, these two still found something they needed in each other. 

I devoured this story, thoroughly enjoying every satisfying page. Splashes of humor and plenty of heart in this world of dirty, kinky, sexy AF cowboys. And these cowboys... they love with a passion, with both spine-tingling and toe-curling goodness. 

I couldn’t get enough of Jarret. He is a very intense man. Everything he does is fierce.

The way he loves Maybe.
The way he takes care of his family.
The way he protects. 
The way he gets revenge. 
The way he punishes. 
The way he fucks. 

I thought Jake was my favorite, but Jarret sure gave him a run for the money. 

If you’ve read the first book, you need this one, and you’ll be begging for the next one. More suspense, more delicious, kinky cowboy lovin’, and more hardcore passion that will put your heart into overdrive.


★ TRAILS OF SIN Series ★


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New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author, Pam Godwin, lives in the Midwest with her husband, their two children, and a foulmouthed parrot. When she ran away, she traveled fourteen countries across five continents, attended three universities, and married the vocalist of her favorite rock band.

Java, tobacco, and dark romance novels are her favorite indulgences, and might be considered more unhealthy than her aversion to sleeping, eating meat, and dolls with blinking eyes.

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Monday, July 2, 2018

Fixing Her ~ Miranda Elaine


Fixing Her, an all-new friends to lovers romance from debut author Miranda Elaine is available NOW!


When we were younger, Temperance Price was the quiet girl with dreamy eyes who hung on my every word. She was always beautiful, but I had plans to get out of Red Oak and make a life of my own.

Ten years later, a crushing tragedy has brought me home again—right back to her.

The innocent girl I left is gone, and in her place is a sassy single mom I can’t get out of my head. She’s hired me to fix her house, but I have other things in mind.

She thinks I’m just a handyman.
She thinks we’re only friends.
She thinks I’ve never noticed her.

I think what really needs to be fixed is her whole perspective.


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I’m nervous but excited. My gut says to run away, but the glass of wine I just finished off is telling me this is an excellent idea. Feeling brave, I hold the phone out at arm’s reach and take a selfie of me sitting on top of my unmade bed.

Times like these make me glad I’m not great about washing the small amount of makeup I wear off before bed. Typically, I just use a baby wipe right before I fall asleep to wipe off whatever bit of mascara survived the day.

Today’s makeup, though light, is still present. I’m spread across the bed in my tiny black shorts and my favorite red tank top with a shelf bra built in. Before logic can make its way into my brain I hit send.

I review the picture and instantly regret fills my stomach. I felt so brave thirty seconds ago. But staring at it now, I see the small rolls of my stomach, and my chest needs more support than the tank itself can provide. Those are not perky twenty-year-old breasts. Those are the breasts of a woman who’s edging toward thirty and has had a baby. I’m ashamed of the dark circles under my eyes.

Why did I send that pic?

Asher: Fuck

My heart sinks. He probably sees all my flaws, too. In a dimly lit house they might not have been noticeable in passing. But on a phone screen, where you can zoom in they’re just there for the seeing.

Asher: Wow. That’s an incredible sight.

I’m unable to conjure a complete thought, nothing sexy, witty, or interesting. I’m frozen, knowing he’s staring at a photo of me, in awe.

Asher: Ok, my turn.

I’m not in any way prepared for what he sends. I’ve seen him shirtless. Hell, I can’t believe I’ve seen him nearly naked in person, felt him in the palm of my hand. And still, I’m in shock at the sight of him stretched out on his bed in just a pair of thin gray sweats, his hand on top wrapped around the outline of his long, thick cock.

I stare for too long at that hand holding that cock firmly. I almost don’t even notice the smirk on his face. He knows how attracted I am to him. Just being around him makes me weak, and by the look on his face I’m guessing he knows how turned on this sight is making me.

My resolve weakens. It’s not even just his hard body or amazing face. It’s the patience he’s shown my daughter. It’s his willingness to spend his time and skills to help me. It’s how he came home to relieve his parents of the stress and pressure of losing a son and attempting to run a business. It’s everything I don’t deserve to hold so close to my heart.

He’s a remarkable man. A man that in a different life, at a different time, I would fight tooth and nail to make mine.

Asher: You still there? You’re starting to hurt my ego.

Me: Yeah. :) Just setting your profile pic on my phone.

Asher: Better make sure it stays locked then.

Me: No worries. I cropped it a tad.

Asher: Just a tad?

I giggle. There ain’t nothing tad-like about that cock.

Me: Well . . . maybe more than a tad. ;)



I really enjoyed this book! I was intrigued by the blurb and couldn’t wait to dive in. It was fun, it was sexy, and at times, it squeezed my heart. I am so glad I took a chance on this new-to-me author! 

Temperance (Tempie) is a hot mess most days and I could totally relate! She is a single mom and I immediately felt a connection to her. One of the things I loved most about this book - it’s real, and makes you say, yes, that has happened to me! 

Asher Kade was the high school crush, who’s back in town and determined to get what he wants – Tempie. He is a romantic and quite the gentleman, with the patience of a saint – I couldn’t help but fall for him. I loved his dedication and adoration he had for Tempie and her daughter, Ellie. 

Little Miss Ellie...so adorable! She sorta stole the show sometimes. She was a perfect character for this story, making the story that much more heartfelt and believable. 

Leigh is Tempie’s BF, the perfect best friend - the one every girl (me) wants and needs in their life. This book had many laugh out loud moments, and it was usually when Leigh was involved. She is an awesome secondary character. I think she should have her own book. *hint to the author*

This story was sweet & sexy with lovable characters, and I found myself thinking about it when I wasn’t reading, eager to get back to it. It was the perfect combination of heart, sass, and delicious sexy times. I cannot wait to read more from this author!


About Miranda:

Miranda is a loving wife and barely surviving mother of three occasionally good kids. Her hobbies include lying to herself about the calories in donuts and banana pudding, as well as running out of excuses when procrastinating. She's been an avid reader since she was a young girl. Whether she's by the pool, curled up in bed, or hiding in the closet, as long as she has a book in her hands she’s happy.


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Tuesday, June 26, 2018

Whiskey Girl ~ Adriane Leigh

★★ IT'S LIVE!!! ★★

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Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Day: June 26



She was the one thing holding him together. Until she was gone. 

And then there was whiskey. 

Fallon Gentry has spent the last decade reliving one dark night in his head. The moment he lost the woman he loved when a single blink cascaded into a series of events that stole both of their lives. Now his nights are spent playing music in Southern honky-tonks and nursing the memory of her the only way he knows how—at the bottom of a whiskey bottle. 

A brief stint in Nashville, a hit song, and a brush with Hollywood couldn’t bring him closer to God, but when the ghost of Augusta Belle Branson appears in his corner of another lonely dive bar well after dark, he’s forced to confront everything he thought he knew about that fateful night…and a few things he didn’t.

He’s her contradiction. She’s his salvation. 

A firestorm of emotion consumes them when they come together after ten lost years, every moment more revealing, more unpredictable, more intoxicating than the last. Until the only reckoning left for Fallon is the one he must make with himself. But this time, fate may have left an afterburn too bitter to swallow. This time, he may lose his whiskey girl for good.



“6+ cliff diving, whiskey shot, hung over for days stars! Leigh reached out and grabbed me from the very first line, and never let go. The writing was beautiful and captivating, the characters were perfectly imperfect, and the story… well, it was flawless. Fallon and Augusta Belle’s story is one that will be with me forever—it was heart breaking, intense, swoon worthy, and raw—everything I love in a story.” – AR Myles, Amazon Bestselling Author

“Whiskey Girl is like a slow sensual song, you sway along with the words and end with a happy contented sigh.” – Goodreads Review

“As smooth as the whiskey in the title and a sweet read!” – Goodreads Review

“Whiskey Girl is like the drink itself. Smooth with a bite, but when all is said and done you have an appreciation for the drink as well as the book… Woven together with whiskey and music references, it was swoony and sweet with an ending that put a big ole’ smile on my face. A perfect summer read.” –Goodreads Review

“A bit of darkness, sadness, tears (so many tears), hope and happiness. And the surprise twist in the story, very nearly took me under. I found myself angry and rooting for this couple. So be prepared, I highly suggest a bottle at hand to help you sooth and celebrate Whiskey Girl.” – Goodreads Review

“Like poetry and lyrics to a song that stays stuck with you forever. Leigh knows how to weave a tale that will leave you open and raw and so emotional!” – Goodreads Review

“A slow-burning, heart-pullin’ second chance story I couldn’t put down.” – Goodreads Review






The first time I met Augusta Belle Branson, she was fixin’ on killin’ herself.

Said the minute I’d walked up, she was tryin’ to decide if jumpin’ off the bridge in the center—where the water was deep and the current stronger—would be a swifter end, or if she should jump near the edge, where jagged limestone slabs anchored the slow-moving current.

Certain death for sure.

I replayed the split second when the Indian summer sun burst through the orange oak leaves, a halo of warmth enveloping her.

Like an angel. Stardust sparkling straight from heaven, ploppin’ her in my path.

And then she turned, the most startling shade of liquid amber eyes breathing something real and alive, like fire, into my soul.

That same something I’d been runnin’ from—or chasin’, dependin’ on how you looked at it—just about every day since.

I settled myself on the lone wooden stool that awaited at center stage, my thoughts drawing back to the present. My head swam, but the old familiar chords floated on through the current of whiskey in my blood, and I strummed the first few notes of a song I wrote a lot of nights ago by an act of sheer muscle memory.

Old acoustic guitar resting on my knee, my first and third fingers in position on the strings, the opening chords of “Whiskey Girl” bled from my fingers.

Every chord, another dagger.

Every whispered lyric, my undoing.

I still ’didn’t know what the fuck had overtaken me the night I’d written this song in a fevered rush.

Well, the booze might have played a part, but I happened to think my best shit came out of uninhibited states.

I’d just had a fuckton of uninhibited states recently.

And the harder the liquor, the more she haunted me.

Whiskey Girl.

My poisoned lullaby.

The crowd of a few hundred erupted into a standing ovation when I ended with the final, emotion-charged words.

The irony of this song was it was the one that’d launched my career. The first single to hit radio waves and then the top spot on the Billboard charts, and brought reporters, music executives, long-lost family members I wasn’t even really sure I was related to, and too much other scum with an end game that carried dollar signs to my front doorstep.

I’d moved to Nashville a rising star and left two years later, middle finger in the air as I tossed my once-promising music career out with last night’s liquor bottles in favor of the open road.

Chasing something.

Not finding the one thing I needed.

Playing local honky-tonks for a fraction of the money I could have made.

But the truth was, the road was the only place I could find my happy.

A familiar ball of pain formed in my throat as I stood, pushing my guitar over one shoulder and bowing deeply. I couldn’t see a single face behind the glaring stage lights, but still, some part of me pretended she could be out there, that I was singing to her.

That she would hear her song and find her way back to me.

After hundreds of faceless crowds and too many bottles of Tennessee whiskey to bother counting, I still felt the pull inside me to travel to every town in America if that’s what it took to find her.

Hell, maybe she was happily married with a few kids, a dog, and a fucking minivan by now.

I nodded my head, giving one last wave to the crowd in the dark beyond, then left the stage, taking the steps two at a time and angling past the curtains to head for the tiny-ass dressing room this dive bar provided. Heading for another chug of amber gold before packing my shit into my truck and hitting the road.

I pushed a hand through my hair, thinking maybe a shower would be in order before I bailed, when a curvy little thing backed right up into me.

My palms landed on her shoulders, warm blond waves falling in a cascade over one side. The heady scent of peaches and honey filled my nostrils. My eyes slammed closed and brought me back to summer nights under a giant oak, fireflies melding together with the stars above like a painting.

“Sorry, I just dropped my phone.” The sweet-scented creature spun, brilliant smile falling from her face when our eyes made contact for the first time.

Every coldhearted memory slammed into my chest like a pallet of bricks.

I narrowed my eyes, gaze tracing the familiar yet unfamiliar angles of her porcelain face.

She was thinner now, cheeks sharp slashes of bone that highlighted her always-devastating round eyes and full lips. It was her, all right. I’d know this woman anywhere.

“Hi, Fallon.” I’d been dreamin’ of this moment for the better part of a decade, and still, my heart wasn’t prepared for those two words. My name on her lips left me with a toxic reaction.

My whiskey girl.

My damnation and my salvation.

“I need a fucking minute.” I dropped my hands from her shoulders, her skin still haunting my fingertips, and walked straight down the narrow hallway, pushing the rusted back door open so hard the hinges protested.

Warm night air filled my lungs, replacing the empty feeling seeing her again had left.

“Fallon…” Hell, she’d followed me out.

And hell if wanted her to, but I didn’t notwant her to either.

The emotions bombarding my mind were just a-fucking-bout unbearable.

“I said I needa fucking minute.” The sentence came out as more of a growl than I intended. Before she could reply, I stomped across the potholed parking lot, aiming for my heavy-duty Ford.

I yanked the door open, digging behind the driver’s seat for a fresh bottle of my favorite recipe.

I couldn’t be bothered to retrieve the half-full bottle I’d left in my dressing room. I had to get as far the fuck away from her just to clear my head and process what her being here even meant.

My hands circled the neck of the bottle, and I opened it in a flash, chugging back the first warm bite of pleasure I’d been craving.

I tossed the cap on my dash and fished the keys out of my pocket, about to climb into the cab and make hay, when fingertips painted a dark navy filtered into my vision and back out again, my goddamn truck keys hanging from one finger.

“Fuck,” I bit out, crawling out of the cab and swiping for the keys.

My reactions were a helluva lot slower than I thought they were. How much of that bottle had I drunk before the show?I shook the thought from my head, realizing this was probably about close to my average state of play on any given day. Runnin’ away from the life Augusta Belle and I’d had took something out of me. Something only whiskey could fill.

“I don’t care what your stupid ass does on your own time, but you’re not dying on mine, Fallon Gentry.”

My head pounded then. A whole fucking sentence out of her pretty pink lips, and my body’s old dependable reaction to her infuriating every cell of me.

I’d never been in control when it came to Augusta. Shouldn’t have been surprised it was no different now.

“As irritating as ever, I see,” I said, swiping for my keys one more time and missing before I stumbled off around her, whiskey bottle clutched in my hand and hell on my mind.

Augusta was back, and there wasn’t enough whiskey in the state of Tennessee to help me deal.



Fallon Gentry came from the wrong side of the tracks...well, that was according to Augusta’s Branson’s parents. No amount of money in bank accounts, nor the age gap could keep these two apart.

This well-written, second-chance romance had a nice, slow burn that kept me turning the pages. I loved the back and forth between past and present - it added to the anticipation. The whats, hows, whys, and whens are answered in bits and pieces along the way. Some parts gripped my heart, and some made it flutter with happiness. 

I thought the author did a great job of giving us an emotional story, alternating between POVs. It gives the reader a taste of each character’s feelings – the happiness, the sadness, & the pain they each endured along the way. Even after a decade apart, their love for each other never waned. It seemed to only grow stronger. 

Grab this one if you want a story full of emotion that will suck you in from the very beginning. :)

4/5 emotional hearts!



Adriane Leigh is an Amazon Top 25 and USA Today bestselling author of contemporary and erotic romance.
Raised in a snowbank in Michigan’s Upper Peninsula, she was born with a book in her hand and won her first Young Authors award by the age of ten. She finished her first romance novel at 14, and hasn’t stopped playing with words since. She earned a literature degree, co-founded and organized international book conventions with RARE: Romance Author & Reader Events, and has written more than 45 independent titles. 

Married to her own Prince Charming, she now lives among the sand dunes of Lake Michigan, and plays mama to two sweet baby girls. She’s a romantic rebel and word junkie that believes wanderlust is life, strives to be a part of the #goodvibetribe, and wishes she had more time to read and knit scarves to keep her cozy during the arctic Michigan winters. Yoga pants, puppies, and mac and cheese also help. 

Friday, June 1, 2018

NOW LIVE! His Mimosa by Jamie Schlosser

Title: His Mimosa
Series: The Cocktail Girls
Author: Jamie Schlosser
Genre: Standalone Contemporary Romance Novella
Release Date: June 1

Carter doesn’t believe in love at first sight or happily ever after. When he goes to Vegas for his brother’s bachelor party, the last thing he expects is Brynne, the beautiful cocktail waitress who nurses his hangover with a drink just as bubbly and sweet as she is.

Brynne’s optimism and unfailing faith in love is a breath of fresh air, and it makes him think maybe he’s had it wrong all along.

They say what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. And Carter’s heart? It might be taking up permanent residence there.



This was SO GOOD!! It’s well-written, it’s fun, and it is HOT! 

This novella gave me everything a romance lover wants and needs - a hero to lust over, a heroine to adore, smokin’ hot chemistry between the two, and steamy scenes that will have you tingling in all the right places. 

Carter and Brynne were so dang lovable! I fell for them right away. Watching their relationship grow was satisfying and made my heart flutter numerous times. Their connection was strong and I couldn’t turn the pages fast enough. I swear I had hearts in my eyes as I was reading. 

This story had the perfect mix of humor, heart, sass, and steam. It was sweet where I wanted it and sexy where I needed it. 

I’ve been to Vegas a few times, and as I was reading, I felt like I was there again! I highly recommend this!

5/5 hearts!



Jamie Schlosser grew up on a farm in Illinois surrounded by cornfields. Although she no longer lives in the country, her dream is to return to rural living someday. As a stay-at-home mom, she spends most of her days running back and forth between her two wonderful kids and her laptop. She loves her family, iced coffee, and happily-everafters.

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