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“If I wanted to be real honest, slivers of hope had started forming in my dejected soul. Even though I didn’t let my impassive mask slip and show her how she was affecting me, I thought she might stay. Why the fuck would she?”

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It’s Blog Tour time!!! Crystal’s Book World is proud to be telling the world about the newest book by Max Monroe, Alex in Wonderland! Blog Review and Author giveaway included!!! I am crazy about Matt Hadder <3

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Welcome to Alex in Wonderland Blog Tour!!! First lets start with a good little tease ——–>

 

Blurb

It is. It’s just…jarring.”

     “You don’t find it natural?” I asked, putting a hand to her back and making her step closer. The pleasure girl moaned and writhed, her skin a flushed rose of arousal as Spade continued to play with her. Lou Diamond had joined them now too, feasting on her breasts and stroking his cock while kneeling on the plush red couch behind her opened leg.

     Alex shook her head and nodded at the same time, her every nerve ending buzzing with confusion over what she’d been taught was appropriate, and the very opposite way she felt.

     “That could be you,” I whispered, leaning into her back and grazing the shell of her ear with my breath.

     She shivered—for about a millisecond—before bounding away and turning to meet my eyes, panic stark in hers. “Me? Do that? Like…right here? In front of people?” she stuttered. “No. No. Um, no.”

     Excitement shot down my spine at her anxiousness. “No?” I questioned, careful to keep my tone reproachful. I wanted her to feel pressured—just to see if she could withstand it.

     After a brief pause, she confirmed with a curt, determined shake of her head. “No.”

     At six foot six and two hundred and seventy pounds, I was nothing short of physically intimidating. I was impressed by her backbone.

     “Okay,” I agreed easily. Her eyes widened, and her plump lips parted. I took pleasure in her surprise.

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I read Alex in Wonderland and loved it! Check out my 5 Star Review: 

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Holy smokes Alex in Wonderland was such a great and capturing read! I love reading anything by Max Monroe. They make their book releases so fun and exciting that you go into reading their books ready to take on the twists and laughs that they have for you.

Alex in Wonderland was phenomenal!!! Alex is a beautiful, strong, and sassy woman. I really did not see her true personality from the get go. Not only does she surprise the characters in the book with it, but also to the reader. I love how this story gives you the unexpected. Not to mention the steamy hot sexy scenes that you get is more than a bonus 😉

Matt is sexy as sin!! I was addicted to him and could not stay away. With that said, I read this book in one setting. I would book mark a chapter I would finish and put my Kindle down. Within minutes I had it back in my hands and continued on. I love this book!

Alex in Wonderland is deviously HOT and has a twist for the life of the good, the bad, and the ugly. You will get your laughs in some parts, and then we get down to business. I love the way Max Monroe brings this story together with the right amount of drama and complexity! Alex in Wonderland will surely exceed your expectations!

And I can not leave you without giving you the authors link to their Reader Giveaway!!!!

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From Max Monroe: 

Readers make the book world go round and we are so appreciative for everything you do in helping to spread the word on our books. So, in the spirit of spreading the word on Alex in Wonderland, we are giving away two $25 Amazon gift card to two lucky readers who help spread the word!  —-> Giveaway LINK

 

Disclaimer

Disclaimer:

Please keep your arms crossed over your chest and feet crossed at the ankle as you fall down the rabbit hole. The urge to open your mouth in shock will be strong, but we encourage you to keep it closed. There’s no telling what could end up inside.

*Authors not responsible for personal injury on your ride through Wonderland.

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Greed has never been hotter. Detecting Greed by Mikey Lee is LIVE!

 

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Everyone’s getting greedy in this installment of Mikey Lee’s Sin Series!

When one unsolved case is thrown at Detecting Seth Lane, he takes the lead with no problem. But when multiple cases are dropped at his feet at one time, Seth starts to think that they’re connected…he just can’t prove it.

Racing against the clock, Seth once again tries to find the perp before any further victims turn up — and before his wife forgets what it’s like for him to be home.

— Each book in the Sin Series can be read as a STANDALONE.

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It’s Release Day for Legally Mine by Nicole French!!! I was done for when I read this book. One-Click today!! This book is on sale for a limited at 99cents. Afterwards it will go up to $2.99!! Who is ready for this book? Blog review included!

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Legally Mine (Book Two in the Spitfire Trilogy)

by Nicole French

Release Date: June 28, 2017

 

Blurb:

What’s the point of falling in love if it only breaks your heart?

Skylar Crosby should be on top of the world. She’s just graduated from the best law school in the country and is supposed to kick-start a successful career. But with her father still recovering from his gambling addiction, her absentee mother suddenly reappearing in her life, and the stresses of studying for the bar exam, Skylar is feeling more like she’s holding the world up rather than standing on top of it. And then, of course, there’s the matter of her utterly smashed heart.

In just a few short months, brilliant attorney and all-around tycoon Brandon Sterling quickly became the sun to Skylar’s universe only to twist it upside down and inside out with his secrets, leaving her with a decision to make that will change both of their lives forever. And although Brandon can’t forget the girl who gave him back his heart, sudden changes in his own complicated life will make getting her back that much more difficult. Luckily, Brandon Sterling has never been one to walk away from a challenge.

Even when the whole world seems united against them, it’s possible that they are their own worst enemies. Legally Mine, the second book in the explosive Spitfire series, continues the saga of Skylar and Brandon as two stubborn, intelligent, damaged people trying to learn how to let themselves love and be loved return.

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Excerpt:

We stared at each other, bristling and irritated. Finally, eager to break the stare-off, I pushed off the wall with my feet to float on my back. I stretched toward the opposite end of the pool, arching in a way that made my breasts peak toward the ceiling, then flipped backward until I popped up again through the water. When I surfaced, Brandon was watching intently, a different kind of fire in his ice-blue eyes. Did he wanted to strangle me or eat me alive? It was hard to tell the difference.

“I know what you’re doing,” he said finally, low and almost menacing.

I continued to tread water, then flipped over again, slowing my movements even more. “Do you?”

“Get out of there, will you?” Brandon reached a hand out, beckoning me to swim back.

I just stared at it. “No,” I said. “I’m not done with my workout.”

I rolled backward through the water once more, then resurfaced to find Brandon standing up. His face looked like murder, but the tenting in his pants spoke of something else.

“Get out of the pool, Red,” Brandon said, barely concealing his frustration.

“Stop telling me what to do.”

“I’m not joking. Get out.”

“No.”

“Get out of the fuckin’ pool, Skylar!” Brandon shouted, his South Boston accent out in full force. He thrust both hands into his hair and yanked. “Fuck!”

I just kept treading while sounds of the water lapping on the sides of the pool filled the space between us. Brandon stared at me, then dropped his hands.

“Fine,” he said as he started to remove his vest. “Have it your way.” He unbuttoned his shirt and tossed them both on the lounge chair next to him.

“What are you doing?” I asked as he started pulling off his shoes and socks, which then joined the clothes.

“What do you think?” Brandon snapped as he unbuckled his belt. “You won’t come out, so I’m coming in.”

“In your underwear?”

He pulled off his pants and threw them on top of his other things. He now stood in front of me in nothing but his boxer briefs, his perfectly sculpted body, including his sizable erection, on display for anyone to see. The reflected light glimmered over the broad lines of his shoulders and pectorals, the v-shaped muscles of his abdomen, the lean, long shapes of his thighs. Now he was the one who looked like a Greek statue.

I bit my lip, willing the heat building in my core to calm down.

“Well, it’s either that or nothing at all,” Brandon said just before he jumped in with a splash.

Tall as he was, he didn’t need to tread water, but he still dipped underwater and surfaced like some kind of mythical sea god. The water glistened on his muscles as he tracked me like a shark.

My legs somehow kept circling, but the rest of me stilled. I wasn’t in the mood to be pounced on, as Brandon sometimes did. He often used sex as a Band-Aid, and right now, I wasn’t okay with that, even if the water droplets sliding over his pecs were getting me pretty hot and bothered.

My instincts took over: fight or flight. I dove underneath the blue lane barrier and swam to the corner of the pool. Before I could climb up the ladder, though, I found myself caged by two tanned, rock-hard arms.

“I don’t think so.”

Brandon’s voice vibrated in my ear, and I froze. I turned slowly, and he released his grip on the ladder, backing off just enough so that I could turn around. His gaze bored into me like a drill. But it wasn’t just the intensity in his eyes that pinned me to the ledge; it was the hurt there as well.

“You can’t keep doing this,” Brandon said in a low, taut voice.

Around me, his body was pulled tight as a drum. The evening had taken a toll on him too.

“You can’t keep running away every time I do something you don’t like.”

“I don’t––”

“You do,” he cut me off gently.

We were close enough that he didn’t need to raise his voice. Around me, his muscles flexed even more.

“Every time. My office. The airport. After you found out about Miranda, about Messina’s payoff. That night at the club. And now tonight. If I railroad, Red, you run.”

I heard my grandmother’s words to me in Brooklyn after I had escaped there in April. She had compared me to my mother, who couldn’t even stand beside me for the length of a party. And now I was becoming just like her.

“My life is complicated,” Brandon continued. “I know that. I know it’s not easy for you. But I am yours, Skylar, body and soul. But I can’t be yours if you’re not mine too.”

 

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When this copy came to me, I literally dropped the most recent book I was reading and had to start right away! I can not believe the pain and struggle that comes with Legally Mine. Nicole does it again. Breaks my heart and I am left trying to piece it back together again!!

Legally Mine was just as intense as book one in the Spitfire series. Probably a little more. I didn’t think I could be more upset with Skylar and the decisions she makes without thinking things through. I still have a love-hate relationship with her for the first half or so of the book. I can feel Brandon’s pain as it was frustrating to figure out this woman! Kudos to Nicole that writes about a character who has built walls around herself that not even the reader can not break through. I really am not so sure about Skylar anymore. I kind of was ready for Brandon to move on sadly. Then the story turns around and I am second guessing myself. Nicole kept me on my toes with her book.

We get to meet new characters and the old ones are still with us from Legally Yours. Skylar’s dad is still struggling with his addiction, but is getting better. Since Brandon had last stepped in and paid off the debt, it looks like he has brought a new level a trouble between Skylar and her family. Skylar’s big secret comes out in the open and Brandon is not sure if he can still stay with her.

There are so many twist and turns. My heart and mind were a wreck after I read this book. So much that I had to take a couple of days to reflect what I had read and then write this review. Sometimes it is easier write after the highs and lows of your emotions calm down. The ending of the story had me stunned and the anticipation was killing me. Book three is what I need to get this angst out of me. I can not wait to read the conclusion of Skylar and Brandon’s story. Will their relationship survive? In the end I decided that I will stand behind them and root for a happy ever after.

Author Info:

Nicole French is an East Coast/West Coast hybrid creature, Springsteen fanatic, hopeless romantic, and total bookworm. When not writing fiction or teaching writing classes, she is hanging out with her family, playing soccer with the rest of the thirty-plus crowd in Seattle, or going on dates with her husband. In her spare time, she likes to go running with her dog, Greta, or practice the piano, but never seems to do either one of these things as much as she should.

 

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Tied, the anticipated follow-up to Torn, by Carian Cole is NOW LIVE! He’s the only one that has ever made me feel. And I want to make him feel, too.

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Synopsis:

He was the myth and the legend of our small town. But no one knew the truth… except me.

Me
My childhood was stolen by a monster. I’ve forgotten what love feels like. What happiness feels like. What hope feels like. I am numb.

Him
He’s possibly as damaged as I am. Maybe even more. Scarred just as much on the inside as the outside. Just like me. He doesn’t speak. He doesn’t smile. He hides in the woods like an animal. I should be scared of him. But I’m not. He’s the only one that has ever made me feel. And I want to make him feel, too. everything…

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About the Author:

I have a passion for the bad boys, those covered in tattoos, sexy smirks, ripped jeans, fast cars, motorcycles and of course, the sweet girls that try to tame them and win their hearts.

My first novel in the best-selling Ashes & Embers series, Storm, published in September of 2014. I have many books and sequels slated for this series. My new spin-off series, Devils Wolves, launched in 2016 with the best-selling novel, Torn. There are several books planned for this series as well.

Born and raised a Jersey girl, I now reside in beautiful New Hampshire with my husband and our multitude of furry pets and spend most of my time writing, reading, and vacuuming.

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Xander and Willow were best friends, but they always wanted more. Will they get a second chance at love?

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Redefining Us by Harloe Rae (@harloerae) is LIVE & only 99¢ or FREE with KindleUnlimited! 

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In order to truly save him, I need to redefine us.
Xander Dixon was my best friend. 
Loyal and dependable. 
A brave warrior. 
A permanent presence in my life until that fateful day he boarded a plane headed overseas.
Xander’s unwelcome silence haunted me for three years…
Until he suddenly resurfaces. 
Blinded by misplaced fury.
Trapped in a pool of darkness.
Unable to escape the perpetual pain. 
Though it would be easy to walk away, I refuse to give up on him. 
I want to know his misery and torment, so I can rescue him.
Then Xander will finally be mine.

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Hot Single Dad ALERT! Grab Goaltending by Jami Davenport now! Keep reading for an excerpt!

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WANTED: Single dad needs nanny–In more ways than one.

Martin “Brick” Bricker is living the good life. He’s playing the sport he loves, has all the women he can handle, and parties like a rock star. At twenty-six, he has no interest in slowing down or taking anything seriously–except hockey, of course.

Then a knock at his door changes everything.Suddenly he’s the single father to a five-year-old daughter he didn’t know he had, and he’s trading his playboy ways for Barbies.

Amelia Stacey struggles to make ends meet and juggles her day-care job with a full load of college classes. When she’s offered a temporary, two-week nanny position making more money than she imagines, she jumps at the chance. Before she knows it, she’s in over her head, not just with her five-year-old charge but with the girl’s hot single father.

Brick always goes after what he wants, and he wants Amelia. Only responsible Amelia doesn’t want anything to do with the party boy. Struggling with fatherhood and his unexplainable attraction to his nanny, Brick has to figure out where his daughter and Amelia fit into his life.If they fit at all.

But one thing’s for sure: Brick can’t block this shot straight to his heart.

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Chapter 1—In the Net

Martin “Brick” Bricker was one lucky bastard. He had it all. Good looks, ripped body, more money than he could spend, and more women than he could handle.

It was good to be him. Really, really good.

Being named sexiest male athlete last week by the Hot Hockey Hunks website was icing on his already rich, gooey cake. And he loved that cake, indulging every chance he got.

Who could blame him? He was young, attractive, and virile. He loved all females, tall and slender, short and curvy, and anything in between. And women loved him.

But Brick’s good fortune didn’t stop there. He was the starting goalie on one of the NHL’s hottest young teams. The Seattle Sockeyes were touted as Stanley Cup contenders by the preseason predictors, whoever the hell those people were. Brick wanted the Cup so badly he imagined the deafening roar of the crowd as the final buzzer rang, the weight of the Cup in his hands as he skated victoriously around the arena, and its sweet metallic taste as he drank champagne from it. He might only be in his fourth year, but he coveted the Cup as much as a guy who’d been in the league for fifteen years and had never won it. He sure as hell didn’t want to be that guy. He wanted to win it while he was young—and keep winning it.

With a weary sigh, Brick stretched and rolled out of bed. He squinted at the clock—two in the fucking afternoon.

Damn.

He’d had a wild night last night and had staggered home well after the sun had come up. He’d been gifted with incredible stamina and a hardy constitution that required little sleep but for some reason last night’s activities had hit him harder than usual.

After taking care of business in the bathroom, he walked naked into the kitchen of his large Lake Union condo. He hated clothes, partially because of his propensity to overheat and partially because he enjoyed the shock value. Brick sweltered in warm rooms. They reminded him too much of how hot his stepmother—correct that, father’s second wife—chose to keep their house. The place suffocated him. He’d always preferred the chilly temps of his mom’s cabin in the woods.

Putting a Tully’s K-Cup in his Keurig, he waited for his mug to fill. Taking a sip, he carried it to the wall of windows and stared down at the water below. Houseboats rocked gently on Lake Union, and he had to smile. Ever since he’d seen Sleepless in Seattle, one of his mother’s favorite movies, he’d sworn if he ever moved to Seattle he’d own one of those houseboats. His Realtor had been toiling for months to find the right one. So far, no luck, but Brick was a patient man.

For now, he had to be content with his condo and the privacy it afforded his current lifestyle. He kept his place at arctic temps and never invited women over. He preferred an impersonal hotel room from which he could escape in the early hours, as he’d done this morning. He practically had a room on retainer in the luxury boutique hotel five minutes down the street. He was certainly on a first-name basis with everyone who worked there.

Brick rubbed his eyes, wishing he hadn’t caved to his teammates’ insistence he party with them, but he’d never been one to turn down a chance to raise hell. Staying home was never an option. Brick had a reputation to maintain, and he needed his people, probably more than they needed him. After all, if he wasn’t fun-loving, beer-guzzling Brick, people wouldn’t like him. Even worse, he might have to spend time alone with only himself for company, and he probably wouldn’t like what he found. Better to be the shallow party boy everyone loved than the introspective, serious guy everyone avoided.

The doorbell rang, rescuing Brick from a rare and unwelcome moment of personal reflection. He frowned. He wasn’t expecting anyone, and he didn’t encourage uninvited guests. None of his hookups had a clue where he lived, and his teammates rarely visited because of the frigid temps, except Rush. His teammate was from Russia and didn’t notice how chilly Brick kept his condo.

This person couldn’t be his buddy, though. Rush would still be passed out after a night of partying. He needed eight to ten hours of sleep, unlike Brick’s three- to four-hour requirement.

Perplexed, Brick took two steps toward the door and paused. Usually, he had no qualms opening the door bare-ass naked, but some sixth sense stopped him this time.

“Just a minute,” he shouted, and strolled to the master bedroom. He dug around for a pair of sweats and a T-shirt.

Walking back to the entryway, he looked in the peephole and saw nothing. His condo door opened to the outside, rather than into a hallway with a secure entry. That’d never bothered him before. He could handle himself in a fight. Yet something felt off. Those same instincts that alerted him where the puck was when he couldn’t see it clanged warnings in his head.

With his hand on the doorknob, he hesitated. Frowning, he glanced around for a weapon. An umbrella leaned against the wall. He grabbed it, then yanked open the door.

Staring into the rainy Seattle afternoon, he saw nothing until he looked down.

A little girl with long dark hair and huge brown eyes like an anime character rested her tiny hands on her hips and stared boldly up at him. He stared back, then glanced around for the mother. Tensing, he expected a gang of home invaders to emerge from the dreariness and force their way into his house. He saw nothing, except an old Toyota barreling out of the private parking area and down the street.

What the fuck?

“Are you lost?” he asked the little girl.

She shook her head, still staring, as if she expected something from him. “Are you Mr. Brick?”

“Yeah,” he said uneasily.

“Daddy!” She launched herself at him, displaying incredible strength for one so small. He staggered back against the wall as she grabbed on to his leg and hugged him tightly. Brick managed to regain his balance and extricated his leg from her tight grip. Placing his hands on her thin shoulders, he held her at arm’s length.

Daddy? A shot of fear stronger than the hundred-proof vodka he’d indulged in last night burned down his throat.

“Where’s your mother?” His uneasy feeling dialed up higher.

“In heaven.” The little girl’s expression flipped from happiness to sadness faster than the flick of a light switch. She picked up a raggedy doll and hugged it to her.

Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck.

“Uh, okay. I’m sorry to hear that. Where do you live?”

She craned her head around him and looked into his house. “With you.”

He felt as though he’d been dropped into the twilight zone. “With me?” he croaked.

“Yes, with you.” She nodded with absolute certainty.

“Uh, I don’t know who put you up to this, but I don’t have any kids.” This had to be a scam to get money out of him. Or one of his teammates had concocted an elaborate joke. Once again, he looked for an adult skulking near the stairs.

“Yes, you do.” She narrowed her eyes and studied him, scowling as if she’d found him lacking. She held out an envelope. It was smudged and wrinkled as if it’d been clutched in her hands for a long time. He stared at it, not wanting to take it and feeling as if the bottom was about to drop out of his charmed life.

She shoved it toward him, and Brick accepted it with a shaking hand. He ripped open the envelope and pulled out a coffee-stained piece of paper.

Mr. Bricker,

I’m dying of cancer, and my granddaughter is all I have left. Her mother has gone to heaven, and that’s on you. I only have a short while left to live. By the time you get this, I’ll be dead. I don’t want Macy in foster care. I have asked a friend to deliver her to your house upon my death.

She is your daughter, and she deserves to have all the things you can afford to give her. Please take care of her and love her. You owe us that.

Sincerely,

Sue

He scowled. This had to be a scam. “How old are you?”

“Five.”

He did the math quickly in his head. He’d been playing on a major junior team in Vancouver, his hometown around the time she’d been conceived, and he hadn’t lacked female companionship.

He thought back six years but couldn’t recall anyone who stood out, not that his lack of memory meant anything. He couldn’t recall the names of the women he slept with last night, either. And he’d spent a lot of his late teens and early twenties in a drunken haze on non-game nights.

He read the letter again, stumbling over the sentence her mother has gone to heaven, and that’s on you. On him? Why would this stranger’s death be on him? Had she been some crazy stalker fan who’d committed suicide? Surely he’d have heard about it. At the least, his agent would’ve told him.

Her accusation probably meant nothing. He was reading too much into it.

He ran his hand through his close-cropped hair and blew out a sigh. He needed to call his attorney and his agent immediately. They’d know what to do.

In the meantime, what the fuck did he do? He didn’t want a kid. They were okay, and he got along fine with them at signings and shit like that, but he wasn’t father material. Thank God, she probably wasn’t his.

Though he had to admit, there was a resemblance, which made his blood run cold. Really cold. She looked like pictures he’d seen of his sister at that age. And those eyes… Damn, those huge eyes could melt the most strongly barricaded heart.

“Uh, why don’t you come in while we straighten this out?”

She nodded and tried to lug a battered suitcase as large as her inside. Brick took it, and she ran ahead of him, dragging the doll by one arm.

She stopped and surveyed the living room. Frowning, she hugged herself and shivered. “You can’t afford heat, either?” she asked.

“Huh?”

“My granna couldn’t afford heat so it was always cold in her house, too.”

“I, uh, can afford heat.” He was at a loss for words.

“I’m cold.” Her lower lip puffed out in an unmistakable pout. She was a demanding little thing.

“I’ll fix that.” Brick hurried to the thermostat before she could do something scarier than shit, like throw a tantrum or, heaven help him, cry. He raised the temp from fifty-five to seventy and also turned on the gas fireplace.

“Thank you.” She sounded so adult, as if she’d lived ten lifetimes in five years. Brick didn’t form connections with people, not real ones, but something about her tugged at a deeply hidden vulnerability he hadn’t known he had.

Walking to the massive stone fireplace on one wall, she sat on the hearth as it flared to life. Brick wiped his brow, overheating already.

“What’s your last name, honey?” he asked, hopeful this could all be cleared up with a few phone calls.

“Bricker, like yours.”

“What about your granna? What was her name?”

“Granna.”

Sighing, he reached for his cell. “Wait right here. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

“Are you going to send me away?”

He froze in midstride. “I—uh—uh—” There went that tug again, harder this time, even a little painful.

“Granna said you would take care of me, but I didn’t believe her. No one wanted me but Granna and Mommy. Now they’re both gone.”

This was getting worse and worse. Brick didn’t need this complication in his footloose-and-fancy-free life. But he couldn’t send the child to foster care. He’d never been in foster care himself, but he’d had friends who were, and he wouldn’t wish that fate on anyone.

“I’ll be right back.”

She gazed up at him, clutching her doll to her chest. Tears filled her luminous eyes, and one dribbled down her cheek.

The tug turned into a hard yank.

Oh, crap.

Before he did something stupid, he hurried to the bedroom, dialing his phone as he walked. His agent shared his time between Seattle, where he had a huge number of clients, and sunny California. Just so happened he was in Seattle right now.

“Al,” he said before Al could get one word in.

“Ah, Brick, my man. What’s up?”

“I have a fucking problem.”

“You always have fucking problems. What psycho woman did you piss off now?”

“I wish it were that simple.”

Al started laughing as if he were looking forward to Brick’s pain.

“Get your ass over here. I need you.”

Brick didn’t wait for an answer and hung up. He sank onto the edge of his bed and buried his head in his hands, suddenly feeling much older than his twenty-six years.

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When Brick returned to his living room, Macy was running around his kitchen island, arms outstretched as she unraveled a roll of paper towels while making barking sounds. She skittered around him, yapping like the obnoxious poodle his aunt Hazel once had. The sound grated on his nerves, which were already frayed.

“Stop.”

She didn’t stop, only raised her voice until the barking neared ear-splitting decibels. He prayed Al showed up soon and rescued him from this particular hell.

The doorbell rang, and he bolted, tripping over the paper towels wrapped around his legs. Macy was one step ahead of him. Right before his eyes she transformed from a one-child wrecking crew to a sweet little princess with a cherubic smile.

She yanked open the door. “Hi,” she shouted in her piercing little-girl voice. “I’m Macy. Do you want to have a tea party with me and Daddy and Simone?” She raised the doll upward in one hand.

Al’s eyebrows shot all the way to his hairline. A slow, devious smirk spread across the bastard’s face. “Daddy?”

“I, uh, uh.”

Al laughed and knelt in front of the little girl. “Hey, honey, I’m Al. I’d love to play with you and Simone, but your daddy and I have a few things to discuss. Do you think you could sit over there like a good little girl and watch TV for a few minutes?”

“Okay.” She skipped to the couch. “How do you turn it on?”

Brick let out a sigh and flipped on his eighty-inch UHD flat screen. He scrolled through the channels until he found a children’s station, then quickly retreated to the relative safety of the kitchen.

“You gotta help me.”

Al grinned a toothy, wholly unsympathetic grin. “You think? I’m your agent, not your babysitter.”

Brick glared at him. “She’s not my child.”

“She thinks she is.” Al was entirely too amused.

“I need your help. I’m desperate. I can’t have a kid here.”

Al chuckled and glanced at Macy, who was singing along to the TV. “Care to explain what’s going on? You were childless when I talked to you yesterday.”

Brick filled him in, ignoring the bastard’s growing amusement. “Here’s the note.”

Al looked it over with a shrewd agent’s eye. “Interesting. Any idea who the mother might be?”

“You’re shitting me, right?” Brick growled, forcing himself to keep his frustration at bay and his voice low.

“It might be an important part of the puzzle.”

“Can’t you find out where she came from? I pay you to clean up my messes.”

“Not enough.” Al threw back his head and laughed.

“This isn’t funny. You gotta help me.” Brick’s gaze was drawn to the little girl sitting on his couch singing to her doll. His gut clenched, and he swiped at his sweaty brow.

“Okay, I’ll get my PI friend on this. Find out any existing relatives. See if I can get a picture of the mother. We’ll run a DNA test, but that’ll take time.” Al switched into troubleshooting agent mode, even though his mouth still twitched with amusement.

“I don’t have time. The regular season is under way. I have a road trip in two days, and I can’t have a kid living here.”

“It’s not like she’s a stray cat you can dump off at an animal shelter.” Al pointed out the obvious and drew a well-deserved scowl from Brick. “And most likely she is yours. She looks like you.”

Brick scowled all the more. “I always wear a condom.”

“Condoms fail.”

“I can’t believe we’re having this conversation.” Brick groaned and dropped his ass onto a dining room chair. He searched his memory, trying to recall any condom malfunctions. Yeah, there had been a few incidents during bouts of rambunctious sex, but he couldn’t begin to remember those women’s faces.

Al sat across from him. “Let’s see what the DNA test says. If she’s not yours, we’ll call Child Protective Services.”

“And if she’s mine?”

His agent’s smirk was downright annoying. “Then welcome to the world of the single dad.”

“What the fuck do I do with her in the meantime?” Brick scrubbed his hands over his face. He couldn’t believe this was happening. He lived a charmed life. Everything always went his way.

“For starters, clean up your language.” Al snorted and leaned back in his chair.

“I can’t take care of a kid. I have a life. I play hockey. I’m gone half the season.”

“Real-world problems, my man. Real-world problems.”

“You’re not helping any.”

“Since when do my duties involve family matters? Be lucky you only have one—so far.”

Brick shuddered. “Don’t say that.”

Al snickered and winked. “Good luck. I’ll call your attorney, make sure housing this child is legal and all.” He stood and headed for the door.

Brick leaped to his feet and followed him. “You can’t leave me like this.”

Al waved at the little girl, completely engrossed in some kid’s show. “Bye, Macy.”

She waved back. “Bye, Uncle Al.”

“Uncle Al?” This kid was making way too many presumptions.

“I like the sound of that.” Al opened the door. “You’d better get cracking. You have a road trip in two days.”

“Where am I going to find a nanny in two days?” Brick groaned. He’d always avoided responsibility outside the rink, and an instant child was way too much responsibility.

“I noticed a day care a few blocks down the street. Ask them.” With those parting words, Al left Brick to fend for himself.

Glancing at the child, Brick considered his options. She smiled at him, and he swallowed around an odd lump. He managed a smile back.

He could dial his mother. She’d know what to do. She’d probably travel from Vancouver tomorrow and take this kid off his hands. His stepfather, Rick, wouldn’t mind. He loved kids. If only his mother had married him while Brick had still been living at home, maybe his teen years wouldn’t have sucked so much.

Brick slunk into the kitchen so Macy couldn’t hear him. “Mom?”

“Hi, honey, how are you?”

“I’m not so good.”

“Oh God, Marty, what did you do now?”

“I didn’t do anything. Not exactly.” He hedged, trying to come up with a way to break this to his mother. He decided on honesty and ran through the entire story. When he finished, silenced reigned.

“Mom?”

“I’m a grandmother?”

He couldn’t tell if she was pleased or pissed. “I’m not sure. We need to do a DNA test.”

“Who leaves a child on a stranger’s doorstep and disappears?” His mother sounded indignant.

“I don’t know. That’s the least of my worries. I need help. I have a road trip coming up. Could you come to Seattle tomorrow and get her?”

Another long silence.

“Mom?” He wasn’t feeling too good about his odds right now.

She blew out a long-suffering sigh only his mother could produce. “It pains me to say this, but no.”

“What?” Surely he hadn’t heard her correctly.

“You heard me, young man. Did you forget Rick and I are leaving in a few hours for a month and a half in Europe?”

“Uh, yeah.” He hated to admit he’d forgotten. He’d been so focused on his surprise, he’d spaced on their trip.

She sighed. “You’re not the only person in this world with plans, Marty.” As if he hadn’t heard that before.

“I know.”

“I agree. With your schedule and not having a wife or steady girlfriend, it’d be next to impossible to raise a young child. Let me discuss this with Rick, and we’ll see what we can do when we get back, assuming she’s yours. This problem is your responsibility for now.” Leave it to his mother to be pragmatic about the situation.

“But—”

“I have to go now. I’ll call you in a few days and see how you’re doing. I can’t wait to see my granddaughter when we get back.” The phone went dead.

Brick felt a tug on his sweats.

“I’m hungry.” The little girl looked up at him with the biggest, most innocent cocker spaniel eyes, and who could resist a cocker spaniel? His hardened heart cracked a little, and he shored it up with mental duct tape. He wouldn’t fall prey to this child. She couldn’t stay with him.

He tried another number. His sister would help. All he had to do was text her a picture, and she’d fall in love, as she did with every stray animal.

Nona answered. “Hey, Brick, to what do I owe the pleasure?”

“How’s my favorite sister?”

“I’m your only sister. What’s up?”

“Just called to see how you were.”

“No, you didn’t.”

He was guilty as charged of calling his sister only when he needed something. Brick pulled out all the stops. “Ah, Nona, seriously. What’s wrong with me wanting to have a conversation with my sister?”

“Nothing’s wrong with it other than you never call me just to talk, so fess up, Marty.”

Brick groaned. “Okay, I admit it. I need your help. Desperately.”

“Oh, really.” He could hear her devious wheels turning as she calculated what he might possibly be calling for and how she could use it to her advantage in their friendly, ongoing sibling rivalry.

“Yeah, really,” he said gloomily.

“Daddy, can I have some milk?” The little urchin stared up at him with pleading eyes.

“Daddy? Did I hear that right?” His sister’s voice came through loud and clear, as did the restrained laughter. “Is that your problem?”

“Yeah, found her on my doorstep this afternoon.”

“Are you kidding?”

Brick made his way to the refrigerator and poured Macy a glass of milk. She thanked him and returned to her TV. Certain she was occupied, he relayed the story to his sister, who was dying of laughter by the time he’d finished. Why people found his predicament so hilariously funny was beyond him.

“And what do you expect me to do?”

“Come and get her. I have a road trip in two days.”

“Oh, no, you don’t. You’re the one who can’t keep it in your pants. Welcome to adulthood, baby brother. I’m in graduate school. I don’t have time for a child. And Mom’s leaving on her trip.”

“I know,” he answered grumpily.

Nona erupted with more laughter. The women in his family had no appreciation for the dilemma he was in. “You could always call Dad and Liz. You know how touchy-feely our beloved stepmother is.”

Brick shuddered. He knew all right. The woman could melt a hole in an ice rink with one glare. As desperate as he was, he’d never subject a child—any child—to that cold, calculating bitch.

“Never mind. I’ll deal with this myself.” He sighed and disconnected the phone, his sister’s laughter still ringing in his ears.

Macy yawned, and Brick realized with a guilty start she’d probably had a long, tiring day, even though it was early evening.

“Time for bed.”

“I don’t want to go to bed.” She screwed her face up into a nasty scowl worthy of Ice, the Sockeyes’ surly defenseman.

“Sorry, but you need some rest.” He was so not cut out for this parenting shit. He could leave her to her own devices. He was tired, even if she wasn’t. He must be getting old. Partying all night never used to wear him out, but last night’s binge had taken a toll.

“No.” She crossed her arms over her chest and stuck out her little chin. Her belligerence wore on his patience.

“Please, Macy, it’s been a long day for both of us.”

They stared each other down, but she was out of her league. He could stare down the best of them.

Finally, she looked away and stuck out her lower lip, which quivered. “Okay.”

Brick didn’t give her a chance to change her mind. He grabbed the suitcase and led her to the guest room. He showed her the adjoining bathroom.

She stood near the bed and rubbed her eyes. Her attitude had dissipated, leaving a scared little girl so alone in the cold, cruel world.

Brick stood in the doorway, praying she didn’t cry. “Do you need help getting ready for bed?”

She shoved her knuckles in her mouth and shook her head.

“Okay, well then, good night.” Drawn by emotions he couldn’t begin to explain, Brick crossed the room, knelt down, and gave her a hug. Her little arms went stiffly around his neck. He blinked several times, finding his eyesight a little blurry.

Sitting back on his haunches, he held her shoulders. “It’ll all be okay. I promise.”

She sniffed and nodded, gazing at him with disbelieving brown eyes. Not liking how close to the surface his own feelings were, he rose to his feet.

“Good night.” Her little voice wavered, and Brick got the hell out of there. He turned down the heat, stripped off his clothes, and crawled into bed. He sank into the welcoming mattress and closed his eyes. Only sleep didn’t come.

He was an asshole. A big asshole. Instead of comforting this scared child who’d been abandoned on his doorstep, he’d run like a coward. Sure, he’d hugged her, but he could’ve done more.

Brick stared into the darkness for God knew how long. Finally, he got out of bed, threw on a robe, and walked down the hall to the guest bedroom. He listened at the door and heard nothing. Cracking it open, he peeked inside. Macy lay under the covers, her doll clutched tightly to her. Her eyes were shut.

He walked closer and stared down at the cherubic face. She was a pretty little thing and would be a beauty by her teens, requiring her father to sit on the front porch with a shotgun to scare off the boys. He shuddered at the thought, not because he’d pictured himself hefting that gun, but because he knew what teenage boys were capable of.

He reached down and brushed a stray lock of hair from her cheek. Tenderness welled up in his chest, leaving him momentarily incapacitated. When she’d thrown her arms around him and called him Daddy, he’d lost his sanity for a split second and almost wished it were true. But it wasn’t, and he wasn’t fit to be any child’s father.

Brick backed away, fighting a surprising paternal urge to care for and protect this child.

What the fuck was wrong with him?

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USA Today Bestselling Author Jami Davenport writes sexy contemporary and sports romances, including her two new indie endeavors: the Game On in Seattle Series and the Madrona Island Series. Jami’s new releases consistently rank in the top fifty on the sports romance and sports genre lists on Amazon, and she has hit the Amazon top hundred authors list in both contemporary romance and genre fiction multiple times. Jami ranked Number Seven on Kobo’s Top Ten Most Completed Authors, an honor bestowed on the year’s “most engaging” authors based on an average page completion rate by their readers.

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Okay, let’s talk real for a minute. I am always talking about how much I love one book and another. How the story has “The Feels”. Redefining Us is a story like no other!! Take an emotional journey with Xander and Willow! The Feels will stay with you and you heart will need to be put back together after you reach the end!!!

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Xander Dixon was my best friend.
Loyal and dependable.
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Xander’s unwelcome silence haunted me for three years…
Until he suddenly resurfaces.
Blinded by misplaced fury.
Trapped in a pool of darkness.
Unable to escape the perpetual pain.

Though it would be easy to walk away, I refuse to give up on him.
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Pain.

Debilitatingain is all I feel as I attempt to keep my emotions in check. Saying goodbye to my best friend was never a thought I entertained. Now it’s my reality.

“Wills.” His voice takes on a pleading tone as he stares into my tear filled eyes. “Please don’t make this harder for me than it already is.” He continues to look at me as the saltwater drips down my cheeks.

“I’m sorry, X, but you have no idea how difficult life will be here without you.” I can’t catch my breath as the hysteria threatens to take over. I try to take deep inhales between puffs of pitiful exhales.

He presses his forehead to mine and I don’t think he understands how much that involuntary, ingrained move means to me at that moment. Xander is one of the greats and I’m about to lose him.

“Promise me,” I begin in a begging voice. “Swear to me that you’ll come back and everything will be the same.”

“Willow Shae, I could never stay away from you longer than necessary, so you don’t even have to ask. But yes, I promise and swear I will be back as soon as possible to return to our regularly scheduled friendship.”

With that remark, he has me cracking a smile. Even through the tears. Gosh, I will miss this man.

“Will you write me? Does that sound cheesy? I see it in all the old time movies and I always wanted to say it.” Maybe it is the dreamy lilt to my voice that has his lips quirking into a smile.

“Wills, I will write you every chance I get and I expect the same. Now, give me a hug that means everything you feel because I won’t see you for at least a year.” His eyebrows crease with that devastating blow, even though I’d heard that timeline before. I can tell he’s still very worried about how I’m feeling based on the telling nonverbal cues radiating off him.

We embrace easily, like so many times before, yet this is different. His hands linger on my hips before settling on the middle of my back. His breath holds until he blows it slowly across my neck. His eyes find my gaze like he had more to say than his voice would allow. I indulge these rare affections and give a few curve balls of my own.

“I’ll miss you every day, Xander. I will never go a single moment without a thought of you. Best friend or not, you mean more to me than any other person in this world. Please be careful. I will be waiting for you.” I pull away before he’s able to reply. I can’t stand to further delay this inevitable separation.

Xander looks down at me once more before picking up his pack and hoisting it over his shoulder. Then he tosses out the toughest blow ever dealt.

“When I am having a bad day, or we get into brutal battle, or a friend gets hurt, or… just something awful happens, I will think of your smile because it always makes me happy.”

Then he turns and walks toward the airline gate.

This was it. I have to tell him. It is now or never. As he passes through the threshold, I gain my courage.

“Xander!” I scream. He turns around immediately and looks startled by my outburst. It’s then I realize he had planned to keep walking until I called out. I can’t lay out my heart then just watch him leave.

Instead of telling him exactly how I feel, I blow him a kiss. Maybe for good luck or maybe for all the kisses I wish we had actually shared. He catches it and smiles. Then continues on his way.

Xander is much braver than I am, he’s an amazing man, and he will make our country proud. But my most forefront thought is worry that I will never get to tell him how much I love him.

 

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Crystal’s BookWorld Blog Review!! Not in My Wildest Dreams by Jamie Hollins is now available!!

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It really sucks to be in love with someone who sees you as nothing more than a friend. Darcy Owens knows this from personal experience. From the moment she met Sean McKenna as a shy ten-year-old, he’s owned her heart. So when he asks for her help with an important construction project, she can’t say no.

Building a boutique hotel on Boston’s waterfront is a career-making opportunity, and Sean needs Darcy’s interior design expertise. She’s incredibly talented, and there is no one he trusts more. He knows he can always count on his childhood friend, but doesn’t know why he’s thinking about her tight skirts and blue eyes instead of tight deadlines and blueprints.

When Sean and Darcy’s excitement about their work turns into an entirely different kind of excitement, it’s a sexy surprise. But they soon realize that building a new relationship is more challenging than building a new hotel, especially when life-long habits and old insecurities create cracks in the foundation.

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Not in My Wildest Dreams just rocked!! This story is about Sean and Darcy. You remember them from book one in the Mckenna series. Sean is Ewan’s cousin, and Darcy is Qunn’s best friend/roommate. In the first book, you know that these two had something from the start. They have known each other since they were kids. I liked that this story brings the characters back together. Jamie Hollins has made this book fun, flirty, sexy, and gives it the right amount of drama.

Darcy had a rough start from when she was a child. She holds near and dear a dark secret from her past. Sean has always been the “clown” of the family. Always cracking the jokes, and always trying to lighten the mood. He can have the crowd laughing. Now is the time he needs to be an adult. He has made partner within the company he interned for, and has his Masters Degree. He has always been so consumed with the goings and comings that he never realized what he has in Darcy was always more than friendship.

This story about two people trying to figure their life together and has you full of hope as a reader. Sean and Darcy can be bullheaded, clueless, and sometimes inconsiderate of each other. But they love fiercely. This book can be read as a stand alone, but if you read the first book, you will have a better background knowledge of the characters within the story. The McKenna men will rock your world and take your breath away! This was a great story and I can not wait for the next book with James and Megan’s story.. I am so curious where their story will take us! I give this story a 4.5 star rating!

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Jamie Hollins was born and raised in rural Northeast Ohio. After graduate school, she embarked on a perilous career in Human Resources where she met plenty of real life characters. When she’s not writing or chasing after her toddler, she enjoys reading and golfing. Jamie lives in Pennsylvania with her husband, son, and their dog, Winston.

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THE EVOLUTION OF IVY: POISON
by LAUREN CAMPBELL
Cover Designer: Murphy Rae of Indie Solutions
Editor: Madison Seidler
Genre: Contemporary Romance with Psychological element
PUBLICATION DATE: Jan 30th 2017
 
 
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“They won’t recognize the new me.
But they know the old me well—the me she harmed, and the me he loved.
She thinks she has him. But I’m going to take him back.
He thinks she’s the one. But I’m going to show him he’s wrong.
I thought it was over. But now I have a chance.”
 
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 ‘Bringing the mug to my lips, the last drop of lukewarm coffee slides down my throat as the waitress zips by. I sigh, my hand halting in midair before coming to rest on the table again. I can’t do much of anything without coffee. Can hardly remember my old name without the heavenly liquid, much less my new one. If I’m going to craft any sort of decent plan to get Brooks back, I’ll need a refill.
Despite her Facebook telling me she frequents this place, Eliza is still MIA. Perhaps she isn’t eating. Maybe she’ll starve to death. But Lord knows I’ve eaten plenty for the both of us. I’m unwilling to get fat waiting on her, but the smells of freshly cracked eggs and crisping bacon prevent me from simply having a coffee. The breakfast aromas must drift far from the building, because all the self-important losers of Brookhaven keep packing the place like sardines. I’ll give it until the end of the week before coming up with another plan. Which would suck, because—
Holy. Shit.
There she is. A crown of blonde shifting nervously from foot to foot at the front door. Two douchebags engage her, because she’s pretty—okay, beautiful … whatever. Raised brows and sly smiles adorn their faces. She rolls her eyes. Raises a hand to flaunt the rock that should be on my finger instead. Stubborn, they keep trying. She steps to the counter, shakes her head at the staff, then shrugs in exasperation. A whoosh of hair as she spins around, heading for the door.
Every day until the wedding is precious. I can’t let her go. Without thinking it through, I bolt from the table. My feet are quick as I beeline for her, and then fingertips finally connect with her shoulder. “Hey!”
She spins, blue eyes staring at my own. Unable to speak, I stare back. I’m afraid, terrified she will recognize me, even though she couldn’t. It’s impossible. I don’t even resemble Ivy.”
 
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An avid reader since early childhood, Lauren discovered her love for writing several years into owning a successful newborn photography business. After reaching out to author Colleen Hoover in 2013 for advice, Lauren painstakingly pieced together a heap of garbage loosely based on her personal life that she decided to trash. After one year of being on hiatus, Lauren subsequently came up with the idea for Poison after being inspired by a photo on the internet. She wrote Poison in three weeks. It is not a heap of garbage, has no personal ties, and is filled with characters Lauren cares more for than some of the real people in her life. But don’t tell anyone that.

Lauren’s social life is pretty boring, but she loves reading, coffee & hot tea, and living in her pajamas. She’s a glutton for punishment, and regrettably signs up for things like Room Mom in her children’s classes, leaving her up all night doing things like baking dozens of cookies between swear words. Her favorite food is avocado. If she could, she’d find a way to put it on everything.

Lauren is done writing in third person now.

 
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