Are you all ready for Dr. Neuro? He is HOT AF and ready to see you now :) I enjoyed the docuseries and loved Nick to the fullest. Check out my review and book info <3 You know if the book is written by Max Monroe, you are in for a helluva ride!

My Thoughts on the book……

5 Star Review!!

Is it really over? I really loved the St. Luke Docuseries! I will admit I love everything that Max Monroe writes. I am addicted to their writing and I have been anticipating Nick’s (Dr. Neuro) story. I knew from the previous books he comes off as a serious and no fun kind of guy. But once we are allowed inside his head, you will see all along that he is not a bad guy. He is ready to “adult” and be the best he can be. He has a very special little lady to thank for that.

Charlotte is by far one of my favorite heroine. She did good making sure Nick knew what her intentions were. I was shocked with the forwardness for a few seconds, then hollering and rooting for her to go for it. This lade will make you laugh hard. At first I felt that their relationship was to easy going. Once I had made that comment, a lot of twists and turns happened and I was hooked to this book. Charlotte shows us she has a heart of gold and backbone made of steel.

The Docuseries make these doctors seem like they play the field. Nick was quite the opposite. He loves hard and true. And oh when those sexy scenes unfold, you are amazed and shiver along. Dr. Neuro was thrilling, sexy, and a lot drama! Get this book and if you have not started this series, you need to asap!

Let me show what the hype is all about Dr. Neuro!

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Blurb:

 I’m Dr. Nick Raines.

Brain surgeon and notorious over-thinker, I take the analytical approach with everything, until I can determine the best, carefully calculated plan of action. It’s no shock the producers of the popular reality series The Doctor Is In have decided to call me Dr. Neurotic.   

 Besides my more than full-time job as Chief of Neurosurgery at St. Luke’s Hospital, I’m a single dad and my number one priority is my daughter.     

 But life had plans to add another priority to my list.

Charlotte Hollis. Outspoken, impulsive, and beautiful, she’s everything I didn’t know I was craving.

 She makes me wonder What if?

 What if I don’t have to be alone for the rest of my life to give my little girl the father she deserves?

It’s a battle—my battle: Head vs. Heart. 

I really love this book and series! So what are you waiting for? Buy the book today!

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I love this Disclaimer from Max Monroe:

Disclaimer:  

The heroine of this novel just might threaten to slap you with a d*ck if you don’t like her…or if she doesn’t like you.

Disclaimer for the disclaimer: Theoretically, we support this. Physically, we do not. Direct all fictional lawsuits to Charlotte Hollis directly.

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I love reading Lila Monroe RomCom books! I am so happy Bet Me is FREE for a limited time. So get those clickers ready and enjoy this freebie <3

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Bet Me

“The only thing more humiliating than a guy falling asleep face-down in my crotch would be if he died there… Oh my god, is he DEAD?”

All I wanted was little old-fashioned romance. After a parade of Tinder disasters who think chivalry is giving me a pearl necklace on the first date, I made a pledge: until guys step up their game, this girl is off the market.

But one bottle of chardonnay later, and my drunken rant has gone viral. I’m the most famous person NOT having sex since the Jonas Brothers put on their purity rings. A men’s magazine has even put a bounty on my (ahem) maidenhead: fifty Gs to whoever makes me break the drought.

Be careful what you wish for… Now my office looks like an explosion in a Hallmark factory, I’ve got guys lining up to sweep me off my feet – and the one man I want is most definitely off-limits. Jake Weston is a player through and through. He’s also the only one who sees through the mayhem to the real me, but how can I trust he’s not just out to claim the glory?

And how will I make it through the strike without scratching the itch – especially when that itch looks so damn good out of his suit?

The thrill of the chaste has never been so sexy in the hilarious, hot new romantic read from the Amazon bestselling author of GET LUCKY and THE BILLIONAIRE BARGAIN.

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PRAISE FOR BET ME:

“Lizzie and Jake are quite possibly the cutest, most infuriating couple you will ever come across. These two are stubborn, feisty, and hilarious. BET ME was a sexy, laugh out loud romance that had me on the edge of my seat.” – Shayna Renee’s Spicy Reads

 

“This book was utterly hilarious. There were so many laugh out loud moments that I had to keep setting the story down to recover from my giggle fits.”  – Christy, goodreads.com

 

“Hilariously funny, sweet and sexy. It had it all.” – For the Love of Books Blog

 

“This author is blessed with a great sense of humour which she incorporates into her stories. Her writing is impeccable and funny, full of surprises and also has that touch of angst that keeps you turning the pages to find out what is going to happen to these wonderful characters.” A Book Lover’s Emporium

Release Blitzs: Rule Breaker by Lily Morton releases today!!!! Check out this amazing RomCom M/M Romance book today!

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Is it really wrong to want to murder your boss?

Dylan has worked for Gabe for two years. Two long years of sarcastic comments. Two long years of insults, and having to redo the coffee pot four times in the mornings to meet his exacting standards.

Not surprisingly he has devoted a lot of time to increasingly inventive ways to murder Gabe. From stabbing him with a cake fork, to garrotting him with his expensive tie, Dylan has thought of everything.cover

However, a chance encounter opens his eyes to the attraction that has always lain between them, concealed by the layers of antipathy. There are only two problems – Gabe is still a bastard, and he makes wedding planners look like hardened pessimists.

But what happens when Dylan starts to see the real Gabe? What happens when he starts to fall in love with the warm, wary man that he sees glimpses of as the days pass?

Because Gabe is still the same commitment shy, cold man that he’s always been, or is he? Has Dylan had the same effect on Gabe, and has his solid gold rule of no commitment finally been broken? With his heart taken Dylan desperately needs to know, but will he get hurt trying to find the answers?

From the author of ‘The Summer of Us’ comes another scorchingly hot romantic comedy, showing what happens between two men when rules get broken.

 

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Available on KU!!

 

About the Author

Lily lives in sunny England with her husband and two children, all of whom claim that they haven’t had a proper conversation with her since she got her Kindle.
She has spent her life with her head full of daydreams, and decided one day to just sit down and start writing about them. In the process she discovered that she actually loved writing, because how else would she get to spend her time with hot rock stars?
She loves chocolate and Baileys and the best of all creations – Chocolate Baileys! 

 

  We’re celebrating the release of  TWISTED TWOSOME by Meghan Quinn! Check out the excerpt below!

 

 

 

TWISTED TWOSOME
NA Romantic Comedy

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From the first day I met Racer McKay, I knew our interaction was going to be incredibly brief. First impressions really do matter and unfortunately, I didn’t make a very good one.At the time, I didn’t think much of it. I was never going to see this man again, right?

Wrong! When I’m met with the opportunity of a lifetime, there is only one man in the state of New York who can assist me. And can you guess who it is?

But what I don’t realize is he needs me just as much as I need him. I have money he’s desperate for, and he holds the key to making my dreams come true.

So, we reluctantly join forces.

Our pranks turn from sarcastic banter, to sexual tension and lust-filled glances. Bickering matches quickly morph into slow burn moments. We’re hot, we’re cold. We push and pull. I need him, I don’t want him. We’re on the verge of combusting with an agreement dangling dangerously between us. Neither one of us can afford to lose one another and yet, we’re finding it quite hard to decipher the line that rests between love and hate.

*Twisted Twosome is a stand alone romantic comedy.

Excerpt One (Long)

Excerpt:

**RACER**
Why is it so goddamn drafty in here? I grip my hammer in my hand, my tool belt riding low on my hips, and my stereotypical construction hat rests on my head as I finish up the project I was hired to do.
Taking a quick look around, I search the bedroom, looking for an open window or AC vent that’s blowing a cold breeze right against my dick and sac, making it almost impossible to look semi-decent in this scrap of fabric.
“Mmm, I think you forgot a nail on the ground over there,” says the throaty, smoke-filled voice of Mrs. Sage, who is lying across her chaise lounge, wearing a silky pink robe that is barely tied around her waist. She makes it her mission to show me as much skin as possible, and as we’re talking about skin showing . . .
I bend down to pick up the nail she’s pointing at as the thin strip of man thong material rides higher up my ass crack than I care to admit.
Let’s pause for a second.
Are you wondering to yourself, is Racer really wearing a man thong as he finishes building a solid oak shelf?
The answer is yes. Yes, I am.
I’m Racer McKay, and I wear man thongs for older, rich women while I work on simple projects around their houses. Excuse me, I mean mansions.
Don’t worry. Yes, I’m also very much ashamed to admit the level I’ve stooped to in order to make some cash. I have my pride, but right now, when I’m offered three hundred dollars more to build a shelf in a man thong, I’m choosing to seize the opportunity.
Self-respect was thrown out the window two years ago when a pile of bills and responsibilities were thrust in my direction without any preparation or warning. Making money is as vital as breathing to me, so I will take it any way I can get it.
Cue the man thong.
“Oh, you’re right. Here it is,” I say, holding up the nail. “Thanks for the help, Mrs. Sage. I would hate to see you hurt yourself from my lack of attention to detail.”
She waves me off and puffs her chest toward me, her robe slipping farther apart, showing the cleavage of a very saggy pair of breasts. I’ve seen my fair share of boobs, and even though I don’t mingle sex with work, I can’t help but want Mrs. Sage to remove the robe just so I can see what she has hidden under the silky fabric.
How saggy are we talking here?
I’m interested for exploratory reasons, for knowledge about every kind of breast out there. Because right now, Mrs. Sage looks like she’s rocking a pair of pancakes that have been flattened by a steamroller.
“You would just have to nurse me back to health if that happened.” Her finger trails up her varicose veined leg to her geriatric hip. I hold back the shiver that wants to spin up my spine.
All I can say is . . . can’t unsee that.
I nervously laugh and tuck my hammer into its holster. “Not much of a nurse, Mrs. Sage. I might hurt you even more.”
“I don’t mind getting hurt.” She starts to spread her legs and that’s when I call it a day.
I turn around quickly, snag my jeans, and slip them up and over my legs, struggling around my tool belt. Once things are in place, I remove my hat, put on my shirt, and cover my hair with a backward baseball cap. The peep show is over.
Once dressed, I gather my tools, tuck my construction hat under my arm, and turn to Mrs. Sage. This is my least favorite part, getting the old bird to pay up.
“Leaving already?” She pouts, lipstick on her teeth. 
“Unfortunately, I have another engagement I’m running late for.” A lie, but it’s the only way I know to get out of here.
“That’s a shame. I really should book you for a whole day. That way you can’t skirt out of here earlier than I’m ready for.”
She walks out of the den and into the entryway where she opens her purse and pulls out a wad of one-hundred-dollar bills. My brain explodes from the amount of cash in her purse, as if it’s chump change she’s ready to throw around at a parade dedicated to her and her riches.
“What do I owe you? Six hundred?”
Fuck, it’s five hundred, and if I wasn’t a nice guy, I wouldn’t correct her, but I believe in good karma. Especially considering where my bad luck has gotten me—trying to climb my way out of a large debt. I try to put as many good vibes out in the world as possible.
“We actually agreed upon five hundred, Mrs. Sage.”
“Such a bargain.” She flips through her cash, pulls out five bills—damn—and hands them over to me. “Shall I call for my next project?”
I pocket the cash. “Email is best, Mrs. Sage. I always feel awkward taking phone calls at work.”
“Such a hard worker.” She pats my face and leans forward, lips puckered, but I step to the side avoiding an attack from her old-lady lips.
As I depart, I wave my hand in the air and say, “Thanks, Mrs. Sage. I look forward to your next email.”
Out of her reach, I toss my tools in the back of my truck, enter the cab, and place my hands on the steering wheel as I exhale a long pent-up breath.
My boys, Smalls and Tucker, can never hear about today’s side job. There is no way they’ll let me live it down if they knew. I know my two best friends—who I’ve been working with in construction for the last few years—have never had to put on a man thong and bend over for a client multiple times. And hell, if they found out I do—on occasion—I think they would question my sanity.
Although, they’re aware of my struggles and try to help out where they can. Tucker, technically my boss, tries to schedule me as much as possible, but sometimes it doesn’t feel like enough.
From the center console of my beat-up truck, I pull out my phone and see three text messages.
Tucker: At the House of Reardon with Smalls. Come have a drink.
Smalls: Get your ass here.
Adalyn: Have you ever smelled burning skin before? It’s nasty.
I chuckle at the last message. I head toward the bar where Tucker and Smalls are hanging out and do voice text back to Adalyn.
“Try to avoid burning skin, especially on the worksite. I’m taking it you’ve had a fun shift at work today?”
Adalyn is one of my best friends as well. I met her through Tucker’s fiancée, Emma. We spent one night together hanging out and we’ve been inseparable ever since. And before your mind starts racing a mile a minute about how we’re going to get married and have little Radalyn babies, I’m going to cut you off right there. There is nothing going on between us. As Adalyn very honestly told me one night, she has no interest in starting any type of relationship with me since I’m not her type. Although, she said if I want to hang out with my shirt off it would be no problem with her. Such a horny little minx.
My phone rings in my hand. I put it on speaker.
“Addie sweetie pie snookum face.”
“Racee pacey penis breath.” God, I love her humor.
“What have we talked about?” I turn onto a main road, feeling a little more at ease knowing there is a beer in my near future.
“I can call you nicknames just not penis breath,” she says in a monotone voice.
“Correct. I don’t think that’s all that hard to remember.”
“I know,” she sulks, “but ever since you taught me the insult, I want to use it all the time.”
“Call your mom penis breath.”
“Yeah, great idea. Next time my overprotective mom calls, I’ll be sure to call her penis breath. I’m sure she’ll love it.”
I chuckle. “Maybe it’s what your dad calls her in bed.”
“I hate you. I hate you so much right now.”
I full-on belly laugh, the rumble coming from the pit of my stomach. “You started it, Addie.”
She lets out a long breath. “Note to self, don’t call Racer penis breath ever again.”
“I’m glad you learned your lesson.” I turn onto State Route 17 and head toward The House of Reardon. “So what’s going on, burning skin today at the office?”
“No, but I did watch someone get a mole removed and that smelled like absolute carcass. It was nasty.”
“Why did you want to be a nurse again?”
“I don’t know,” she sighs. “Good benefits?”
“Good benefits? I would have sworn you were doing it for the free latex gloves.”
“Well, there is my latex glove obsession,” she says sarcastically. “Ugh, what are you doing tonight?”
“Getting a drink with the boys down at Reardon. What are you doing? Painting those gnarly toes of yours while drinking an entire bottle of peach schnapps?”
“Close, I’m clipping my toenails for you as a gift and drinking peach schnapps. Expect a package at your front door tomorrow.”
“Aw, you shouldn’t have.” I switch lanes and speed down the highway, the froth of the beer calling my name.
“What did you do today?” Adalyn asks, changing the subject. “Were you with Mrs. Sage again?”
Adalyn is the only one who knows about Mrs. Sage and her “requests.” I had to tell someone and Tucker and Smalls were not an option, given I work with them every day. But Adalyn was a safe second. She’s cool and wouldn’t say anything.
“Yeah,” I huff. “It was extra drafty in her house today.”
“Probably to cool down her old-lady hot flashes. Would she still get those at her age?”
“I don’t know.” I get off the exit, thankful I’m only a few minutes away. “You’re the woman and the nurse; you should know a hell of a lot more about hot flashes than I do.”
“Of course you would say that, sexist.”
“Hey,” I shout, seeing the parking lot straight ahead. “You know I’m the first fucking person to celebrate women and their rights. Forgive me if I don’t quite understand your lady parts and the tubes that float around in your lower half. Do you know the intricacies of the penis?”
“As a matter of fact—”
“Scratch that, wrong person to ask.” I put my truck in park, and I’m about to tell Adalyn I have to go when she starts walking toward me. “Well, hello there, pretty girl.”
She smiles and pockets her phone, ending our conversation. Dressed in her scrubs, she opens my door and says, “You drive like a grandpa. Took you long enough.”
I hop out and wrap my arm around her shoulder. “Crashing the dick party?”
“Can’t resist.”
When we enter the bar, we spot Smalls and Tucker immediately. They have a table off to the side with a pitcher in the middle and a plate of nachos. Thank fuck. I’m starving.
I pull out Adalyn’s chair for her, like the gentleman I am, and then spin my chair around so I’m sitting in it backward. “What’s up, men? Mind if the little lady crashes?”
“Only if she can hold her own,” Smalls says, handing her a cup.
“You know I can.” Adalyn winks and starts filling up our glasses with beer.
I pull a large chip dripping of nacho cheese and jalapenos from the center of the nacho plate and stuff the whole thing in my mouth. Damn, that tastes good.
“Help yourself,” Tucker says. I’m sure that is not sarcasm I hear in his tone.
“Don’t mind if I do. My belly boo was screaming at me for food.”
Tucker is about to take a sip of his beer when he says, “Dude, you’re a six-foot-three, grown-ass man; you can’t say shit like belly boo.”
I shrug his comment off and stuff more nachos in my mouth. Within a minute almost half the plate is gone and I have no regrets.
“Where’s the fiancée?” I ask Tucker.
“She’ll be getting off her shift soon. She’s going to meet me here, and then we’re going out for dinner. She has a bunch of wedding things she wants to talk about.”
“Sounds riveting,” Smalls teases.
“Hey, I will talk whatever kind of wedding stuff she wants to. She’s marrying me, she said yes to me.” He takes a sip of his beer, disbelief in his voice. “I’m one lucky fuck.”
“This is crap. She better talk to me next,” Adalyn huffs and crosses her arms, interrupting the loving moment Tucker was having. “I’ve been asking that girl about her wedding plans for months now, and she keeps blowing me off. Who does that? Someone who’s trying to avoid me, that’s who. I’m going to be her maid of honor, right?” She pokes Tucker. “Tell me I’m her maid of honor. End my misery and let me know.” Tucker says nothing, which only fuels the fire. “Fine, don’t tell me, but if she picks someone else, I swear to the yeast in my beer that I will start slashing tires.” Adalyn stabs the table with her finger, showing us all just how her temper can skyrocket in a second. “All the tires will rue the day Emma didn’t pick me as her maid of honor.” She laughs sardonically and sips her beer while staring Tucker down. “This is all your fault.”
Tucker holds his hands up in defense. “I have no idea what she’s planning. You take that shit up with her . . . and leave my tires alone.”
“Oh, I will take it up with her.” Adalyn bounces her knee up and down, clearly still hyped up. It almost looks like she’s about to explode . . . “Racer wears man thongs while doing his side jobs.”
What the hell?
“Adalyn!” I give her a what the fuck look.
Frazzled, she covers her mouth. “I’m sorry. I needed to change the subject before I started running around the bar tossing drinks in people’s faces.”
“Talk about your fucking burning mole skin. Don’t bring me into this. Christ.” I lift my baseball cap off my head, run my hand through my hair and situate it back on, holding the top for a few seconds.
The table is silent before Smalls taps me on the shoulder. “What?” I snap.
“Are you wearing just the man thong, or is it one of those things where you pull the thong over your jeans to give the ladies a sneak peek?”
“Are we talking lace, silk, or cotton? I would assume cotton for breathability, but then again, I’ve never worn a man thong before,” Tucker adds.
“How many do you have?” Smalls continues. “Do you wear them all the time?”
“Do you have a favorite color?”
“Are we talking thong or G-string? Because that’s a big difference,” Adalyn joins in.
“Huge difference.” Smalls rests his chin on his hand and leans forward, batting his eyelashes as he waits for an answer.
My eyes fixed on Adalyn, I say, “I’m going to kill you.”
She hides her smile and takes another sip of her beer.
She doesn’t know what she just started.
But, oh yeah, she’s going to get it all right.

 

 

 
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!
 
 
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Food Fight is about two authors coming together and bringing you the funnies and romance with two Novellas!! Let’s get down and dirty with some food! Review included <3

Title: Food Fight

Series: Strip Mall Duology #1

Authors: T. Torrid & Heather Ohhh
Genre: Eroticomedy (Erotica/Romantic Comedy)
Release Date: August 10, 2017

 

Blurb
FOOD FIGHT is the first book in a new eroticomedy duology.
Each book in the Strip Mall series contains two separate stories from the same
universe. No cliffhangers… just a lot of laughs and some really hot sex!
BANANAS AND DONUTS: It’s a food fight of epic proportions when this
not-so-sweet baker gets her hands on a gorgeous grocer’s goods.

BAGELS AND BRATS: A buff butcher bites off more than he can chew when he
“meats” the vegan vixen next door.

*Intended for immature audiences 18+

Purchase Links
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Free in Kindle Unlimited

Crystal’s Book World Review:

5 Star Rating!!

I had no idea what I was getting myself into as soon as I opened the book and started to read page one. I was very interested on how two authors were going to do with their quality of writing that was based in the same town. These two authors were hilarious and gave me a good laugh!

Jesse and Stef in Bananas & Donuts get down and dirty in the food biz.. No nothing was contaminated lol. Stef tries to control her “urges” when she is around Jesse who happens to sleep around. The puns and dialogue were funny enough and there were a few that gave me laugh out loud moments.

Peter and Valerie, I was a little skeptical with our meats person and vegan. This was from the next Novella Bagels and Brats. Peter tries to redeem himself and let us know that he made a stupid choice when he was young that almost ruined him. With a second chance, he meets Valerie and the sparks and funnies fly!

Again it all goes back to the dialogue with these two stories in the book Food Fight was a joy to read.

T. Torrid
T. Torrid is a pop-culture junkie, a movie aficionado, and a
lover of all things 80s.
A lifelong Jersey girl, she currently lives there with her husband and two
sons.

She also writes romance under the name T. Torrest!

Heather Ohhh

Heather Ohhh is a Cajun girl with a big heart and a passion
for romance. Residing with her husband and five sons, she is quite fluent in
sarcasm. One spoiled little princess finishes off this brood adding a little
drama and sparkle to the mix. Life is chaotic, but she wouldn’t have it any
other way. 
 
She also writes romance under the name Heather M. Orgeron.

 

 

Blog Tour & Review: Twisted Twosome is now available! You will love Racer and his Little Debbie obsession!

 

We’re celebrating the release of  TWISTED TWOSOME by Meghan Quinn!

 

 

TWISTED TWOSOME

NA Romantic Comedy

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BLURB:

From the first day I met Racer McKay, I knew our interaction was going to be incredibly brief. First impressions really do matter and unfortunately, I didn’t make a very good one.

At the time, I didn’t think much of it. I was never going to see this man again, right? 

Wrong! When I’m met with the opportunity of a lifetime, there is only one man in the state of New York who can assist me. And can you guess who it is? 

But what I don’t realize is he needs me just as much as I need him. I have money he’s desperate for, and he holds the key to making my dreams come true. 

So, we reluctantly join forces.

Our pranks turn from sarcastic banter, to sexual tension and lust-filled glances. Bickering matches quickly morph into slow burn moments. We’re hot, we’re cold. We push and pull. I need him, I don’t want him. We’re on the verge of combusting with an agreement dangling dangerously between us. Neither one of us can afford to lose one another and yet, we’re finding it quite hard to decipher the line that rests between love and hate.

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 Excerpt:

 
“Thanks for lunch, I haven’t had a fine peanut butter and jelly sandwich in quite some time.” Racer takes a giant bite from one of three sandwiches I made him. The man can eat; I just want to know where he puts it all. “What is this, crunchy peanut butter?” He looks over the sandwich, studying it intently. 
 
“Yes, it’s crunchy with mixed berry jam.”
 
He nods and takes another bite. He talks with his mouth full, which for some weird reason makes him oddly adorable. “Nice touch, George. The peanuts add a nice texture.”
 
“Are you going all food critic on my PB and J skills right now?”
 
Lifting his shirt, he dabs away some of the sweat that’s collecting on his forehead, beneath his backward hat. His abs flex with the movement, drawing my attention. Each divot calling out to me to touch, to examine . . . to lick. 
 
“I think every human should be judged on their PB and J skills.”
 
I pull my eyes away from his stomach just in time not to get caught staring. “Why do you think that?”
 
“Because,” he takes another bite, “I think building a peanut butter and jelly sandwich is in everyone’s repertoire, but only the truly skilled know how to make a proper one. And I want to be friends with the truly skilled.”
 
“Is that so?” I take a drink of my green tea and study him for a second, watching the way the muscles in his jaw move with each bite and swallow. It’s sexy. 
 
His neck is sexy? Is that possible? 
 
“So where do I land on your scale of sandwich artists?”
 
He smiles from my term, and I realize how much I adore his boyish charm. Pulling his eyes away from me, he examines one of the sandwiches I made him and starts assessing it. “Good ratio of peanut butter to jelly. Nice choice in bread. The crunch you added has been a pleasant surprise, and the mixed berry jam is fucking delightful.” I giggle from his girly term. “But . . .” 
 
I perk up; there’s a but? “But what?”
 
He quirks his mouth to the side, almost to say, “Sorry, but you’re not quite perfect.” “The bread, it should have been toasted. Toasting it would have taken you to boss level when it comes to the PB and J.”
 
“Toasting it?”
 
He nods and takes another bite. “When you don’t toast a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, the peanut butter and bread form a paste on the roof of your mouth. Even though it tastes good, it can get quite irritating.”
 
“But I didn’t have a toaster.”
 
“Rookie mistake.”
 
“Well, If I knew I was going to be critiqued, I would have sprung for bacon.”
 
He pauses mid bite and stares at me over his sandwich. “You’re a beast for bringing up the option.”
 
I polish off the rest of my sandwich and wipe my fingers. “Well, maybe next time you’ll communicate expectations better. I’m not a mind reader, Racer. Frankly, the fact I didn’t make boss level is on you, not me.”
 
I stand and gather my trash as he stares me down. “Don’t you turn this on me. You didn’t have a toaster. The toaster is what’s key. This is on you, Georgie. This is on you!” he calls out as I make my way to the back, laughing to myself the entire time. 

Crystal’s Book World Review:

5 Stars!

Racer!!!!!! He has my heart and I love him. Now I have to fight Little Debbie to win his heart over.. hmmm so the plotting begins. In all seriousness, Twisted Twosome was a sexy and fun read. This book can be read as a standalone, but you get a glimpse of Racer in My Best Friend’s Ex when we read about his Best Friend’s story which was all about our yummy Tucker. Okay hopefully I did not confuse you there lol.

I was cracking up with Racer. I think I have a permanent smile on my face now. His love for Little Debbie snacks, his strip show that was provoked by Smalls ( cause why else would a woman have job for him doing anything else), and the way Tucker proposed to Racer being his best man was everything and more! I can hardly put what I am feeling into words. When Racer thinks he knows Georgie ( our wonderful heroine), he gets a surprise of a lifetime. I loved Georgie. She was really down to earth and humble. I loathed her father. Read the story and you will see why. My emotions were all over the place. And when I think of all the hot and sexy times, I just can picture myself licking Racer’s abs… Great thought indeed.

What I love about Meghan’s writing is that you will always get the unexpected. She is the almighty Queen of RomCom and I always look forward to read her books.

 
 
 

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!
 
 
Find me on Goodreads:
 

 

Release Blitz & Review: Mr. Right-Now is available! Lila Monroe is the queen of Romantic Comedies. I really enjoyed this book and you will love it too.

So what is this book about? Here’s the sneak peek to this amazing RomCom…

“I’m face-down in forty glorious inches of well-endowed
cake, seriously reassessing my life choices, when suddenly I hear it. The voice
that launched a thousand teenage boy-band dreams. My #1 crush, Drew Delaney
himself.”
 
Ten years ago, Drew was boy-band royalty: the subject of a
million teenage fantasies – and the guy next door. He was so far out of my
league, I couldn’t see him for stars, but now I’m back in town for our
high-school reunion, guess who I run into but Mr. Right-Now himself…
 
Older. Hotter. And still sexy enough to make me forget about
the glittery white frosting currently smeared across my chest.
 
Sparks are flying, and so are my panties, and soon, our trip
down memory lane has taken a detour to ‘oh my god, don’t stop!’. Population:
me. 
 
But can I turn Mr. Right-Now into Mr. Forever? Or will
crazed fans, vicious yoga moms, and three dozen c#ck-sicles (don’t ask) doom
our romance to the ‘Where are they now?’ section of MTV’s greatest hits? 
 
You’ll be begging for a taste of Lila Monroe’s new sexy, laugh-out-loud
summer romance!
 
Buy this book today! You need the laughs it will bring you!
99c for a limited time
 
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Free in Kindle Unlimited

My Thoughts….

Crystal's BookWorld Blog

I am a huge fan of Lila Monroe! If you are having a bad day, or even a bad week, all you have to do is pick up one of her Romantic Comedy books and you will forget all of your worries. Mr. Right-Now is hilarious and sexy all rolled into one. You get to meet Drew, our hot, yummy and sinfully new alpha book boyfriend. We also meet Maggie who is our sweet, yet ornery heroine of the story. These two, whether together or apart, will make you laugh and get stuck beneath your skin. 

I love all the things Maggie has a passion for and that is baking with an erotic twist. Seriously I need to find a local baker that makes pastries like hers. Drew use to be in a boy band that had split years before. They may have known each other from the past, lived life for experiences, but presently they have an insta-connection that take on with no regrets. Will that be enough to stay together when the going gets tough?

Maggie loves with her all and is very passionate. Being around Drew has her coming up with so many ideas that either make my screen get steamy or has me laughing out loud. (See above graphic of Maggie’s version of a Drew cupcake, yeah one of my favorite lines). She seemed shy at first. But with Drew, Maggie finds her own personality that is bold and is not afraid to take what she wants.

Drew is a dream. His personality has you loving him ten times over. His love for those closest is amazing. He truly is selfless when it comes to Maggie. Even with some of the drama that comes into play, he is always putting his woman first.

Mr. Right-Now is a fun and flirty read! I know that you will love this story as much as I do as your next summer read

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Lila Monroe writes amazing books. Here is a quick bio…
Combining her love of writing, sex and well-fitted suits, Lila Monroe wrote The Billionaire Bargain. Lila enjoys writing, as it gives her a flexible schedule to spend time with her kids and a wonderful excuse to avoid them. She lives in Los Angeles with her husband, who strips out of his well-fitted suits nightly.
 
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Release Blitz: Are you ready for some hot and steamy Bachelor romance??? Hot Bachelor by Katie Mccoy is available now!!! Blog Review is also in post <3

 

 

 

Title: Hot Bachelor
Author: Katie McCoy
Genre: Romantic Comedy
Release Date: July 28, 2017
Blurb
Dash Hennessy is the hottest bachelor in the country,
looking for love in front of an audience of millions… He just wasn’t supposed
to pick ME! 
 
I just landed my dream summer gig: working as a production
assistant on TV’s smash-hit reality show, Ever After. Two months of sun and fun
at the beach? Sign me up! Until the moment I come face to face with this
season’s bachelor, racing’s bad boy Dash – aka, the mysterious hottie I just
hooked up with at a creepy motel off the I-80.
 
Can you say, awkward?
 
Dash is sexy, charming – and totally off-limits. But the
chemistry between us is way too hot to ignore. He’s playing to win, and he’s
got his sights set on the prize: me!
Soon, the action is heating up off-screen. But between
ratings-hungry producers, back-stage drama, and twelve of the most cutthroat
glamazon contestants known to womankind, I’m in way over my head. Can I find my
happily-ever-after, or will it be lights, camera, heartbreak? 

 
The Bachelor gets a rom-com twist in Katie McCoy’s
hilarious, sexy new read! 
Purchase Links
99c for a limited time
 
AMAZON US / UK / CA / AU
 
Free in Kindle Unlimited

Crystal’s Book World Blog Review:

5 Stars!!!

 

I love Katie McCoy books!! I loved Royal Player and now have a lot of love for Hot Bachelor. Dash, our sexy bachelor, had me laughing so hard. I love his attitude and determination he has towards Paige. Not only is this a great RomCom, you will also get the build up towards hot and yummy scenes! This book has it all!

I love all of the characters and loved how fate kept bringing Paige and Dash together. Hot Bachelor is sexy, funny, and dramatic. Your next book boyfriend has arrived! *Still Swooning* 

Author Bio
Katie McCoy is a self proclaimed sushi addict, Cardinals baseball fanatic, and lover of all things theatrical. A St. Louis native transplanted to Brooklyn, she acts, sings, and shakes her booty when she isn’t writing books about hot men and the girls who love them.
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Check out the amazing teaser for TWISTED TWOSOME by Meghan Quinn!

TWISTED TWOSOME
NA Romantic Comedy

Add to Goodreads: http://bit.ly/2uarCWF

 

 

Racer McKay is a broody bastard.
 
From the moment I met him, he’s been rude, irritable, and unbearable. 
 
A contractor working to remodel my parents pool house for extra cash, he stomps around in those clunky construction boots with his tool belt wrapped around his narrow waist, and a chip on his shoulder.
 
Racer McKay is also infuriatingly . . . sexy as hell. I want to take that pencil tucked behind his ear, and draw lazy lines slowly up and down his body all the while wanting to strangle him at the same time.
 
We try to stay out of each other’s way . . . that is until I have no other option but to ask for his help.
 
But what I don’t realize is he needs me just as much as I need him. I have money he’s desperate for, and he holds the key to making my dreams come true.
 
Our pranks turn from sarcastic banter, to sexual tension and lust-filled glances. Bickering matches quickly morph into slow burn moments. We’re hot, we’re cold. We push and pull. I need him, I don’t want him. We’re on the verge of combusting with an agreement dangling dangerously between us. Neither one of us can afford to lose one another and yet, we’re finding it quite hard to decipher the line that rests between love and hate.
 
*Twisted Twosome is a stand alone romantic comedy.

 

 

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!
 
 
Find me on Goodreads:
 

Surprise Cover Reveal!!!! Balance Check is coming soon!!! #MyNewLife

Title: Balance Check

A #MyNewLife Novel

Author: M.E. Carter
Genre: Romantic Comedy

Cover Design: Murphy Rae, Indie Solutions

Release Date: August 18, 2017
Blurb
Life has a funny way of throwing you off
balance.
 
Take me for example. I spent years in a bad
marriage with a self-serving ass, only to have the love of my life show up when
I least expected him. Greg helped me on my journey of self discovery and taught
me that, no, I’m not perfect. But I’m perfectly me.  It was an amazing journey.
 
We laughed hard. We loved even harder.
 
And then he was suddenly and cruelly ripped
away from me by the unclenching jaws of fate.
 
Ok, so it wasn’t that dramatic. And I
really need to stop watching the Investigation Channel.
 
But now Greg is back and as it turns out,
re-incorporating someone into your life isn’t that easy. Between jobs, kids, and
barely-there friendships, life and love can be messy. Making it all work is a
balancing act. 
But we’re determined to get it in check.

 

Also Available
NEW RELEASE!!
 
AMAZON US / UK / CA / AU

 

Author Bio
Mother, reader, storytellerME Carter never set out
to write books. But when a friend practically forced a copy of Twilight into
her hands, the love of the written word she had lost as a child was rekindled.
With a story always rolling around in her head, it should come as no surprise that she finally started putting them on paper. She lives in Texas with
her four children, Mary, Elizabeth, Carter and Bug, who sadly was born long
after her pen name was created, and will probably need extensive therapy
because of it.
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