Friday, November 16, 2018

Eggs on Ice by Laura Childs review

Eggs on Ice (Cackleberry Club, #8)Eggs on Ice by Laura Childs
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

It is Christmas season at Cackleberry Club Cafe. Most everyone in town was in the play Scrooge, when an actor was killed. Suzanne and everyone saw it happen and it was a ghost. Or at least someone dressed up as a ghost. Then Suzanne chases the ghost and almost gets killed herself. I have not read any other books in this series but yet seemed to know the characters. Suzanne works in the cafe but always seems to be investigating murders. She is engaged to Same who works as a Doctor. Her 2 friends are Toni and Petra who also run the cafe. You get to see their friendship and how the people in the town all support each other. Suzanne always seems to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. The police even tell her to stay away from the investigation as well as her fiance.
I received this from First To Reads for review.

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Thursday, November 15, 2018

Falling For the Playboy Release Blitz and Review


FALLING FOR THE PLAYBOY
By Kennedy Fox
Release Day – Nov 15, 2018

Never trust a man who gets paid to take off his clothes for a living and then uses it as a pick-up line to get girls in bed with him.
That should’ve been enough for me to call in sick that day.
I’ve worked with male cover models like him before and they’re all the same—smooth-talking, sexy as sin, egotistical know-it-alls who think they’re God’s gift to women—all traits I know to steer clear of.
Assisting authors comes with many perks—reading on the job, using my organizing skills on a daily basis, drinking coffee by the gallons—but Maverick Kingston barges into my life and demands more than I can handle.
When we’re forced to road trip across the country together, he pushes every boundary I have and rearranges my thoughts on playing it safe. And when he “accidentally” drops his towel, he makes it very clear what he’s offering and proves he’s packing more than abs of steel under his clothes.
Working with him was brutal, but falling for him was unexpected.
And playing by the rules will be impossible.

My Thoughts: 4 Stars
Olivia works as an assistant to a bestselling author. Rachel has her running ragged , even shopping for her and taking her dog for walks. Olivia has no free time. Even when at home she is working. 
Maverick is a up and coming model but right now is a model for Rachel's Romance covers. When he needs to be at some book signings is when everything starts. Because of a tragedy in his past he won't fly. So Olivia has to pick him up and drive him to where they need to be. She insists he is a playboy and he insists she is a priss. With all this banter going on between them I was laughing out loud. Of course since it is a romance you know that they will end up together but getting to the end is what was fun reading this book. They also had to prove to each other that they were not who the other thought they were. I recommend this book for romance readers.




ABOUT KENNEDY FOX:
Brooke Cumberland & Lyra Parish are a duo of romance authors who teamed up to write under the USA Today Bestselling pseudonym, Kennedy Fox. They share a love of You’ve Got Mail and The Holiday. When they aren’t bonding over romantic comedies, they like to brainstorm new book ideas. One day, they decided to collaborate and have some fun creating new characters that’ll make your lady bits tingle and your heart melt. If you enjoy romance stories with sexy, tattooed alpha males and smart, independent women, then a Kennedy Fox book is for you!
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EXCERPT
Olivia’s POV

“Can I turn off this church music?” Maverick asks thirty minutes into our trip. He leans forward and starts messing with the knob.
“It’s nice driving music,” I argue, swatting his hand away.
“You can’t be serious. This shit is gonna put you to sleep and then we’re going to crash and die. You really want that on your conscious?”
The corner of his lips tilt up just the slightest.
“Guess it wouldn’t matter. I’d be dead.” I flash a smug smile right back at him.
“Oh I see how it is. You look all innocent and smart but deep down you have this morbidness to you.”
I shoot him a look. “You’re the morbid one with all your crashing and dying talk.” I turn my music back on. “Now no more talking about it because if I don’t get you to these events on time, Rachel will actually kill me.”
“Why you so scared of her anyway? I could fit her in my pocket. She looks harmless enough.”
Glancing at him, I try to focus on the road and shake my head. “You know she’s anything but harmless.”
He chuckles, shaking his head. “Yeah, you’re right. She’s not a firecracker like you though.”
“I’m not even sure what that means, but you can’t label me when you just met me.”
“Oh, like you haven’t labeled me already?”
“I know your kind. I’ve heard plenty about you to form an opinion,” I tell him with purpose.
“God, you’re so hypocritical. You think you’re the first prissy, stick-up-her-ass assistant I’ve met? Doesn’t mean I know you just like it doesn’t mean you know me.
He kinda has a point, but I don’t tell him that. His ego is already taking up all the space in the car.
Ignoring his comment, I focus on driving. We’re in heavy traffic and I’m not used to eight lane highways.
“You better get over,” he says.
“I’m trying.” I look over my shoulder, searching for a spot to move into.
“Might wanna try the blinker. I heard it’s a signal for turning or moving over.”
I sigh and put it on. He’s distracting me.
“Stay quiet so I can focus.”
His chuckles are the last thing I hear from him as I attempt to merge across the lanes. Finally, I make it and we coast down the highway in silence until we’re leaving the city.
“When are we stopping for food?” He speaks up for the first time in hours. I look over at him and see he’s sticking his lower lip, making a pouty face. “I’m shriveling to nothing over here.” He slightly lifts his shirt up and pats his ridiculously cut stomach.
His eyes meet mine, and I quickly look away although he saw me staring. Swallowing, I look at the GPS to see how much further until our first stop.
“We have about an hour left,” I tell him. “Think you’ll manage to stay alive for that long?”
He groans, loudly and it makes me laugh. I quickly catch myself and stop.
“You have a nice laugh. It’s a pleasant change from your short fuse and snarl.”
“I don’t snarl!” I argue. “I just like having a plan and sticking to it.”
He noticeably rolls his eyes. “Okay, Miss Priss. Letting your hair down won’t kill ya.”
“No, but your arrogant, self-absorbed attitude just might,” I throw at him, holding back a smirk.
“Well, I think that’s debatable. Most of the women I date think it’s charming.”
A loud snort bursts out of me, and I’m unable to keep in the laughter this time. “I think that says more about who you’re dating than anything. They must be desperate.”
“Damn, what a burn.” He chuckles. “Adding hostile to your personality resume.”
I inhale a deep breath, realizing that was a really mean thing to say. “Okay, sorry. That wasn’t nice. But I’m not taking back what I said about you. You’re arrogant and there’s no denying that”
“Oh well then thanks, I guess.” He smirks. “You say it like being arrogant is a bad thing though. In my profession, I kinda have to be. I’m constantly selling myself to photographers and showing them I’m worthy of being in their magazines and advertisements. If I don’t act confident and prove I’m the best guy for the gig, I’ll lose it to the thousands of other people pursuing the job.”
I think about his words for a minute. “Okay, well I can certainly understand that. But I think you’re just naturally that way.” I shrug, biting down on my lower lip so he doesn’t see right through me. He has every right to be confident, there’s no doubt about that. He’s got it all—the body, the face, the perfect white teeth and smile. His abs are plastered all over Rachel’s covers and book promo graphics. He even has that annoying muscular V that trails from his hips to down below his waistline. Annoyingly sexy. “However, that doesn’t mean you can’t be humble in other aspects of your life.”
“That’s a pretty big accustation for someone you just met. How do you know I’m not? You haven’t been around me long enough to know anything about me. Don’t you think?”
Damn. He’s right. “Fine. Prove me wrong then.”


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Never trust a man who gets paid to take off his clothes for a living and then uses it as a pick-up line to get girls in bed with him.

That should’ve been enough for me to call in sick that day.

I’ve worked with male cover models like him before and they’re all the same—smooth-talking, sexy as sin, egotistical know-it-alls who think they’re God’s gift to women—all traits I know to steer clear of.

Assisting authors comes with many perks—reading on the job, using my organizing skills on a daily basis, drinking coffee by the gallons—but Maverick Kingston barges into my life and demands more than I can handle.

When we’re forced to road trip across the country together, he pushes every boundary I have and rearranges my thoughts on playing it safe. And when he “accidentally” drops his towel, he makes it very clear what he’s offering and proves he’s packing more than abs of steel under his clothes.

Working with him was brutal, but falling for him was unexpected.

And playing by the rules will be impossible.




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Olivia’s POV



“Can I turn off this church music?” Maverick asks thirty minutes into our trip. He leans forward and starts messing with the knob.

“It’s nice driving music,” I argue, swatting his hand away.

“You can’t be serious. This shit is gonna put you to sleep and then we’re going to crash and die. You really want that on your conscious?”

The corner of his lips tilt up just the slightest.

“Guess it wouldn’t matter. I’d be dead.” I flash a smug smile right back at him.

“Oh I see how it is. You look all innocent and smart but deep down you have this morbidness to you.”

I shoot him a look. “You’re the morbid one with all your crashing and dying talk.” I turn my music back on. “Now no more talking about it because if I don’t get you to these events on time, Rachel will actually kill me.”

“Why you so scared of her anyway? I could fit her in my pocket. She looks harmless enough.”

Glancing at him, I try to focus on the road and shake my head. “You know she’s anything but harmless.”

He chuckles, shaking his head. “Yeah, you’re right. She’s not a firecracker like you though.”

“I’m not even sure what that means, but you can’t label me when you just met me.”

“Oh, like you haven’t labeled me already?”

“I know your kind. I’ve heard plenty about you to form an opinion,” I tell him with purpose.

“God, you’re so hypocritical. You think you’re the first prissy, stick-up-her-ass assistant I’ve met? Doesn’t mean I know you just like it doesn’t mean you know me.

He kinda has a point, but I don’t tell him that. His ego is already taking up all the space in the car.

Ignoring his comment, I focus on driving. We’re in heavy traffic and I’m not used to eight lane highways.

“You better get over,” he says.

“I’m trying.” I look over my shoulder, searching for a spot to move into.

“Might wanna try the blinker. I heard it’s a signal for turning or moving over.”

I sigh and put it on. He’s distracting me.

“Stay quiet so I can focus.”

His chuckles are the last thing I hear from him as I attempt to merge across the lanes. Finally, I make it and we coast down the highway in silence until we’re leaving the city.

“When are we stopping for food?” He speaks up for the first time in hours. I look over at him and see he’s sticking his lower lip, making a pouty face. “I’m shriveling to nothing over here.” He slightly lifts his shirt up and pats his ridiculously cut stomach.

His eyes meet mine, and I quickly look away although he saw me staring. Swallowing, I look at the GPS to see how much further until our first stop.

“We have about an hour left,” I tell him. “Think you’ll manage to stay alive for that long?”

He groans, loudly and it makes me laugh. I quickly catch myself and stop.

“You have a nice laugh. It’s a pleasant change from your short fuse and snarl.”

“I don’t snarl!” I argue. “I just like having a plan and sticking to it.”

He noticeably rolls his eyes. “Okay, Miss Priss. Letting your hair down won’t kill ya.”

“No, but your arrogant, self-absorbed attitude just might,” I throw at him, holding back a smirk.

“Well, I think that’s debatable. Most of the women I date think it’s charming.”

A loud snort bursts out of me, and I’m unable to keep in the laughter this time. “I think that says more about who you’re dating than anything. They must be desperate.”

“Damn, what a burn.” He chuckles. “Adding hostile to your personality resume.”

I inhale a deep breath, realizing that was a really mean thing to say. “Okay, sorry. That wasn’t nice. But I’m not taking back what I said about you. You’re arrogant and there’s no denying that”

“Oh well then thanks, I guess.” He smirks. “You say it like being arrogant is a bad thing though. In my profession, I kinda have to be. I’m constantly selling myself to photographers and showing them I’m worthy of being in their magazines and advertisements. If I don’t act confident and prove I’m the best guy for the gig, I’ll lose it to the thousands of other people pursuing the job.”

I think about his words for a minute. “Okay, well I can certainly understand that. But I think you’re just naturally that way.” I shrug, biting down on my lower lip so he doesn’t see right through me. He has every right to be confident, there’s no doubt about that. He’s got it all—the body, the face, the perfect white teeth and smile. His abs are plastered all over Rachel’s covers and book promo graphics. He even has that annoying muscular V that trails from his hips to down below his waistline. Annoyingly sexy. “However, that doesn’t mean you can’t be humble in other aspects of your life.”

“That’s a pretty big accustation for someone you just met. How do you know I’m not? You haven’t been around me long enough to know anything about me. Don’t you think?”

Damn. He’s right. “Fine. Prove me wrong then.”






Brooke Cumberland & Lyra Parish are a duo of romance authors who teamed up to write under the USA Today Bestselling pseudonym, Kennedy Fox. They share a love of You’ve Got Mail and The Holiday. When they aren’t bonding over romantic comedies, they like to brainstorm new book ideas. One day, they decided to collaborate and have some fun creating new characters that’ll make your lady bits tingle and your heart melt. If you enjoy romance stories with sexy, tattooed alpha males and smart, independent women, then a Kennedy Fox book is for you!

Keep up with all their social media platforms for updates & info!












You're The One I Don't Want Release Blitz


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Book Blurb:


Love is weakness.

Which is why Annabelle Mills vowed a long time ago to never let it destruct her. A former pageant queen with a bite equally as lethal as her bark, shes interning at her dream job on the set of the highest-rated home design show on television. Everything in Annabelles life, though it may be cold and isolated, is going exactly as she always planned.

Until her ex-high school sweetheart moves to town. The same boy that she cheated on, once upon a time, essentially breaking both of their hearts. But no one knows the full story, and being vulnerable enough to open up about it is not on Annabelles checklist.

Hate is fuel.

The kind that courses through Boone Grahams veins and allows him to shut out everyone around him. As the hottest rookie on Austins professional baseball team, he should be spending his days hitting homeruns and signing jerseys. Except hes seen dreams ripped right out from under those closest to him, leaving them with nothing.

Without a college degree, hell never take the risk of pursuing his real dream. But when he runs into the girl who took a mallet to his heart and stopped it beating, attending the same university might just be the biggest challenge hes faced yet.

As the semester unfolds, the line between love and hate is blurred. And with the amount of baggage stacked between them, together is the last thing they want to be.

Thats the thing about hearts, though. They develop plans all on their own.





EXCERPT:

 

Boone


I only have an hour in between my workout and the film session that the hitting coaches want us to attend.


My entire schedule since moving to Austin has been busy as hell and completely out of whack. Between getting my class schedule figured out, sprinting across campus to get to the buildings, dealing with my moving company, figuring out where to park my car in front of my building, practicing with the Triple-A affiliate team I was drafted to and everything in between Im fucking wiped.


Ive been scouted for the major leagues since my sophomore year of high school, so I thought Id been semi-prepared for what was to come, but my mind feels like it has been put in a blender for the last two weeks. I had so not been prepared. It was as if I was hobbling around in the dark in my new reality, trying to grasp at things before they moved on me.


I needed to get it the fuck together. I am a professional now and having a career as a professional baseball player would only get harder from here.


From the few times Id visited Austin for tournaments or the odd family trip, I remember wed gone to Big Cheeses Grill. They boasted the best burgers in town, and it was close enough to campus that the place was always packed with students and professors alike.


I open the door to the restaurant while glancing at my iWatch to check the calories versus fat burned during my workout.


And I slam right into a body.


I bounce back, shocked at the person who just rammed into me. I fumble to hold on to them, to keep our gravity from sending both of us flying. I fail, and the body falls backward, the door slamming into my back. I absorb that blow and keep upright, thank God, or I would have been sprawled flat on top of whoever just plowed into me.


Seriously?! Watch where youre going!An angry, high-pitched tone fills my ears.


My head is down, trying to collect its scrambled thoughts, as I reach for whoever I just knocked to the ground. Im so sorry, I didnt realize you were coming out—”


The air and words leave me as I pull her up. Her hand is still in mine as we stand face-to-face, my surprise mirrored back at me. Those lips, the lashes, the eyes a rich, deep, soul-searching brown. The freckles across the bridge of her nose that make her look more innocent than she actually is.


A current of tension radiates back and forth between our interlocked hands, and I can smell the glass of wine she must have just drunk on her breath. Its sweet with a bite of alcohol, and my mouth waters for a drink. I havent thirsted for alcohol in five years, yet in one chance meeting, Annabelle has me reaching for a bottle. Shes poison to me, makes me want to do crazy things. I drop her hand as the thought crosses my mind, as if shes burned me.


You should really watch where youre going. Or did you knock me down on purpose?Annabelle sniffs.


I scoff, Right, I often go around pushing women to the ground on purpose. I see the cold hard ice hasnt melted off your personality, Annabelle.


And a woman she is. So much more grown up than I remembered her. Shed always been beautiful but gone was the gangliness of teenage years. This is a woman who stands in front of me, curves abound and an unseen knowledge of the world to match. I couldnt help but get that jab in there.


And I see youre just as focused on yourself as ever. You never did care what anyone else was doing, did you, Boone?She folds her arms over her chest and my eyes stray to her boobs in a sizzle of heat between us.


Were like a bunch of children fighting like cats and dogs out in the street. How can she still pull out every insecure and immature trait within me? My brain is moving seconds slower than it usually does, and I know Im standing here staring too long. Even though I hate Annabelle Mills, I cant help but memorize every detail about her for the first time Ive seen her in about five years.


Move.Annabelle pushes past me, not using any manners, and starts to stalk down the sidewalk.


Talk about rude. Shed always been aggressive, harsh, and just a little bit more high-maintenance than any of the other girls. Its what had drawn me to her. And then seeing those glimpses of vulnerability, thats what had made me stay. It was addicting feeling like you were the only one who got to see the nice side of the mean girl.


I should walk into the restaurant. I should pick up my to-go order and drive back to my apartment where Ill eat a quick lunch and change and go to the practice facility.


But a flash of Annabelle in the bar the other night dances through my head. And her callous words just now piss me off even more.


She always did have the perfect way of getting under my skin and driving me wild. When Im around her, I forget who I am. I turn into some raging bull, with a fuse shorter than the bombs Itchy and Scratchy use on each other.


The stupidest thing I could do right now? Stomp after her, yelling, in the middle of a crowded downtown street.


So thats exactly what I do.


You really havent changed a bit!Oh, fuck. What am I doing?


Annabelle rolls around, her eyes sparking with rage. Nope, still the same cold, heartless bitch you dumped.


Yeah, like I said, I can see that.Lord, my mama would be so disappointed in me agreeing with a woman that she was a bitch.


Well, no one said you had to be around it. Youre the one who moved to my city. Youre welcome to leave.She waves around like I should just get out of here.


I fist my hands in my hair. Christ, shes so aggravating. No can do, Im getting paid to be here.


She rolls her eyes. Like Im not? Have you watched TV lately? Or did you take one too many fly balls to the head? I know there werent a lot of brain cells in there to start.


Fuck her. Now its time to really piss her off, get under her skin like shes under mine. Oh, you mean that show you play house on or whatever? Theyll get bored of you when the next eye-candy pageant queen comes along.


I swear Annabelle could spit nails at me if she willed it right now. Youre an asshole, Boone Graham. Youve only ever cared about yourself and where you want to be. It was silly of me to think youd ever think of someone but yourself.


I drop the anvil. Says the girl who cheated on me. Who lost her virginity to another guy.


People around us are starting to stare, to really look at the two people arguing openly on the street. Its not a good idea for me to stick around any longer; people know who I am on a national level and being seen fighting with a girl, who someone will inevitably social media stalk and find out is my ex, is not good publicity.


Except I cant stop staring into Annabelles eyes. They are furious, yes, but there is something more there. Ive really hurt her. Im shocked, to be honest. I didnt think I could remotely hurt this girl, who self-identifies as a cold, heartless bitch.


But there it is. The raw flash, miss-it-if-you-blink second of real pain that flickers through those mocha pools. I open my mouth to say something, to take it back, maybe apologize, but she speaks first.


You have no idea.


Her tone pulls at my heartstrings, its low and somber. And then she melts into the crowd, giving no explanation of what I have no idea about.


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AUTHOR INFORMATION:


Author of romance novels such as Red Card and Privileged, Carrie Aarons writes books that are just as swoon-worthy as they are sarcastic. A former journalist, she prefers the stories she dreams up, and the yoga pant dress code, much better.

When she isn't writing, Carrie is busy binging reality TV, having a love/hate relationship with cardio, and trying not to burn dinner. She lives in the suburbs of New Jersey with her husband, daughter and dog.



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