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Hi everyone!  Before I continue, I just want to say thank you for all you support, all your “likes.”  It’s means a lot to me to have as many followers as I do over the short two years I’ve been blogging.  That said, I admit it gets hectic at times having more posts than I can handle by myself. (For now because soon I will be announcing an additonal reviewer to my blog) But I love doing this so I happily persevere.  So again….THANK YOU! 😘😍😊 

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So this is my new blog.  On here I will review all the books I read.  Right now, nearly all my reviews can be found on Goodreads. As I continue to work on this blog I will sort and add my older reviews into categories. I am looking forward to this project as this is something I have wanted to do for a long time. I love to read and I love to write.  So I hope you will visit this blog from time to time and watch it grow.


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📝REVIEW📝 ~ 🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟 ~ Coach: Boston Terriers Book Three ~ By Jacob Chance ~ Genre: Sports Romance with plenty of humor ~ Release Date: August 10th 2018

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Boston Terriers Book Three


Jacob Chance

Genre:  #Romance #SportsRomance #RomanticComedy 

My Rating:  5

Cover:  5

Publication:  August 10th 2018

Read:  August 11th 2018  (ARC)

POV:  First-person dual perspectives

Series:  Boston Terriers:  Penalty; Drive; Coach


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Coach Jacob Chance Now Live (1)


“Are you looking for the cheerleading tryouts, sweetheart?”

Zeke Kingston is the arrogant, tattooed, and sinful coach of Boston University’s women’s football team. And I’m their new quarterback.

From the moment the dark and broody hunk mistook me for a cheerleader we’ve clashed. His smirking lips make my blood boil and his god-like muscles turn my knees weak.

Everything about us is off limits, but lines are blurring and temptations have become too hard to resist.

Being together breaks all the rules, but what happens when the rules no longer matter?

This is a standalone with crossover characters from PENALTY and DRIVE.



COACH (Boston Terriers #3)COACH by Jacob Chance

My rating: 5 of 5 stars

5 Stars….

I knew I was going to love this book! But I didn’t just love it, I LOVED IT!!!! Coach is book three in the Boston Terriers series. Not only is an amazing addition to this series, it is my favorite so far. And that says a lot because I said the same after reading each book, lol.

There are many great aspects of this book. For me, there was an incredible balance of humor and angst. Let’s not forget the crazy amount of tension between Zeke and Amelia. Their attraction was not only palpable; it was believable despite the love/hate they had going on. I am so thankful that this author writes both H/h perspectives. That aspect ALWAYS is an added bonus for me. Not only do I find this quality preferable, I have been known to pass on books with only a single POV. For me, having a first row seat to a characters intimate thoughts makes for a better read.

As you can infer from the blurb, both Zeke and Amelia get off to a angsty start. However it was pure entertainment to watch their relationship change and grow into something so passionate and beautiful. If you’ve read the previous books, you will also love revisiting with old friends. To tell you the truth, after finishing Coach, I am looking forward to rereading the others. So I’ll just say it…..this is not only a recommendation, this is a MUST READ! If you love a sexy, alpha, protective hero and an independent, sassy heroine who is not afraid to speak her mind, you’ll love Coach.

I’ll add that I really hope this author plans to give us Trevor and Owen’s books soon. PLEASE!

This is my honest and unbiased review; thank you for taking the time to read it. 🙂

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📝REVIEW📝 ~ 🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟 ~ Rules Of Friendship ~ By C.A. Harms ~ Genre: Best Friends to Lovers Standalone Romance ~ Publication: August 6th 2018




C.A. Harms

Genre:  #Romance #FriendsToLoversRomance 

My Rating:  5

Cover:  5

Publication:  August 6th 2018

Read:  August 8th 2018  (ARC)

POV:  First-person dual perspectives

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As a guy, the number one rule to being best friends with a girl should be simple…

Never, and I do mean never, fall in love with her.
Oh and you should never fantasize about her either.

Believe me, that situation can get messy really fast and leave you with nothing but one hell of an awkward mess on your hands—literally.

Reese and I have been through everything together; our bond is deep. But I am going down fast, and I fear there is no way to stop it. I spend most of my time hiding my body’s reaction to her because like I said: just friends.

But things are changing. We are changing.

I no longer see her as just Reese, my best friend. When I look at her now, I see a gorgeous woman that takes my breath away. I see my future. But what if she doesn’t see me the same way?

I can’t risk losing her…

The fear of screwing everything up is excruciating. So that’s why I have chosen to stick to the rules. The Rules of Friendship that is.

She was off limits. Plain and simple.



Rules of Friendship: Friends-to-Lovers Standalone Romance NovelRules of Friendship: Friends-to-Lovers Standalone Romance Novel by C.A. Harms

My rating: 5 of 5 stars

5 Stars…..

I Can’t believe this is my first C.A. Harms book! I’ve a few on my TBR but this came my way recently and after reading the blurb I knew I’d read it ASAP. Best friends to lovers is one of my favorite tropes of romance. That said, this is one of my favorite reads of this year!

Let’s face it, most of us know in the first chapter whether or not a book will be a 5 star rating. For me this book was one of those. The writing was so smooth, the tension and angst was palpable and the wit and humor all contributed to my love of this story. I wanted to devour it. I wanted to read uninterrupted; that did not happen. I was in the middle of preparing for vacation so there were many times I had to put my Kindle down. Those times drove me insane with impatience and frustration. However, at around 60% I was on a plane and it was late at night. I had the perfect reading atmosphere. And yes, I devoured that last 40% only to hate myself for reading so fast. This amazing, story was over and I missed Dawson and Reese. The good thing…? I have just added this author to my favorites list and there are many books available that I can read. Yeah, me!

Dawson and Reese…..
These are two characters that are so personable and loyal. In addition, they watch out for each other. There is nothing Reese and Dawson wouldn’t do for the other. They have so much respect and love for each other. A love that was so strong as friendship, turned into a love so all consuming when they finally admitted their true feelings for one another. Really, I could go on and on but I won’t. I will tell you that the story is not rushed, there is a good amount of angst, a loyal and witty cast of characters and hero that you will love beyond. Total book boyfriend!

One more aspect I’d like to add is that this book is written in first-person dual perspectives. This made for an even more enjoyable read. Again, this is a top recommendation from me. A must read!

This is my honest and unbiased review. Thank you for taking the time to read it. 🙂

RELEASE DAY ~ War & Love By WInter Renshaw is Available Now!






My lies? Impeccable.

My heart? Cold as ice.

My only job? To convince her what we had was as real as the diamond I intended to place on her finger.

The battle was someone else’s. I was merely a soldier, recruited by a wealthy stranger who made it unapologetically clear that my future—and everything I’ve ever worked—for depended on the successful completion of this mission.

I was prepared for war.

But I wasn’t prepared for Love Aldridge …


“You know she’s way too good for you, right?” Lo says, rocking Ellie on her hip as she stands in my kitchen.
“Like … way.” She laughs through her nose, studying my outfit. “It’s weird seeing you like this.”
“Like what?”
Lo rolls her eyes. “You know. No ripped jeans or vintage Ramones t-shirts. Hair actually combed for once.”
I know I look like a schmuck with my pressed slacks and cashmere sweater and shiny Italian loafers and hair parted on the side and slicked with brill cream, but this is all part of Hunter’s master plan.
“If you want to hook Love, you have to use the right bait,” he’d said, comparing his ex-wife to a fucking fish.
“God, this place is amazing,” Lo says, carrying Ellie from the kitchen to the living room, where she hones in on the kind of view we only ever dreamed of.
“Sure beats our fourth floor walk-up.”
She smirks. “Yeah. Just a little.”
“I Venmo’d you the rent money this morning,” I said. “Next six months are covered. There’s some extra for food and Piper’s meds.”
Lo turns to me, her smart-ass expression fading. She’s tough as rocks, but I swear I see a hint of tears brimming in her eyes. She doesn’t have to say a word. I know what this means to her. After her deadbeat ex was hauled off to prison a couple years back for running drugs (unbeknownst to all of us), she found herself a twenty-three-year-old single mother with a toddler and a newborn, no job, and no way to feed them.
At the time, I’d been out of the Army for a few years, had just finished my plumbing apprenticeship, and landed a decent job at Premier Plumb and Supply in Brooklyn. As soon as Lo finally admitted to me that she was struggling and about to become evicted, I found a hole-in-the-wall two-bedroom above a pizza shop and moved them in, vowing to help her get on her feet.
Now, during the day, Lo stays home with the girls. At night she waits tables at some exclusive restaurant on 67th Street, heading into the city shortly after the girls go down for the night. Tips are decent and the hours are shit, but she doesn’t complain because this has always been temporary.
The plan was for her to start nursing school at Touro, and she was going to start this summer. But I lost my job a few months back due to cutbacks, and one of us had to make sure the rent was still being paid.
“You sure you want to do this?” Lo asks, biting her lower lip as Ellie runs her chubby fingers through her hair.
Piper is seated in the cognac chair across from the TV, messing with a remote that I’m pretty sure belongs to the fireplace.
“What choice do I have?” I’d spent the last three months applying for jobs, but all the ones I could find had shitty pay, zero benefits, or shady reputations. I booked every music gig I could find, playing at any bar that would so much as take me for an hour or two at night, but it didn’t make up for the lost wages, and most of it went toward Piper’s meds anyway.
“We could always move,” she says.
“It costs money to move, Lo. And we don’t have that right now.” My tone is short and I don’t mean to come at her that way, but I don’t need to be reminded that what I’m doing is nothing less than heartless. “As soon as this is over, we can look into moving somewhere cheap and safe. With good people and even better schools. All this stress, this bullshit? It’s about to end.”
Taking a seat at a kitchen bar stool, I slump my elbow on the counter and exhale.
“She seems really nice,” Lo says. “Sweet.”
“I know.”
“And she just went through a divorce,” she adds. “She’s probably already heartbroken. And you’re just going to come in and—”
Fuck. “I know.”
Lo doesn’t manage our finances. She doesn’t see that we’re one rough month away from being out on the street, one unexpected bill away from Piper not having her EpiPen or inhaler when she needs it.
A million dollars and a record deal.
That’s what this deal is worth to Hunter LeGrand, that’s what he laid on the table. And before I had a chance to so much as think it over, he was elaborating on the fact that he’s “well connected” and he can “make shit happen” and he has no qualms about “blacklisting people like you” should they deserve it. He also felt the need to remind me that singer-songwriters like me were on every street corner in Manhattan, that I could always make a living busking in the subways or singing covers on YouTube if this deal didn’t pan out because he’d personally see to it that my name would never be in lights.
“The girls are probably hungry,” I say to Lo, checking my watch. “Let’s grab something.”
My sister moves Ellie to her other hip, her eyes snapping to the floor. “It’s okay. We should get going so we can catch the five.”
“I thought I was taking you guys out for lunch … made us reservations at Serendipity III.”
“I’m sorry, Jude. After seeing her … it just doesn’t feel right spending your blood money on frozen hot chocolate.”
My sister can be so fucking dramatic sometimes.
“It’s not blood money, Lo,” I say, half-chuckling. “No one’s getting offed.”
“You know what I mean.” She speaks quickly and her gaze moves to mine. “Come on, Pipes. Let’s go.”
Piper places the fireplace remote on the table where she found it and slides off the leather chair, dashing across the living room toward her mother, her dark pigtails bouncing.
A second later, the three of them head to the door, only before they leave, Lo turns to me. “The place is great and all, Jude, but don’t get too comfortable in case this whole thing blows up in your face. Because it will. And when it does, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
They leave before I have a chance to respond, and I’m left with my kid sister’s words echoing in my head, resonating off the deepest fragments of my conscience and all the parts of me that wish I never walked into Blue Stream Records that random Tuesday in May, flash drive demo in hand, and crossed paths with the CEO himself in the elevator lobby.
I should’ve known when Hunter said, “I don’t normally take unsolicited demos, but you seem like exactly the kind of act I’m looking for right now,” that he wasn’t talking about music.
Not at all.


Wall Street Journal and #1 Amazon bestselling author Winter Renshaw is a bona fide daydream believer. She lives somewhere in the middle of the USA and can rarely be seen without her trusty Mead notebook and ultra portable laptop. When she’s not writing, she’s living the American dream with her husband, three kids, and the laziest puggle this side of the Mississippi.

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COVER REVEAL ~ Title: Protect Me, Series: Spotlight Collection #2,Author: Cary Hart, Genre: Contemporary Romance, Release Date: September 21, 2018



Title: Protect Me

Series: Spotlight Collection #2

Author: Cary Hart
Genre: Contemporary Romance

Cover Design: Passion Creations by Mary Ruth

Release Date: September 21, 2018
Who will you be when no one is watching… when the
lights go down?
I don’t know who I am anymore. It’s been so
long since I’ve been allowed to think for myself. And now that I can, all I can
think about is him. My protector. His massive build which should frighten me
but makes me feel safe. And his intense eyes that linger on me when he thinks
I’m not looking. But why would he want me? I’m broken.
I vowed never to get close to anyone again. Do
the job, get paid and survive. That’s all. Then she’s thrown into my life,
needing a place to hide. She thinks she’s damaged, but she just needs someone
to show her how strong she really is. Damn if I don’t want to be that man. But
I’ve got a past of my own, and no good deed goes unpunished.




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Cary Hart
hails from the Midwest. A sassy, coffee drinking, sometimes sailor swearing,
Spotify addict, lover of all things books!
When not pushing women down the stairs in the fictional world, Cary has her
hands full. Soccer mom in all sense of the word to two wild and crazy, spoiled
kiddos, and wife to the most supportive husband. In addition to writing full
time, she enjoys binge watching Netflix, laying around in her hammock and
baking up cookies for her family and friends.

Cary writes
real, raw romance! In her stories the characters deal with life’s everyday
struggles and unwanted drama, they talk about the ugly and they become the
broken. Everyone deserves a happy ending, but sometimes before you can
appreciate the light, there has to be darkness.
As a child,
if someone would have told her she would become a writer, she wouldn’t have
believed them. It wasn’t until she got her hands on her first romance novel,
that the passion grew. Now, she couldn’t imagine her life any other way – now
her dream is her reality.


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COVER REVEAL ~ Title: Perfect, Author: Fen Wilde,Genre: Romantic Suspense, Release Date: August 31, 2018

Title: Perfect
Author: Fen Wilde
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: August 31, 2018
Cover Design: Amy Queau, QDesigns



Ada Cosgrove.
As uptight as she is alluring.
The editor of the sexiest magazine on the racks, she works hard, follows the rules, and wins at everything she turns her hand to.
Ben Farris.
As laid back as he is loyal.
Archrivals in the world of media scoops and scuffles, it’s a different story when they’re alone in Ada’s office—where opposites attract.
Their chemistry is off the charts—and always has been.
They’re perfect for each other.
But Ben is the one person Ada can’t afford to fall for.
He’s irreverent and magnetic and completely out-of-bounds. The type of out-of-bounds that would see her family disown her.
Then the one mistake in Ada’s perfect past catches up with her.
And she’s about to learn that there’s no such thing as perfect…
PERFECT is a dark and sizzling romance with twists and turns that will keep you guessing til the last page.
*Please note this novel deals with complex themes around family relationships, and includes mature step-sibling romance.
“Well. This is awkward.”

Ben turns toward me, blue eyes twinkling, amusement oozing out of every damn perfect inch of him. He’s lounging backwards, one well-defined bicep tantalisingly close, hanging over the back of the stiff-backed chair as he turns toward me.

The man is imperturbable.

“I can’t believe that being seated together at a wedding is the thing that springs to mind as ‘awkward’ for you,” he murmurs. “I could think of a few more blush-worthy examples.”

He watches me beneath his ridiculously long black eyelashes, the corners of his mouth curling slightly in the hint of a smile.

“We agreed not to see each other anymore. So, yes, this is awkward, if you ask me.” I observe him with a blank expression, tilting my head slightly to the side, as though mildly disinterested in his failure to understand. An expression that I know for a fact he finds equally as intoxicating as I find the amused grin he is throwing my way.

It pitches his competitive streak into overdrive.

He always wants to plant some emotion on my blank expression. Overlay it with something more spontaneous. Something that offers a crack into my soul.

His lips curl slightly more, and he leans in toward me, the smell of his aftershave enough to make me inhale sharply. I want to close my eyes—partly to lose myself in it, but also to gather some resolve to fight the swell of longing it induces. But I hold my expression, the angle of my head, and watch him innocently.

It’s hard to stop the games with Ben, whatever we’ve agreed to.

Whatever I know is for the best.

“As I recall,” he drawls, deliberately letting his hand brush mine as he reaches for his champagne glass. I jump inadvertently. His skin feels more alive to me than any other texture on the planet. I feel his touch in my very core, every time.

He clocks my reaction and allows himself a tiny victory smile, his eyes telling me exactly what he’s thinking: I can win this. You know I can. Then he continues: “We didn’t agree to anything. You told me what was happening. Via SMS. Classy. Surprising, even for you.”

I keep my face deadpan. I haven’t actually spoken to the man since my curt text message three weeks ago, pointedly ignoring his calls. He’s right—I didn’t give him any right of reply. But it’s not like we haven’t discussed this before.

“It was time,” I reply, my voice calm and cool, betraying nothing of the feelings underneath it. The uncertainty, the desire. The regret. “You knew it was coming. It’s been fun. But let’s leave it at that.”

“Funnnnn,” Ben repeats, his parted lips lingering on the n, watching me with an unreadable expression. “That’s not the word that I’d have used to describe it.”

“Really? What would you choose?”

I can’t help myself; I want to know what word he’d choose. What word he’d wrap around us, exult us with. 

I know ending it is the right decision. I know it’s all wrong, Ben and I. But my heart still soars at the possibilities this unknown word choice offers. Like one right word could melt my heart.

He sips his champagne, watching me closely. He knows I’m hanging on his damn word.

That’s the problem, when you know each other as well as we do. When you’ve known each other for most of your lives. There’s no hiding. He can see me like I can’t even see myself.

“One word?” he asks, stalling, his eyes fast on mine, his long fingers curling sensually around the stem of his delicate glass, his full lips aggressively tantalising just by their mere existence. But he presses them together slightly, nonetheless, watching me watching them.

He smooths his napkin, dragging this out, his face a mask—but I know exactly what he’s feeling.

Satisfaction, at me hanging on his every word.

Hurt, that I put an end to us.

Longing. Hoping to seduce me with his eyes, his mouth, his fingers. Hoping that I’ll change my mind.

Hope: that’s always the killer for me. Ben, with his huge, hopeful eyes, full of all the feelings.

He looks back up at me, a deliberate blink, his eyes dark and brooding, saying all the things I love to see. How much he wants me. How well he knows me. How the whole world stops and slows when we’re together. It’s like being on some kind of slow-motion fair ride. Or maybe a movie trailer with special effects: bright lights, seductive music—the whole nine yards. Just us, in the middle. Everything else fading to a blur around us, a dull roar of inconsequential sound and colour. Where the only thing that matters is us.

In this space with him, I feel my most alive.

He speaks slowly, intentionally. Unflustered as ever. And as he speaks, he lets one hand drop under the tablecloth, sliding it up the inside of my leg, slowly, provocatively. Dangerously.

His fingers are light, brushing against me, his touch so familiar: warm and masculine and possessive and promising. His eyes don’t leave mine, and he leans in even closer, his next words a caress against my cheek, the corner of my lips.

“If I only had one word?” he says, “I’d choose…perfect.

I inhale sharply, at his fingers as much as his word, though both are exhilarating. One hand automatically flies to his arm, my fingers curling around his bicep, the gesture at once both intimate and grounding.

My rock.

My one true love.

His eyes continue to hold mine, languid, satisfied.

Ben 1, Ada 0, they say.

Then he withdraws his hand, downs his champagne, raises his eyebrows at me, and stands up and walks away.
Fen Wilde writes gritty romantic suspense novels exploring the darker elements in our lives.



She is a qualified social worker and works part-time as a mental health clinician for young people, and also as a private clinical consultant.
She is particularly interested in the complex things that drive us toward or keep us out of connection with each other: how fragile, how beautiful, how flawed we all are.
Fen lives in Melbourne, Australia with her partner, two children, and Burmese cat. She is happiest with a project on her desk, some caramel slice in the fridge, and a great long list of things to do.



COVER REVEAL ~ Title: Trapping Wasp, Series: The Dead Presidents MC Series #3, Author: Harley Stone, Genre: MC Romance, Release Date: August 13, 2018

Title: Trapping Wasp
Series: The Dead Presidents MC Series #3
Author: Harley Stone
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: August 13, 2018


18+ for language and sexual situations… 


Andrew “Wasp” Marshall, VP of the Dead Presidents MC, rides life like it’s his bike, at full speed with no real destination. But when he sets his sights on an irresistible new bartender with a comical little kid, Wasp will have to decide if he’s willing to give up his carefree lifestyle and buckle down to become the man she needs.
Carly Cooper is a survivor. When an old friend turns from protective to possessive she packs up her five-year-old son and flees to Seattle, leaving everything and everyone she knows behind. Carly has neither time nor energy for Wasp’s advances, despite his panty-dropping smile and made-for-sin body.
As things between Wasp and Carly heat up, Carly’s past catches up to her and she must decide whether to trust Wasp and the Dead Presidents, or to pack up and run again.

Harley Stone writes mafia romance and funny-as-shit romantic fiction. When she’s not writing, she’s busy living out her real adventure in southwest Washington with her husband and their five boys. 


COVER REVEAL ~ Title: Good Gone Bad, Series: The Fallen Men Series #3, Author: Giana Darling, Genre: Erotic Romance Release Date: August 24, 2018

Title: Good Gone Bad
Series: The Fallen Men Series #3
Author: Giana Darling
Genre: Erotic Romance
Release Date: August 24, 2018
Cover Model: Sahib Faber
Cover Photographer: Alikhan Photography
Cover Designer: Najla Qamber


They say one action doesn’t define you. 

I killed a man. Stabbed him in the neck and licked the blood off my lips after I did it. 

Still, one action doesn’t define you. 

I could have called anyone. My father, the Prez of The Fallen MC, our family lawyer, my best friend, Lila, or my brother, King. 

I didn’t. 

Instead, I called Lionel Danner, the police officer renowned for taking down the Nightstalkers MC. The man who had been my father’s arch nemesis for decades. The man who hated everything I stood for. A man who had disappeared from my life without explanation three years ago. 

I called him. 

And maybe one action doesn’t define you, but killing a bad man and calling in the good changed my life and it sure as hell changed his. 

The third book in the Fallen Men Series. A standalone featuring Harleigh Rose and Officer Lionel Danner.

Giana Darling is a Canadian romance writer who specializes in the taboo and angsty side of love and romance. She currently travels Europe with her best friend, an overstuffed suitcase and a mission to eat and drink as much French, Italian and Greek food as possible. While lounging on white beaches, drinking sangria on patios and sleeping in villas, she is hard at work on Cosima Lombardi’s dark romance, The Enslaved Duet, coming summer 2018!



BLOG TOUR ~ The Redemption of the Shrew, Scandalous Kisses Book 4 By Barbara Monajem ~ Available Now!

The Redemption of the Shrew
Scandalous Kisses Book 4
By Barbara Monajem

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About The Redemption of the Shrew:

Nothing is more painful than rejection—particularly when completely naked!

Gloriana Warren doesn’t want to wait for marriage. Beneath her shrewish exterior is a kindhearted woman who uses her fortune for good. It doesn’t matter that the man she’s set her sights on claims impoverishment. She’s in love and determined to marry him. But her attempt at a moonlight seduction ends in disaster.

French marquis Philippe de Bellechasse has had it up to his gorgeous dark eyes with being pursued by lusty ladies. His escape to England from the violence of the French Revolution took a toll on his finances as well. Gloriana may be gloriously naked, but he’s just not ready to submit to her seduction.

But when a precious family artifact is stolen, Philippe must convince Gloriana he’s not the guilty party. He’ll steal it back for her, but on his terms. Gloriana, believing he despises her, has plans of her own. Working at odds is dangerous, but working together can be more so. Is Philippe willing to risk his heart again for a deliciously tempting shrew?

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A clandestine meeting, particularly where nakedness is involved, is best arranged for a moonless night.
Or so Gloriana Warren told herself, for her mother would never have uttered such a scandalous dictum. Unfortunately, it was tonight or never. Tomorrow, the man she had sworn to love forever would leave Lancashire and return to London—without her. They wouldn’t be able to marry for years because of his stupid scruples about money.
Men and their tedious pride! She and the Marquis de Bellechasse loved one another. They shared the same lofty ideals. She had a substantial dowry. Marrying now made sense. Not only that, her mother would die happy.
So Gloriana was taking matters into her own hands. She had planned the upcoming encounter in glorious detail—every word, every gesture. As she emerged from the summerhouse to greet him, he would stand and stare at her, transfixed by her beauty.
“Darling Philippe,” she would say, reaching for him, offering herself without reserve. “Love is eternal. It cannot, must not be denied!”
“Ah, ma belle,” he would respond, his hand on his heart, his voice throbbing with desire. “I adore you. What a fool I was to think we could wait for years. Even another minute is too long. Tonight, I shall make you mine!”
She would fling herself into his waiting arms, swept away on the tide of his passion.
She wasn’t sure exactly how it would go after that, apart from plenty of kissing, but judging by her previous experience of Philippe’s kisses, it would be the most thrilling experience of her life.
She sneaked out the French doors, arms full of blankets, and glanced back up at Garrison House. Not a glimmer of candlelight showed in the windows. She hurried through the rose garden and skirted the lawn, keeping to the bushes and out of the moonlight. In the secret room under the summerhouse, she and her darling Philippe would be safe. Tomorrow they would announce their engagement to Mama. They would send for a special license and be married within a week.
Ten minutes later, she had set up a makeshift bed under the summerhouse and removed all her clothes. Shivering more from excitement than from the chilly night air, she waited for Philippe to arrive.
Tonight would be the most perfect night of her life.
The Marquis de Bellechasse left his horse in a convenient copse and made his careful way forward, pausing at the edge of the trees. Garrison House was reassuringly dark, but moonlight reflected off the ripples on the lake. The summerhouse gleamed white on its little knoll, exposed on all sides. He paused, listening. No sound disturbed the darkness except a nightjar complaining from a nearby oak. He hoped and prayed no one else was up and about tonight. He couldn’t afford to get caught with Gloriana Warren, but nor could he bring himself to ignore her passionate plea to see him once more before they parted.
He loved her—to the point of folly, judging by his current behavior. He had already said farewell, and yet here he was, trespassing on her brother’s estate at midnight to say it again. He dreaded her inevitable tears.
The door to the summerhouse stood wide open, which meant Gloriana was here already. Fine. Best to get it over with now. He took a deep breath and set out across the lawn.
He had almost reached the doorway when she came into view, rising from out of nowhere, her face pale, her hair loose around her bare shoulders. He halted, staring, his heart thundering. She continued to rise, her breasts round and luscious in the light of the moon. His eyes slid helplessly down the curve of her hips to the darker patch at the apex of her thighs . . .
Mordieu. He shook his head and began to back away. “No, chérie. We must not do this.”
She set her feet on the floor—she must have emerged from a trapdoor—and beckoned with those sweet arms, smiled with those lush lips. “Philippe, my darling, please come to me. I love you so much.”
“No, ma belle, I cannot.”
“But love—” She faltered, then continued toward him, arms wide. “Love is eternal. It must not be denied.”
Sacrebleu, she was declaiming like a shoddy actress on the stage. The thought revolted him. Surely his idealistic Gloriana could not cheapen herself so. Anguished, he put up his hands to fend her off. “It is not possible, Gloriana. Not yet. It would not be right.”
She hurried forward, her breasts jiggling enticingly. “Truly, we mustn’t delay. My mother may not have long to live, and seeing me married well is her dearest wish.”
He didn’t care in the least about old Lady Garrison, who was the worst sort of snob. He shook his head. “No. To wait is best.”
“Philippe, I cannot wait. I need you now.” She reached for him, her nakedness inches away.
He gritted his teeth and took another step backwards. His imbecile cock was reacting to her, but he had long ago gained control over its demands. “I am sorry, but I must go.” He turned away.
She wailed, a sharp, keening sound, and immediately a shout came from nearby. Her brother? No, he was in London. A gamekeeper?
Whoever the man might be, he was lurking here on purpose. So much for love, Philippe thought. Gloriana was just another lust-crazed woman trying to trap him into marriage. He turned and ran. Pursued by shouts and then shots, he reached his horse and galloped away.

About the Author:

Winner of the Holt Medallion, Maggie, Daphne du Maurier, Reviewer’s Choice and Epic awards, Barbara Monajem wrote her first story at eight years old about apple tree gnomes. She published a middle-grade fantasy when her children were young, then moved on to paranormal mysteries and Regency romances with intrepid heroines and long-suffering heroes (or vice versa).

Barbara loves to cook, especially soups. She used to have two items on her bucket list: to make asparagus pudding and succeed at knitting socks. Asparagus pudding proved to be pretty horrible, and she is too fumble-fingered to make socks. Now she just sticks with writing books. She lives near Atlanta, Georgia with an ever-shifting population of relatives, friends, and feline strays.

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