Thursday, January 31, 2019

New Review! The Mafia Boss (The Accidental Mafia Queen #1) by Khardine Gray 5 Cranky Stars

Mafia Boss (The Accidental Mafia Queen, #1)Mafia Boss by Khardine Gray
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

5 Cranky Stars

What a fantastic book, it hooked me from the first page. Raphael was the big boss of the Mafia that ran most of Chicago. He was unwell and wanted to hand over the reigns to someone else. He had no sons of his own so he chose one of his best friends sons. With this honour came a price, he had to marry Raphael's estranged daughter.

This is where Amelia comes in many years previous she had opted out the Mafia life, changed her name and became a cop. She was dedicated to her job and not interested in relationships, having had a couple go very wrong. That was until Luc joined as her new partner. As with any lie the truth will out and slowly Amelia's true identity is being revealed. She also learns more about the truth of Luc which is a total shock to her. She has fallen for him and now her head cannot seen to sort everything out. The book flowed well from scene to scene. It is left hanging at the end with so many loose ends.

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New Review! Sausalito Nights (Montgomery Beauty Series #1) by Stephanie Salvatore 3 Cranky Stars

Sausalito Nights (Montgomery Beauty Series: Book One)Sausalito Nights by Stephanie Salvatore
My rating: 3 of 5 stars

3 Cranky Stars

The first half of this book is about a young couple meeting, one being the daughter of the local Mobs and the other a respectable young man moving into area with his parents. Half way through was going to give up as it was about sex only. Where, when and how!!!!

I persevered with it and thankfully I did as second half was really good. I think I realise what the author was trying to do in the first half, which is tell you how serious their relationship was, not just a fling.The couple were forbidden to see one another but this didn't stop them.

The second half was more appealing, when there is trouble with the mob. Nothing like a bit of death, torture and betrayal to get the interest going again. The last part of this book makes you want to read more. I would definitely give the next book ago.

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New Review! Art of Love by Khardine Gray 4 Cranky Stars

Art of LoveArt of Love by Khardine Gray
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

4 Cranky Stars

You shouldn’t go out the night before a big interview to drown your sorrows over a best friend who betrayed you because you never know who you might wake up next to the following morning. He might be the guy or girl who is also in competition for your position at work and it might be the start of something amazing. This is Jia and Hunters story. Jia being jilted by a supposed best friend who basically gave her savings away to her flavor of the week who ran away with it all. Hunter found his best friend in bed with his girlfriend. They collide in a bar and realize they really like each other, and both have a passion for art. They also learn they are in competition for the same job and must work together. Oddly they learn about themselves and each other and can’t see any way this wont end in heartache but they try anyway. Two different artists, two hearts, and two people who just want to be loved.

I did like the story of Jia and Hunter. I felt somethings were just added to the story but really didn’t play any part in it like the niece. I know there needed to be a dramatic reason why Jia stopped working for Impasso but we never really see her considering how important she supposedly was. There is a lot of sexy times in this book like kindle on fire sexy times. Some of the sex descriptions were kind of funny to me and I’m sure that was the opposite effect Khardine Gray was going for but that’s just my brain.

I liked that they were both selfless when it came to this job. They didn’t have some huge blowup about it. They just loved each other and that was that. That epilogue was so darn cute. I can just imagine it all. All in all if you love a book with heart and soul and some steam your kindle up sexy times then Art of Love is for you.

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Release Blitz! Changing Spaces (The Callaghan Green Series) by Annie Dyer

Title: Changing Spaces
Series: The Callaghan Green Series
Author: Annie Dyer
Genre: Steamy Contemporary Romance
Release Date: January 31, 2019
She said one night. He said more. She should’ve known better than to argue with a lawyer.
Ava Callaghan was never going to be just one night. She was going to be more, much more. She just didn’t know it yet.
Hotshot lawyer Elijah Ward can’t be interested in his friends’ and colleagues’ little sister. With his long-term relationship over, he isn’t looking for anyone, including off-limits Ava Callaghan with her long blonde hair and zest for life that eclipses everyone around her. She’s the daughter of his old boss and the sister of his new one – not a good career move.
She and Elijah can be for one steamy night only. Settling down isn’t on Ava’s agenda: the only thing she’s planning on settling is the foundations to another refurbishment project. 
But one night is never going to be enough, not when Eli has as much mastery in the bedroom as the courtroom, and Ava has to decide whether it’s worth changing the space around her so there’s room for him.
A life-changing incident, family shenanigans and a persistent ex-girlfriend are enough to persuade anyone to close the door and walk away. But Eli isn’t the type to let what he wants walk off with his heart.
Eli Ward argues a good case for making their space a joint one. The question is will she let him win?

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Cover and Excerpt Reveal! Finding Grey (Return to You #1) by Rebecca Raine

Release Date: February 20, 2019
Cover Design: Syneca Featherstone @ OriginalSyn
Photographer: Regina Wamba


𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙚𝙙𝙪𝙘𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙮 𝙖 𝙧𝙤𝙘𝙠 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧, 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙖 𝙛𝙤𝙤𝙡 𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚.
𝐒𝐞𝐚𝐧 The night Dante Sinclair lured me into his dressing room and gave me my first kiss, I was oblivious to one important fact: all rock stars are spoiled narcissists. I learned my lesson when our failed attempt at a reunion left me humiliated and heartbroken. Now, Dante is booked into the music retreat I run. Years have passed, so I know he won’t recognise me. He’ll have no idea the man cooking his meals and washing his clothes is the same skinny boy he kissed so long ago. And when he begins to look at me like I’m his new favourite muse, my anonymity will be my only protection against the sensuality of his charms. 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞 𝐺𝑟𝑒𝑦. It’s the name I gave to the only boy I ever kissed. He is my favourite memory. The place my mind goes when the expectations of rock stardom threaten to choke me. I barely remember what he looked like, but I’ll never forget the way he made me feel. When I came to this retreat, my goals were simple: get out of my creative rut and write my new album. But one look into Sean’s eyes is enough to threaten the tenuous control I have over my life. He swears we’ve never met, but there’s a Grey-ness to him that inspires me, even as it makes me long to satisfy the cravings I’ve denied for so long. He may not be my Grey—but he’s close enough.





After Phil left, I turned on my heel to face Sean, curious to know which way the wind would blow now we were alone.
“If you’ll follow me, Mr Sinclair,” he began, gesturing to the hallway behind him, “I’ll show you to your room.”
“Hold on a sec,” I said, halting him. His cheeks hollowed as he turned back to me and I got the impression he was biting his tongue. I sauntered closer, wrapping an extra-thick layer of rock star around me as I went. “We’ll be seeing a lot of each other over the next couple of months, so I’d prefer it if you call me Dante. How does that sound to you, Sean?” I said his name slowly, letting my gaze roam over his face as I spoke. I’d perfected the blatantly sexual move in my late teens and used it liberally ever since. Most people responded to the suggestion by repeating my name, often with the same slow drawl I’d used on them. It was like a game. Harmless, but flirtatious, it was designed to make people feel like we’d shared a profound, if fleeting, connection.
“If you insist, Dante.” Sean said my name slowly all right, but rather than being flirtatious, an undeniable hint of mockery coloured his tone. He knew the game, but he wasn’t inclined to play. A slow smile crossed my face as he turned away. Oh yeah, he definitely didn’t like me.
We passed several bedrooms before I spoke again. “This house is a little big for just me.”
“We usually have entire bands stay, sometimes with their partners,” he said over his shoulder. “The house can accommodate up to ten people at a time. It’s not often we have only one guest.”
“I work best when I’m on my own. Less distractions.” I didn’t add usually to the end of my sentence, although with the way my gaze glued itself to his arse as he walked in front of me, I knew the word belonged there. Sean entered a doorway on the left and my perfect view was cut short.
I followed him into a large, airy room. My luggage had been placed at the end of a king-sized bed that called my name the instant we crossed the threshold.
“Your private bathroom is through here,” he said, pushing a second door wide, “and the walk-in wardrobe is opposite. I’ll be providing all your meals and taking care of the house and grounds while you’re here. I can also run basic errands if necessary.” Everything about his tone was pleasant, modulated… fake. I hated fake. “Think of me as your go-to man for whatever you need during your stay.”
I didn’t need much, but I’d just added the desire to hear Sean’s voice crack to the end of my growing list of wants. Bending to place my guitar case in front of the nearby dresser, I favoured him with a grin. “Aren’t you the host with the most.”
The barely perceptible narrowing of his eyes wasn’t lost on me. “It’s all part of the Full-Service Package.”
In other words, I’d paid a shitload of money to have him at my beck and call, and I’d be an idiot to assume he was here for any other reason. The stark reminder was unnecessary. I had no illusions about my life, or the fact it was populated by transactions more often than affection. But it would make for a trying couple of months if the man couldn’t at least pretend to tolerate me.
“I’ll leave you to get settled. If you need anything, pick up the phone and dial one hash to reach me. Otherwise, I’ll see you in the morning.”
“And you’ll give me that tour?” There was no real need for us to shake a second time, but I offered my hand anyway. Something about his aversion to me, the way my very existence seemed to annoy him, inspired a perverse desire to dig further under his skin. “I wouldn’t want to get lost. Who knows where I’ll end up?”
Those lips pressed together again as he came forward to accept my hand, but this time he seemed to be fighting a wry smile. “It’s a viable concern with rock stars, I’ll admit. I wouldn’t want to have to file a missing person’s report on the first day.”
Sean’s teasing made me smile. Perhaps there was hope for us yet. I looked into his eyes as we shook, really looked—all up close and personal.
Grey. Sean’s eyes were grey.
An eternity passed as I stood there, staring at him. Not just at his eyes, though. I’d come across men with grey eyes before. As colours went, it wasn’t so rare. Sean was different. With his light-brown hair and his square jaw, he possessed a Grey-ness that had been lacking in other men. For a moment, I imagined I could laugh and pull him against me. Finally. After all these years.
Found you.
Sean cleared his throat. “Is something wrong?” The low intensity of his voice, the way his breath came fast in his chest, implied my overly dramatic response had somehow been mirrored in him. “I’m gonna need my hand back.”
The spell broke and I released him but, even so, I couldn’t tear my gaze away. “You, ah, you remind me of someone I haven’t seen in a long time.” I swallowed past the lump in my throat, wishing beyond all hope. “Have we met before?”


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About the Author

Rebecca is a long-time lover of all things romance. Whether it's a book, movie, or real-life, she will always have more fun if there's a love interest thrown into the mix. She lives in Queensland, Australia with her very own hero husband, two adorable children and one big, black dog. Other than reading and writing books, her favourite things include loud music, enjoying a glass of wine on the patio, organising everything in existence, and spending too much time on the Internet.

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