Sunday, October 27, 2013

Sexy Sunday - 'Twelve Doors To Ecstasy' by John Tucker

This Sexy Sunday we're featuring a steamy excerpt from John Tucker's Twelve Doors To Ecstasy! Check it out below. 

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Twelve Doors to Ecstasy is about a sexually naïve woman who is determined to broaden her sexual horizons. When Tryst Sanyon answers an advertisement guaranteeing her that opportunity, she finds herself in the presence of a millionaire voyeur who offers her a lucrative sum to participate in his 'experiment.'  She is spirited away to a four story building with six different colored doors on each floor. Each door hides a different sexual task, fetish, or role-playing situation and Tryst must complete three 'doors' on exh floor to complete her goal. Along the way she finds sexual fulfillment, sexual dilemmas, and a growing danger that will threaten her very freedom.


The massive hunk chuckled and stepped up to Tryst's lower back. He removed the cover by slowly dragging it across her prickling skin. Electricity raced from the affected area and gathered at the nerve endings to her nipples and clit. She twisted her waist and released a soft moan that brimmed with a hint of satisfaction. Tryst heard a muted noise and assumed he armed himself with more of the fragrant oil. She gasped when he placed his warm hands on her ass and squeezed. He alternately gripped and massaged her bottom while she sighed at the sensations that coursed through her fragile psyche.

     “You have a spectacular body,” he rumbled, barely loud enough for her to hear. “And possess one of the more remarkable backsides I’ve seen here.”

     God, I think I’m in love. “If you say so,” she cooed. His remarks made her melt into the pink sheets underneath her. “What’s your name…if you don’t mind?”

     “It’s Trevor,” he said as a furtive hand ran between her ass cheeks. He pressed a gentle finger across her anus, rubbed the bottom of her vagina for just a few tantalizing seconds, and resumed his attentions to her ass. “I’m a full blooded Cherokee Indian.”

     And I’m a hot blooded girl from Virginia. Her green eyes fluttered from his relaxing touch. “You’ve got really big hands. Is it true what they say?”

     His silence distressed her. For a moment, Tryst wondered if it was the opposite. She chewed her inner lip and mentally dismissed her thought. No, if he works here, he’s got to have a big dick. A new fear suddenly pierced her thoughts. What if he fucks me? He’s got to be way bigger than any guy I’ve been with.

     Trevor moved to the head of the table. “Turn over please.”

     Tryst did as commanded, albeit awkwardly. He applied another dollop of oil to his palm, rubbed them together, and put them on her breasts. His warm hands made her hardened nipples explode with pleasure. She groaned when he pressed on her pectorals and used his fingers to frame her tits with a carnal intensity that curled her toes. Curious to see if he was just as stimulated, Tryst checked out Trevor’s shorts. The outline of his cock strained against the silky fabric.

     He’s hung like a fucking horse. After assuring herself that Trevor’s focus was on her breasts, she took another look at his bulge. He’s got to have the biggest dick I’ve ever seen. She sucked in a breath when he moved closer to the table, his covered cock now just inches from her face. Did he see me? Is this an invitation to touch it?

     Trevor moved down to her stomach, pressing her skin with a gentleness that belied his rock hard physique. She stared at his shorts, made out the head of his massive dick tented against it, and wished she had the nerve to reach out and stroke it. Tryst cried out when his attentions turned to her pussy. She moaned in delight as his fingers slid between her silky folds and rubbed the tip of her clit upon their return. The slick oil, combined with her hot juices, made the experience one that sent her eyes to the top of her skull. He reached underneath her, cupped her ass cheeks with one hand, and used the other to invade her vagina. Trevor steadily pumped her with a pair of thick fingers and, little by little, increased his motions until they easily brought her to the precipice of an orgasm. She clenched her toes, welcomed the flood of sensations that swept over her body, and choked out a scream she muted with the side of her fist. Trevor’s soft laugh at her expense thrilled her.

     “You’re welcome to touch my cock, Tryst.” He smiled at her shocked expression. “In this room, in any room here, don’t be afraid to do whatever you want.”

     “Um…I think I will.” She sent out a nervous laugh and pulled down his shorts while he continued to stroke her pussy. Tryst groaned at his manipulations and finally laid her eyes on his rock hard dick. He’s got to be twelve-inches and he hasn’t been circumcised. I’ve always wondered what one looked like. She wrapped a hand around the girth, unable to touch her forefinger to her thumb. Holy shit he’s big.  


A life-long Georgia native, John D. Tucker has burned through three wives, raised two sons, and has persevered despite being brought up in a wonderfully dysfunctional family. Following on the heels of his novels Divisive, The Little Girl You Kiss Goodnight, Romancing the Fox, Terpsichore in Love, The Fifth Game, and The Mark of Cain, he plans to release three more books over the course of the next few months - the erotic fantasy Twelve Doors to Ecstasy (available now), the morally raw Splits in the Skin, and the third book in the "Bemused and Bedeviled Series," The Seventh Seal. He is a proud member of IWW (The Internet Writers Workshop) and Scribeslice, both of which he highly recommends to aspiring authors. 


Wednesday, October 23, 2013

Author Spotlight - Eve Rabi

Delighted to be spotlighting author Eve Rabi and her series, My Brother, My Rival on the blog today! 

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Cody Garrett, a former Navy SEAL, has never met a skirt he didn’t fancy. His six-pack, rugged looks and bad boy image ensures a steady stream of hot babes waiting to slip him their phone numbers wherever he goes. 

So, he is confused when Bridie Barker refuses to go on a date with him. 

It’s not like she’s a stunning beauty or something. According to him, her ears are big, she’s well-rounded and she’s not even a D-cup. 

In spite of her shortcomings, the more she pushes him away, the more he finds himself thinking of her. 

Twenty-year-old Bridie Barker has control issues. Every detail in her life is planned. 

Her closet is color-coded and she has an array of storage containers, to ensure that everything is in its correct place. 
Her whole world is black and white, and grey areas are a no-no. 

When she meets the warm and grounded Scott Garrett, she thinks she has found her soul mate. Unfortunately, and to her disappointment, things don’t pan out with Scott. 

While waiting tables, she has a disastrous run-in with his brother, wild boy Cody Garrett, King of Body Shots, who parties every night with a different girl. 

Even though he’s good to look at and makes her laugh, she turns down his advances as he’s clearly the tag-and-release kind of guy.

Besides, she is pretty sure he owns not a single storage container, and she’s certain that his closet is not color-coded. 

Problem is, Cody Garrett finds her rejection an aphrodisiac and pursues her. 

“You will laugh, cry and yell with this book,
you won't be able to put it down once you start reading it!” reviewer


My urge to destroy returned with a vengeance. I turned my Hummer around.

“Where you going to, Cody?” my mother demanded, her voice frantic.

I didn’t answer, but hit the gas and gunned the Hummer toward Bridie’s old place.

“Cody, where are you going?” my dad demanded.

I stared ahead as I floored it.

“Cody, just stop!” Jenna said. “I know where you’re going! You stop right now, Cody!”

Ignoring all their pleas, I drove on until I pulled up into the parking lot outside Bridie’s old place.

Just in time – I spotted her standing outside Scott’s Roadster in the parking lot.

Scott was still in the driver’s seat, talking on his phone.

I braked and without killing the engine, I hopped out of my Hummer.

Within seconds, my family was running behind me, pleading with me to leave them alone.

Bridie spotted me first. “Cody!” she mouthed, fear in her eyes.

I picked up a brick from the side of the road and walked toward Scott.

“Cody!” Bridie screamed. “What are you doing? STOP!”

I ignored her and walked over to my brother. I was going to smash his skull with the brick until his brains lay all over his Roadster.

His window was opened. Good. When he saw me above him, brick high up in the air, ready to hit him with it, he dropped his phone.

I raised the brick to smash it down his face.

His eyes grew large.

“CODY, NO!” Bridie screamed.

When I looked into Scott’s eyes, I wavered.

He stared, I glared. 

I willed myself to do it, to kill Scott.

But I couldn’t do it. He was still my brother.

Even though he stole my girl, even though he hurt me like no one in this world had ever hurt me, I couldn’t hurt him.

How I wished he was some other fucker at that moment.

Frustrated, I booted in the Roadster’s door three times. The door caved into him.

Scott tried to open his door, but the door wouldn’t budge.

He scrambled toward the passenger’s side and tried to open that door, but I dropped the brick and pushed the Roadster until it fell onto its side.

“What are you doing, CODY?” Bridie screamed.

With the Roadster on its side and Scott trying to boot out the BMW’s windshield, I spun around to look at Bridie.

With eyes as big as saucers, she walked backward. “Cody, stop, please!”

I walked faster. She turned and broke into a run, away from me.

There’s no way she could outrun me. I raced after her. She ran faster and in a bad move, toward my Hummer. I caught up with her and grabbed her hair.

“Where the FUCK are you going to, sister-in-law? Huh? We need to talk.”

“No, leave me alone!” she cried as she tried to free her hair from my fingers.

“You owe me an explanation,” I said, as I dragged her to the Hummer and shoved her into it. I got into the driver’s seat and sped off.

Behind me, Jenna, my mother, and father were running after the Hummer, screaming my name. I didn’t stop.

“Slow down, Cody!” Bridie cried.

“Why? Why the fuck should I, huh? Let us both die. Today. NOW!” I stepped on the gas.

“CODY, PLEASE STOP!” she begged.

I flashed her a mirthless smile. “Scared? Huh?”

“Why are you doing this?” She was crying now.

“Because I thought I was in a bad dream, but guess what; it’s true, my brother and my FUCKING GIRL! Not a dream, honey, just my reality.”


“What the fuck are you CRYING FOR?” I yelled.

“Cody, I don’t understand; you cheated on me. Why are you acting like you’re so cut, huh?”

“Cheated on you? What the fuck are you talking about, Bridie? I never cheated on you.”

“You did!”

“When? When the FUCK did I cheat on you, huh? You talking about that stupid body shot? That was fucking cheating? Huh?”

“No, not the body shot, Cody. The night of the party – you cheated with Nicole!”

“What are you talking about, Bridie? You’re hallucinating. I did not cheat with Nicole.”

“Yes, you did, Cody! I walked into your room and saw you both in bed. I left straight away.”

I shook my head in disbelief. She could lie so blatantly? Fury overtook me. I locked the steering wheel of the Hummer. It slid across the road like it was on snow.

“Today, both of us are going to die,” I warned.

“I'd give it six stars if I could.” reviewer


Meet The Author

Eve Rabi lives in Sydney Australia, but she hails from South Africa.

She is the author of 20 modern-day love stories and is known for her kick-ass leading ladies, her alpha males and her ability to make you laugh and make you cry while falling in love.
Eve is currently single and is looking for a man who resembles George Clooney (the young one, not the grey and white one).
He must also have the abs of Channing Tatum and the sense of humor of Johnny Depp.

If he doesn’t have all these prerequisites, he must be willing to undergo plastic surgery to look like George (at his own expense, so he must also be loaded) and endure rigorous physical training on a daily basis to acquire a six pack.

Or have ab implants, she’s not fussy.

And most importantly, since Eve hates shallow people, he must accept her for who she is. 



Sunday, October 20, 2013

Sexy Sunday and Blog Tour/Giveaway - 'Rotten' by J.L. Brooks

Hooray! It's Sexy Sunday and J.L. Brooks second novel, Rotten, is here! I loved her first one, Distractions (read my one and only 5 smooch review here), and was very much looking forward to this one. Happy to be part of her blog tour and it just so happens that I have snagged an EXCLUSIVE excerpt from a deleted scene for you (thanks, J.L.!). Read on for my review and other cool stuff!

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Growing up on the outskirts of Las Vegas as the daughter of notorious strip club owner, Stephen Knox, and a mother who abandoned her at birth, life was less than kind to a young Antoinette.

After a failed teenage suicide attempt, Toni hit the road in search of a life free of undeserved cruelty and any resemblance to her past. 

Years later, Toni is lost in a dead end marriage and makes a painful confession that sends her back to the one place she always wanted to escape. But can she really right the wrongs that haunt her? Toni soon finds that the only place where things stay the same is in your mind.

When her path crosses with David Stark, childhood playmate turned one night stand, she cannot deny the spike in temperature she feels every time he's near or the scorching dreams that flood her at night.

Digging through the years of heartache, Toni soon finds herself torn between the man she is committed to and the one who has always held her heart. As each layer unfolds before her, she discovers the root cause of her pain. Always believing the source was external, nothing could prepare her for the truth.

*This book contains sexual content and adult language. Intended for readers 17+.                                                                                              


(snippet of deleted scene)

While enjoying my impromptu pool lesson, I felt another cue slide back and forth between my legs. Shane still had both hands on me, causing me to turn in panic and yelp. I made eye contact with David just as he busted out laughing. Quickly narrowing my eyes, I waited to see if he was jealous. It was remarkable how well we could communicate without saying a word, and I could see David ready to challenge Shane, yet he looked away and headed into the office. 

Shane followed him with his eyes until the door closed. 

“Do you two have something going on?  ‘Cuz I’m not one to intrude.”

I smiled and reached my hand up along his cheek to feel the coarse hair tickle my fingertips. Shaking my head back and forth, I placed my hand behind his head and drew him closer into a kiss. I had never kissed a man with a beard like this before. The whiskers brushed against my mouth aggressively, a sharp contrast to his soft lips. He tasted as sweet as I knew he really was. With a gentle tongue he began to dance against mine, unhurried and unconcerned with the spectators. Shane moved his hands languidly along my spine before trailing towards my ass and lifting me up effortlessly onto the pool table.

My ankle curled around his calf and raked up and down as the kiss intensified. Lifting off his cap and setting it beside us, his pupils dilated and his cheeks flushed.

“I really like kissing you,” I whispered. 

“Thank you,” he responded back softly.

I wanted to giggle again -- he was so adorable -- but his fevered lips stopped me and continued to melt any reservations I had. I knew I was acting out because I was safe. Shane would be gone in a few days, and unless he came back into the club, our paths would never cross again.

Reaching his fingers into my hair, he started to massage my scalp as his teeth grazed my bottom lip. I moaned in delight as my legs squeezed his waist tighter. Bystanders be damned if this wasn’t one of the hottest moments of my life, and I wasn’t about to stop now. If it weren’t for the sudden jerk of Shane’s lips ripping away from mine, I possibly would have gotten naked right here on the table and let him have his way. This was a strip club after all, and naked women were the standard. He would however be the only lucky bastard that got to touch me. But I wasn’t a dancer; fuck, I wasn’t even available. Even though I didn’t belong to David, I should have known it was only a matter of time before he became territorial over me.

The shouting sounded like a freight train as a sea of blue clothing, black leather, and flying fists surrounded me. The two men towered over the rest of the brawlers, and I feared for Shane knowing who David really was. Jumping off the table to try to stop them, it was only a matter of seconds before I heard the pop and the world went black.



My Songs Know What You Did In The Dark (Light 'Em Up) - Fall Out Boy
Miss Jackson - Panic at the Disco
My Side Of The Bed - Little Big Town
Another Love - Tom Odell
Skinny Love - Bon Iver
Fall Apart - Every Avenue
More Than Life - Whitley
Sail - Awol Nation
Radio Active - Imagine Dragons
Crazy - Aerosmith
Poison - Alice Cooper
Cherry Pie - Warrant
Community Property - Steel Panther
Knocking On Heaven’s Door - Guns N Roses

My Thoughts:

Ah, yes. As I was hoping, J.L. Brooks has written another contemporary romance novel that doesn't feel stale or have boring characters I wouldn't want to even be friends with. Her second offering has a less complicated story line than her first, but her characters are still as complex and agonizingly effed up as her last. This may at first glance appear as a diss, but no, no, dear reader, Ms. Brooks has managed to make damaged people strong and interesting at the same time. Bullseye.

After a failed suicide attempt, Toni Knox fled her small town outside of Las Vegas, where she was bullied relentlessly in school for the fact that her father owned the local strip club. She reinvents herself in Indiana, becoming a psychologist and marrying "the right guy." When her father falls ill ten years later, she comes home to prepare for his passing and is forced into close proximity with her childhood love and "first time," former pro hockey player David Stark, who has plenty of demons of his own (well of course, cuz that's what we like in our book boyfriends, don't we girls? smiley Wink ). There were moments I admit in which I flat out disliked our heroine, who has a penchant for doing things for the sake of shock value (misplaced rage, anyone?), but sometimes I flat out dislike my oldest and dearest girlfriends, too, so I don't judge whether a book is good or not based on whether I am in constant bliss with a character. But I digress...

Toni also has cajones of steel. Long gone is the girl who was the brunt of jokes and bullying and in her place is a tough broad who is equally non-judgemental toward others most would consider outcasts. The kindness she shows the strippers who work for her father was endearing and when she gives her high school nemesis a job when she desperately needs one, I caught myself saying out loud, "Well, she's more woman than I'll ever be!" Toni is a woman who needed saving, cuz she's a fantastic disaster, and yet I felt that if salvation never came, she still would've been just fine. My kind o' heroine. smiley Thumbsup

David makes a fine hero: gorgeous, built and hung (of course - yeah, daddy! smiley 16a375z), but broken since his career as a hockey player imploded due to his explosive behavior (I guess even the NHL has its limits!). He's also a horn dog and we find out it's because he's only ever really had eyes for Toni (again, of course!) and he blames himself for her skipping town and never coming back. I found it interesting that Ms. Brooks turns the tables a bit - David seems to be the one acting more responsibly than Toni, seeing that she's married, while Toni seems to take great pleasure in tormenting David sexually every chance she gets. I can hardly blame her, since she hasn't been laid by her douchebag husband in four years, but still. Her past anger rears its head in all sorts of ways in this story. When they finally get together (and seriously, there were a couple times where I was like, "OH MY GOD, CLOSE THE DEAL ALREADY!!!"), it is worth it and morally everything ends up working out. 

A highlight of this story for me personally was J.L.'s descriptions of Las Vegas and the outlying desert, as I used to visit the area at least once or twice a year (when I had money haha!) and I really miss it. Her descriptions are expedient yet still vivid. Her writing style is edgy but she can easily draw you back with a simple tug on your heart string. Never overtly sappy, she can tell a romantic story without making you need a visit to the dentist afterward. Her characters almost always have foot-in-mouth disease, which I find very interesting and far sexier than the formulaic dialogue of most romances (no sir, you do NOT complete me, thank you very much smiley Sick0020 ). She has a gift with creating imperfect characters you love, hate and root for all at the same time. This is a book I was excited to get back to whenever real life got in the way of my reading time. So far, she's proven her work can stand toe-to-toe with anything in its genre from a brick-and-mortar publisher. These reasons are why J.L. Brooks is currently one of my favorite indie authors and I anxiously await book number three. 

AND NO CLIFFHANGER!!! smiley 167shsx


Rating: Four and a half smooches! (out of 5)    smiley Kiss smiley Kiss smiley Kiss smiley Kiss   
(the only reason it isn't five is simply cuz I think I her first book, Distractions, just barely wins out as my fave of the two with its intricate, heart-stopping plot line)  


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JL Brooks is a former columnist turned novelist. What started as a bet changed her entire course in life. With a passion for adventure, she believes everyone has a story to tell. Chances are she will try to convince you to tell yours.

Previous works: 
Stories for Amanda (Contributing Author)


Wednesday, October 16, 2013

Author Spotlight - Andrea Johnson Beck

Happy to be spotlighting Andrea Johnson Beck and her novel Deadly Deception today at Deliza's Dirty Dramas! 


Dr. Anne Jamison, a brilliant neuropsychiatrist, is living the concrete jungle life in Minneapolis with her fiancé, prominent attorney Adam Whitney. But the mysterious death of Carter Leeds, her beloved former boyfriend, still haunts her…

After three years of unanswered questions, a mysterious package finds its way to Anne. The note inside reveals the possibility that Carter may, in fact, be alive. Even more shocking, her very own fiancé may have had a hand in his attempted demise. Anne doesn’t know what—or who—to believe, and the deeper she digs, the more she is overcome by a dangerous game of cat and mouse. But will Anne’s trust be restored—or will she be the one left plotting revenge?


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Andrea was born a Midwestern girl, grew up in Iowa and South Dakota. She came out of the womb writing, her parents have recorded evidence of Andrea's whimsical imagination. She has had many poems and short stories published over the years, even did free verse sessions at a local coffee shop but there isn't any recorded evidence of that. Andrea is thankful for the lack of technology in the 90's.

After twenty-nine trips around the sun, she decided it was time to sit down and write her first book. And, she did. Two weeks before her 30th birthday, Andrea completed Deadly Deception. Sadly, it sat in her laptop for two years before she decided to self-publish in November 2012.

Montlake Romance loved Deadly Deception and Deadly Redemption so much, they wanted them and their author. Andrea and Montlake Romance decided to interweave the two stories into one novel. The "new" Deadly Deception was released October 8th, 2013.

Andrea resides in North Carolina with her quirky family, where she home schools her son and writes about the craziness that pours from her mind. Her son, Logan, has caught the writing bug. He talks about being on the Autism Spectrum and homeschooling at his very own blog, The Quirky Mustache. Logan has touched many lives and is her hero.


Sunday, October 13, 2013

Review - 'These Foolish Things' by Susan Thatcher

Pleased as punch to be reviewing new novelist Susan Thatcher's first release, These Foolish Things, today. I've been promising her a review for weeks and weeks and FINALLY here it is! I hope you will feel free to leave a comment for me or Susan at the bottom of the blog post because we LOVE to hear from you! And if you haven't already, please subscribe to my blog to be notified of future reviews and features (over here →). Thank you as always for visiting. smiley Crush

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Meet Elizabeth Gardner. She’s given up on being anything but a single woman who plays a supporting role in the lives of those around her. Fate, however, has a different plan for her. During a softball game, handsome, successful Tyrone Hadley literally runs into her and a stealthy kiss opens a world of new possibilities to her. What might have been “happily ever after” in most stories is just the beginning. Is love strong enough to survive?



My Thoughts:

Well, it's certainly nice to read a book containing characters I'd actually want to know in person if they were real. Not particularly because I have anything in common with them (they are softball-playing attorneys...WAY beyond my social, economic or athletic aspirations in life), but because they are smart. And they've accomplished something in their lives. And they listen to good music. And they are productive members of society who do charitable things. And...the pièce de résistance...THEY AREN'T 20 YEAR OLDS.

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Ah. How refreshing. A love story about people who might actually know what the hell it is when they finally find it! smiley Thumbsup

With the exception of the beginning of the story, which I personally found a little dry only because I'm not a sports person so the description of the softball game wasn't of much interest to me (take that with a grain of salt though, because it's still well-written), I found myself continuously interested in the story and characters. I particularly enjoyed the witty banter between not just our hero and heroine (Ty and Liz), but also between the secondary characters. It's obvious the author is smart as a whip and she wrote all her characters as such as well (including Beanie the Cat, who obviously can't speak but is still loaded with personality). When I was in my early 20's voraciously reading historical romances, it was always the snappy dialogue that sucked me in - to the point that I'd get to the first sex scene and flip through it without even reading it cuz I wanted to get to more dialogue. That was how I felt reading These Foolish Things. So kudos there.

Speaking of sex (since I am an erotica writer, I should probably bring it up), it's very discreet in this book, but I felt the characters were developed enough for it not to be a glaringly obvious omission. Because the author knows what she's doing, it felt perfectly suited to the story. In fact, I'm not sure I'd have enjoyed it as much if there had been extensively written sex scenes. Less is more in this case.

I think it's safe to say that the general formula of a romance novel is as follows:

1) Boy meets girl
2) Boy and girl fall in love
3) Boy loses girl
4) Boy gets girl back

I am not entirely sure I am in love with the "boy gets girl back" part of the story because, without giving anything away, it just felt way too quick and easy for Ty. I felt he should've had to work harder. But a) sometimes humans are flat out STUPID when we want someone back so badly that we can taste it (that is reality, whether we want to admit to it or not) and b) I know a sequel is forthcoming and I suspect more shenanigans will ensue before Liz and Ty get their true HEA anyway. 

As an aside...YAY, NO CLIFFHANGER!!! This is a stand alone read, which I VERY much appreciated.

I'm also gonna give Ms. Thatcher a lil bit o' shite about how Liz and Ty end up on their first date. It's really quite outrageous and would never in a million bazillion years happen in real life. HOWEVER...I will give her that she wrote it in such a way that I was able to suspend my disbelief just enough to carry on with the story. She covered her bases (heyo! see what I did there? softball reference, snap!) - and her arse - rather well, I'd say.

That said though, overall this is one of the better contemporary romance novels I've read lately and I highly recommend it. smiley 16a3c6a

Rating: Four and a half smooches! (out of 5)    smiley Kiss smiley Kiss smiley Kiss smiley Kiss   


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Susan Thatcher was born in New Hampshire and raised in Vermont, graduating from the University of Vermont (including a stint in Salisbury, South Australia as an exchange student starting in January 1982; she hates winter that much). She contributed occasional articles to UVM’s newspaper, the Vermont Cynic. Susan has also contributed to Morning Edition on NPR (they read her letter on the air.), the Boca Raton News and, a news parody website. Susan also earned a Juris Doctor from Franklin Pierce Law Center.  

She presently lives in Southern California because the climate and topography suit her. And she is writing more material.