Friday, June 29, 2018

Blog Tour for Getting Schooled



Head of the class...

Garrett Daniels has this whole life thing figured out.

The cocky, charismatic former high school star quarterback is an idolized football coach and "cool" teacher in the hometown where he's not just a golden boy — he's platinum. He has good friends, a great house on the lake, and the best damn sidekick a man could ask for: Snoopy, the albino beagle.

Then...Callie Carpenter comes home.

And knocks him right on his tight end zone.



Back to school...



Callie has a pretty sweet life herself...on the other side of the country. But circumstances — that she'd prefer to never speak of again — have brought her back home, helping out her parents and substitute teaching at her old high school.



Now she's facing bickering, raging hormones, constant gossip, awkward weirdness, and drama galore...and that's just the teachers.



Just like old times...



When Garrett offers to show his former high school sweetheart the secrets of his winning teacher ways, Callie jumps at the chance - and then has to stop herself from jumping him.



Good friends are all they can ever be.



Or...these teachers just might end up getting schooled — hard — by love.



Includes a special bonus interview with the author!



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Review by Lisa Kane
3.5 Stars 


Garrett Daniels and Callie Carpenter were high school sweet hearts. The one couple everyone thought would end up marrying, having babies and living out their HEA. And they thought so too, until life got complicated, hearts got shattered and Callie moved away.

Seventeen years later, Garrett is the high school football coach, and is just about a god to everyone in the town. Yeah he's a player, but he answers to no one but himself and women know where he stands. Life is good.

"I like you too. But I also like my life the way it is. A lot."

Callie lives on the other side of the country, is a success in the theatre world and for her, life is good too. Right up until her parents are involved in an accident (her mother was showing her father "some love" while they were driving, they crashed and each broke a leg!) and she has to come home to take care of them. To the place where her life fell apart. To the town where her first love still lives. To a substitute teaching job in the theatre department for the next year.

When I read the part where Garrett and Callie come face to face again my stomach was doing flip flops like it was on a trampoline.

And just like that, I'm sucked back to being seventeen again-standing in this parking lot after school. How many times did he hug me right here in this spot? How many times did he kiss me-sometimes quick and fleeting, sometimes slow with longing, cradling my face in his large hands? 

Their reunion is sweet and peppered with humor. Both remember each other as their first love. But neither one really knows the other anymore. They've been apart for so many years. The attraction is still there, but will a fire burn from the embers? Each is successful in their careers, but those careers are on opposite sides of the country.

How can I ask him that? To give up his kids, and probably coaching and the things he loves so much? The things that make him who he is? 
I can't. 
I would never. Just like he won't ask me to stay in Lakeside. 
We're stuck. 

Did I like Getting Schooled? Yep. Did I love it? Here's the thing-there was too much going on in this story. Threads about the kids on the football team, kids breaking the law and the consequences from their actions, Garrett's millions of nieces and nephews whose names I can't remember, all kinds of drama that had little to nothing to do with the main couple. It was all a bit too much. I wanted the story to dig deeply into Callie and Garrett's souls, let me feel their pain, let me feel that slow burn when they are reconnecting. But it all got lost in the other character's stories and I ended up with a lot less story about them, and a whole lot of story about other people that I really didn't care about.

Emma Chase is a 1-click author for me. I may not have connected with this book, but it wouldn't stop me from reading whatever else she has planned for us.

"I love you too, Cal, so much. 
Everything else ....is just details."




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High school parking lots are one of the most dangerous places on earth. I don’t have statistics to back that up…but I know it’s true.



I pull into the school parking lot Monday morning in my Dad’s giant, newly repaired mint-green Buick, with Back in Black by AC/DC blasting from the speakers. I feel tough, powerful—like I’m driving a tank.



I’m a badass teacher—I’ll run you down even if you’re a student—I’ve got twenty-nine more in class just like you.



The outfit helps too—leather boots, blue jeans, a starched white blouse and a black leather jacket. It’s my armor. The morning air is cool and crisp today, but I barely feel it. I’m locked and loaded and ready to roll.



As I march towards the main entrance, I spot Garrett and Dean and Alison Bellinger outside the doors. They pause when they see me, waiting.



“Damn,” Dean chuckles. “Callie’s got her shit-kickers on. Did you dig them out of a mosh pit from 1993?”



Garrett crosses his arms. “Somebody’s channeling Michelle Pfiefer in Dangerous Minds.”



He looks fantastic. His hair is tousled from the breeze and kisses his brow, and he’s wearing a dark blue sweater that’s snug around his biceps and soft, worn, light blue jeans. I remember his arms around me yesterday on my parent’s porch. The wonder and exhilaration of the moment.



Of him.



The intensity in his eyes, the desire and possessiveness in the grasp of his hands. The scorching feel of his mouth, his wet talented tongue that made my stomach swirl and my head spin.



So much for not complicating things.



But I’m not going to play head games with myself or Garrett—we’re too old for that shit.



I have feelings for him—I always have—our break-up had nothing to do with either of us not wanting each other desperately. But these aren’t just leftover echoes of a sweet, first love—this is something new. A throbbing, breathless attraction to the amazing man he’s become. I want to be near him. I want to know him, inside and out, all over again.



And he feels the same way. Garrett wants this version of me as much as he always did—maybe even more. I heard it in his whispered words and felt it in his kiss.



I don’t know if we have a future, if it can go anywhere. We have separate lives on opposite ends of the country. But I’m not going to worry about that—for now, I’m going to take each day as it comes and enjoy every moment we can.



Except for now. Now is not the time for enjoying or worrying or relationship building…now is the time for focusing. Now is the time to be ice and steel—don’t smile, don’t waver.



“Little fucknutters don’t know who the hell they’re dealing with,” I growl.



Allison pumps her fist. “That’s the spirit.”



Garrett opens the door for me. “Go get ‘em, Gangster’s Paradise.”


















Emma Chase is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of the hot and hilarious Tangled series and The Legal Briefs series. Emma lives in New Jersey with her husband, two children and two naughty (but really cute) dogs. She has a long-standing love/hate relationship with caffeine.



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Monday, June 25, 2018












5 Star Review by Trinette Dungee!!!



Jade Abbott is seventeen years old and she’s traveled the world a few times over. With a mom who’s the lead singer for one of the most popular bands in the world she’s grown up on the road, home schooled and living the life that any other red blooded teenager would kill for. However, all Jade wants is a chance to be a regular teenager and when she manages to convince her mom to let her spend her summer before senior year with her straight-laced aunt and uncle her dreams are finally coming true. She’s finally going to see what it’s like to be a real teenage girl…which includes, much to her dismay, boy drama. Quentin Ford is definitely that, DRAMA; but the more Jade tries to stay away the more she’s intrigued by him.
Quentin Ford by most teenage girls’ standard is the hottest thing walking but he’s not your average good looking teenage boy. Quentin is all about family, responsibilities, and obligations. He’s a mystery to most people but Jade has caught his eye and he’s more than willing to help her live out her dreams but as much as he likes Jade, there’s only so far he can let her into his life. Being the oldest in his family, there are responsibilities that Quentin has that not even Jade can make him forget. 
I’m always hesitant to read young adult stories. I’m always afraid I will read about teenagers doing what I know they do but prefer to think that there are not. Sometimes I wonder, “How interesting can this be? They’re kids.” But then I read something like this and I am completely engrossed and realize that some of them really do have a lot going on. This is my second Nicole Williams book and like “Trusting You and Other Lies”, I loved this book. It reminded me once again that teenagers have difficult times just like adults. While this book is told from Jade’s POV, it’s Quentin that had me most intrigued. Both of these characters were mature beyond their years. You understood why Jade was the way she was right from the beginning; although her mother loves her more than life it’s Jade who kind of handles things. She’s very structured so you get why she wants to just be a kid. It took a while to get to what made Quentin tick, though. At one point I kind of had a feeling where his story was going but I wasn’t one hundred percent sure. Then there’s one pivotal moment where it really clicked for me and I was just needed Jade to hurry up and figure it out. At that same moment you saw just how invested Jade was in Quentin and it just made me love them even more.   

Definitely one of the best YA books I’ve read in a long time. Add it to your beach TBR list. 

































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Fans of Sarah Dessen, Stephanie Perkins, and Jenny Han will delight as the fireworks spark and the secrets fly in this delicious summer romance from a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author.

When Jade decided to spend the summer with her aunt in California, she thought she knew what she was getting into. But nothing could have prepared her for Quentin. Jade hasn't been in suburbia long and even she knows her annoying (and annoyingly cute) next-door neighbor spells T-R-O-U-B-L-E.

And when Quentin learns Jade plans to spend her first American summer hiding out reading books, he refuses to be ignored. Sneaking out, staying up, and even a midnight swim, Quentin is determined to give Jade days--and nights--worth remembering.

But despite their storybook-perfect romance, every time Jade moves closer, Quentin pulls away. And when rumors of a jilted ex-girlfriend come to light, Jade knows Quentin is hiding a secret--and she's determined to find out what it is.








Anything was possible. At least that’s what it felt like.
Summer seventeen was going to be one for the record books. I already knew it. I could feel it—from the nervous-excited swirl in my stomach to the buzz in the air around me. This was going to be the summer—my summer.
“Last chance to cry uncle or forever hold your peace,” Mom sang beside me in the backseat of the cab we’d caught at the airport. Her hand managed to tighten around mine even more, cutting off the last bit of my circulation. If there
was any left.
I tried to look the precise amount of unsure before answering. “So long, last chance,” I said, waving out the window.
Mom sighed, squeezing my hand harder still. It was starting to go numb now. Summer seventeen might find me one hand short if Mom didn’t ease up on the death grip.
She and her band, the Shrinking Violets, were going to be touring internationally after finally hitting it big, but she was moping because this was the first summer we wouldn't be together. Actually, it would be the first time we’d been apart ever.
I’d sold her on the idea of me staying in the States with her sister and family by going on about how badly I wanted to experience one summer as a normal, everyday American teenager before graduating from high school. One chance to
see what it was like to stay in the same place, with the same people, before I left for college. One last chance to see what life as an American teen was really like.
She bought it . . . eventually.
She’d have her bandmates and tens of thousands of adoring fans to keep her company—she could do without me for a couple of months. I hoped.
It had always been just Mom and me from day one. She had me when she was young—like young young—and even though her boyfriend pretty much bailed before the line turned pink, she’d done just fine on her own.
We’d both kind of grown up together, and I knew she’d missed out on a lot by raising me. I wanted this to be a summer for the record books for her, too. One she could really live up, not having to worry about taking care of her teenage
daughter. Plus, I wanted to give her a chance to experience what life without me would be like. Soon I’d be off to college somewhere, and I figured easing her into the empty-nester phase was a better approach than going cold turkey.
“You packed sunscreen, right?” Mom’s bracelets jingled as she leaned to look out her window, staring at the bright blue sky like it was suspect.
“SPF seventy for hot days, fifty for warm days, and thirty for overcast ones.” I toed the trusty duffel resting at my feet.It had traveled the globe with me for the past decade and had the wear to prove it.
“That’s my fair-skinned girl.” When Mom looked over at me, the crease between her eyebrows carved deeper with worry.
“You might want to check into SPF yourself. You’re not going to be in your mid thirties forever, you know?”
Mom groaned. “Don’t remind me. But I’m already beyond SPF’s help at this point. Unless it can help fix a saggy butt and crow’s-feet.” She pinched invisible wrinkles and wiggled her butt against the seat.
It was my turn to groan. It was annoying enough that people mistook us for sisters all the time, but it was worse that she could (and did) wear the same jeans as me. There should be some rule that moms aren’t allowed to takes clothes from the closets of their teenage daughters.
When the cab turned down Providence Avenue, I felt a sudden streak of panic. Not for myself, but for my mom.
Could she survive a summer when I wasn’t at her side, reminding her when the cell phone bill was due or updating her calendar so she knew where to be and when to be there? Would she be okay without me reminding her that fruits and vegetables were part of the food pyramid for a reason and
making sure everything was all set backstage?
“Hey.” Mom gave me a look, her eyes suggesting she could read my thoughts. “I’ll be okay. I’m a strong, empowered thirty-four-year-old woman.”
“Cell phone charger.” I yanked the one dangling from her oversized, metal-studded purse, which I’d wrapped in hot pink tape so it stood out. “I’ve packed you two extras to get you through the summer. When you get down to your last
one, make sure to pick up two more so you’re covered—”
“Jade, please,” she interrupted. “I’ve only lost a few. It’s not like I’ve misplaced . . .”
“Thirty-two phone chargers in the past five years?” When she opened her mouth to protest, I added, “I’ve got the receipts to prove it, too.”
Her mouth clamped closed as the cab rolled up to my aunt’s house.
“What am I going to do without you?” Mom swallowed, dropping her big black retro sunglasses over her eyes to hide the tears starting to form, to my surprise.
I was better at keeping my emotions hidden, so I didn’t dig around in my purse for sunglasses. “Um, I don’t know? Maybe rock a sold-out international tour? Six continents in three months? Fifty concerts in ninety days? That kind of
thing?”
Mom started to smile. She loved music—writing it, listening to it, playing it—and was a true musician. She hadn’t gotten into it to become famous or make the Top 40 or anything like that; she’d done it because it was who she was. She was the same person playing to a dozen people in a crowded café as she was now, the lead singer of one of the biggest bands in the world playing to an arena of thousands.
“Sounds pretty killer. All of those countries. All of that adventure.” Mom’s hand was on the door handle, but it looked more like she was trying to keep the taxi door closed than to open it. “Sure you don’t want to be a part of it?”
I smiled thinly back at my mom, her wild brown hair spilling over giant glasses. She had this boundless sense of adventure—always had and always would—so it was hard for her to comprehend how her own offspring could feel any different.
“Promise to call me every day and send me pictures?” I said, feeling the driver lingering outside my door with luggage in hand. This was it. Mom exhaled, lifting her pinkie toward me. “Promise.”
I curled my pinkie around hers and forced a smile. “Love
you, Mom.”
Her finger wound around mine as tightly as she had clenched my other hand on the ride here. “Love you no matter what.” Then she shoved her door open and crawled out, but not before I noticed one tiny tear escape her sunglasses.
By the time I’d stepped out of the cab, all signs of that tear or any others were gone. Mom did tears as often as she wrote moving love songs. In other words, never.
As she dug around in her purse for her wallet to pay the driver, I took a minute to inspect the house in front of me.
The last time we’d been here was for Thanksgiving three years ago. Or was it four? I couldn’t remember, but it was long enough to have forgotten how bright white my aunt and uncle’s house was, how the windows glowed from being so
clean and the landscaping looked almost fake it was so well kept.
It was pretty much the total opposite of the tour buses and extended-stay hotels I’d spent most of my life in. My mother, Meg Abbott, did not do tidy.
“Back zipper pocket,” I said as she struggled to find the money in her wallet.
“Aha,” she announced, freeing a few bills to hand to the driver, whose patience was wilting. After taking her luggage, she shouldered up beside me.
“So the neat-freak thing gets worse with time.” Mom gaped at the walkway leading up to the cobalt-blue front door, where a Davenport nameplate sparkled in the sunlight.
It wasn’t an exaggeration to say most of the surfaces I’d eaten off of weren’t as clean as the stretch of concrete in front of me.
“Mom . . . ,” I warned, when she shuddered after she roamed to inspect the window boxes bursting with scarlet geraniums.
“I’m not being mean,” she replied as we started down the walkway. “I’m appreciating my sister’s and my differences.
That’s all.”
Right then, the front door whisked open and my aunt seemed to float from it, a measured smile in place, not a single hair out of place.
“Appreciating our differences,” Mom muttered under her breath as we moved closer.
I bit my lip to keep from laughing as the two sisters embraced.
Mom had long dark hair and fell just under the average-height bar like me. Aunt Julie, conversely, had light hair she kept swishing above her shoulders, and she was tall and thin. Her eyes were almost as light blue as mine, compared to Mom’s, which were almost as dark as her hair. It wasn’t only their physical differences that set them apart; it was everything. From the way they dressed Mom in some shade of dark, whereas the darkest color I’d ever seen Aunt Julie wear was periwinkle—to their taste in food, Mom was on the spicy end of the spectrum and Aunt Julie was on the mild.
Mom stared at Aunt Julie.
Aunt Julie stared back at Mom.
This went on for twenty-one seconds. I counted. The last stare-down four years ago had gone forty-nine. So this was progress.
Finally, Aunt Julie folded her hands together, her rounded nails shining from a fresh manicure. “Hello, Jade. Hello, Megan.”
Mom’s back went ramrod straight when Aunt Julie referred to her by her given name. Aunt Julie was eight years older but acted more like her mother than her sister.
“How’s it hangin’, Jules?”
Aunt Julie’s lips pursed hearing her little sister’s nickname for her. Then she stepped back and motioned inside. “Well?”
That was my cue to pick up my luggage and follow after Mom, who was tromping up the front steps. “Are we done already? Really?” she asked, nudging Aunt Julie as she passed.
“I’m taking the higher road,” Aunt Julie replied.
“What you call taking the higher road I call getting soft in your old age.” Mom hustled through the door after that, like she was afraid Aunt Julie would kick her butt or something.
The image of Aunt Julie kicking anything made me giggle to myself.
“Jade.” Aunt Julie’s smile was of the real variety this time as she took my duffel from me. “You were a girl the last time we saw you, and look at you now. All grown up.”
“Hey, Aunt Julie. Thanks again for letting me spend the summer with you guys,” I said, pausing beside her, not sure whether to hug her or keep moving. A moment of awkwardness passed before she made the decision for me by reaching out and patting my back. I continued on after that.
Aunt Julie wasn’t cold or removed; she just showed her affection differently. But I knew she cared about me and my mom. If she didn’t, she wouldn’t pick up the phone on the first ring whenever we did call every few months. She also wouldn’t have immediately said yes when Mom asked her a few months ago if I could spend the summer here.
“Let me show you to your room.” She pulled the door shut behind her and led us through the living room. “Paul and I had the guest room redone to make it more fitting for a teenage girl.”
“Instead of an eighty-year-old nun who had a thing for quilts and angel figurines?” Mom said, biting at her chipped black nail polish.
“I wouldn’t expect someone whose idea of a feng shui living space is kicking the dirty clothes under their bed to appreciate my sense of style,” Aunt Julie fired back, like she’d been anticipating Mom’s dig.
I cut in before they could get into it. “You didn’t have to do that, Aunt Julie. The guest room exactly the way it was would have been great.”
“Speaking of the saint also known as my brother-in-law, where is Paul?” Mom spun around, moving down the hall backward.
“At work.” Aunt Julie stopped outside of a room. “He wanted to be here, but his job’s been crazy lately.”
Aunt Julie snatched the porcelain angel Mom had picked up from the hall table. She carefully returned it to the exact same spot, adjusting it a hair after a moment’s consideration.
“Where are the twins?” I asked, scanning the hallway for Hannah and Hailey. The last time I’d seen them, they were in preschool but acted like they were in grad school or something. They were nice kids, just kind of freakishly well
behaved and brainy.
“At Chinese camp,” Aunt Julie answered.
“Getting to eat dim sum and make paper dragons?” Mom asked, sounding almost surprised.
Aunt Julie sighed. “Learning the Chinese language.” Aunt Julie opened a door and motioned me inside. I’d barely set one foot into the room before my eyes almost crossed from what I found.
Holy pink.
Hot pink, light pink, glittery pink, Pepto-Bismol pink—every shade, texture, and variety of pink seemed to be represented inside this square of space.
“What do you think?” Aunt Julie gushed, moving up
beside me with a giant smile.
“I love it,” I said, working up a smile. “It’s great. So great.
And so . . . pink.”
“I know, right?” Aunt Julie practically squealed. I didn’t know she was capable of anything close to that high-pitched.
“We hired a designer and everything. I told her you were a girly seventeen-year-old and let her do the rest.”
Glancing over at the full-length mirror framed in, you bet, fuchsia rhinestones, I wondered what about me led my aunt to classify me as “girly.” I shopped at vintage thrift stores, lived in faded denim and colors found in nature, not ones manufactured in the land of Oz. I was wearing sneakers, cut-offs, and a flowy olive-colored blouse, pretty much the other end of the spectrum. The last girly thing I’d done was wear makeup on Halloween. I was a zombie.
Beside me, Mom was gaping at the room like she’d walked in on a crime scene. A gruesome crime scene.
“What the . . . pink?” she edited after I dug an elbow into her.
“You shouldn’t have.” I smiled at Aunt Julie when she turned toward me, still beaming.
“Yeah, Jules. You really shouldn’t have.” Mom shook her head, flinching when she noticed the furry pink stool tucked beneath the vanity that was resting beneath a huge cotton-candy-pink chandelier.
“It’s the first real bedroom this girl’s ever had. Of course I should have. I couldn’t not.” Aunt Julie moved toward the bed, fixing the smallest fold in the comforter.
“Jade’s had plenty of bedrooms.” Mom nudged me, glancing at the window. She was giving me an out. She had no idea how much more it would take than a horrendously pink room for me to want to take it.
“Oh, please. Harry Potter had a more suitable bedroom in that closet under the stairs than Jade’s ever had. You can’t consider something that either rolls down a highway or is bolted to a hotel floor an appropriate room for a young woman.” Aunt Julie wasn’t in dig mode; she was in honest mode.
That put Mom in unleash-the-beast mode.
Her face flashed red, but before she could spew whatever
comeback she had stewing inside, I cut in front of her. “Aunt Julie, would you mind if Mom and I had a few minutes alone?
You know, to say good-bye and everything?”
As infrequently as we visited the house on Providence Avenue, I fell into my role of referee like it was second nature.
“Of course not. We’ll have lots of time to catch up.” Aunt Julie gave me another pat on the shoulder as she headed for the door. “We’ll have all summer.” She’d just disappeared when her head popped back in the doorway. “Meg, can I get you anything to drink before you have to dash?”
“Whiskey,” Mom answered intently.
Aunt Julie chuckled like she’d made a joke, continuing down the hall.
I dropped my duffel on the pink zebra-striped throw rug.
“Mom—”
“You grew up seeing the world. Experiencing things most people will never get to in their whole lives.” Her voice was getting louder with every word. “You’ve got a million times the perspective of kids your age. A billion times more compassion and an understanding that the world doesn’t revolve around you. Who is she to make me out to be some inadequate parent when all she cares about is raising obedient, genius robots? She doesn’t know what it was like for me. How hard it was.”
“Mom,” I repeated, dropping my hands onto her shoulders as I looked her in the eye. “You did great.”
It took a minute for the red to fade from her face, then another for her posture to relax. “You’re great. I just tried not to get in the way too much and screw all that greatness up.”
“And if you must know, I’d take any of the hundreds of rooms we’ve shared over this pinktastrophe.” So it was kind of a lie, the littlest of ones. Sure, pink was on my offensive list, but the room was clean and had a door, and I would get to stay in the same place at least for the next few months. After living out of suitcases and overnight bags for most of my life, I was looking forward to discovering what drawer-and-closet living was like.
Mom threw her arms around me, pulling me in for one of those final-feeling hugs. Except this time, it kind of wasa final one. Realizing that made me feel like someone had stuffed a tennis ball down my throat.
“I love you no matter what,” she whispered into my ear again, the same words she’d sang, said, or on occasion shouted at me. Mom never just said I love you. She had something against those three words on their own. They were too open, too loosely defined, too easy to take back when something went wrong.
I love you no matter what had always been her way of telling me she loved me forever and for always. Unconditionally. She said that, before me, she’d never felt that type of love for anyone. What I’d picked up along the way on my own was that I was the only one she felt loved her back in the same way.
Squeezing my arms around my mom a little harder, I returned her final kind of hug. “I love you no matter what, too.”




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Nicole Williams is the New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author of contemporary and young adult romance, including the Crash and Lost & Found series. Her books have been published by HarperTeen and Simon & Schuster in both domestic and foreign markets, while she continues to self-publish additional titles. She is working on a new YA series with Crown Books (a division of Random House) as well. She loves romance, from the sweet to the steamy, and writes stories about characters in search of their happily even after. She grew up surrounded by books and plans on writing until the day she dies, even if it’s just for her own personal enjoyment. She still buys paperbacks because she’s all nostalgic like that, but her kindle never goes neglected for too long. When not writing, she spends her time with her husband and daughter, and whatever time’s left over she’s forced to fit too many hobbies into too little time.



Nicole is represented by Jane Dystel, of Dystel and Goderich Literary Agency.







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Title: Checking In
Author: Stylo Fantôme
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: June 25, 2018





Blurb


Do you ever wonder
what happens to your favorite characters after an author writes The End?



Now is your chance to find out! Check in with a few of
these wily personalities and get a sneak peek into what they've all been up to
since this author wrote The End for them.



Is Mischa still in Italy?

Is Constantine still
crazy?



Are Jameson and Tate still fighting?

We may finish books,
but stories are never really over.


INSIDE YOU'LL FIND ALL NEW CHAPTERS CONTINUING THE STORIES FOR:



The Bad Ones

My Time in the
Affair

The Mercenaries: Law

Muscle Memory

Twin Estates

The Kane Series

and a special
chapter from an unpublished work -

While I Was Away









Review by Lisa Kane 
4.5 Fantastic Stars!!!

I love epilogues. Adore them. Am disappointed if the story doesn’t end with an epilogue. I need that bow nicely tied at the end. Seeing a couple, still together, maybe having kids or traveling the world or just living their lives takes away the work for me. I don’t have to wonder if somewhere down the road their love turned into something less and they parted ways. Of course, this could still happen after the epilogue, but you get the point. 


Checking In is like a whole book of epilogues. Stylo Fantome takes all her characters and gives us a glimpse of them “more.” Some of the stories like The Bad Ones’ Dulcie and Constantine are downright sinister. They haven’t lost their edge or lust for revenge. Mischa and Tal’s story (My Time in the Affair) is sweet and had all the feels with the story book ending I knew they would have. 


As for that triangle of combustion- Wulf, Katya and Liam from Twin Estates-well they are as screwed up and hilarious as they were the first time around. 


Now for my favorite couple, or should I say triple- Jameson, Tate and Sanders from the Kane series-their story was all I could have asked for and more. If you as obsessed as I am, there was a part in Completion, a conversation between Tate and Ang about something that had happened and it came out of nowhere. I remember messaging the author and asking if I had somehow missed a part of the series where this happened. She told me no, she likes to throw in random things that have no explanation, just slices of life. Well, this slice got its own story and it’s a great one!


If you’re a fan of Ms. Fantome’s you are going to adore this book. If you haven’t read her books yet, then this is a great enticement to dive into her stories! 







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Crazy woman
from a remote location in Alaska (where the need for a creative mind is a
necessity!), I have been writing since ... forever? Yeah, that sounds about
right. I have been told that I remind people of Lucille Ball - I also see
shades of Jennifer Saunders, and Denis Leary. So basically, I laugh a lot, I'm
clumsy a lot, and I say the F-word A LOT.

I like dogs
more than I like most people, and I don't trust anyone who doesn't drink. No, I
do not live in an igloo, and no, the sun does not set for six months out of the
year, there's your Alaska lesson for the day. I have mermaid hair - both a
curse and a blessing - and most of the time I talk so fast, even I can't
understand me.

Yeah. I
think that about sums me up.


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Sunday, June 24, 2018





Title: Save the Date
Author: Carrie Aarons
Genre: Romantic Comedy
Release Date: June 24, 2018



Blurb


You know that pact you make with your childhood best
friend of the opposite sex? The one where, if you’re both still single, lonely
and hopeless at thirty, you’ll marry each other?



This is the story about what happens when you hit the big three-oh and have to
make good on that pinky promise.



Personally, I think love, romance and all of that nonsense is a crock of, well,
you know. And Reese Collins, the boy who used to put worms in my hair at
backyard barbecues, knows that better than anyone.



But when he moves to the same city I’ve happily, and singly, inhabited for
years, memories of oaths past resurface. Reese is like a dog with a bone; a
really hot dog and that bone just happens to be me.



He won’t stop hounding me, and the crazy thing is, my frigid, traitorous heart
is starting to cave. For my best friend.



It seems so far off, when you’re a kid playing Monopoly in your treehouse. But
when that clock strikes midnight on your thirtieth birthday, and you’re
standing alone in front of a grocery store-bought cupcake, a childhood deal to
walk down the aisle doesn’t seem so silly anymore. 



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Review by Lisa Kane
4 Stars ****

When Erin Carter and Reese Collins were teenagers, Reese suggested a pact. By the time they turned 30, (their birthdays are two weeks and five days apart) if they were still single, they would marry.

They remained best friends through thick and thin.
He's the carrots to her peas.

We had decided, after we'd watched Forest Gump for the first time, that I would be peas and Reese would be carrots. It was a kid's rationale that led to this decision. I was shorter, and Reese had reasoned that I had boobs (barely), therefore, he was the carrot. 

Even though Reese moved to Dallas and Erin stayed in Philly, they stayed in constant touch. Erin saw Reese go through girl after girl, while she never could quite commit. Her parent's divorce soured her on love.

I may be cold, but I'm not unfeeling. I know what when others are happy and in love, they must feel this sort of bliss. But like someone attempting to jump out of a plane and mentally not being able to...or like a writer attempting to spit out a chapter but being blocked...there was something holding me back. Like my brain could complete it, but my heart could not get on board. 

Now she'll be turning 30 in a few months and Reese is interviewing for a job at CHOP in Philly.

My mind wanders to the pact, and if he's thought about it as our thirtieth birthdays neared. 

He's a neonatal nurse and CHOP is the best hospital around. He's been seeing the same girl, Renee, for a couple of years, but she's not the one.

After two years of dating on and off, she wanted a ring. And even though she made me happy and I think I love her, there was something holding me back.

The one he wants-well she's a Philly girl and he's going to get his girl.

And now, I sit in front of my laptop, an opened email sitting on my browser saying that he was coming to Philadelphia for a job interview, and was I free for dinner? 

But Reese has his work cut out for him. Erin has him friend zoned. Can he ever get out of that trap?

Love can be quiet and patient. It can wait for the other person to be ready, while also laughing and spending time with that person. 







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Author Bio

Author of romance
novels such as Red Card and Privileged, Carrie Aarons writes sexy, swoony and
sarcastic characters who won't get out of her head until she puts them down on
a page.

Carrie has wanted to be an author since the first time she opened a book, and
still can’t fathom that she gets to live her dream each and every day.

When she isn't in a writing coma, Carrie spends time Netflix-binging with her
husband, snuggling her infant daughter, and chasing her black Lab through the
dog parks of New Jersey.






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Saturday, June 23, 2018

Crazy Stupid Love by KL Grayson




Title: Crazy Stupid Love

A Dirty Dicks Standalone Novel
Author: K.L. Grayson
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: June 20, 2018



Blurb

There’s a special place in hell for a man like
me—a man who shamelessly sleeps with his best friend’s little sister, knowing
he’ll never be what she needs. A man who takes because the only thing he has to
offer in return is a broken past that’s destined to destroy his future.

I was the kid who grew up on the wrong side of
the tracks with shit parents and clothes that had been handed down one too many
times. I stole to feed my sister, fought to protect her, and I’ll always be the
guy your parents don’t want you to bring home.

So yeah, that’s me. Lincoln Bennett. Adley
Allen’s walk on the wild side. Her dirty little secret. And I’m okay with
that—ninety-nine percent of the time. Unfortunately today is in that one
percent when it doesn’t sit well with me. For some strange reason, I want to be
around to celebrate all of Adley’s successes. I want to be here when she gets
her first job and take her out to dinner after her first shift. I want to be
the one she depends on, the person she calls when she has a bad day. Or a great
day. Or any kind of day.

I want more than her body. I want her heart.
But men like me don’t get women like her.

At least not to keep.



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4.5 Stars
Review by Jen Skewes

I absolutely love this series and could not wait for Adley and Lincoln’s book. We knew that they were together after reading the last book but I wanted so much more of them.    I wanted to know everything there was to know about Lincoln and see their relationship turn into something more.

Lincoln is Rhett’s best friend and has been warned by him to stay away from his little sister Adley.  And he did, until she walked into the bar one night and stole his heart.  One night between the two of them turned into many nights of being together.  But it was nothing more than just sex between the two of them.  Adley is still focusing on school and her career and Lincoln does not believe in love.  He has abandonment issues and given the abuse he suffered growing up, he does not believe that love exists.  While he cannot stay away from Adley he also believes that he is not good enough for her and should stay away.

At some point Adley wants more and Lincoln has come to realize that maybe he does too.  They have still managed to keep their relationship hidden, but now that they are both ready to take the next step will their family approve?  Can Lincoln truly get past his issues and give Adley what she needs and deserves.

I loved Lincoln.  He is a very broken man and rightfully so.  He managed to give away his heart without even knowing it.  What I loved is how easy is was for the two of them to be together.  Adley never for one minute believed that Lincoln was not good enough for her and she wanted to prove to him how amazing he really is.  He has a huge heart, is loving, sweet and caring and he deserves to be happy just as much as she does.  Adley is strong and isn’t afraid to go after what she wants, and she wants more from Lincoln.  They were perfect together.

I really loved this book, all though the beginning for me was a little repetitive when it came to the sex scenes.  But I was able to get past that especially when we got the the emotional part of this story.  Because there are moments that will melt your heart but also break it.  There was not a ton of drama but enough to make you feel.  And I felt it all with them.  I love the supporting characters and how much we get to see of them.  There is one relationship that I loved watching grow a little and become a little bit stronger.  I love all the characters and cannot wait for the next one. 







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Author Bio


K.L. Grayson resides in a small town outside of St. Louis,
MO.  She is entertained daily by her
extraordinary husband, who will forever inspire every good quality she writes
in a man.  Her entire life rests in the
palms of six dirty little hands, and when the day is over and those pint-sized
cherubs have been washed and tucked into bed, you can find her typing away
furiously on her computer.  She has a
love for alpha-males, brownies, reading, tattoos, sunglasses, and happy
endings…and not particularly in that order.
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