Thirsty written by Mia Hopkins

9780525478638Life hasn’t been kind to Salvador “Sal” Rosas, aka “Ghost.” As a gangster, “Ghost” has paid the price for a life on the streets, spending most of his time taking part in criminal activities which rewarded him with five years of imprisonment. Now released from prison, after five years behind bars, Sal longs to retire into a life away from the gang. Given a new opportunity to learn the craft of brewing along with a chance at happiness with the one woman who owns his heart, Vanessa Velasco, Sal is in for the fight of his life.

My thoughts:

Thirsty is the first book in Mia Hopkins Eastside Brewery series. Written in first person point-of-view, Ms. Hopkins, treats her readers to the intimate thoughts of Salvador Rosas. Raw and emotional, I found this novel to be enthralling. When viewed through Sal’s eyes, readers get the unique opportunity to see the epitome of a man. Strong. Tough. Hard. Tender. Anxious. Scared. All facets of Salvador Rosas were stripped bare. 

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The Gunslinger’s Vow written by Amy Sandas

2DA26658-gunslingers_vowAlexandra Brighton is living a lie. Fearing for her life, her father sent her to live in Boston. Dissatisfied with her role as a proper lady, Alexandra yearned to return to her previous lifestyle in Montana. Newly engaged, she cannot commit to marriage without making peace with her past.

Malcolm Kincaid has done quite nicely working alone. For years he’s been hell-bent on finding his brother’s murderer. The last thing he needed was to get saddled with a prissy city woman. After reluctantly agreeing to assist Alexandra on her journey home, Malcolm discovers he may have been wrong about the beauty.

My thoughts:

In my opinion, THE GUNSLINGER’S VOW, is a must read for anyone who enjoys bad-ass heroines. Alexandra Brighton is a woman I’d like to meet. Determined and intelligent, she’s not afraid to get dirty and Malcolm Kincaid is the epitome of the strong silent type. 

I will admit, that I found the middle of this book to drag a bit. However, author, Amy Sandas rectified that during the last quarter of the book. I could hardly put it down, it was so hot. Full of passion and drama, I couldn’t help but fall in love with this rough and tough couple.

THE ROGUE IS BACK IN TOWN

Author: Anna Bennett

Pub Date: January 2, 2018

Publisher: St. Martin’s Press

Romance: Historical Romance

Synopsis:

In THE ROGUE IS BACK IN TOWN, Lord Samuel Travis epitomizes naughtiness. Especially, after a night of excess finds him in the bed with his neighbor’s wife. Disgraced for the last time, his older brother has him forcefully removed from the familial home with nothing but the clothes on his back. 514231FA0SL._SX298_BO1,204,203,200_After agreeing to his brother’s sinister motivation, Sam finds himself on the doorstep of one-time wallflower, Juliette Lacey and her eccentric uncle. Beautiful and determined, Juliette’s love for her uncle pits her in the middle of a love triangle between herself, Sam and his conniving brother. Tormented with the possibility that her uncle doesn’t own the worn-down town house they reside in Juliette must decipher between a web of lies.

My Thoughts:

I enjoy Anna Bennett’s romances. THE ROGUE IS BACK IN TOWN is the third book in the Wayward Wallflower series featuring three sisters who find love and happiness. Intelligent and sharp-tongued, Juliette Lacey is my favorite of the three sisters and Sam is a mess until he meets her. His attraction and need for Juliette provides readers an intimate look into the making of a man. His heart on the line, Sam’s vulnerability is truly swoon worthy.

Happy Reading!

***I received an ARC copy of this novel and was happy to give my honest review.

 

HIS TO COMMAND

Author: Opal Carew

Pub Date: April 15, 2013

Publisher: St. Martin Griffin

Romance: Erotic

Synopsis:

After a night of betrayal, Kate wanted Matthew out of her life for good. The move from New York to Connecticut was supposed to make her forget her desire to yield to Matthew’s command. imagesHowever, even a new apartment, new group of friends and the owner of a new business, Kate is tormented by her yearnings to be a submissive. When she accepts an invitation to meet with a potential financial backer for her company, she is forced to face the past. Can she really form a business partnership with her ex-dominant?

My thoughts:

Well-known for her erotic romances, Opal Carew excels at writing a torrid story of sexual domination. Any reader that enjoys second chance romance may want to consider HIS TO COMMAND. Hot. Steamy. Sinful. HIS TO COMMAND is a story about redemption and the emotional journey to trust again.

Happy Reading!

 

COWBOY STOLE MY HEART

Author: Soraya Lane

Pub. Date: January 2, 2018

Publisher: St. Martin’s Press-

Romance: Contemporary

Synopsis:

COWBOY STOLE MY HEART is a sexy contemporary romance written by Soraya Lane. 51AEhEvzuEL._SY346_Famous for his excellence as a horse trainer, Sam Mendes agrees to a challenging job opportunity offered by a billionaire ranch owner to train a difficult horse owned by his beautiful daughter, Mia Ford. Sam is sure that Mia is just a spoiled wealthy young woman who has an affinity with horses. However, after observing the prize-winning horsewoman at work, Sam learns that Mia may just be the woman he’s always dreamed of. If only, he hadn’t vowed never to fall in love again, he’d be able to confess his love for Mia.

Working with Sam Mendes was a dream come true for Mia except she can’t stand the man. She has a change of heart as she watches his gentle nature with Tex. Emotionally wounded from the tragic accident of her best-friend, the loss of her mother, and the men who pursued her for all the wrong reasons, Mia has given up on marriage and children. When their mutual attraction can no longer be denied, Mia proposes a no-strings attached affair.

My Thoughts:

Emotional and heartwarming the love story between Sam and Mia is one readers won’t want to miss. The chemistry between the characters is off-the-charts and the pages sizzle with their desire.

***I received an ARC copy of this novel and was happy to give my honest review.

 

 

SCORING

Author: Mari Carr

Release date: September 27, 2014

Publisher: Carried Away Publishing

Romance: Erotic Contemporary

SCORING written by Mari Carr confirms the old adage that good things really do cum (pardon, the pun) in small packages. 2940046200676_p0_v2_s600x595Well-written and fast-paced, Ms. Carr has created a 5,000-word erotic page-turner that you won’t be able to put down.  Best-of-all, SCORING is available as a free e-book on Amazon and Nook. Happy Reading!

Synopsis:

Convinced that Tony Peterson’s interest in her is merely flirtatious, Melanie “Mel” Ward has managed to stifle her desire for the handsome coach. She didn’t need to become another notch around his incredibly sexy belt. It wasn’t until her girlfriends challenged her to accept one of Tony’s many requests for a date that Mel found out just how much her handsome suitor cared.

 

AFTERBURN/AFTERSHOCK is a contemporary romance overflowing with intense passion. Available individually or as a conveniently combined book bundle, readers will delight in this powerfully seductive romance. Believe me-you won’t want to put this sizzler down.

AFTERBURN/AFTERSHOCK features the story of Gianna Rossi, a strong-willed businesswoman determined to make a name for herself. A lot changed for Gianna in two short years-she’d obtained her dream job and she’d lost hope in ever laying her eyes on Jackson “Jax” Rutledge again. SylviaDay_2n1-284x450On the cusp of securing a major network deal, Gianna’s job is in peril after Jax walks in on her business deal. Sparks fly and their chemistry oozes off the page.

Not only do I believe Sylvia Day is a master storyteller, but apparently, Passionflix does, as well. If you’ve never heard of this movie channel that features romances based on popular best-sellers, do yourself a favor and check it out. It’s a romance lover’s dream come true. I promise, you won’t be disappointed. In the few short months since its inception, Passionflix has produced both AFTERBURN/AFTERSHOCK and HOLLYWOOD DIRT, penned by Alessandra Torre.

Regardless if you read or watch AFTERBURN/AFTERSHOCK, this love story is 5-stars all the way. My advice would be to enjoy the juicy read and then indulge in the steamy video version. How can you possibly resist double the deliciousness?

Happy reading! Happy viewing!

BLOG TOUR BANNER CHAPTER TWO

“How in Hades’s name can you drink at this hour of the morning, Highgate?”

Hart tossed back his brandy, swallowed, and laughed at his brother-in-law’s words. The two sat across from each other at Brooks’s gentlemen’s club. It was decidedly before noon. The only reason Hart was up at this hour was because he’d promised to meet Lord Christian Berkeley. His brother-in-law rarely asked for favors and Hart suspected this meeting was his sister Sarah’s doing, but he would humor the viscount just the same.

“Berkeley, old chap, you don’t know the half of it.” Hart clapped the viscount on the back. “Helps with the devil of a head left over from last night, don’t ya know?”

Berkeley lifted his teacup to his lips. “No. I don’t. But I’ll take your word for it.”

That reply only made Hart laugh harder, which made his head hurt more. Hart liked his brother-in-law a great deal, but the man was decidedly humdrum when it came to amusements. Berkeley rarely drank, rarely smoked, and preferred to spend his time at his estate in the north of England or his hunting lodge in Scotland. Berkeley enjoyed quiet pursuits like reading or carving things out of wood much more than the amusements London had to offer. But Viscount Berkeley was a good man and one who clearly adored Hart’s sister, and that was what mattered.

The viscount had gone so far as to dramatically interrupt Sarah’s wedding to a pompous marquess and claim her for himself, thereby not only proving his commitment to Sarah but also saving Hart from having the self-involved Marquess of Branford as a brother-in-law. Overall it had been quite a fortunate turn of events for everyone. Everyone except Hart and Sarah’s enraged, thwarted parents, that is.

Berkeley tugged at his cravat. “How are your—ahem— parents getting on?”

Hart cracked a smile. “Still angry, of course, even after all these months. You and Sarah made a good decision, staying up north for the winter. Gave Father and Mother time to calm down.” His father’s anger at having a scandal mar his family name and his daughter marry a mere viscount as opposed to a marquess who had the ear of the Prince Regent had barely abated over the winter, but no need to tell Berkeley as much.

Berkeley leaned back in his chair and crossed one silk-stockinged ankle over an immaculately creased knee, his hands lightly clutching the arms of his chair. He shook his head. “They’re not calmed down, are they?”

“A bit.” Hart stopped a footman and ordered another brandy. “Don’t worry. They’ll be civil when they see you. For Sarah’s sake.”

“Well, that’s something. Are you seriously ordering another drink?”

“Are you seriously surprised?” Hart scratched his rough cheek. He’d been running late and hadn’t bothered to ask his usually drunken valet to shave him this morning. For Christ’s sake, that man drank more than he did. Not exactly someone he wanted near his throat with a straight razor. “Besides I have quite a good reason to drink today.”

“Really?” Berkeley tugged at his cuff. Ever since Sarah had taught him how to dress properly, the viscount was much more attentive to his clothing. He was downright dapper these days. “Why is that?”

“I’m getting married.” Hart emitted a groan to accompany those incomprehensible words.

Berkeley’s brows shot up. He set down his cup and placed a hand behind his ear. “Pardon? I must have heard you incorrectly. I thought you said married.”

The footman returned with the drink and Hart snatched it from the man’s gloved hand and downed nearly half of it in a single gulp. “I did,” he muttered through clenched teeth, wincing.

“You? Married?” Berkeley’s brow remained steadfastly furrowed, and he blinked as if the word were foreign.

“Me. Married.” Hart gave a firm nod before taking another fortifying gulp of brandy.

“Ahem, who is the, uh, fortunate lady?” Berkeley lifted his cup back to his lips and took a long gulp, as if needing the hot drink to banish his astonishment.

“I haven’t the first idea.” Hart shook his head. He was giving serious thought to the notion of ordering a third brandy. Would that be bad form? Probably.

“Now you’re simply confusing me,” Berkeley said with an unmistakable smile on his face. With his free hand, he pulled the morning’s copy of the Times from the tabletop next to him and scanned the headlines.

Hart took another sip of brandy and savored it this time. “I haven’t made any decisions as to the chit yet. I’ve merely announced to Father that this is the year I intend to find a bride. The idea of marriage has always made my stomach turn. After all, if my parents’ imperfect union is anything by which to gauge the institution, it’s a bloody nightmare.”

“Why the change of heart?” Berkeley asked.

Hart scrubbed a hand through his hair. The truth was, he wasn’t less sickened by the prospect of marriage these days, but he couldn’t avoid the institution forever. At some point he’d have to put the parson’s noose firmly around his own throat and pull. Wives were fickle, and marriages meant little other than the exchange of money and property. His own father had announced that fact on more than one occasion. His parents treated each other like unhappy strangers, and his father had made it clear that they were anything but in love. That, Hart supposed, was his fate. To live a life as his parents had in the pursuit of procreating and producing the next future Earl of Highfield. So be it, but was it any wonder he’d been putting it off?

“Seeing Sarah marry had more of an effect on me than I expected,” Hart admitted, frowning at his notquite-empty glass. “And if you ever tell anyone I said that, I’ll call you out.” He looked at Berkeley and grinned again.

“You have my word,” Berkeley replied with a nod. “But may I ask how it affected you?”

Hart pushed himself back in the large leather chair and crossed his booted feet at the ankles. “I started thinking about it all, you know? Life, marriage, children, family. I expect you and Sarah will be having a child soon, and by God I’d like my children to grow up knowing their kin. My cousin Nicole was quite close to Sarah and me when we were children. Nicole’s marriage isn’t one to emulate, either. She hasn’t even seen her husband in years. Last I heard, she’s living somewhere in France, childless. By God, perhaps I should rethink this.” Hart pulled at his cravat. The bloody thing was nearly choking him what with all of this talk of marriage.

Berkeley leaned back in his seat, mirroring Hart. “Perhaps you should focus on the positive aspects of marriage. I assure you, there are many.”

“Believe me, I’m trying,” Hart continued, reminding himself for the hundredth time of the reasons why he’d finally come to this decision. God knew it hadn’t been an easy one. “Whether I like it or not, it’s time for me to choose a bride. Sarah is my younger sister. While she wasn’t married, it all seemed like fun and games, but now, well, seems everyone is tying the proverbial knot these days what with Owen Monroe and Rafe Cavendish marrying. Even Rafe’s twin, Cade, has fallen to the parson’s noose.”

Just this morning when Hart had woken with a splitting head for the dozenth time in as many days, he’d thought yet again how he needed to stop being so reckless. He wasn’t able to bounce back from a night of debauchery nearly as quickly as he used to when he was at university. Seeing Sarah marry had made him consider his duties, his responsibilities, and his . . . age. For the love of God, he was nearly thirty. That thought alone was enough to make him want another brandy. It was his duty to sire the next Earl of Highfield, and duty meant something to him. What else mattered if he didn’t respect his duty? Hadn’t that been hammered into his head since birth by his father, along with all the dire warnings not to choose the wrong wife?

“It’s true that several marriages have taken place lately in our set of friends,” Berkeley replied, still leisurely perusing the paper while sipping tea. “But I thought you were immune to all of that, Highgate.”

“I have been.” Hart sighed again. “But I’ve finally decided it’s time to get to it.”

Berkeley raised his teacup in salute. “Here’s to the future Lady Highfield. May she be healthy, beautiful, and wise.”

“Thank you,” Hart replied. He tugged at his pythonlike cravat again.

Berkeley regarded Hart down the length of his nose. “Any ladies catch your fancy?”

Hart shook his head. He braced an elbow on the table beside them and set his chin on his fist. “No. That’s the problem. I’m uncertain where to begin.”

Berkeley let the paper drop to his lap. “What sort of lady are you looking for?”

Hart considered the question for a moment. What sort of lady, indeed? “She’ll need to be reasonable, well connected, clever, witty, a happy soul. Someone who is honest, and forthright, and who isn’t marrying me only for my title. Someone who doesn’t nag and has an indecently large dowry, of course. Father puts great stock in such things. Not to mention if I’m going to be legshackled, I might as well get a new set of horses out of the bargain. I’m thinking a set of matching grays and a new coach.”

“Oh, that’s not much of a list,” Berkeley said with a snort. “

I don’t expect the search to be a simple one, or a quick one.” The truth was Hart had no earthly idea who he was looking for. He only knew who he wasn’t looking for . . . someone like his mother. Or the treacherous Annabelle Cardiff. He wanted the exact opposite.

Berkeley tossed the paper back onto the tabletop. “Knowing your father’s decided opinions on such matters, I’m surprised he hasn’t provided you with a list of eligible females from which you may choose.”

Hart rolled his eyes. “He has. He’s named half a dozen ladies he would gladly accept.”

Berkeley inclined his head to the side. “Why don’t you choose one of them then?”

Hart gave his brother-in-law an are-you-quite-serious look, chin tucked down, head tilted to the side. “I’m bloody well not about to allow my father to choose a bride for me. Besides, after seeing you and Sarah, I hold out some hope of finding a lady with whom I’m actually compatible.”

“Why, Highgate, do you mean . . . love?” Berkeley grinned and leaned forward in mock astonishment.

“Let’s not go that far.” Hart took another sip of his quickly dwindling brandy. That’s precisely what confused him so much. He knew love matches existed. He’d witnessed one in his sister’s marriage. On the other hand, her choice had so enraged his parents, they still hadn’t forgiven her. Hart didn’t intend to go about the business of finding a wife in quite so dramatic a fashion. Love matches attracted drama. However, his parents’ unhappy union was nothing to aspire to, and he’d nearly made the mistake of marrying a woman who wanted nothing more than title and fortune before. It was a tricky business, the marriage mart, but he’d rather take advice from Sarah and Berkeley than his father. The proof of the pudding was in the eating, after all.

Berkeley laughed. “What if you fall madly in love and become a devoted husband? Jealous even. Now, that would be a sight.”

“Jealous? That’s not possible.” Hart grinned back at Berkeley. “I’ve never been jealous. Don’t have it in me. My friends at university used to tease me about it. No ties to any particular lady. No regrets.” He settled back in his chair and straightened his cravat, which was tighter than ever.

“We’ll see.” Berkeley took another sip of tea. His eyes danced with amusement.

“I was hoping you and Sarah might help me this Season.

Sarah knows most of the young ladies. She also knows me as well as anyone does. Not to mention, the two of you seem to have got the thing right.”

Berkeley glanced up. “Why, Highgate, is that a compliment on our marriage?”

“Take it as you will.” Hart waved a noncommittal hand in the air. He avoided meeting Berkeley’s eyes.

Berkeley settled further into his chair. “I shall take it as a compliment, then. I have a feeling Sarah would like nothing more than to help you with such an endeavor. She fancies herself a matchmaker these days.”

“Will you two be staying in London for the Season?”

“Yes. Sarah wants to stay and I, of course, will support her, at least as long as I can remain in the same town as your father without him calling me out.” A smirk settled on Berkeley’s face.

Hart eyed the remaining liquid in his glass. “I’ll be happy to play the role of peacemaker to the best of my ability.”

“I’m glad to hear that.” Berkeley inclined his head toward his brother-in-law.

“Who else is Sarah matchmaking for?” Hart sloshed the brandy in the bottom of the glass.

“She’s not merely matchmaking. No. To hear her tell it, she has an important mission this Season.”

Hart set down the glass and pulled another section of the Times off the table and began scanning it. He’d talked enough about marriage for one day. Odious topic. “A mission? What mission?” he asked, merely to be polite.

“To find Meg Timmons a husband.”

Hart startled in surprise, grasping the paper so tightly it tore in the middle. Tossing it aside, he reached for his glass and gulped the last of his brandy.

Meg Timmons. He knew Meg Timmons. She was Sarah’s closest friend, the daughter of his father’s mortal enemy, and a woman with whom Hart had experienced an incident last summer that he’d been seriously trying to forget.

 

 

 

Copyright © 2017 by Valerie Bowman and reprinted by permission of St. Martin’s Paperbacks.

 

Alec MacDara is the type of alpha male that women swoon over. Tall, dark, and handsome, the successful businessman possesses a tender heart 33979614beneath his gruff exterior. As owner of Highland Life and Legends, an authentic Scottish theme park located in North Carolina, Alec melds old-world traditions with modern-day conveniences. He also harbours a secret…he was born centuries earlier. Transported into the 20th century, his main priority is to protect the Hearthstone.

Why would the out-of-her league Scottish proprietor request that Sadie Williams become his personal assistant as a condition for his approval of her sister, Delia’s, film crew to work on his property? Sadie reluctantly consents to Alec MacDara’s terms. Evil and malicious, her sister will destroy her opportunity to become a writer if she doesn’t agree.

What I enjoyed about SADIES HIGHLANDER, book one in the Highland Protector series, was that author, Maeve Greyson, strayed from the typical romance heroine. Instead, she penned Sadie, a size 16 heroine, who in her vulnerability is weighed down with self-doubt. Throughout their journey, Alec not only worships Sadie, he helps her discover that she is worthy and loveable. This message is often overlooked giving many women and girls a misconstrued idea of love. Alec loved Sadie inside and out. I was given an advanced copy of this novel by the publisher. I’m happy I read it and I do recommend it to others. My one criticism, which is my personal preference, was that I felt there could have been more of a sexual build up between Sadie and Alec. Their attraction was evident from the moment their eyes locked. However, their sexual tension was sated early on and that didn’t leave me, as the reader, agonizing over when they’d begin their love affair.  

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It is with pleasure that I recommend this week’s historical romance, WHEN THE SCOUNDREL SINS, book two in the Capturing the Carlisles series written by Anna Harrington. thumbnail_When The Scoundrel SinsThis regency novel isn’t set in the typical ballrooms of London, England, although readers will begin their journey there. Instead, its backdrop is only miles from Scotland’s border. With only a few weeks until her twenty-fifth birthday Annabelle “Belle” Green, needs a husband or she’ll lose her inheritance. Quinton “Quinn” Carlisle ruined her chance at a proper season, six years ago. Humiliated and embarrassed, Annabelle needs Quinton to marry her. Afraid of love, Quinn cannot bear to see the woman he desires sell her soul to a loveless marriage as he struggles with his feelings for the bluestocking.

If you haven’t yet read one of Anna Harrington’s novels, please don’t wait any longer. I’m in love with her prose. Each of her novels has kept me up into the wee hours of morning while I eagerly uncover the simmering details that emerge as an epic romance develops. Her ability to expose the fragility of human beings as they risk their hearts in the game of love is intoxicating. Tender and seductive, her novels are a wicked addiction that rejoice in my heart. I’m so honored to have been given an advanced copy of this novel from the publisher. I cannot wait for the next one.

Happy Reading!

 

BOOK INFORMATION

 Title: When the Scoundrel Sins

Author: Anna Harrington

On Sale: August 29, 2017

Series: Capturing the Carlisles: Book 2

Publisher: Forever

Format: Mass Market Paperback

Price: $7.99 USD

Six years ago, a childish prank perpetrated by the reckless Quinton Carlisle ruined Annabelle Greene’s reputation and any chance she had at securing a successful marriage.  Incensed, she moved to her beloved estate on the Scottish border and has reveled in the solitude…until now when the contents of a family will are revealed.  Suddenly, Belle’s single status may cost her the only home she’s ever known.  Now, with her only marital prospect a horribly greedy and completely undesirable man, Belle knows just the person to rescue her-the one person who owes her for his bad behavior…

There’s nothing Quinn Carlisle wants more than to get out from his older brother’s shadow and make a name for himself abroad. So when a mysterious letter arrives, promising adventure, he rushes to the Scottish border…only to find that Belle laid a trap for him.  The awkward, shy bluestocking whom he so enjoyed tormenting is gone, replaced by a graceful, elegant woman who ignites a desire in him he can’t resist.  Can Quinn help her save her home-and win her heart in the process?

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Anna Harrington fell in love with historical romances–and all those dashing Regency heroes–while living in London, where she studied literature and theatre. She loves to travel, fly airplanes, and hike, and when she isn’t busy writing her next novel, she loves fussing over her roses in her garden.

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