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Blog Tour & Excerpt: Work In Progress by Staci Hart

Her fake husband is a Work In Progress. Work in Progress, an all-new romantic comedy from Staci Hart, is available now!
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Blurb: I never thought my first kiss would be on my wedding day. But here I stand, clutching a bouquet of pale pink roses behind the doors of a Las Vegas chapel, and at the end of the aisle is the absolute last man I imagined would be waiting for me.

Thomas Bane. Bestselling author. Notorious bad boy. Savagely handsome, dark as sin, chiseled as stone. And somehow, my soon-to-be husband. Marry him, and I’ll land my dream job. Save him, and I’ll walk away with everything I’ve ever wanted. All I have to do is remember it’s all for show. None of it is real, no matter how real it feels.

But first, I have to survive the kiss. And with lips like his, my heart doesn’t stand a chance.

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Excerpt:
The hall bathroom door opened, consequently stopping the earth’s orbit and flinging me into space for lack of gravity.

Thomas Bane stepped out of the doorway in slow motion, propelled by a cloud of steam that licked at his glistening body like it wanted to taste him. His hair was black, wet, curling and dripping in rivulets down the planes and valleys of his expansive chest and abs and narrow hips. He had that thing, the trough of muscle bracketing his hips that caught sluicing water and carried it in an angle that would eventually reach that unknown terrain beneath his towel. I saw the ghost of that terrain, the long, cylindrical bulge that was substantial enough to clearly state its presence, even through the thick towel.

He smirked, dragging his hand through his wet hair. I salivated, watching droplets of water roll down his forearm and collect on the tip of his erotic elbow.

“You’re up,” he said.

I blinked, not knowing when I’d set my coffee down or how many minutes—hours? years?—had passed in the time I spent ogling his body.

He sauntered into the room like he wasn’t basically naked. I tried unsuccessfully not to stare at his knees, the place where his ropy thigh connected, the angular muscles of his calves, the curve of his ankle, the broad pad of his foot.

He was perfectly proportioned. Michelangelo would have carved him twenty feet tall, and women would have worshipped at his perfect feet.

Gus bounced when he saw Tommy, his toys forgotten. And when Gus took off running, Tommy stopped, eyes widening and hands splayed in front of him.

“Gus, no,” he commanded. To no one’s surprise, Gus did not listen. He barked once, snagged the hem of Tommy’s towel, and whipped it off him in a single tug that exposed every inch of skin on Thomas Bane’s ridiculous body.

Thank God my coffee was already on the counter. I’d have gotten third-degree burns.

For a split second, Tommy was frozen there in all his natural glory, poised to run after his dog, his face drawn and eyes locked on the sweet, disobedient dog. He wasn’t paying any attention to me.

I, however, gave him my full and undivided consideration.

His thighs were a mass of muscle so hard and defined, the tops were planes that came to a notch at his knee and a point where it met his hip. My eyes caught that trough that had before disappeared and followed it where it pointed—straight to the thatch of dark hair and the member nestled there.

The very thick, very long, mostly limp member.

If I stared at it a second longer, I was going to faint—my vision was already dim, my pulse pumping so hard, I could feel it in my neck, at the back of which a cold sweat had broken.

But he shifted to run after Gus, who was galloping away, trailing the towel behind him.

“Dammit, Gus! Gimme that!”

Then it was the back of him I saw, his hair, the streaming water rolling down all the curves of his shoulders, his back, the valley of his spine, and down to the most perfect ass I’d ever seen in real life.

Well, the only ass I’d ever seen in real life that wasn’t my own, and even that I couldn’t get a good look at without a mirror.

Seriously, that ass. That perfectly sculpted ass, round and tight and curved in the sides, shifting from one side to the other as he ran after the damn dog. My gaze caught a tattoo on one ass cheek, and I squinted at it, trying to make it out.

Tommy bent to snag the end of the towel—I caught sight of his sack and almost dissolved through the floor in an acidic puddle of embarrassment—but when he pulled, Gus spun around, ass in the air and tail wagging as he growled, pulling back.

A string of obscenities left Tommy’s mouth, but I was still gaping and staring at his ass. I realized that I was laughing. It sounded like someone else in a different room.

I wondered absently if this was how it felt to have a stroke.

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Staci has been a lot of things up to this point in her life — a graphic designer, an entrepreneur, a seamstress, a clothing and handbag designer, a waitress. Can’t forget that. She’s also been a mom, with three little girls who are sure to grow up to break a number of hearts. She’s been a wife, though she’s certainly not the cleanest, or the best cook. She’s also super, duper fun at a party, especially if she’s been drinking whiskey.

From roots in Houston to a seven year stint in Southern California, Staci and her family ended up settling somewhere in between and equally north, in Denver. They are new enough that snow is still magical. When she’s not writing, she’s reading, sleeping, gaming, or designing graphics.

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Blog Tour & Excerpt: In Her Space by Amie Knight

In Her Space, the stunning conclusion to the Stars Duet by Amie Knight is available NOW!
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Blurb: I was reunited with Livingston Montgomery in the broad sunshine of a Carolina morning, right where she belonged; in the light.   

It’d been too long since I’d seen her face. She had changed, but so had I. I was Adam Nova, reformed bad boy.  Now, successful business man.  I had it all, except for the one person I’d always wanted, and now I was back to claim her.  

She was living in the shadows, just a shell of the former girl I knew.  But it didn’t matter that she tried to hide from me in the dark. I’d follow her into the deepest depths of hell.
I just wanted to be In Her Space.

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Excerpt:
“Come to my office now.” Patience had never been a virtue for this man.

        “Adam, please.” My voice even sounded desperate to my own ears. Couldn’t he just give me a break one fucking day? Since he’d been home, my life had been in turmoil.

        I think it was the use of his first name that gave him pause and gave me a bit of hope that he was going to leave me the hell alone today.

        “My office. Now. I’m the boss.” And then he clicked off.

        “Bastard,” I whispered.

        A click. “I heard that.” And then another click.

        I rolled my eyes as I cleaned my paper mess. I made sure to take my damn time going to his office. He may have been my boss, but he wasn’t the boss of me. Yeah, I was pretty mature today.

        I knocked at the door and no one answered, so I knocked again. Harder.

        Eventually, Adam turned the knob and opened it, his cell phone to his ear. He motioned with his hand for me to have a seat in the chair in front of his desk while he sat behind his desk, still on the phone.

        The longer I sat there, the angrier I got. I didn’t even want to come in here and he insisted on it so he could sit his ass on the phone and look at me. It didn’t even seem like he was really talking to anyone except for the occasional yes or good from his mouth. He was making my already shitty day even shittier.

        He finally hung up the phone and just gazed at me from the other side of the desk. I raised my eyebrows at him. “Was there something you needed from me, Mister Nova?”

        He ran a hand over the scruff of his jaw. “Ya know, Liv. This Mister Nova shit is getting really fucking old.”

        I wasn’t in the mood for his bullshit today and I could tell he was really planning on giving it to me. “Ya know, Mister Nova, this calling me into your office for no fucking reason is getting really old, too.”

        He stood up and stalked around the desk toward me like a predator after its prey. “I hate it when you cuss.”

        I pursed my lips. “I hate it when you boss me around.”

        “I want to kiss the sass right out of you.”

        I stood up and we were toe-to-toe. “Don’t you even think about it,” I breathed.

        He grabbed me by my hips and swung me around until I was pinned between him and the desk. “Oh, I think about it all the time and who’s going to stop me?”

        My eyes fluttered closed. Oh fuck, he was getting to me. The fever was back. Making me hot and bothered and wanton, but I wasn’t easy. “My knee.”

        “Oh, come on.” His nose brushed the side of mine. “I just want a taste.”

        The smell of sweet smoke invaded my senses, making me crazed and incredibly dumb because I whimpered. And that was all she wrote.

        His hands went to the back of my head and gripped my hair tight, angling my head just how he liked, and he didn’t just press his lips to mine. No, this wasn’t one of Adam’s sweet, thoughtful kisses. He pillaged my mouth. The man kissed me like he was drowning and I was his only source of air.

        He bit at my lips and pulled my hair, the sting, the sheer intensity of the moment causing me to groan. I was angry and hot and God, I wanted him. I wanted to forget today. I wanted to bury myself in his kisses and passion for just a few minutes. I wanted to forget the time that had separated us. I wanted to pretend we hadn’t been separated for years and miles. I wanted to remember when he was mine and I was his.       

He slid his hand up the outside of my thigh, almost like he’d held my hand all those years ago, with such thought, agonizingly slow and right up under my skirt. My heart raced in my chest. It beat so loudly in my ears, it was all I could hear.

        “What are you doing?” I whispered, desperate for him to continue, praying he stopped. This was the best worst idea in the history of ideas.

        “What I’ve been wanting to do since I saw you in that little black dress at the Gala. The dress you wore to torture me,” he growled, dropping to a knee while he shrugged out of his suit jacket.

        My face grew hot as he pushed my skirt up, trailing his fingers up the outside of my thighs, sliding his palms up the inside, like his hands were on a leisurely walk, instead of seducing the hell out of me.

        “This is a bad idea,” I panted, clutching the edge of his desk in my hands as his fingers brushed the apex of my thighs. “You’re my boss. You’re my ex-boyfriend. I’m not even sure you like me.”

        “On the contrary, this is the best idea I’ve had in years.” His head dipped, and the sting of teeth right at the top of my thigh was dangerously close to where I ached. “And I’m gonna show you how much I like you.”

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: Amie Knight has been a reader for as long as she could remember and a romance lover since she could get her hands on her momma’s books. A dedicated wife and mother with a love of music and makeup, she won’t ever be seen leaving the house without her eyebrows and eyelashes done just right. When she isn’t reading and writing, you can catch her jamming out in the car with her two kids to ’90s R&B, country, and showtunes. Amie draws inspiration from her childhood in Columbia, South Carolina, and can’t imagine living anywhere other than the South.

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Review: Filthy English by Ilsa Madden Mills

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The Cover: I really like how Filthy English’s cover is similar to Dirty English. Same background, same font style but the model is facing forward. I like how both match and go together. 

Basics: Filthy English was released on July 9th 2016, published by Little Dove and is 258 pages long. Genre wise Filthy English belongs to contemporary romance, new adult and college romance. 

Description: A smokin’ hot British player…A jilted girl…One night of mistaken identity…

Two weeks before her wedding, Remi Montague’s fiancé drops her faster than a drunken sorority girl in stilettos. Armed with her best friend and a bottle of tequila, she hops a plane to London to drown her sorrows before fall semester begins at Whitman University.

She didn’t plan on attending a masquerade party. She sure didn’t plan on waking up next to the British bad boy who broke her heart three years ago—the devastatingly handsome and naked Dax Blay. Furthermore, she has no clue how they acquired matching tattoos.

Once back at Whitman together, they endeavor to pretend they never had their night of unbridled passion in London. But that’s damn hard to do when you live in the same house…

One night. Two damaged hearts. The passion of a lifetime.
*A modern love story inspired by Romeo and Juliet*
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Overall thoughts: As soon as I finished Dirty English I immediately grabbed Filthy English. Delcan was an amazing alpha hero but I was SUPER excited to read about his no good, trouble making twin Dax. Filthy English focuses on a modern Romeo and Juliet love story which I was a bit concerned with at first because the ending of that Shakespeare love story didn’t end so well, but I can promise you that the ending of ending of Filthy English is nothing like that! Phew! 

Dax is the campus playboy, no really people dubbed him the sex lord he’s been around so much. He is the most outgoing, playful twin who is always getting into some sort of trouble. But deep down he knows he hasn’t found the one and while his brother recently found love and happiness, Dax is more lost than ever. Meanwhile Remi just got dumped several days before her wedding and instead of mopping about it decides to take her friend and on her planned honeymoon to England. 

While out on the town, she meets and falls (literally) into a gorgeous stranger’s arms. Taken by his attractive looks and silly charismatic wit and smile, she kisses him wanting him to help her forget being dumped at the altar. However when they do, Remi realizes she’s kissing Dax, THEE DAX and is immediately reminded of their together before. They both know each other and she puts him on blast, wanting nothing to do with him. Confused but not wanting to give up on Remi; Dax sets out to figure out why she can’t stand him so much and in the meantime both of them start to fall for one another again. These two’s story is anything but a Shakespeare tragedy, it’s so much more. 

I loved Filthy English and while I really also loved Dirty English, I definitely prefer Dax over Delcan. Plus I’m a Romeo and Juliet fan girl at heart so that helps too! I liked everything about this book, from start to finish it was a must read for me and I just loved this book! No negatives whatsoever. Dax and Remi are one of those couples that I don’t think I will get over anything soon and I think I am going to be obsessed and re-reading Dirty English and Filthy English for quite awhile! 

Couple Chemistry Rating: 5/5 Shells
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Favorite Quotes: “I don’t hate you. I could never in a million years could I hate you.”
“Yeah? Well you have a funny way of showing it.”
“You can’t hate the first boy you ever loved.” -Remi & Dax

My Rating: 5/5 Shells
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About the Author: Wall Street Journal, New York Times, and USA Today best-selling author Ilsa Madden-Mills writes about strong heroines and sexy alpha males that sometimes you just want to slap. She’s best known for her angsty and funny New Adult college romances. 

A former high school English teacher and elementary librarian, she adores all things Pride and Prejudice; Mr. Darcy is her ultimate hero. She loves unicorns, frothy coffee beverages, Vampire Dairies, and any book featuring sword-wielding females. 

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Review: Dirty English by Ilsa Madden Mills

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The Cover:
I really like the cover of Dirty English because there is so much to look at. The model at the front, the British flag as the background and the text all go together very well. However I am a bit annoyed there aren’t really any scar marks on the model’s back and if he supposed to look like Declan, he doesn’t because Declan has scars on his back. I still really like this cover but details matter. 

Basics: Dirty English was released on October 10th 2015, published by Little Dove and is 272 pages long. Genre wise Dirty English belongs to contemporary romance, new adult, college romance and standalone. 

Description: A scarred fighter. A girl with rules. One night of unbridled passion.

There are three things you need to know about Elizabeth Bennett: she’s smart as a whip, always in control, and lives by a set of carefully crafted rules. She’s learned the hard way that people you love the most always hurt you in the end. But then she meets Declan Blay, the new neighbor at her apartment complex.

A tattooed British street fighter, he’s the campus bad boy she’s supposed to avoid, but when he saves her from a frat party gone bad, all her rules about sex and love fly out the window.

She gives him one night of unbridled passion, but he longs for more.  With only a cardboard-thin wall separating their bedrooms, he dreams of possessing the vulnerable girl next door forever. One night. Two damaged hearts. The passion of a lifetime.

*A modern love story inspired by Pride and Prejudice*
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Overall thoughts: Oh. My. Gosh. Dear Ilsa Madden Mills where have you been my entire life?! How in the world did I miss this book?! I’ve been reading her latest releases I Bet You and I Dare You and when I finished with those I decided I want to look her up on my kindle and I saw that ALL her books are on Kindle Unlimited. I don’t know about you, but Kindle Unlimited is a godsend. You pay $10 a month to Amazon and you get your pick of ten free books that (as long as you have a Kindle Unlimited subscription) you get to keep the books on your kindle as long as you want! 

ANYWAY back to Ilsa Madden Mills and her amazing books! I really enjoyed and was super impressed when I finished I Bet You and I Dare You books so I wanted to see what else she had. I picked Dirty English and I. am. COMPLETELY. blown. away. I LOVED Dirty English! I couldn’t put it down! A modern romance story based off Pride and Prejudice? BRILLIANT. One of my favorite parts of this book was going through it and seeing all the references to Pride and Prejudice, I swooned so many times!

Elizabeth Bennett is on a mission to succeed in school and in her life. She lives by a very strict set of rules and doesn’t believe in relationships, only in one night stands. Declan is the campus bad boy, a notorious fighter but has a heart of gold under his tough exterior. Both Elizabeth and Declan have painful pasts but when the two finally come together and meet for the first time, sparks fly. Both might hold what the other needs, but Elizabeth’s past and Declan’s stubbornness threat their budding relationship. Among other things.

Again, I am completely blown away by Dirty English! I LOVED Elizabeth and Declan, their chemistry is firecracker hot and I just adored how they fell for each other. I couldn’t put this book down from start to finish and I immediately got a hold of the next standalone in the series Filthy English featuring Declan’s twin brother, Dax.  Even though Dirty English came out a few years ago, it is one of the highlight reads of the year for me! 

Couple Chemistry Rating: 5/5 Shells
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Favorite Quotes: “She was my queen and I wanted to be her king. I wanted to sit at the throne of her body and love her forever.” -Declan 

“This. You. Me. I want it forever.” -Declan 

“I’m the guy who’s going to take you up against this wall. I’m going to bury my cock in you and own your body and you’re going to love it. But I’m not going to hurt you. Ever.”  -Declan

My Rating: 5/5 Shells
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About the Author: Wall Street Journal, New York Times, and USA Today best-selling author Ilsa Madden-Mills writes about strong heroines and sexy alpha males that sometimes you just want to slap. She’s best known for her angsty and funny New Adult college romances. 

A former high school English teacher and elementary librarian, she adores all things Pride and Prejudice; Mr. Darcy is her ultimate hero. She loves unicorns, frothy coffee beverages, Vampire Dairies, and any book featuring sword-wielding females. 

Email her at ilsamaddenmills.gmail.com

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