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review 2017-02-07 19:49
I loved it
Breathless - Beverly Jenkins

Always love learning about the history of the period. Suffragette movement, Geronimo escape and the black experience.

 

 

Beverly Jenkins is one of my favorite Black historical romance writers. She not only shares black history, but familial relations and love. I've read more than seven of her large catalogue of books, mainly her historical romance.

 

In Breathless we revisit characters that I'd fallen in love with. Rhine and Eddy's love in Forbidden was enduring. I'm waiting for my Rhine. After learning about Eddie's sister's neglect of her nieces I was concerned and couldn't wait to revisit them. Breathless is Portia's story.

 

Portia is determined, strong, smart and a bit afraid of men (due to her past with her mother). From the very beginning of Kent's arrival I knew He'd have his work cut out for him. In Breathless Ms. Beverly shows that people can mature and grow and I appreciated that. I Just can't get enough about the town, people and the conflicts they encounter.

 

All in all Breathless was a 4 star read for me. A book I will revisit and share with other historical romance lovers and even with the romance naysayers.

 

Thank you to Edelweiss and Avon for the opportunity to read and review Breathless.

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CAUGHT BY YOU
Love Between the Bases #2
Jennifer Bernard
Releasing Dec 29th, 2015
Avon Books

 

 
Love comes out of left field in the second novel in USA Today bestselling author Jennifer Bernard's sexy baseball-themed series...
 
Months of alternately flirting and bickering with Kilby Catfish catcher Mike Solo just turned into the hottest kiss of Donna MacIntyre's life—and that's a major league complication. Any hint of scandal could keep her from getting her son back from her well-connected ex. Then Mike comes up with a game-changing idea: a marriage proposal that could help win her case—even as it jeopardizes her heart.
 
 
Mike hasn't been able to get the gorgeous, gutsy redhead out of his fantasies. The least he can do is fix the mess he helped create. Yet their engagement is quickly becoming about a lot more than doing the right thing. Because after swearing he'd never risk love again, Mike has found a passion that puts all his emotions in play, and a woman he'll go to bat for again and again.
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Mike looked around at the milling Roadhouse crowd. Denim jackets and cowboy boots, short skirts and long legs, plenty of lip gloss and teased hair, glimpses of cleavage, earrings dangling against bare skin, pretty girls flipping their hair, laughing, teasing, sexy, cute …

And not Donna.

 

He drained his club soda. “Mañana,” he said to the other Catfish, who stared after him with expressions of shock and betrayal. He never left the party early. Too bad. The Roadhouse without Donna was like a game without a hit. A dinner without steak. A shower without water.

 

It just wasn’t worth the bother.

 

He strode out of the Roadhouse into the still-warm night. Up above, stars bedazzled the blue-velvet sky. The Wade kid had it right. Play well, get out of town. That was the plan. Definitely, for sure, forget Donna.

 

Unless, of course, she was standing right in front of him.

 

Donna?”

 

He blinked, but she didn’t disappear. On his way to the stadium for batting practice, he’d stopped at the Dunkin’ Donuts for coffee and a cruller. Now his coffee steamed, forgotten, in his left hand while he drank in the sight of Donna MacIntyre. She stood next to a miniscule red Kia in the drive-through, a little brown bag in one hand and a Big Gulp of coffee in the other.

 

She looked … different.

 

You are Donna, right? Donna MacIntyre?”

 

She rolled her eyes with a Lord-help-us expression that confirmed her identity. “Solo. How’ve you been?”

 

Great. What are you wearing?” It looked horrible, whatever it was. Boxy, boring blue, below the knee. Its only benefit was that it showed off her calves. Unfortunately, they were covered in beige panty hose. “Did you just come from Salvation Army band practice?”

 

That’s an extremely inappropriate comment.”

 

Yeah, it was, but he was rattled. “Sorry. I’m a little traumatized. Are you on a Mormon mission or something? What did you do to your hair?”

 

The state of her hair made him want to cry. All the curls had been flat-ironed out of it; he knew the process because his sisters used it on their curly black mops. The color hadn’t changed, thank the saints, but she wore a headband that hid most of the glorious red. A headband! And her hair was short too. She’d chopped it to shoulder-length. All that wild, beautiful hair, sitting on a salon floor somewhere.

 

Wait, let me guess. You’re on your way to an encyclopedia convention.”

 

Looking extremely annoyed, she brushed past him. He caught the scent of fresh woodlands. At least that hadn’t changed. As she peered into the Kia, he followed her gaze and saw a sleeping kid strapped into a car seat in the back. The window was halfway open, giving the child plenty of air. He had red hair and his mouth lolled open.

 

Is that the Shark?”

 

For the first time, she looked kindly at him. “You remember about the Shark?”

 

Of course. You’re a nanny for a Shark. Hard to forget that. Or the rest of it.” He raised one eyebrow suggestively, but she ignored his double entendre. His suspicion grew that something was wrong in Donna’s world. In the old days, she never let a chance to flirt pass her by.

 

I’m not a nanny anymore,” she told him, circling around to the driver’s side. “I’m a receptionist at a dentist’s office. You should come by sometime. We’re famous for our root canals.”

 

Cradling her coffee and paper bag against her chest, she put her key into the lock on the driver’s side door. Damn. She was about to drive away, and he didn’t know when he’d see her again.

 

You know, I could use a good teeth cleaning. They look kind of green up on the Jumbotron. Where’s your office?”

 

Oh. Where? It’s, um, at the corner of Twelfth and Forget I Said Anything.”

 

Ouch. Now there’s the Donna I remember.”

 

She fumbled with the lock. “Well, forget her.”

 

I tried that. It wasn’t any fun.”

 

She glanced up at him, her eyes narrowed, and a zing shot between them. For the first time since he’d gotten back to Kilby, Mike felt completely happy with life. He bounded around the car and lifted her coffee out of her way. “There, is that easier?”

 

You don’t have to help me. I’m fine. Don’t you have some balls to play with?”

 

Ouch again. I think our Donna’s back in business.” He squinted at her. “Are you wearing a football pin? Now you’re just breaking my heart.”

 

Welcome to Texas,” she said, all sassy. “Where football is king, and baseball is the nerdy neighbor boy your mom makes you play with.”

 

Them’s fighting words, Donna MacIntyre. You can’t just say something like that and not give me a chance to prove how superior baseball is in every possible way.”

 

She turned the key in the lock and swung open the door. He stepped back to avoid getting a crotch full of South Korean automotive metal. In the car seat, the child’s legs twitched, and a low wail began.

 

Gotta go,” said Donna, suddenly in a big hurry. “Nice running into you and all. Have a good season.”

 

Mama!!!” the boy cried. Mike could see it was a boy now. A boy with bright red hair the exact color of Donna’s.

 

Shhh, sweetie. It’s okay. I’m here, and I got you some milk.” She stuck a straw in the cup and handed it to him.

 

Abruptly, the crying stopped. Donna shot Mike a complicated look—he detected regret, warning, pleading, and probably a few more layers—then closed the door.

 

He watched her drive away, speculation running rampant. So Donna had a kid. She’d never mentioned any such person. Neither had Caleb or Sadie. Not that it was his business.

 

Except … well, he kind of wanted to make it his business. How many dental offices could there be in Kilby, Texas?

 


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Jennifer Bernard is a graduate of Harvard and a former news promo producer. The child of academics, she confounded her family by preferring romance novels to … well, any other books. She left big city life for true love in Alaska, where she now lives with her husband and stepdaughters. She’s no stranger to book success, as she also writes erotic novellas under a naughty secret name not to be mentioned at family gatherings.
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text 2015-11-17 09:42
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SHATTERED
LOST #3
Cynthia Eden
Releasing Oct 27th, 2015
Avon Books

 

 

In New York Times bestselling author Cynthia Eden's latest novel featuring the Last Option Search Team (LOST), one agent is forced to face her past as she uncovers secrets about the man who may be the key to her future.

Criminal psychologist Dr. Sarah Jacobs is all too familiar with the kind of bad boys who belong behind bars. But the dark, dangerous man she meets in the New Orleans underworld is a new kind of ruthless, and all too irresistible.

Jax Fontaine doesn't claim to be a good guy, but he's loyal to his own code and brutally honest about what he wants. He and Sarah may be worlds apart, but when they're skin to skin, nothing matters but the heat between them.

And when a deranged killer targets Sarah, Jax will do whatever it takes to keep her safe.


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No judgment,” he murmured. “There’s no anger in your eyes, no rage or disgust at me for being a cold bastard. No pity for the kid I was who got beaten in a dirty alley and left to die.”

 

Don’t be too sure you understand what I feel.”

 

Why not? I actually think I understand you very, very well.”

 

Sarah backed up a step.

 

A faint smile curved his lips. “It was there from the first time I saw you. That instant connection. Doesn’t happen often. Actually, it’s never happened to me before. I looked up, saw you, and thought—”

 

Sarah pretty much ran for the door.

 

But he caught her. His hands wrapped around her and Jax pulled her back against his body. His hold wasn’t hard or rough. Oddly, it was infinitely tender.

 

Do you know what I saw when I looked in your eyes?” he whispered into her ear.

 

Sarah shook her head.

 

You were hurting. Trying to hide your pain, but I could still see it. I looked at you and thought—I never want her to hurt again.

 

Tears stung her eyes. “You don’t know me. Or what I’ve done.” Jax thought his past was bad? It was nothing compared to hers. She still had nightmares that had her waking in the night, choking for breath, and begging for help.

 

Help that hadn’t come. Not in time.

 

Tell me why you came to see me tonight, Sarah.”

 

She sucked in a quick breath and decided to go with the truth. “Because I didn’t want to lie in bed and be afraid. Because I didn’t want to think about the past or the future.” Because she’d felt that insane connection between them, too.

 

The first time she’d seen him, she’d looked into his eyes and thought—

 

He can handle all my darkness. He won’t ever be afraid of what I tell him.

 

Because his gaze had told her that he’d already looked into hell … and hadn’t given a damn about the demons there.

 

He turned her in his arms. She made herself look up and into his eyes. He was so warm and strong against her. And he made her … want. Yearn for things that she’d denied herself for so very long.

 

Because she hadn’t wanted anyone to get close. She hadn’t trusted anyone with all her secrets.

 

She didn’t trust him, either. She’d be a fool to do that. But—she did want him. And every instinct Sarah possessed screamed at her that Jax Fontaine could give her the sensual oblivion she craved.

 

A few hours to forget. A few hours to just pretend that I’m not the freak in the room. The monster that everyone else fears.

 

What do you want from me?” Jax asked her.

 

Just a night. She’d be leaving New Orleans soon, flying out on a plane and heading back to her little house in the suburbs of Atlanta. They wouldn’t see each other again. So no one else would know about what happened tonight.

 

Just her.

 

Just him.

 

 

 

 
 

 

 
 
 


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Award-winning author Cynthia Eden writes dark tales of paranormal romance and romantic suspense. She is a New York Times, USA Today, Digital Book World, and IndieReader best-seller. Cynthia is also a three-time finalist for the prestigious RITA® award. Since she began writing full-time in 2005, Cynthia has written over fifty novels and novellas.

Cynthia lives along the Alabama Gulf Coast. She loves romance novels, horror movies, and chocolate. Her favorite hobbies including hiking in the mountains (searching for waterfalls) and spelunking.

 

 

 

 
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THE SWEET SPOT
Stephanie Evanovich
Releasing Sept 29th, 2015
Mass Market Paperback
Avon Books/Harper Collins
 
 
The amazing Stephanie Evanovich returns with The Sweet Spot, the sizzling story of everyone’s favorite couple from her New York Times bestseller Big Girl Panties: hunky professional baseball player Chase Walker and his sassy wife Amanda

When pro baseball player Chase Walker first meets Amanda at her restaurant, it’s love at first sight. While Amanda can’t help noticing the superstar with the Greek-god-build, he doesn’t have a chance of getting to first—or any other—base with her. A successful entrepreneur who’s built her business from scratch, Amanda doesn’t need a Prince Charming to sweep her off her feet. And a curvy girl who likes to cook and eat isn’t interested in being around the catty, stick-thin herd of females chasing Chase and his teammates.

But Chase isn’t about to strike out. A man who isn’t interested in playing the field, he’s a monogamist who wants an independent woman like Amanda. His hopes rally when she discovers that squeaky-clean Chase has a few sexy and very secret pre-game rituals that turn the smart, headstrong businesswoman on—and into his number one fan.

Then a tabloid discovers the truth and turns their spanking good fun into a late- night punch-line. Is Amanda ready to let loose and swing for the fences? Or will the pressure of Chase’s stardom force them to call it quits?
 
 
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Cold Creek Grill. How may I help you?” She answered the phone as if her day was right as rain. She was a business woman, first and foremost.

 

I need a reservation for tonight,” a gravelly voice barked into the phone. The caller was either on a cell phone with a bad connection or had a mouth full of marbles.

 

Of course sir, what time are you looking for?”

 

Seven,” he said impatiently and Amanda pictured him running to catch a subway.

 

Let me make sure I have that available,” she told him, trying to buy time while she booted up the computer at the podium a few feet away. She moved the phone to the other side of her head, forgetting it was a war zone and her hair crackled near her ear.

 

Trust me, sweetheart, you have a table available.”

 

Sir?” She didn’t know what to be more offended by, his use of the word sweetheart or the underlying threat that she better be able to seat him. And she determined he was just some arrogant blowhard who was sitting with his feet up on his desk overlooking the water and a fat stogy in his mouth.

 

A superstar is having dinner at your restaurant; you don’t want to make him wait.”

 

All of our guests at the Cold Creek are VIPs Mr…?”

 

Maybe I should speak to the owner?” he cut her off and she thought she heard more spit squish out of the end of his cigar.

 

I am the owner. My name is Amanda Cole. To whom do I have the pleasure of speaking?”

 

Don’t seat us someplace high traffic like near the front. He’s not there to be an advertisement. You’ll get your photo op.”

 

It sounded so scathing, like she was some sort of a bistro whore looking to make a buck, as if she would be interested in taking a picture with him in the first place. Supreme Court justices and past presidents dined at the Cold Creek without incident. “Mr. What-ever-your-name-is, I’m not only concerned for the comfort of our guests, but the safety of my staff. And we have had some high profile guests in the past. Several are regulars.”

 

Yeah, yeah, I heard that. That’s why I’m calling. But lady, you never had anyone this big,” he said with an air of superiority that was nothing short of skin crawling. At least he had upgraded her to lady.

 

If he wasn’t being such a total jack-ass, she might have taken him more seriously. “Would you like to tell me who he is, so that I might inform security?” she said with overt sarcasm. He could either take being spoken to in kind, or he would start to ream her out and she would hang up on him and he could dine elsewhere, bad business or not.

 

There was a pause and she thought he may have hung up on her first. But then he said, “No. Better you don’t know till he gets there. Someone tips off TMZ and the night’s a bust. And he brings his own security”

 

Will they be joining you for dinner?”

 

His laugh was particularly smarmy. “They’re not paid to eat.”

 

So he wasn’t only rude, he was also a tyrant. “That’s fine, sir, they can stand guard with mine.”

 

Only hers were imaginary. She no longer cared if the computer was ready. It was a Weds, they were rarely fully booked, and this man and his famous guest seemed intent on dining there. He was probably going to be more aggravation than anything else, even if he was only half as self-important as his representative. “You’re all set, dinner for two at seven. Would you like to leave me a name or is there a code word or what?”

 

There was another pause, and once again Amanda was given the false hope that he may have hung up and saved her from a night of inconvenient distractions at the very least. But then she heard him on the other end, it sounded like a snort.

 

You’re spunky, kid,” he told her. “Name under Alan Shaw. I’ll be there at 6:50. I don’t like to wait either. And make sure there are good steaks on hand, he’s a meat-eater.”



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Stephanie Evanovich is a full-fledged Jersey girl from Asbury Park who began writing fiction while waiting for her cues during countless community theater projects. She attended New York’s School of Film and Television and acted in several improvisational troupes and a few small-budget movies, all in preparation for the greatest job she ever had, raising her two sons. Now a full-time writer, she’s an avid sports fan who holds a black belt in tae kwon do.
 
 
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review 2015-03-18 01:47
Another Hit For Lori Wilde
Back in the Game - Lori Wilde

I was provided a copy of this book by the author for the purpose of an honest review and was not compensated in any way. 

I received a paperback copy of this book and I can picture having my copy get a very well read look to it. Now that Spring training is underway, what a perfect time to read about Rowdy and Breeanne. I hope you’ll find that you’ll also want to read this book again and why not read it in October when baseball starts to wind down. Had to take my dad to a medical appointment and got mad that they had a TV on and disappointed it wasn’t on mute because I didn’t want anything to disrupt my reading experience. At that point, I wished that I had an audio version so I could put earplugs in and just concentrate on the book.

One thing that I loved about this book was that neither of our two main characters were perfect. Due to circumstances beyond their control, they have been changed physically that affect them emotionally. But that doesn’t stop them from making a connection. It’s a book that shows that you don’t have to be “picture perfect” to fall in love.

One thing I love about this author is that nothing is complete until the book is over – and no cheating or skipping to the end. You don’t want to miss anything good. If you’ve never read this author before - what a great way to “cut your teeth”. Maybe you’ve read her work before but this time she puts in a special piece of furniture and you just have to keep reading to find out what this has to do with our main characters. This book is the first in a new series and I can’t wait until the next book and to see if this piece of furniture makes any further appearances. The only bad news at this time is that I couldn’t find a title or when the book is coming out.

Source: www.goodreads.com/review/show/1230320994?book_show_action=false
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