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text 2017-03-23 07:10
Excerpt Reveal - Walk Of Shame
   
 
The City's HOTTEST Cold War!
 
 
WALK OF SHAME
a Love Unexpectedly novel
Lauren Layne
Releasing April 18th, 2017
Loveswept
 

 

Sparks fly between a misunderstood New York socialite and a cynical divorce lawyer in this lively standalone rom-com from the USA Today bestselling author of Blurred Lines and Love Story.
 
Pampered heiress Georgianna Watkins has a party-girl image to maintain, but all the shopping and clubbing is starting to feel a little bit hollow—and a whole lot lonely. Though Georgie would never admit it, the highlights of her week are the mornings when she comes home at the same time as her uptight, workaholic neighbor is leaving to hit the gym and put in a long day at the office. Teasing him is the most fun Georgie’s had in years—and the fuel for all her naughtiest daydreams.
 
Celebrity divorce attorney Andrew Mulroney doesn’t have much time for women, especially spoiled tabloid princesses who spend more time on Page Six than at an actual job. Although Georgie’s drop-dead gorgeous, she’s also everything Andrew resents: the type of girl who inherited her penthouse instead of earning it. But after Andrew caps one of their predawn sparring sessions with a surprise kiss—a kiss that’s caught on camera—all of Manhattan is gossiping about whether they’re a real couple. And nobody’s more surprised than Andrew to find that the answer just might be yes.
 
 
 
 
 
Georgie
 

Tuesday morning

Let’s talk about five a.m. for a second.

Also known as the worst hour of the day, am I right?

Here’s why:

If you’re awake to see five in the freaking morning, it means one of a few things, all of them heinous.

Scenario one: You’re on your way to the airport for an early morning flight. Heinous.

Scenario two: You’ve been out all night, and now your vodka buzz is fading, and you’re just sober enough to realize that the rest of your day will likely involve Excedrin, carbs, and indoor voices. Heinous.

Scenario three: You’ve got a crap-ton on your mind, and you’re lying awake in bed, staring at the ceiling, hating your life. Maybe hating yourself a little bit, I dunno, who am I to judge? Heinous.

Now brace yourself, because scenario four is the most heinous of them all: You’re awake at five a.m. because you’re an uptight prick whose schedule is even more rigid than your posture, and your life is an endless string of working out, the corner office, repeat. You’re also likely the type of person who subsists on protein shakes and kale smoothies, and you have been known to utter the phrase the body is a temple, thus solidifying what we already knew about you.

You have no friends.

But wait, I’m getting ahead of myself.

See, it’s five a.m., and I, Georgie Watkins, am . . . kind of excited about it.

I know. I know. Four months ago I’d have bet my favorite vintage Chanel bag that there was exactly zero chance I’d actually look forward to the ghoulish hour of five in the morning.

And yet here we are.

I guess you could say there’s a scenario five on reasons to be up this early.

“Good morning, Ramon,” I sing, pushing through the revolving doors of the luxury high-rise on 56th and Park, the place I call home.

The concierge/security guard/all-around good guy glances up and gives me a friendly smile. “Ms. Watkins. Good morning.”

Usually the massive front desk is a bustling, busy affair. Starting at around seven, an army of well-dressed concierges will be smoothly facilitating the needs of impatient residents, as tiny dogs let out sharp, high-pitched barks of greeting from their Louis Vuitton carriers.

But that’s later.

Right now, the luxurious lobby is mostly silent, with just the lone overnight guy working the front desk, holding down the fort until the day guys arrive to handle the morning crush.

My new Tory Burch clutch tucked into my armpit, I hold up the box in my hands and waggle my eyebrows. “Brought you something.”

Ramon’s smile grows wider, brown eyes lighting. “My wife says you’re going to make me fat.”

“Tell Marta that the dad bod is totally in style right now,” I say, setting the box of donuts on the counter and lifting the lid. “Unless, of course, you don’t want a maple bacon donut?”

Ramon is already reaching inside the box, shaking his head in reverence as he lifts the sugary treat. “Still warm.”

“Well, technically the shop doesn’t open until five, but I’m such a loyal customer, they let me in a bit early,” I say, surveying the array of donuts and trying to decide if I’m in a chocolate kind of mood or if I want to risk the powdered sugar one.

Since my Alexander McQueen minidress is black (the archnemesis of powdered sugar), I reach for the chocolate as I set my clutch on the counter and fish out my phone: 4:58 a.m.

Two more minutes.

“How’s Marta dealing with the pregnancy of baby number three?” I ask, taking a bite of the donut and shifting attention back to Ramon, who’s already polished off his donut and is contemplating a second. I nudge the box toward him.

“She’s good,” he says. “Excited that we’re finally having a girl.”

“A girl!” I say, reaching across the counter and squeezing his massive forearm. “Congratulations, I hadn’t heard!”

“Just found out yesterday,” he says with a happy smile, apparently deciding that the occasion calls for another donut.

“Oh my gosh, I have the perfect baby gift,” I say, nibbling at a piece of my donut. “I saw this adorable Burberry onesie in Bergdorf’s the other day, with this precious little red bow—”

“Yes, because that’s what every infant needs,” a low voice interrupts. “A four-hundred-dollar piece of fabric that needs to be dry-cleaned. Don’t be ridiculous, Georgiana.”

I don’t have to look at my clock to know what time it is.

Five o’clock.

On the dot.

Not even bothering to turn around, I roll my eyes as my red nails tear off another piece of donut and pop it into my mouth. “Ramon, do you think you could talk to maintenance about adjusting the temp? It just got a little cold in here.”

Ramon’s been working here long enough to know my request isn’t for real. He’s not even paying attention to me. He’s already set his donut aside and has straightened up, practically saluting the newcomer.

“Mr. Mulroney. Good morning, sir.”

“Mr. Ramirez.” The voice is low and serious, a touch impatient, although not quite rude.

You know that adage that you catch more flies with honey? I’m not so sure it’s true. I bring donuts to the front desk guys just about every morning, and they adore me. I know they do.

But they respect him.

Giving in to the inevitable, I finally let my eyes flick to the side, my gaze colliding with a stern brown scowl.

I put on my widest, sparkliest smile, only because I know it drives him crazy.

As always, I see a muscle in his jaw twitch as I flutter my eyelashes.

“Good morning, Andrew,” I say sweetly.

“Georgiana.”

I resist the urge to roll my eyes. Only my late grandmother has ever called me that, and I’m pretty sure that’s because I was her namesake. Everyone else calls me Georgie. Well, okay, not everyone. Ramon and the other guys still insist on calling me Ms. Watkins, but I’m working on it. See: daily donuts.

I smile wider and push the box in Andrew’s direction. “Donut?”

His lip curls. In case you haven’t already gotten a read on this guy, he’s the type that sneers at donuts.

He lifts a boring black travel mug. “Already have my breakfast.”

“Blended-up quinoa sprinkled with a few bits of spinach and pretension?” I ask.

“Whey powder protein shake.”

“Sounds immensely satisfying.”

He takes a sip of the nastiness and watches me with cold brown eyes. “The body is a temple, Georgiana.”

There it is.

Full circle to my above commentary about what sort of people are up and about at five a.m.

 

 
 
Lauren Layne is the New York Times bestselling author of over a dozen romantic comedies.
 
A former e-commerce and web marketing manager from Seattle, Lauren relocated to New York City in 2011 to pursue a full-time writing career.
 
She lives in midtown Manhattan with her high-school sweetheart, where she writes smart romantic comedies with just enough sexy-times to make your mother blush. In LL's ideal world, every stiletto-wearing, Kate Spade wielding woman would carry a Kindle stocked with Lauren Layne books. 
 

 
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review 2017-03-20 00:44
Madly (The New York Series): A Loveswept Contemporary Romance - Ruthie Knox

Allie Fredericks is from Manitowoc, Wisconson but has found herself in New York City.  Allie is tired of her mom leaving for lengths of time and going to NYC and Allie needs to find out why.  Allie has tracked her mom down to a bar and is hiding in the shadows watching her with another man....a man who just happens to be her birth father.  Allie is suppose to be planning her parents 30th Wedding Anniversary party that is in a few days and she's afraid her mom is ruining everything.

Just as Allie is about to be spotted by her mom, she convinces a strange man in a suit and tie to be her cover.  This man is Winston Chamberlain, a tall, good looking, slightly older man with a British accent.  What Allie didn't expect was that sparks would fly!  Allie explains what she is doing in NYC and Winston ends up helping her.  At first I wasn't sure of these two as a couple.  They are 13 years apart in age.....Allie is closer in age to Winston's daughter, Bea than she is to him....but I am glad I kept reading.  By the end of this story I loved Winston and Allie together.  They just got each other.

As Allie and Winston start spending more time together, they start opening up to each other about all aspects of their lives.  These two are so different, yet so similar in many ways.

I really enjoyed the story line about Allie's mom and how so many people came together to help.  I must admit that the ending really surprised me....wasn't expecting that!  Overall this was a fun story that by the end I couldn't put down.

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review 2017-03-17 09:12
Surprises
Body Shot: A Last Shot Novel - Kelly Jamieson

Hayden and her best friend check out a new place and learn about tequila and men.  Many surprises for the reader in this series opener.  Interesting characters and fun times are had inside.

 

Beck is a former SEAL, who opens a restaurant/bar with his best friends.  Hayden turns his life upside down, and he finds that was the best part of all.  If they can agree it is love, the future looks bright.

 

I really enjoyed this book.  There was a lot to learn.  I laughed, cried, and basically felt every page.  I cannot wait to check out the next book in this Last Shot series.  I give this story a 4/5 Kitty's Paws UP!

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review 2017-02-14 07:05
Release Blast - Love Story
  
 
Over the course of one wild road trip, 
feuding childhood sweethearts get a second chance at love.
 
 
LOVE STORY
a Love Unexpectedly novel
Lauren Layne
Releasing February 14th, 2017
Loveswept
 


Over the course of one wild road trip, feuding childhood sweethearts get a second chance at love in this charming rom-com—a standalone novel from the New York Times bestselling author of Blurred Lines and Good Girl.

When Lucy Hawkins receives a job offer in San Francisco, she can’t wait to spread her wings and leave her small Virginia hometown behind. Her close-knit family supports her as best they can, by handing over the keys to a station wagon that’s seen better days. The catch? The cross-country trip comes with a traveling companion: her older brother’s best friend, aka the guy who took Lucy’s virginity hours before breaking her heart.

After spending the past four years and every last dime caring for his sick father, Reece Sullivan will do just about anything to break free of the painful memories—even if it means a two-week road trip with the one girl who’s ever made it past his carefully guarded exterior. But after long days of bickering in the car turn into steamy nights in secluded motel rooms, Reece learns that, when it comes to Lucy, their story is far from over. And this time, they just might have a shot at a happy ending.

Although listed as a title in the Love Unexpectedly Series, all books in the series stand alone.

 
 
 
 
 

 

Exclusive Excerpt:

 

Spock, we’re giving you Horny!” my mom blurts out, apparently fed up with my denseness.

 

Her utterance is too much for my siblings to handle and they both burst out laughing, retreating into the kitchen to rejoin the party where there’s wine.

 

Oh what I wouldn’t give for wine right now.

 

I, um . . . you’re giving me the car?” I ask.

 

Because yours broke down,” my dad explains, walking forward to thump Horny’s dented hood.

 

And this one’s . . . not broken down?” I ask skeptically.

 

Look, it’s not that I’m not grateful. My parents are trying to give me a car, I appreciate the sweetness of the gesture, it’s just . . .

 

Here’s the thing about Horny: he barely got us three kids through high school. I mean, Horny is the car that sputtered and shook making it the 3.2 miles to Jefferson High, no matter who was behind the wheel.

 

I’m even going to come all the way clean here and say that early on in my freshmen year, I was embarrassed showing up in Horny. Then I realized I was lucky to have a car at all, and well . . . I dunno, I guess Horny became a part of us Hawkins kids’ charm, because the station wagon was practically an institution from Craig’s high school reign all the way through Brandi’s.

 

But poor Horny quit working years ago. Much to Brandi’s chagrin, he gave up the ghost a mere two months before her high school graduation, and I spent the last bit of her senior year being picked up by my parents.

 

He’s going to take you to California,” Dad says, giving the car another thump.

 

Really?” I step forward and run a tentative finger along the familiar panel. He’s had a bath, so at least that’s something. “Because last I knew, he wouldn’t even make it out of the garage.”

 

Yeah, well, we neglected him for a while, but he’s right as rain now,” Dad says, puffing out his chest as though Horny’s a fourth child.

 

Like, as in he actually starts?”

 

Purrs like a kitten,” my mom says with an emphatic nod, even though I know she doesn’t even like cats. “We didn’t believe it, but we took him to church on Sunday and there were no issues.”

 

I literally bite my tongue to keep from pointing out that this is hardly a feat. Sacred Presbyterian is 0.8 miles away from the house.

 

You took Horny into a shop?” I ask, starting to warm to the idea of having a car again. I’m a little touched, actually. Money is tight for my parents. Dad’s a PE teacher, and Mom gives a mean winery tour, but the gig’s never paid much.

 

Not exactly, it was more of a bartering situation,” Mom says.

 

Yeah?” I say, going around to the driver’s seat, already giddy with the prospect of telling Oscar I’ll be able to come see him in Miami after all, even if I won’t exactly be riding in style.

 

Reece agreed to fix him up.”

 

I’m lowering myself into the car as my dad says this, but I reverse so quickly I hit my head. My skull doesn’t even register the pain, because I’m too busy registering the hurt in my heart at the familiar name. “I’m sorry, what?”

 

Reece,” my mom says, giving me a bemused look. “He’s always been handy with cars.”

 

He fixed up the car in exchange for what?”

 

And then I feel—I actually feel—the air change around me as the side door to the garage opens, and a new presence sucks all the air out of the space.

 

I don’t turn around. I don’t move. But I feel his eyes on me. Over me.

 

Reece is headed out to California too,” my oblivious mother chatters on. “It worked out perfectly actually. Now you two can ride together, and your dad and I don’t have to worry about you alone in the middle of nowhere with a twenty-something-year-old car.

 

They think the car is going to be the problem here? It’s not the car that’s toxic to me. It’s him.

 

Reece Sullivan. My brother’s best friend. My parents’ “other son.”

 

Slowly I force myself to turn, and even though I’m prepped, the force of that ice-blue gaze still does something dangerous to me.

 

He winks, quick and cocky, and I suck in a breath, and I have to wonder . . .

 

I wonder if my parents would feel differently about their little plan if they knew that their makeshift mechanic is the same guy that popped my cherry six years earlier under their very roof.

 

And then broke my heart twenty-four hours later.

 

 

 

Love Story (Love Unexpectedly, #3)Love Story by Lauren Layne
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

This is book # 3, in the Love Unexpectedly series. This book can be read as a standalone novel. All the books in this series are great, I recommend reading them in order.

Lucy and Reece have a history she would rather not repeat. Thanks to her parents, she has to spend time with him going across country. Even visit her boyfriend.

Reece is not sure how to approach Lucy other than to just take it day to day. He has loved her forever, but being her brothers best friend seemed to set them apart. Now they have separate lives heading in the same direction. Could this be a sign?

Such a thrilling series and this book is no exception! I love how the characters really are like magnets. This story makes you feel all sorts of things and makes a great bookclub read. I really enjoyed every page as I devoured it.


***This ARC copy was given by Netgalley and its publisher in return for an honest review.

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Lauren Layne is the New York Times bestselling author of over a dozen romantic comedies.
 
A former e-commerce and web marketing manager from Seattle, Lauren relocated to New York City in 2011 to pursue a full-time writing career.
 

She lives in midtown Manhattan with her high-school sweetheart, where she writes smart romantic comedies with just enough sexy-times to make your mother blush. In LL's ideal world, every stiletto-wearing, Kate Spade wielding woman would carry a Kindle stocked with Lauren Layne books. 
 

 

 

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review 2017-01-22 10:35
Exclusive Excerpt - Guarding Mr Fine

In addition to bringing you the review.....

 

The Best-Selling Author, HelenKay Dimon has generously shared an EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT with us for you!  

 

 

 

 

Her latest novel in the Tough Love series, Guarding Mr. Fine will be out on February 14, 2017.  You can learn more about this great book by reading the excerpt given below.

 

 

 

About the book:

 

In this steamy novel of seduction and international intrigue, two brave men are stripped of their defenses—and exposed to dangers and desires that simmer below the surface.
 
As an agent with the CIA’s special activities division, Seth Lang lives for risk—and yet he’s stuck playing bodyguard to the U.S. consul general in Munich. Although Seth’s last assignment nearly killed him, babysitting some desk jockey in a suit sounds way too easy. But when he lays eyes on the new top man, tactical expert Rick Fine, Seth’s thrilled to see just how hard this job is going to get. Mr. Tall, Dark, and Quiet has a body worth guarding—and he requires hands-on attention day and night.
 
Dispatched to a German consulate to expose the murder of his predecessor, Rick finds himself in an extremely vulnerable position. He needs a man like Seth—in so many ways. This mission will inevitably plunge them both into jeopardy, but each new threat only brings them closer. Rick just hopes that he can keep his deepest, darkest secret hidden—or else risk imperiling a relationship they’re both fighting for their lives to protect.
 
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MR. AND MR. SMITH | THE TALENTED MR. RIVERS | GUARDING MR. FINE

 

 

 

 

Seth waited until the door clicked shut. This guy could act cool if he wanted, but
seeing each other now, undercover and at work, had to shake him. Seth refused to believe it didn’t. “So, what do I call you? Richard . . . Dick?”

 

For a second, he didn’t answer. He walked around his desk and sat in his big
leather chair. Made quite a show of it, too. “How about boss or Mr. Fine. Even sir.”

 

Ego, good. Seth handled ego bullshit all the time. “I meant in private.”

 

“So did I.”

 

Seth stepped up to the opposite side of the desk. He didn’t bother sitting. Looming
over Blue Eyes worked better. “So, Your Highness—”

 

“If you insist on being insolent, use Rick.”

 

“Big, fancy words.” Seth decided not to mention how the last time they were
together they spoke mostly in grunts.

 

“I can spell them for you, if you like.”

 

Yeah, Seth wasn’t going to play this game. Rick acted detached and in control.
That tended to bring out the worst in Seth. Since they had to work together and had
enough unexpected baggage piled between them, he wasn’t looking for more.

 

He came around to Rick’s side of the desk and leaned his hip against the edge.
The move put them about a foot apart. “Why don’t I spell out some things, Rick?”

 

Rick’s gaze moved over Seth, but he didn’t push his chair back. No, he held his
ground. “As if I could stop you.”

 

Okay, Seth had to give the guy credit for that. Still . . . “Do you often break
protocol, abandon your security and head to a bar for raunchy sex with strangers?”

 

“Raunchy?”

 

Seth breezed right by that. It was either that or think about the sex, which could
lead them down a path guaranteed to make them miss the meeting. “I should probably
have a heads-up if that’s your thing since I’m the one who’s supposed to be guarding you, at least temporarily. I’d prefer if you didn’t get taken out on my watch.”

 

Rick folded his hands in front of him. “Your watch or not, I’d prefer if that never
happened.”

 

“That’s hard to tell right now.” Seth tried to ruffle him but Rick refused to be
baited. That was an impressive skill.

 

“Keep up the attitude and I can have you taken off my private detail.”

 

That was adorable. “Or you could answer the question, Rick.”

 

“I was in Berlin before my assignment here started. I went out for drinks with
some people from the embassy. They left and you walked in.” Rick held up his hands.
“No rules were broken, except for maybe a few personal ones.”


“Uh-huh. Let’s get to the point, shall we?” Seth shifted. Moved back just far
enough so he could stare down and make his point. “Anyone could have come after you. I could have attacked you, kidnapped you. Slit your throat. You need to be smarter and I think you know that.”


“I was never in danger.”

 

He was either clueless or possessed stone-cold insides. Seth suddenly wanted to
know which. “What kind of response is that?”

 

“An honest one.”

 

“You’re not taking your safety seriously.” And that could get them both killed.
Seth liked to play hard but on the job he expected his orders to be followed and his rules to be obeyed.

 

“I assure you, I am.”


“Maybe act like it.”

 

Rick balanced an elbow on the armrest of his chair and eyed Seth. “Admittedly,
this whole tough alpha thing you’re doing right now is hot. Clearly it appeals to me since I dropped my pants without even getting your name the last time we met, but here in this building, there is one rule.”

 

Danger or no, Seth had to admit he liked the verbal sparring. Rick didn’t back
down. Seth found that hotter than he wanted to admit. “Enlighten me.”


“I’m in charge. You show some respect or you’re on a plane to Yemen.”

 

Nice try. “That was a great speech.”


“Good.”


“No, really.” Seth stood up because he figured he’d made his point with the closeup-
and-threatening thing. “Not that I give a shit about anything you said because—and let
me be clear so that there’s no misunderstanding here—I do not work for you.”


Rick made a humming sound. “Did you quit already?”

 

 

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