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review 2017-02-19 10:56
Perfection
Going for the Goal (The Perfect Play Series Book 3) - Sara Rider

This is book # 3 in the Perfect Play series.  This book can be read as a standalone novel.  For your enjoyment, and to better understand the series I recommend reading in order.

 

Jillian & Nick have quite the past.  Now, as he begs her to be his agent, she does not think it is wise to mix business with pleasure.  Her reputation and future are at risk.

 

Nick has waited almost a decade to be with his dream woman.  Now, her needs her for more than just the physical.  He needs her to save his career.

 

This was such a heartwarming and HOT book to read.  I found myself with laughter and tears.  I am hoping the series continues, since it is so good.  I give this book a 5/5 Kitty's Paws UP!

 

 

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

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review 2017-02-16 20:46
Lack of hockey was disappointing
 Crazy Pucking Love - Cindi Madsen

I read this for the New Adult square for Romance Bingo.

I'm not a big New Adult fan, I'm in my 30s and find a lot of the storylines overplayed, immature, and forced angst, and I'm a huge hockey fan. This book was kind of in trouble from the beginning. Definitely don't read this looking for some hockey in your story, the few descriptions of games kind of read like basketball in the beginning, NCAA college players wear a full cage so hero's punch to someone's face wouldn't connect, and college athletes can't have a side job that pays, I think, over $2,000, so Dane wouldn't even think about that option. Rachel Gibson and Deirdre Martin write wonderful hockey romances that incorporate the feel of the game and it's obvious they've either researched it or are fans themselves.

The romance was so incredibly wishy-washy and drawn-out with the hero's reasoning for not wanting to call the heroine his girlfriend, wanted a relationship with her mind you, just not call it that and keep it a secret, was forced for continued story sake. He made promises to his high-school girlfriend but then left to go to college and she didn't take it well and he feels guilty. It was brought up over and over along with Dane's family and little sister drama that managed to annoyingly show up multiple times without being fully flushed out. The heroine's story line was better and her kick butt Math love and smarts was great to read about but she got dragged on the slow moving train of wishy-washy romance.

I'm not sure I could even call this light and fluffy, just drawn out.

 

 

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review 2017-02-12 07:05
Book Tour w/Review - Fake Fiancee



Pretending never felt so good….

 

Fake Fiancée by Ilsa Madden-Mills is NOW LIVE!

ONLY $0.99 & Free on Kindle Unlimited.

 

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Blurb:

 

A new standalone romance from Wall Street Journal Bestselling Author Ilsa Madden-Mills...

 

They say nothing compares to your first kiss,

But our first kiss was orchestrated for an audience.

Our second kiss…that one was REAL.

He cradled my face like he was terrified he’d f*ck it up.

He stared into my eyes until the air buzzed.

Soft and slow, full of sighs and little laughs,

He inhaled me like I was the finest Belgian chocolate,

And he'd never get another piece.

A nip of his teeth, his hand at my waist...

And I was lost.

I forgot he was paying me to be his fake fiancée.

I forgot we weren’t REAL.

Our kiss was pure magic, and before you laugh and say those kinds of kisses don’t exist…

Then you’ve never touched lips with Max Kent, the hottest quarterback in college history.

 

Get ready for breathtaking kisses and dreamy football players…



 

EXCERPT:

 

Max stalked over to the barrier that divided the stands from the football field and jumped it. The fans went nuts as he brushed past them, some not even realizing it until he was down the aisle. The Jumbotron followed him.

 

“Good Lordy, what’s he doing?” Mimi asked, clutching at her chest.

 

“I don’t know,” I said rather weakly, taking the chance to study him the closer he came. He was beautiful, his shoulders impossibly broad. To add to the distraction, his helmet was in his hand and all that dark brown hair was flowing around his chiseled features as if he had a fan in his face. My Viking.

 

“He’s coming over here,” Mimi commented.

 

He was. But why?

 

I stopped breathing . . .right when he came to a halt in front of me and knelt down on one knee.

 

Eyes the color of a wild ocean gazed at me.

 

He took my left hand in his right one.

 

“Max,” I breathed, my heart fluttering.

 

He gazed up at me. “Sunny Blaine, will you marry me?”

 

The stadium went wild. In a daze, I looked up at the Jumbotron and felt like I was watching this happen to someone else. Camera phones flashed all around us.

 

My first clear thought was I’ll kill him.

 

Aloud, nothing came out but a faint wheeze. Clearly someone had stuffed a giant wad of cotton in my mouth. Clearly I needed something a lot stiffer to drink than this Diet Coke. Clearly my fake boyfriend was a freaking raving lunatic.

 

He sat his helmet on the ground next to my feet, reached inside it and pulled out a small black box.

 

No, no, no!

 

The box opened, and my stomach churned at the sight of the large round solitaire diamond ring that was nestled on the black silk. I blinked repeatedly to clear my vision.

 

With deft fingers, Max eased it out of the lining and slipped it on my left hand.

 

I stared down at it. Then back at him.

 

I was going to murder the hottest quarterback in the country.

 

Kiss her, Kiss her, the crowd chanted.

 

We were the focal point of the entire world.

 

Max stood and tugged me up with him until we were standing. He slid his hand around my neck and pulled his face to mine. The sky was blotted out as he kissed me.

 

But I hadn’t said yes!

 

I wouldn’t say yes.

 

Not to a fake engagement.

 

The applause of the stadium was deafening. And his kiss—it was deadly. Despite my rage, my body craved him. His lips were hot, so hot, and my tongue met his with a vengeance. We kissed hard, and I nipped at him, my teeth scraping across his lips. But the only one who’d end up bleeding in this scenario was me.

 

He eased back to take me in, and with a final look at my face he gave a thumbs-up sign to the entire stadium. They went nuts, chanting his name.

 

“I’m sorry,” he whispered in my ear, letting his hand trail down my arm as he stepped back from me. He walked away backward, eyes on me the entire time. The announcers for the game told everyone who might have missed it that Max Kent had just asked his girlfriend to marry him, and she’d said yes. More cheers came as they replayed him on his knee in front of me with a giant YES written across the top.

 

I plopped back down in my seat. Frozen.

 

“. . . did you see her face? Shocked . . .”

 

“. . . most romantic thing in football . . .”

 

“. . . luckiest girl in the world . . .”

 

My face went hot. Even my ears burned. I wanted to crawl under a seat.

 

God.

 

What a lie.

 

The half ended and our offense came out to the field, snapped the ball, and Max threw it straight to Tate who ran it in for another touchdown. My chest constricted and anger churned in my gut.

 

I didn’t care who won.

 

I hated football right now.

 

Most of all, I hated Max Kent, and I was going to make him pay.





About the Author:

 

Wall Street Journal best selling author Ilsa Madden-Mills writes about strong heroines and sexy alpha males that sometimes you just want to slap.

 

She's addicted to all things fantasy, including unicorns and sword-wielding females. Other fascinations include frothy coffee beverages, dark chocolate, Ian Somerhalder, astronomy (she's a Gemini), and tattoos. She has a degree in English and a Master's in Education. When she's not pecking away on her computer, she shops for cool magnets and fuzzy pajamas.

 

She loves to hear from readers and fellow authors. Email her at: ilsamaddenmills@gmail.com.



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review 2017-02-11 13:11
I laughed a lot with this one!
Cleat Chaser - Celia Aaron,Sloane Howell

Cleat Chaser - Celia Aaron,Sloane Howell 

 

 

This was really cute. I enjoyed it even though I knew, just KNEW what was going to happen with the new pitcher on the team. I wasn't happy with the way Easton handled it, but it all worked out in the end. Lots of funny moments, and lots of hot ones too. 

I'm definitely going to continue on with the next book. 

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