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review 2017-06-20 17:49
Review: Double Trouble (PJ Sugar #2) by Susan May Warren
Double Trouble - Susan May Warren

Picking up about 6-8 weeks after book one ended, PJ Sugar is now working as an associate in Jeremy Kane's PI office and studying for her license. Kane still has feelings for PJ, but her high-school boyfriend/town detective Boone and PJ have been dating in those weeks and he has asked her to marry him. PJ hasn't given her answer (and won't until the very end of this book). The book starts off with PJ on her first stake out that gets the criminal but also gets her beloved green VW Bug totaled. Her next assignment involves standing in as a body double for a FBI witness in the days before she is to testify in court. There are other, smaller plotlines that all come together in the end.

 

I honestly did not figure out who was the stalker until the very end. And I still really love being in PJ's head and in the small town of Kellogg, MN. The semi-love triangle that I thought ended in the first book didn't  and continues on in this book and the next. Don't really mind it though in this series. I love that PJ has such an open heart and that she made real friends while doing body double work. Her mother and sister were a little mean to PJ for no good reason, especially Connie. I already have a hold on the third book in OverDrive.

 

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text 2017-06-17 13:05
Blog Tour: Backseat with the Billionaire by Lilah May with Excerpt and Giveaway

 

Today’s stop is for Lilah May’s Backseat with the Billionaire. We will have info about the book and author, plus a great giveaway. Make sure to check everything out and enter the giveaway.

Happy Reading :)

 


 

 

 

 

She just wants to use him for revenge.

Him. A billionaire MMA fighter whose cocky smile and washboard abs make wet panties drop left and right. She thinks she wants him for one amazing night out and end it. Boy, did she think wrong. He's about to teach her how much more she really wants.

LISA Finding out your husband's cheating is hard. Finding out it’s with a college girl is even harder. The easy part? Retribution: beating him blue with a baseball bat and kicking him to the curb. But it's still not enough.

So when Bobby Carter, fresh out of college, blows back into town with all the intensity of a hurricane, I decide I’m not done. Bobby’s everything my ex-husband is not. Sexy, aggressive, and intense. Like melt me into a puddle intense. Who cares if I used to babysit him? He’s a grown man, now. And I mean, FULLY grown.

All I wanted was a night out with him, but one taste and I’m addicted.

BOBBY When Lisa Howard finally gets rid of her cheating husband, I want to take her right then and there. I got rid of that abusive bastard and built a billion dollar empire all for her. Nothing could satisfy my ravenous hunger but taking a bite of that sweet little thing.

So when she offers herself up to me for one night, I'm not about to refuse. She's nothing like the sorority bimbos at Northfield U. She is a real woman. Sexy, mature, and an ass so fine I would give up my billions just for a taste.

But I know a taste won’t be enough and one night too short for all the dirty things I want to do to her and that deliciously curvy body.

She’ll be mine, but not just for tonight. Forever.

This is a full-length, standalone, steamy 18+ romance. No cheating or cliffhangers, and definitely a wonderful Happily Ever After guaranteed.

 

 

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I had no clue what I’d do. It’s the kind of situation you never plan for, never expect to have to plan for. And even if you try, even if you think you know what you’ll do or how you’ll act, you find out that the truth is: You really don’t know yourself at all. I wait, sitting in that old ratty armchair of his. The orange one that was now stained brown. The one he refused to throw out no matter how much it reeked of alcohol and cigarettes. The pictures are still on the coffee table. I looked them over carefully, in some twisted morbid curiosity. The girl couldn’t be a day over 18 and she seemed to be enjoying herself, but in some fake, exaggerated way like she was in a porn video or she learned how to act when getting fucked from a porn video. And of course, it was missionary, the boring bastard. I’m not thinking about anything, not planning, not scheming. I’m not even angry. For the first time in a long while, my head is completely clear. Like some weird meditation, all I do is sit and wait. He strolls through the front door, whistling a tune. The balls on him. Relaxed and casual, as if he didn’t just come back from fucking his teenage whore. He looks at me once but doesn’t look twice. Even though, across my lap is a silver aluminum baseball bat. The same bat that we’ve kept by the front door for our protection, for just in case. Just in case of a robbery. Just in case of a home invasion. Just in case my scumbag husband decides to cheat on me. All those years, it sat unused. Until today. I don’t know what was the last straw. The whistling, the nonchalant way he ignored me or maybe it was that shit-eating grin he had plastered on his smug face. But one second I’m sitting in the living room and the next, I’m tackling him like a football linebacker. Head down, shoulders square, straight into his unsuspecting back. He pitches forward, quite comically, crashing to the ground in a heap. All accompanied by a satisfactory crunch. And as I stood over him, something dark and violent emerged, something that wasn’t so clean and pure. Something that I kept buried and hidden for years as the perfect housewife, the perfect stay at home mom. The funny thing is, he didn’t think I would do it. The whole time, the asshole looked up at me and just laughed, smirking in my face. That is, until the first swing of the bat came down on him. And goddamn, if it didn’t feel amazing. For me. Not for him. I can still picture that deliciously depraved moment when that cheesy smile of his gave way to a look of pain and confusion. Ohhh, god! This was it! That utterly satisfying feeling. Like the good fuck he was never able to give me. As I kept raining down blow after blow, his disbelief quickly turned into one of horror, crying for me to stop. But I didn’t. It only added to my wonderful, cathartic experience. And I savored every single wince, every little whimper, feeding off his pain. Finally, he could feel what I felt. All the abuse, all the suffocating agony from living under his oppressive rule. Finally, I could give it all back to him. Let me give you a piece of advice: it’s unhealthy to repress that much shit. So don’t. Unless one day, you might end up beating your douchebag husband half to death. After a good solid minute of getting his ass beat, he finally snatches an opportunity to escape. As I take a breather, he scrambles towards the front door, running out onto the lawn. But he doesn’t get far. He’s not getting away. Not today. Cause right now, there’s a fucking animal inside me. I chase him down and knocking him to the grass, continuing my assault with the bat. I can’t seem to stop myself. Not that I want to. One part of me is filled with wrathful vengeance and the other looks on a spectator, as if I’m watching a horror movie. I really like horror movies. Suddenly, big fat hairy arms wrap around my waist, pulling me away from Donald. Donald my husband: The liar. The cheater. The piece of shit. God, I fucking hate him. Wrapped up in those thick arms, I struggle helplessly, flailing like a bug on it’s back. The man who’s gathered me up in a massive bearhug is Robert Carter, our nextdoor neighbor, with his wife Patty kneeling next to the crying Donald. Crying. Literally. Big crocodile tears. What a disgusting faker, trying to squeeze sympathy out of our neighbors. I didn’t hit him all that hard. I think.

 

 

 

 

 
Hi everyone! I'm Lilah May (well, you already know that).
I write steamy romance that will touch your heart (and your body
Ok, maybe it sounds a little corny but it's true!
I make sure my books are full of hot and dirty scenes but still has that oh so important warm sentimental love.
 
Anywho, I'm just a girl with too many dirty thoughts going through her head and I thought I'd share them with all of you!
Though I have to warn you: be prepared!
These stunning alpha male heroes I write about are straight out of my fantasies: impossibly sexy, crazy dominant, and 110% guaranteed to make your knees weak.
So you better sit down, grab a towel and leave all your inhibitions at the door (along with your panties) because my books will make you melt and squirm with HEA love!

 

Side note: I like my cookies chewy and I've learned way too late in my life that I can microwave them for ten seconds to make them chewy again. I don't hate on crunchy, though. Cookies are cookies lol.
 
Oh, and also I'm a nurse so when I get my hands on a real good book, things can get incredibly dangerous! (That's a joke for all you stuffy wet blankets. I would never risk my patients. I love them!)
 
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review 2017-06-10 20:07
Cast Iron by Peter May
Cast Iron: Enzo Macleod 6 (The Enzo Files) - Peter May

West of France, 1989.

A weeping killer deposits the unconscious body of nineteen year old Lucie Martin, her head wrapped in a blue plastic bag, into the water of a picturesque lake.

Lot-et-Garonne, 2003.

Fourteen years later a summer heatwave parches the earth, killing trees and bushes and drying out streams. In the scorched mud and desiccated slime of the lake a fisherman finds a skeleton wearing a bag over its skull.

Paris, October 2011.

In an elegant apartment in Paris, forensic expert Enzo Macleod pores over the scant evidence of this, the sixth cold case he has been challenged to solve. In taking on this old and seemingly impossible task he will put everything and everyone he holds dear in a peril he could never have imagined.


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Once again I read the latest book in a series, and part of my wonder why on earth that I have not read any of the previous books? Especially since I love Peter May's Lewis trilogy.

Cast Iron is book six in the Enzo file series. Forensic expert Enzo Macleod made a bet to solve cold cases that journalist Roger Raffin has written about in a book, which includes the murder of Roger's wife Marie. In this, the sixth book is the murder of nineteen-year-old Lucie Martin that Enzo is trying to solve. However, it's a difficult case, and it gets personal when someone goes after someone Enzo loves.

I think that Peter May really have a talent for creating interesting characters and the Scottish-Italian Enzo Macload is a really fascinating character. He is a very good forensic expert with a very messy family situation. A baby with a woman that seems to loathe him (for some unknown reason), two daughters, Kristy who has a child with Raffin and Sophie who is not really his daughter after they found out that Enzo's ex-wife had an affair with his best friend. So, Enzo must also deal with a lot of personal stuff during the books progress.

I like the progress of the story, how Enzo starts off with Lucie Martin's murder, but soon realize that the case is bigger than just the one killing and the man suspected of killing Lucie, a serial killer who killed three prostitutes may or may not be Lucie's killer. The ending was really thrilling and intense. And I loved that there was a twist in the end that I did not foresee. I did think that the ending felt a bit too easy that there must be a game change and I was right, I just didn't see the one coming.

I really like the book and I hope to get the chance to read the previous five books some day!

I want to thank the publisher for providing me with a free copy for an honest review!

 
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review 2017-06-04 13:17
Review: Moving Maverick (Made Marian #5) by Lucy Lennox
Moving Maverick - Lucy May Lennox

 

 

This didn't work for me at all. Beau was a sweetheart but it wasn't enough.

Bummer though cause I really like this series. Just one remark; Can we please leave the old, OTT and so not funny ladies out of the stories from now on? They are annoying the crap out of me.

 

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text 2017-06-02 19:49
Working on my shelves and a planned buy was free
The Kinshield Legacy - K.C. May

This start of the series is currently free in kindle.

 

I had shelved it as "sampled must buy" and only just now have been organizing my shelves.

 

Bonus—it took me so long to start revisiting my shelves that the entire series has finished publishing.

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