October Releases

Tuesday, September 8, 2015

Cover Reveal - Rock Redemption (Rock Kiss #3) by Nalini Singh

Author: Nalini Singh
Series: Rock Kiss
Number in Series: 3
Expected Release Date: October 6, 2015
Publisher: TKA Distribution
Genre: Contemporary Romance/Erotic Romance/Music/New Adult
Presented byTRSOR Promotions

Synopsis from Goodreads

Kit Devigny could have loved rock guitarist Noah St. John. Their friendship burned with the promise of intense passion and searing tenderness…until the night Noah deliberately shattered her heart.
Noah knows he destroyed something precious the night he chose to betray Kit, but he’d rather she hate him than learn his darkest secret. All he has left is his music. It’s his saving grace, but it doesn’t silence the voices that keep him up at night. Chasing oblivion through endless one-night-stands, he earns a few hours’ sleep and his bad boy reputation.
When a media error sees Noah and Kit dubbed the new “it” couple, Kit discovers her chance at the role of a lifetime hinges on riding the media wave. Wanting—needing—to give Kit this, even if he can’t give her everything, Noah agrees to play the adoring boyfriend. Only the illusion is suddenly too real, too painful, too beautiful…and it may be too late for the redemption of Noah St. John.

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About Nalini Singh

NEW YORK TIMES AND USA Today bestselling author of the Psy-Changeling and Guild Hunter series Nalini Singh usually writes about hot shapeshifters and dangerous angels. This time around, she decided to write about hot and wickedly tempting rock stars (and one gorgeous ex-rugby player). If you’re seeing a theme here, you’re not wrong.

Nalini lives and works in beautiful New Zealand, and is passionate about writing. If you’d like to explore her other books, you can find lots of excerpts on her website
Slave to Sensation is the first book in the Psy-Changeling series, while Angels’ Blood is the first book in the Guild Hunter series. Also, don't forget to swing by the site to check out the special behind-the-scenes page for the Rock Kiss series, complete with photos of many of the locations used in the books.

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Let's Talk About Tickling Blog Tour - Book Review: Let's Talk About Tickling by Veronica Frances

Author: Veronica Frances
Pages: 237
Release Date: April 2, 2015

Publisher: Blue Note Publications
Genre: Nonfiction/Relationships/Self-help

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Synopsis from Goodreads
Let’s Talk About Tickling is an honest, straightforward discussion about tickling. Discover the many different aspects of tickling—the fantasies, the realities, the many paradoxes of the tickling fetish and how to come to terms with ones own sensuality. 
A refreshing and very welcome find, Let’s Talk About Tickling is for anyone who wishes to expand their awareness of tickling and other related fetishes. This book will be of great interest to anyone who wants to get in touch with their sensual self, whether they have a tickling fetish or not. 
Author Veronica Frances offers her readers the chance to improve their relationships in and out of the bedroom by shining a light on the powerful significance of tickling. She reminds us that tickling is not merely the whisper of a feather on the flesh. It is an echo that calls us from deep within, beckoning us to listen and respond. 


     Let's Talk About Tickling is about exactly what the title suggests. Now self-help books are not my thing especially ones about tickling. But the author Frances has asked me to review this for her after I enjoyed her erotic romance Tickling Daphne H. I have to say, I found myself enjoying this more than I thought. It is the same way I felt after reading Tickling Daphne H. I am a pretty open minded person and I am very happy I took the plunge and gave this book a go.

     Now in Tickling Daphne H, Frances did a great job writing a very sexy book about a fetish I didn't even know existed. Now in this book, it is taking the same subject and giving you a very in depth look into what it is and how enjoyable it can be. I really love Frances work. It takes me out of my comfort zone, to say the least, but I never feel uncomfortable. She makes it easy to understand the fetish and how well it can fit into your life. I love how detailed she is and it covers everything. Well, the different levels of the fetish. Like how it is not really about sex. I never thought about it being a turn on, but this book has made it make sense.

     Overall, even if this isn't your sort of read, I still recommend this book. Frances is a very thoughtful writer and it shows. She has a great talent for engrossing her audience through humor, openness, and experience. Frances is definitely a voice I didn't expect to find, but I am very happy I did. This is definitely worth checking out.



About Veronica Frances

Veronica Frances is the author of the gutsy, no-holds-barred novel, "Tickling Daphne H." Her new non-fiction book "Let’s Talk About Tickling" sheds new light on the subject. She is known as the TickleWriter in some circles.

Veronica also writes under her real name, Stacey Handler. Stacey is the author of "The Body Burden; Living In The Shadow Of Barbie." Her book was featured in Jump Magazine, Australian Women’s Weekly, The National Enquirer, and several other publications, radio shows and cable TV shows. 

Stacey excels at public speaking, singing, composing, and writing. She is a singer-songwriter, poet, and has written in many different styles. She has an album and several singles available, including her two popular anthems, "Ain’t No Skinny Little Thing" and "Soap Opera Diva." 

She lives in New York City, where she continues to write erotica, fiction, poetry and non-fiction.

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Thursday, August 13, 2015

Wonderlust Blog Tour - Review + Giveaway: Wonderlust (Steel Roses #1) by B. L. Wilde

Author: B. L. Wilde
Series: Steel Roses
Number in Series: 1
Format: ARC PDF
Pages: 201
Expected Release Date: August 1, 2015
Publisher: Self-published
Cover Artist: Laurynne Gouws
Genre: Erotic Romance


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Synopsis from B. L. Wilde
Natasha White has always been unlucky in love. The men she falls for only want one thing from her, and it isn’t commitment. When her boss and on/off fling announces his engagement to another woman, she finds herself running from her feelings for him by taking a job as a personal assistant to the legendary rock god, Alex Harbour—half a world away.
Her new boss is sexy, damaged, and insatiable, but Natasha has been a fan since she was a young girl. Conflicted by her emotions, she begins a love/hate relationship with the egotistical rock star.
Alex’s intentions toward her are clear from the moment they meet, but Natasha isn’t about to run from one emotionless connection to another. She is determined to keep her distance from her childhood crush, by any means necessary.
When lust begins to cloud her mind, however, she becomes hell bent on protecting her heart. What good could ever come out of falling for a rock star, anyway?


    Hey everyone!!! How are you guys? I am tired as hell, but dong well. It has been sooooo long since my last review (a month or so), but that is still too long as far as I am concerned. But I am figuring things out and will be getting back into the swing of things. So lets get to it!

    Wonderlust is a story that follows a woman named Natasha (Nat) who is getting an interview for her dream job. It came at the right moment too. Her boss is getting engaged. That normally would be good news if she wasn't sleeping with him as well. Natasha needs to get out and fast. What better way than halfway around the world. It is even better when she is going to be the personal assistant to Alex Harbour. Alex was her first crush. Everyone wanted to be with the lead singer of Steel Roses and now she is getting the opportunity to work for him. First impressions are everything, however, and her first meeting with the man himself left a terrible taste in her mouth. She is thinking of throwing this chance away, but the alternative is far too devastating. Natasha is not sure she can survive the rollercoaster that is Alex's life.

    When I heard that B. L. Wilde was writing a new series, I jumped at the chance to review it. Wilde has written some of them most exhilarating and sexy books I have ever read. It is of no surprise that this read is no different. I couldn't be more in love with this book if I tried.

    I love all the feelings I got when reading this. There was something so realistic about it and that was mainly through the characters. Natasha has to be one of my favorite leads. She reminded me of myself. I can see how that sounds conceded, but let me explain. She was so real and down to earth. You could see yourself in her shoes. You have probably been in her shoes.  Maybe not the whole working for a rock star but, but someone who is strong and has a mind of their own, but is still very vulnerable and insecure. She knows herself and that is what holds her back from vetting what she wants even if she won't admit it.

   Then we had Alex. Oh Alex. I was with Natasha at first. Their first meeting was one for the ages for sure. You will want to smack him, a few times. But even when they are arguing, you feel the tension. You see how they react when they are around each other and when they are with different people. They couldn't help it. I love how being around Natasha changes Alex. Everyone seems to notice except Natasha and I know she tried her best not to. Again, her insecurities put so many things in her head at times. But given it is Alex, you couldn't blame her.

     Not only were our leads super spectacular, but the side characters were loads of fun as well. Diego, Alex's best friend and stylist, was an absolute riot. I love how easily he could read  everyone and he wasn't afraid to say what was in his mind. Same for Natasha's friend, Liv. Liv is also a bug Steel Roses fan. I love that Liv was there to set Natasha straight when she needed it. She is not in the book nearly as much as Diego, but I loved the scenes with her and Natasha.

    I am such a huge fan Wilde Seductors series.  Knew that this was would be a great experience. It was and more. The characters are simply infectious. They have a way of staying with you even when you are done. The dialogue between them specifically the back and firth between Natasha and Alex are some of my favorite parts of this book. Oh man, do I have a lot of favorites from this book. This read was so full of vulnerabilities, insecurities, laughs, heartbreak, hope and everything else in between. It is impossible not to be in love this book and its characters. If you are looking for a read and an author worth drooling over, this is simply the best choice. You can do no wrong here. I am dying for the sequel. I know it will be worth the wait. Highly recommended.



About B. L. Wilde

B.L. Wilde is a British author obsessed with many things, including heated love stories and sexy men.She can often be found at her desk working on her next project, or looking at eye candy online for research purposes. She is a sucker for happy endings, but will always make her characters work for it. If you enjoy romance, suspense and erotica, let your imagination run 'Wilde'.

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Rockstar - Nickelback
Hearts on fire - Passenger
Use Somebody - Kings Of Leon
I Want You - Bon Jovi
I’m A Mess - Ed Sheeran
Feel - Robbie Williams
Demons - Imagine Dragons
Give Into Me - Michael Jackson
Iris - The Goo Goo Dolls
I Was Made For Lovin You - Kiss
Rehab - Rihanna
Animals - Maroon 5
Come Undone - Robbie Williams
Bloodstream - Ed Sheeran
The Kill - Thirty Seconds to Mars
Broken - Seether
Wonderwall - Oasis
Give Me Love - Ed Sheeran
Stigmatized - The Calling
This Years Love - David Gray
I’d Come For You - Nickelback
Are You Going To Be My Girl - Jet


Alex Harbour - Adored by millions of women all over the world, Alex Harbour has the world at his feet and the ego to match. Once a front man to the legendary rock band, Steel Roses, he is now a solo artist. His lifestyle is sex, drugs and rock ‘n’ roll. Fame has corrupted his soul. No one is strong enough to help him face the demons from his past. That is until a certain PA walks into his life.

Natasha White - All Nat wants is someone that will love her unconditionally, but she has a habit of falling for the wrong man. Maybe secretly she is scared of commitment. Half italian, she has a fiery temper and can stand up for herself. After falling for her boss she has no choice but to take a job to get some distance between them when she discovers he’s become engaged. Running away to LA to work for the rock star Alex Harbour might be the best decision she ever made, though.




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Tuesday, June 30, 2015

Release Day Blitz - Spotlight + Giveaway: Heavy Secrets by Elle Aycart

Author: Elle Aycart
Release Date: June 30 2015
Publisher: Loosed ID LLC
Genre: Erotic Romance
Presented by: TRSOR Promotions

Synopsis from Elle Aycart
Christy Sheridan has come a long way from the physical and emotional wreck she used to be. She's made Alden her home and is happily engaged to a man who loves and accepts her for who she is, curves, quirks, and geekiness included. Life is good. Until mommy dearest blows into town to "help" her clueless daughter seal the deal.

Cole Bowen is experiencing a world of firsts: first time in love, first engagement, first Valentine's, first in-laws. He's found the woman of his dreams, so he figured dealing with Martha Sheridan was a small price to pay. That is before his monster-in-law plants herself in their home and inside Christy's head, stirring up old demons and destroying her newly regained self-esteem. And while his hands are full with trying to neutralize their meddlesome guest, a mysterious phone call turns his world upside down.

With ghosts from the past resurfacing and threatening to tear Cole and Christy apart, can they make it to the wedding they both so desperately want, or will heavy secrets send their relationship to the breaking point?

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Chapter One
How many years do you think I’d get for offing my mom? Because honest to God, if we’re talking single digits, I’m willing to risk it,” Christy said while leaning back on the lounge chair after getting a full-body massage that had left her totally gooey.
They were at the spa, wearing fluffy bathrobes and sipping tea, except for Christy, who was nursing a diet soda.
Just name a time and place, and we’ll be there with a shovel. No questions asked,” Annie said, and Holly and Tate assented.
I could claim temporary insanity.” Heck, emotional self-defense too.
Don’t worry, we’ll vouch for you. No jury in its right mind would convict you,” Holly stated. “I thought you were exaggerating, but boy, were you understating. What a…character.”
Ha. That was one way of putting it.
Annie nodded in commiseration. She’d met Martha a long time ago, when the girls were in college. Christy had gone for an East Coast institution, hoping it would be out of her mom’s range, but going away had been useless. There was no place far enough.
Crazy had its own methods of reaching her.
Where’s the Grand Diva now?” Tate, Christy’s future sister-in-law, asked.
Checking out wedding dresses. She arranged an appointment at a bridal shop. I stood her up.”
Her whole posse turned to her, looking stupefied.
She’s picking out a wedding dress without the bride?”
Yeah, typical Martha stunt.
I know I should be there, but why, really? She won’t listen to anything I say. I might as well save my breath.”
And a whole lot of pain and abuse in the process.
The girls pondered for a second and then nodded.
Oh, and remember,” Christy added, reaching for her diet soda. “I’m not here. I’m in the middle of a massive twelve-car accident. Well and healthy but stuck inside the vehicle and waiting for the firefighters to come and cut the roof open to rescue me.”
That her mom hadn’t rushed to her side when Christy called her—and that Christy had known she wouldn’t—already said it all.
And when your mom realizes your car is intact? Then what?” Tate asked, to which Christy couldn’t help snorting.
That would imply she remembered our talk. It won’t happen. A total impossibility.”
Christy would bet anything, her first unborn child included—and her second and third—that her mom wouldn’t even mention it. That was the advantage of being disappointed one too many times; no way in hell to harbor false illusions.
Martha’s number-one priority was…Martha. Followed by whatever man she was screwing with at the moment. How she’d managed to marry a decent guy and keep him for several years was beyond Christy. Then again, Fred was too kind for his own good. That or he had a hell of a lot of bad karma from a previous life.
For a split second, she’d considered going to the bridal shop, but then she’d discarded the idea. Defaulting to her smile-accept-and-walk-away technique, she’d nodded and kept quiet. And had run in the opposite direction at the first chance. Let her mother get her kicks. Just let her do it far away from Christy. Besides, there was no damage Martha could do; Christy had told the shop assistant not to reserve anything without her consent.
Holly poured herself more tea. “Doesn’t she know you don’t want a traditional dress for your summer wedding?”
She knows. She just doesn’t care.” They were talking about a woman who had gotten married four times, once with a beer-can tab as a ring. Appointments at high-scale bridal shops were a dream come true for her. “I feel like a shitty daughter, but I’m so ready for her to leave.”
Martha had come for Christmas with her husband and stayed a couple of days. It had gone rather well, probably because Cole was scary enough and Martha hadn’t worked herself up to be…well, herself. This time around, she’d been in Alden for three days, without Fred, and Christy was ready to face the gallows for a chance to get rid of her.
Fate had thrown Christy the mother of all curve balls when it chose Martha as her sole parent.
Their relationship had always been complicated, to say the least, with Christy spending all her life putting out fires—Martha’s—and eating to cope. Eventually she’d gotten her food addiction under control, but changing her mom and her nasty ways was something out of her reach.
And having Martha living with her without Fred as a buffer was bringing up all sorts of feelings and automatic coping mechanisms that Christy had thought she’d left behind.
Lora, Christy’s former sponsor, had been right: nothing guaranteed recovery, and they were always one upset away from relapse.
What about Cole?” Tate asked, taking Christy out of her reverie. “Isn’t he putting her in her place?”
He would if he knew. Apparently Martha was learning subtlety, at least in front of a 240-pound, uncompromising ex-marine. It also helped that Christy had asked him not to interfere. Cole was a black-and-white kind of person. Intransigent and not inclined to put up with moronities. Left to his own devices, he would have kicked Martha out the first day.
She’s…contained around him. I think she’s scared of him.”
She and half the world, sister,” Holly mumbled.
Christy rolled her eyes and, after reaching inside the pocket of her bathrobe, fished out a sugar-free cherry lollipop. “Come on. Cole is a harmless sweetie.” Who liked macho power tripping and playing with cuffs, but a sweetie nonetheless.
They’d been together for six months, and although they’d clashed several times, he’d kept his word and hadn’t shut her out. He’d leave to cool down—sometimes he went to his brother James’s; sometimes she saw him pacing up and down the yard, muttering under his breath—but he always came back and they always found middle ground.
To you he’s harmless,” Holly corrected as Christy unwrapped the candy. “Wait until he finds out about the pole-dancing classes. Mike already told Kyra to up her insurance. And to make sure there are no guys lurking around during said classes.”
Cole and his men had started working on Kyra’s dance studio right before Christmas and had gotten it ready in no time. Anything to get the exotic aerobics and the horde of giggling women in tight thongs out of Haddican’s, the local gym, and away from so much bubbling testosterone.
It’s all Annie’s fault,” Christy shot back, giving her friend the evil eye. “She signed me up without asking.”
Christy wasn’t much for showing herself off, and pole dancing was exactly that, but Kyra had been so excited to have her and Tate on board that it had been impossible to get out of it without hurting Kyra’s feelings.
On the plus side, Martha hadn’t found out about her daughter’s new hobby. She would have made fun of Christy or joined the classes. Either way, no number of twelve-step meetings would have helped Christy get through that trauma. Her mother was many things, but ugly and clumsy she wasn’t. That her ass and boobs were still perkily pointing north and that she moved perfectly to capitalize on that also helped. Working a pole under her reproving stare would have killed Christy and her shaky, newly developed self-esteem. For all Martha’s dumb decisions in her personal life—and boy, were there plenty—she had a witty tongue and knew how to deliver killer putdowns.
Duh, you would have said no,” Annie replied, bringing her back to the present. “And I owed you one after you got me into exotic aerobics.”
You know I can’t quit the exotic aerobics. I needed company.” Christy had gone there just on a whim, but then Cole saw her and, in one of his my-way-or-the-highway stunts, had tossed her over his shoulder and stomped out of the class. Now she couldn’t quit, just on principle. She needed to stand her ground with Cole, especially when he was being a control freak and attempting to fuck her into submission, which was very often.
Besides, she liked that class. And defying Cole.
Annie pursed her lips. “A pregnant woman wiggling her ass around a chair and pretending to be sexy is…definitely not.”
I’m pretty sure Max feels otherwise,” Holly said. “I’ve seen him watching you. No way to disguise that look.”
What look?”
That tight expression. The she’s-mine-everyone-back-the-fuck-off glare, mixed with wait-till-I-get-a-closed-door-between-us-and-the-rest-of-the-world.”
Tate laughed. “That’s the standard Bowen look.”
Damn right. Christy had seen it on Cole’s face many times. Before and after fucking her senseless. Heck, while too. She loved that proprietary look. It said she was beautiful and he needed her. For someone who’d battled self-esteem issues all her life, it meant the world. Cole meant the world to her.
As soon as the baby pops out,” Christy said, pointing at Annie’s seven-months-pregnant belly, “you’re marching into the pole-dancing classes with me. No frigging excuses.”
Annie shook her head. “I have shitty coordination. I’d kill myself.”
Sure. And the swing up in Max’s room?”
They were all rosy from their facial massages, yet Annie visibly flushed. “Hmm, that’s for yoga?”
Christy couldn’t stifle the giggle. Neither could Holly or Tate.
Yeah, because Max was such a yoga type.
Christy dipped her sugar-free lollipop on her diet soda. “If I’m making an ass out of myself and Kyra is risking the integrity of her new business, you’re joining us after recovering from childbirth.”
Annie grimaced, pointing at Christy’s glass. “That’s gross. I thought you were cutting back on your weird stuff.”
Yeah, she’d thought that too. Until her mom blew into town.
Cola-flavored cherry lollipop or cherry-flavored soda. Not weirder than scooping Nutella with bacon.”
True, but I’m hormonal.”
Ha! Pregnancy hormones had nothing on the spike of anxiety that Martha created.
By the way, Tate,” Holly chimed in, “did you get a pole installed in the bedroom?”
Now it was Tate blushing. “Yes.”
She blushed even harder. She was six months pregnant, and although she had some limitations where the movements were concerned, Christy had seen her dance. Tate really knew how to make it work. She kicked ass. Pregnant and all.
James loved it. As in really loved it.”
On a scale of one to ten?” Holly asked, wiggling her eyebrows.
Thirty. And don’t worry,” Tate hurried to appease Christy. “I made him promise he won’t say a word to Cole about the classes.”
Good, because Mike was right. If Cole found out, Kyra was going to need top-of-the-line insurance, especially with Amantis’s dancing crew and the security detail snooping around.
Although I don’t see the big issue. It’s for Cole. Whenever you’re ready, he’ll be the one enjoying the result of the classes, right?”
Right,” Christy mumbled. She’d started liking it, but considering how klutzy she felt at pole dancing, it was going to take a couple of decades before Cole got to see her.
Holly turned her inquisitive gaze to Annie. “And your, uh, yoga swing? Scale of one to ten?”
Thirty,” she answered after a long pause, red as a frigging tomato.
Wow. Swings, dancing poles. The pregnant ladies here like their toys,” Holly said with a grin.
Christy glanced at Annie and Tate, both fanning themselves. “We should change the subject. Before the kinky pregnant ladies faint.”
You’re a fine one to talk. And the cuffs tucked in the drawer in your nightstand?”
What? I’m being tactful. The cuffs were the only objects I recognized.”
Okay, they were so banned from each other’s bedrooms.
Really?” Holly asked, looking intrigued as hell. “What kind of objects?”
We are deviating from the subject, people. We were talking about how to off my mom, remember?”
Tate waved around. “That’s easy. We bring her here, lock her in the sauna, and turn it to high.”
It won’t work. She’s from LA. And she lived in Georgia for a while, chasing after some crocodile hunter. The heat’s nothing for her.”
Or now that we have plenty of props,” Holly said with a wink, “we could plant Tate’s dance pole somewhere in the forest and cuff Martha to it. Leave her for the wolves.”
Poor wolves. Her mother would have them committing suicide in no time. Christy couldn’t do that to them.
Must be a simpler way. Can’t you just send her to hell?”
Christy shrugged. It was easier said than done. Her mom had the nasty habit of doing something nice whenever Christy was reaching critical mass. She couldn’t send her to hell in good conscience.
The girls couldn’t understand. Annie had a kick-ass mom. Tate too. Holly’s she didn’t know, but the messages between mother and daughter were hilarious, so she imagined their relationship was solid. People with great parents had no clue how difficult it was to deal with bad ones.
How long until she leaves?”
Still a while. Thirteen days, nine hours”—Christy reached for her cell—“twenty-five minutes and thirty-five seconds, to be exact.”
Annie chuckled. “You keeping track?”
I have a countdown set.” Every twenty-four hours, an app sent her a yay-you-can-do-this message. “She’s leaving four days before Valentine’s Day. She wants to be in LA then, so that she can prepare for it.”
Four days in advance?” Holly asked. “What’s she planning on doing for her husband?”
For Fred? Nothing. She goes to make sure he gets her all that she wants.”
Oh boy.”
You can say that again. How he puts up with her, I don’t know.”
Her smile-accept-and-walk-away technique was failing her big-time now that they were both under the same roof. Or maybe it was that she had gotten a taste for normal and supportive with Cole, and going back to mental was hard.
We should call Fred and get some pointers,” Holly suggested. “Thirteen days is a long time. Spending your and Cole’s first Valentine’s Day in jail wouldn’t be too much fun.”
Run to Vegas ahead of schedule. You’re going there anyway for your annual convention, right?” Annie asked.
Tate frowned. “What convention?”
The geeky version of Valentine’s,” Annie said. “I was there once with her. Memorable. Not going ever again.”
Christy rolled her eyes and turned to Holly and Tate. “There’s a Star Trek convention held in Vegas the weekend before Valentine’s every year.” Plus this year they had the premiere of a new Star Trek movie. “And no, I’m not going. Cole wouldn’t be caught dead in a place like that. I’ve been dropping hints about it for a couple of months already, but he isn’t biting.”
Holly patted her on the arm. “So no hanging out with your nerdy friends and stuck with your mom. That sucks.”
Yep. Totally.

About Elle Aycart

After a colorful array of jobs all over Europe ranging from translator to chocolatier to travel agent to sushi chef to flight dispatcher, Elle Aycart is certain of one thing and one thing only: aside from writing romances, she has abso-frigging-lutely no clue what she wants to do when she grows up. Not that it stops her from trying all sorts of crazy stuff.
While she is probably now thinking of a new profession, her head never stops churning new plots for her romances. She lives currently in Barcelona, Spain, with her husband and two daughters, although who knows, in no time she could be living at the Arctic Circle in Finland, breeding reindeer.

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Bowen Series Reading Order
More than Meets the Ink (Bowen, #1)
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Heavy Issues (Bowen #2)
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Inked Ever After (Bowen, #2.5)
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To The Max (Bowen, #3)
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