Release Boost + Excerpt + 5-Star Review: SAVIOR by S.L. Scott


Title: Savior
Series: The Kingwood Series #2
Author: S.L. Scott
Genre: Romantic Suspense/Mystery
Release Date: August 13, 2017




Everything is not as it seems.
Alexander IV has succeeded to the throne of the billion-dollar Kingwood Empire, but the people he thought he could trust aren’t allies.
They’re enemies.
Everyone he cares about is at risk.
Decisions–SACRIFICES–must be made.
What will he do to protect the people he loves? Will Sara Jane live or die?
Find out NOW in this EPIC conclusion to the bestselling The Kingwood Duet. Savage, book 1 in the series, should be read first and is LIVE on Amazon.


Purchase Links


Free in Kindle Unlimited


I sit outside on a bench, looking at the scuffs on the tips of my black leather shoes. The bottoms are worn from wearing them while riding my bike. It was the only sign that set me apart from the other rich kids where I grew up. Other than Cruise, no one rode motorcycles or had dealt with anything worse than getting a warning after getting busted for smoking, skipping school, sneaking out, smoking weed, getting drunk, or driving over the speed limit. The list could go on.
I have a car. I just don’t drive it much, preferring the freedom I feel on my bike. It wasn’t just my clothes or the bike that set me a part. None of them had lived, breathed, existed simply because their soul mate did. Not even now.
From the moment I saw her, I knew Sara Jane was it for me, an angel in a Catholic school uniform, eating a candy bar. She couldn’t have been more innocent. Except she was. The girl had barely been kissed. It’s like she had been waiting to meet me, as if she had saved herself for me. How a girl who looked that good and smelled even sweeter remained untouched for so long was beyond me.
I would have loved her no matter what. She could have been a prostitute, and I would have only seen her halo. I was a ship navigating a stormy sea, but she called me to her lighthouse, a beacon shining in the dark. It was never about her innocence, or the sins I had inherited. The day I met Sara Jane was about two lives that weren’t meant for only one lifetime, but destined to be together forever.
Maybe that’s what had given me the confidence to break away from the kids I grew up with. I knew I was meant for something bigger than a life of partying and getting high socially.
I was meant for Sara Jane, and she for me.
Tracey’s Review

Well, I finally got my hot little hands on SAVIOR, the second book in the Kingwood Duet by author S.L. Scott, and it was everything that I was hoping. I was hanging onto the cliff that Suzie threw readers over at the end of SAVAGE (Book 1) by my fingernails, y’all, and dying to see what was next for Sara Jane and Alexander. SAVIOR started out with a bang, and, friends, there is no break in the action, the suspense, and the glorious passion of it all, from the first page to the last.

As I was reading SAVIOR, I kept thinking about what a range Suzie has with her books. The two books in the Kingwood Duet are unlike anything else of hers that I’ve read, and they are riveting and wonderful in their own way. There is such a depth of emotion between Alexander and Sara Jane, a bond that nothing, and I mean nothing can break. And, while that’s a common theme in all of Suzie’s stories, there’s just something different about this series. Dark, dangerous, and filled with edge of your seat action, these books make for a story that you just can’t stop reading.

I couldn’t have asked for a more satisfying conclusion to the epic story that began with SAVAGE, and sped through SAVIOR to find the answers to all of the questions, the secrets that were waiting to be revealed, with barely a pause. Suffice to say that fans of romantic suspense NEED to have these books atop their TBR, because they will blow you away. There are plenty of angsty, heart-stopping reads out there, but Alexander King and his queen are in a class by themselves, so do yourself a favor and dive into them now.

Also Available


Free in Kindle Unlimited

Join the Savage
Facebook Spoiler Group


Author Bio



Living in the capital of Texas with her family, Scott loves traveling and avocados, beaches, and cooking with her kids. She’s obsessed with epic romances and loves a good plot twist. Her favorite color is blue, but she likens it more toward the sky than the emotion. Her home is filled with the welcoming symbol of the pineapple and finds surfing a challenge though she likes to think she’s a pro.
Author Links

New Release + Blog Tour + 5-Star Review: Beneath the Truth by Meghan March


From USA Today bestselling author Meghan March comes the final sexy standalone set in the Beneath world of New Orleans.

I used to believe there were lines in life you don’t cross.
Don’t lie. Don’t cheat. Don’t steal.
Until I learned people don’t always practice what they preach.
I turned in my badge and gun and walked away from everything.
Then I got the call no one wants, and I’m back in New Orleans.
What I don’t expect is for her to be here too.
Another line you don’t cross?
Don’t touch your best friend’s little sister.
She’s always been off-limits.
Too bad I don’t follow the rules anymore.


Amazon | iBooks | BN | Kobo


Tracey’s Review

Meghan March has gone and done it. She’s written the last book in the Beneath series, telling the story of Rhett Hennessy and Ariel Sampson, and tidily and emotionally wrapping up a series that I have enjoyed very much. While it’s sad to see this group of stories come to an end, Meghan has done an excellent job of bringing everything full circle, and I could not put this book down to save my life.

Rhett and Ariel have known each other forever. As her big brother’s best friend, Rhett was literally the boy next door, and the star of Ariel’s dreams, both then and now. When a family tragedy bring Rhett back to New Orleans, it isn’t a happy homecoming. He’s been out of contact and away from the Big Easy for years after the life-changing events that took place, and coming back is bittersweet, to say the least.

For Ari, answering her brother’s summons to come back to New Orleans isn’t even a question for her. Even though she’s the owner of her own tech firm, and a certified genius, Ari’s family is her touchstone, and being back home is exactly where she needs to be. When the mysterious events surrounding both her family and Rhett’s start to get darker and more dangerous than either of them could have anticipated, Ari and Rhett will team up to do whatever it takes to crack the case. And if all the close contact finally allows them to open their hearts to each other, all the better.

I absolutely adore Ariel. She is a firecracker, with all the sass and savvy that Meghan routinely brings to her lead ladies. She really doesn’t need a man to feel complete, because she’s doing just fine on her own, but, heck if she’s going to pass up the opportunity to make good on her childhood crush.

Rhett has a lot of baggage, but he’s also plenty in touch with himself, and this trait is one of the things that I most love about the way that Meghan writes her men. Strong, mysterious, Rhett is these things, but he’s also seen enough to know that life is short, and opportunities not to be missed. He loves NOLA, his family, and Ariel’s family above all, and will do what it takes to shed light on the events going down, and he won’t waste anymore time letting a certain redhead know how he feels.

Meghan couldn’t have written a better conclusion to this beloved series, in my opinion. There are all of our favorites from the earlier books, heartfelt passion and serious sizzle, and a wonderful epilogue that had me smiling. 5 stars, of course, for BENEATH THE TRUTH, and for this series. Fans of books with passion, suspense, and plenty of emotion will love this book (and the others!), and I highly recommend it.




Meghan March has been known to wear camo face paint and tromp around in woods wearing mud-covered boots, all while sporting a perfect manicure. She’s also impulsive, easily entertained, and absolutely unapologetic about the fact that she loves to read and write smut. Her past lives include slinging auto parts, selling lingerie, making custom jewelry, and practicing corporate law. Writing books about dirty talking alpha males and the strong, sassy women who bring them to their knees is by far the most fabulous job she’s ever had. She loves hearing from her readers at


New Release + Blog Tour + Giveaway: Leave the Night On by Laura Trentham

Love, betrayal, and sweet revenge—life in Cottonbloom is about to get a whole lot hotter . . .

Sutton Mize is known for lavishing attention on the customers who flock to her boutique on the wealthy side of her Mississippi town. So when she finds a lace thong in her fiancé’s classic cherry-red Camaro, she knows just who she sold it to: her own best friend. In an instant, Sutton’s whole world goes up in flames. . .

Wyatt Abbott has harbored a crush on Sutton since he was a young kid from the other side of the tracks. He witnessed Sutton’s shocking discovery in the Camaro at his family-owned garage—and it made him angry. What kind of man could take lovely, gorgeous Sutton for granted? But then Sutton comes up with an idea: Why not give her betrothed a taste of his own medicine and pretend that she’s got a lover of her own? Wyatt is more than happy to play the hot-and-heavy boyfriend. But what begins as a fictional affair soon develops into something more real, and more passionate, than either Sutton or Wyatt could have imagined. Could it be that true love has been waiting under the hood all along?

Buy Links:


Barnes & Noble





Chapter Two Excerpt:

Sutton stared at the lace concoction. From La Perla’s fall collection. Fine Italian lace.
Ridiculously expensive for something so small. A special order with the addition of a small
embroidered heart to sit at the owner’s hipbone. Oh yes, she was acquainted with the
underwear but not intimately acquainted. She’d ordered them through Abigail’s Boutique, but
not for herself. She was too practical.
Wyatt Abbott shook them even closer to her face, obviously expecting her to take them.
The thought of touching the lace made her shrink against the driver’s door, and she fumbled for
the handle, finally finding it and yanking. The door opened and her momentum sent her to the
shop floor on her butt.
Her skirt bunched around her thighs, probably high enough for Wyatt Abbott to see her
simple cotton pink panties from Victoria’s Secret. The fact they weren’t white was the wildest
she got. She’d even waited for them to go on sale. With a bruised ego and bottom, she
scrambled up.
Wyatt hadn’t moved. His mouth was parted, still in a slight smile, the panties dangling
from his fingers. Instead of the roil of emotions gaining steam inside of her, she concentrated
on his hands. They were rough-looking and callused. The nails were short but lined with grease.
And they were big. They built things. Fixed things. Put things back together.
A darkness came over his face, clouding his earlier good-humor and giving him an edge
of danger she hadn’t sensed through his teasing. Instead of getting out of the car from the
door, he stood up on the passenger seat, stepped to the driver’s seat, and hopped next to her,
the black lace of her betrayal dangling in his hand.
“What’s the problem?” he asked.
A jackhammering noise from the other bay filled the space so she didn’t have to. The
crazy thing was that she had sensed something wrong. Something had been wrong pretty much
since she and Andrew had gotten engaged.

She’d tried to put it down to nerves or how busy they both were with work. But the
truth was she’d been dragging her feet with the wedding preparations. Between the two of
them pulling away, the distance had grown until only an echo of what had drawn them
together remained.
The hum of a motor and the flash of sunlight on metal drew her attention to the open
bay door. Her best friend, Bree Randall, stepped out of her BMW coupe dressed in heels, grey
slacks, and a sleeveless silk shell, the pink contrasting beautifully with her dark brown hair and
ivory complexion. She was a lawyer for Cottonbloom, Mississippi’s city government and had
been Sutton’s best friend since first grade.
No way could Sutton smile and pretend everything was fine. She grabbed the front of
Wyatt’s coveralls and looked up at him. The boy she remembered had been too cool and a
borderline jerk, teasing her incessantly, almost to the point of tears. The man was still too cool,
yet something new lurked behind his ease. She hoped it was akin to kindness.
Bree drew closer. Stuck between a devil she knew and one she didn’t, Sutton took a
chance. Her voice was hoarse and begging and she didn’t care. “Get me out of here. Please.”
Without taking his eyes off her, he called out, “Yo, Jackson. Could you put the lady from
the Beemer in the waiting room? Tell her Miss Mize isn’t feeling well and stepped out back for
some fresh air.”
If his brother answered, she didn’t hear him. Wyatt put a strong, stabilizing arm around
her shoulders and guided her around various pieces of equipment and mechanical parts to a
door tucked away at the back of the shop floor. She stepped outside, closed her eyes, and took
a deep breath. The freshness of the air counteracted the bile rising in her throat.
Her knees wobbled as the stark reality of the situation and the fallout took shape in her
mind. She glanced at the man by her side. What was Wyatt Abbott thinking right now? Probably
that she was borderline psychotic.
A huge red barn sat behind the shop, and they passed from sun back into shadows. A
body-sized punching bag twirled from a high beam as they passed by. That explained why the

arm at her back was so solid. Her heels tapped on the wide-planked floor. The smell of
weathered wood was overlaid by something sweeter. Honeysuckle, maybe.
No hay was stored in the Abbott’s barn. Two tarp-covered cars, the bottom curves of
their tires the only part visible, formed a path to the back where a scratched up leather couch
and mini-fridge sat.
“Sorry it’s so dusty in here. We like to keep the doors open if the weather’s nice because
of the views and cross breeze.” He took a blue towel from his back pocket and wiped off a
section of the couch, leaving yellow streaks of pollen. Getting a little dirty was way down on her
list of worries and she plopped down, wrapping her arms around her stomach and leaning over
so her forehead nearly touched her knees.
“You want a Coke or tea or something?”
She raised her head enough to see his big hand holding out a bottle. He shifted back and
forth in his black work boots, the hem of his coveralls ombrèd black to grey with grease.
“It’s a little early for whiskey, but I’ve got that too if you’d rather.” He sounded so
worried and unsure, she straightened, took the Coke and pressed the cool plastic against her
cheeks and neck.
“You must think I’ve gone batty.” She rarely drank alcohol and never whiskey, but for a
moment she considered it as a viable option, even though it was still technically breakfast. It
was five o’clock somewhere, right?
“I think something really bad happened,” he said. “I’m not sure what, but I suspect it has
something to do with the restaurant receipts and the underwear.”
“Oh God. The receipts.” Her mind hadn’t even circled back around to those, but
everything notched into place like a puzzle whose missing piece turned up stuck on the bottom
of a shoe covered with chewed up old gum and bug guts.
His late nights working. Breaking dates at the last minute. His distraction. How long had
it been since they’d shared the same bed? Two months? Three? She’d put it down to the

natural progression of a committed relationship and the busyness of their lives, assuming things
would be better once they were living under the same roof.
“I’m a moron.” Tears crawled up her throat and choked off her feeble attempt of a
She closed her eyes wishing she could teleport herself back under the covers. The
cushion sagged next to her, and she tipped towards him, her shoulder bumping his biceps. A
moment passed before his arm came around her shoulders, and they sank back into the couch
She turned her face into the space between his neck and shoulder and took a deep
breath, desperately trying to get a handle on her out-of- control emotions. Pain was to be
expected, but the flashes of fierce fury took her by surprise.
Easygoing and nice and cheerful were bandied about when people passed compliments
her way. At least, she’d always taken them as compliments. Now she wasn’t so sure. Maybe all
those things were code words for weak and gullible.
Another breath. She concentrated on Wyatt’s warmth and scent. So different from the
expensive cologne Andrew wore. Wyatt smelled like pine trees and the garage. His dark, almost
black hair, tickled her nose. A tear slipped out and she wiped it away with the heel of her hand.
“You want me to go get your friend?” His chest vibrated against her, deep and rich.
Friend? She didn’t want to examine the other half of the betrayal. Worse than Andrew
cheating on her was who he’d been getting down and dirty with. Her best friend. No. A friend
wouldn’t sleep with her fiancé behind her back while helping her plan the wedding with an
enthusiasm that oftentimes exceed her own.
Sutton ransacked her brain for moments she could point to and say Aha! but none came
to mind. Bree had been supportive and helpful over the last few months. Lies. How many lies
had Sutton accepted as gospel truth? A few more tears escaped along with a ragged breath.

Wyatt made a humming sound that was distinctly uncomfortable, and he pulled away.
“Let me—”
She grabbed his coveralls. “No. Don’t you get it? That was her thong.”
He shifted to face her. “Is identifying underwear in a single glance your superpower?”
Despite her life crashing down, a shard of humor sliced through the shock, and her lips
twitched. “Expensive underwear. The heart on the panties matches her tattoo. A special order.”
“You fiancé and your best friend?”
Put like that, she felt even dumber. “My life has turned into a cliché.”
“It’s a cliché because of how often it happens. Nothing for you to be ashamed of. It’s
them that should feel like chickenshit.”
“You don’t understand how people like to talk.”
“I understand, alright. I just don’t care what people say.” The defiant edge in his voice
spoke of his own pain and sorrows, but right now she only had room for her own. He was quiet
for a moment. “You want me to get rid of her?”
Sutton sank back and took a swig of Coke, the burn bringing a different, more welcome,
sort of tear to her eyes. “I need to talk to her. Confront her.”
“Yeah, but not hurt and crying. You need to prepare. Get mad then get even.”
His advice made her sit up straighter. She’d been raised to smooth feathers, not ruffle
them. Her mother had taught her how a smile and pleasant word could diffuse most situations.
The lessons had contributed to her business success but hadn’t done her personal life any
favors. Another whip of red-hot fury flayed her heart.
“She’s my ride back over the river.” Her voice sounded even and strong, her anger a
mast to cling to amid the wreckage.
“I can be your ride.”

“But you have work to do.”
The look he cast her was full of disbelief. “You’re not going through with the restoration,
are you?”
The Camaro, the red harbinger of her ruin, had already slipped her mind. She didn’t
even like the stupid car. Her daddy and Tarwater senior had hatched this surprise over a round
of golf with Ford Abbott after she’d confessed she couldn’t think of anything to give Andrew as
an engagement present. Only when her daddy had anted up half the money had she agreed.
Their “go big or go home” mentality had seemed a ridiculous waste to her.
Dear Lord, her family. What would her daddy say? As a long-standing judge, he was sort
of a colleague of Andrew’s. She closed her eyes and rocked forward and back on the edge of
the couch.
“What if I’m overreacting?” If only this was a bad dream. Yet, did she really want that?
An undercurrent that felt vaguely like relief trickled through the anger and humiliation and
“About which part, your fiancé cheating or who he was cheating with?” Wyatt stuck a
hand into his pocket, came out with the thong and tossed it on her lap.
She leapt up and brushed it off as if she were Miss Muffet and it was a venomous, hairy,
black spider. She kicked at it with the toe of her shoe. The red heart mocked her from the black
lace. Yet the little girl who’d shared her pimento cheese sandwich with Bree every day during
kindergarten wanted to be wrong.
She sank back down to the edge of the couch, feeling like she was shoring up the
situation with Scotch tape. “There could be a reasonable explanation. Like she and Andrew
went to lunch and for some reason she had them in her purse and they fell out. Maybe I’ve
jumped to the wrong conclusion.”
“Maybe.” He shrugged. She appreciated the fact he wasn’t calling her on her BS excuses
even though his face was the definition of skeptical.

“You sure you don’t mind giving me a ride?” she asked.
“I’ll get rid of your friend and take you home. That should buy you some time to figure
things out. Confront her on your terms.”
Her initial impressions of Wyatt Abbott were from the viewpoint of a preteen girl. Back
then, she’d been self-conscious of her skinny arms and legs and flyaway hair, and whenever
she’d come to the garage with her daddy, Wyatt had made it his mission to tease her
What was he now? On the surface, she’d label him a good old boy. Fun, flirty, simple.
Except, his gray eyes were anything but. Not flat like shale, but ready to spark a fire like a flint.
Raw emotions provided a sharp awareness. Her memories of him urged her to be cautious with
her trust, yet his jaw was set and his shoulders were rolled forward as if ready and willing to go
into battle.
“Why?” she finally whispered.
“Why what?”
“Why are you being so nice to me? You hated me as a kid.”
“Hated you?” He stuffed his hands into his pockets and tipped his head enough to
shutter his intensity of his eyes. “I never hated you, in fact . . .” He shook his head.
“In fact what?”
“Not important. Simply put, unlike your fiancé and your friend, I’m not an asshole. If you
don’t need me—”
“No, I do need you.” She stood but misjudged how close he was. They weren’t touching,
but she could feel his heat and appreciate his strength. “I just . . .”
Wyatt Abbott was handsome, but even more potent than his looks was an intangible
confidence and ease with himself. The man probably talked a different woman out of her
panties every weekend. Would he cash in on her humiliation for a good story to tell brothers

and drinking buddies? Did it even matter? Whether it was him or someone else, rumors would
rush through the town like their river after a storm
Insecurities pinged between her head and heart, the message clear. Protect yourself.
But surely, she could at least trust him to get her home. “I would really appreciate a lift home.”
He chaffed her arms like a coach might comfort a little kid after a loss. “It’ll be okay. You
wait here while I handle your friend, okay?”
She nodded, and he strode back toward the garage. Highlighted in a shaft of sunlight, he
hesitated at the metal door they’d ducked through and glanced behind him. A zing of
warning—or premonition?—skittered down her spine.
Her life had been spun into chaos, yet in that moment, she felt connected to Wyatt in a
way that terrified her. Then he disappeared, and she waited to discover out if her trust had
once again been misplaced.

Copyright © 2017 by Laura Trentham and reprinted by permission of St. Martin’s Paperbacks.


Enter for your chance to win a beach bag prize pack with Cottonbloom books! from author Laura Trentham!

Author Bio:

An award-winning author, Laura Trentham was born and raised in a small town in Tennessee. Although, she loved English and reading in high school, she was convinced an English degree equated to starvation. She chose the next most logical major—Chemical Engineering—and worked in a hard hat and steel toed boots for several years.

She writes sexy, small town contemporaries and smoking hot Regency historicals. The first two books of her Falcon Football series were named Top Picks by RT Book Reviews magazine. Then He Kissed Me, a Cottonbloom novel, was named as one of Amazon’s best romances of 2016. When not lost in a cozy Southern town or Regency England, she’s shuttling kids to soccer, helping with homework, and avoiding the Mt. Everest-sized pile of laundry that is almost as big as the to-be-read pile of books on her nightstand.

Social Links:


Author Blog

Twitter– @LauraTrentham

Author Website

Blog Tour + Excerpt + Giveaway + 4-Star Review: Summer On Firefly Lake by Jen Gilroy

Divorced mom, Mia Gibbs’ family is her life, but her world is turned upside down when she falls for her one-time teenage crush Nick McGuire, a workaholic lawyer who isn’t a family man. Fans of Susan Wiggs’ The Lakeshore Chronicles will love this heartwarming friends to lovers story releasing this summer from Grand Central – Forever.


Rafflecopter for Summer on Firefly Lake Blog Tour Giveaway:

Jen is offering one (1) lucky Grand Prize winner a $25 Amazon Gift Card and a paperback copy of both The Cottage at Firefly Lake (the first book in the series) and Summer on Firefly Lake. Five (5) runner-up winners will receive a paperback copy of Summer on Firefly Lake! This giveaway is open internationally. To enter, simply fill out the Rafflecopter below:

About Summer on Firefly Lake (Firefly Lake #2):

Title: Summer on Firefly Lake

Author: Jen Gilroy

Genre: Contemporary Romance / Women’s Fiction

Release Date: July 25, 2017

Publisher: Forever – Grand Central Publishing

Series: Firefly Lake

ISBN: 9781455569601


Sometimes love is better the second time around.

Mia Gibbs spent her marriage putting her husband’s needs before her own. And now, after a painful divorce, she’s building a new life for herself and her two daughters back home at Firefly Lake. The last thing she needs is a man to complicate things. But former bad boy turned friend Nick McGuire has turned everything upside down.

Attorney Nick McGuire wasn’t meant to be a family man. His career has always been his focus, and after taking time out to help his mother, he’s ready to get back to the city…until Mia and her daughters arrive at Firefly Lake. Mia is beautiful and intriguing, and it doesn’t take long to realize being “just friends” will never be enough. As the summer nights turn colder, Nick will have to choose between the life he’s always wanted…and the woman he can’t live without.

 Add to your “Want to Read” shelf:  Goodreads

 Available at: Amazon  |  Barnes and Noble  |  Kobo  |  iTunes



“I want this.” Mia lifted her face to his as a cloud scudded across the moon. “I want you.”

Even if it could only be for tonight, she was Mia, not a mom, not a sister, and not a wife who’d been tossed aside for someone younger and curvier. For this one moment, she didn’t have any responsibilities except what she wanted and needed.

I want you, too.” Nick took her hand and led her toward the car. “A part of me has wanted you since I was fifteen and you hung out at the town beach in that green bikini with the white flowers.”

Her heart lurched. He’d noticed her enough to remember the bikini she’d hidden from her mom. The one she’d bought because she’d heard Nick say he liked green. “You were always with the guys by the life guard station.” Everything about him was a lot sexy and a little bit dangerous.

“I wanted to see you.” His smile was forced, like the admission cost him more than he wanted her to know.

Mia curved her cold hand into his warm one. She’d guessed she’d hurt him the one time they’d gone out, but until tonight she hadn’t understood how much. She couldn’t regret the past, and she couldn’t predict the future, but she could do something about the present. “I want to be with you. Even though we’re not teenagers anymore and I don’t have that green bikini.

Nick’s gaze skimmed her body from head to toe and lingered at her breasts. Then he gave her a grin that was pure bad boy. “I was always a lot more interested in what was underneath that bikini anyway.”

He opened the passenger door for her to slide in.

She looked at him from under her lashes and flirted like she’d wanted to do all those years ago but had been too shy. “You were, were you?”

“Oh yeah.” He shut the car door and, in the sudden silence, panic rolled over her again. Except, there was excitement too…

Copyright © Summer on Firefly Lake 2017 by Jen Gilroy

Tracey’s Review

It’s been said that you can’t go home again, but sometimes, home is exactly where you need to be. And, sometimes, home is more than a place…

Firefly Lake once represented everything that Mia Gibbs didn’t want. Reminders of a childhood filled with dishonesty and betrayal made it more a prison than a respite. As an adult, though, the idyllic spot in Vermont is just what Mia needs as she rebuilds a life for herself and her girls.

Nick McGuire knows himself. Disappointed again and again by those closest to him, and destined to keep love at arm’s length, he’s only back at Firefly Lake long enough to help his mother get her life in order. But life, and love, happen when we’re least expecting it, and soon enough the feelings that he’s having for Mia are more than he could have anticipated.

Small town romances with a second-chance twist are some of my favorites, and author Jen Gilroy does not disappoint with SUMMER ON FIREFLY LAKE. Healing, the stripping away of hurts, and people becoming exactly who they’re destined to be abound in this story of love lost and love found.

Both Nick and Mia have suffered at the hands of the people that were supposed to be their safe place, and, while it’s left Nick wary of opening himself up to anything deeper than a fling, it’s given Mia the strength to know her worth, and to refuse to settle for anything less than she deserves. The more time they spend together, the more evident it becomes that both of them are exactly where they’re supposed to be, even if it takes one of them (cough, cough, Nick…) longer to realize it.

SUMMER ON FIREFLY LAKE is rich with family, friends, small town life, and the feeling that second chances are waiting just around the corner. I thoroughly enjoyed seeing Mia and Nick find their way back to each other, and see some unexpected new relationships bloom. I’m looking forward to getting Cat’s and Luc’s story soon, because there’s definitely something brewing there. In the meantime, 4 stars and a recommendation for SUMMER ON FIREFLY LAKE to lovers of contemporary romances with that small-town twist. You’ll be happy that you visited.



Other Books in the Firefly Lake Series:

Some mistakes can never be fixed and some secrets never forgiven … but some loves can never be forgotten.

Charlotte Gibbs wants nothing more than to put the past behind her, once and for all. Yet now that she’s back at Firefly Lake to sell her mother’s cottage, the overwhelming flood of memories reminds her of what she’s been missing. Sun-drenched days. Late-night kisses that still shake her to the core. The gentle breeze off the lake, the scent of pine in the air, and the promise of Sean’s touch on her skin…True, she got her dream job traveling the world. But at what cost?

Sean Carmichael still doesn’t know why Charlie disappeared that summer, but after eighteen years, a divorce, and a teenage son he loves more than anything in the world, he’s still not over her. All this time and her body still fits against his like a glove. She walked away once when he needed her the most. How can he convince her to stay now?

Add to your “Want to Read” shelf:  Goodreads

Book 1 is available at:  Amazon  |  Barnes and Noble  |  Kobo  |  iTunes


About Jen Gilroy:

Jen Gilroy lives in a small town in eastern Ontario, Canada where her Irish ancestors settled in the nineteenth century. She’s worked in higher education and international marketing but, after spending too much time in airports and away from her family, traded the 9-5 to write romantic women’s fiction to bring readers’ hearts home.


Jen likes ice cream, diners, vintage style and all things country. Her husband is her real-life romance hero, and her teen daughter teaches her to cherish the blessings in the everyday.


The Cottage at Firefly Lake, the first book in her Firefly Lake series, was a finalist for Romance Writers of America’s Golden Heart® award in 2015. It was also shortlisted for the Romantic Novelists’ Association Joan Hessayon Award 2017.


Website  |  Twitter  |  Facebook  |  Goodreads  |  Amazon




Release Week Blitz + Excerpt + Giveaway: The Hunting Grounds by Katee Robert

Release Week Celebration for THE HUNTING GROUNDS by NYT Bestselling Author, Katee Robert!

Download THE HUNTING GROUNDS and add it to your TBR pile on Goodreads! Then keep reading to get an EXCLUSIVE sneak peek at THE HUNTING GROUNDS and to enter the giveaway for a $25 Amazon gift card!


Title: The Hunting Grounds
Author: Katee Robert
Series: Hidden Sins #2
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: July 25, 2017
Publisher: Montlake Romance
Print Length:  318 pages
Format: Digital and Paperback
ISBN: 978-1503946705



 For two FBI agents with a past, love becomes a matter of life and death in the new Hidden Sins novel from New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Katee Robert.

Maggie Gaines used to be an FBI agent—top of her class and one of the bright, up-and-coming stars—until she spectacularly fell apart during her first high-profile case. That was eight years ago. Now she’s a ranger at Glacier National Park, and she’s found some measure of peace. But when the body of a murdered woman is discovered, she must finally put the past behind her and work with the one man she thought she’d never see again.

For months, Vic Sutherland has been hunting a killer who’s been targeting unsuspecting hikers in national parks—and now the predator has come to Glacier. Vic knows the case will bring him face-to-face with his former partner, yet nothing can prepare him for seeing Maggie again after all these years, or for the memories of passion it stirs in both of them.

As the investigation brings them closer together—and closer to the killer—Maggie and Vic fear they have only each other to trust. But even that might not be enough to make it out of Glacier alive.


Download at:  





Enter to win a $25 Amazon Gift Card and eBook copies of THE DEVIL’S DAUGHTER (Hidden Sins #1) from Katee Robert!


The Hunting Grounds Excerpt

Copyright © 2017 Katee Robert


Vic’s gaze fell on his phone. Maggie’s number was now in the contacts folder. It would be easy to dial it, just to check on her.

Except it was late, and she hadn’t asked for him to babysit her.

He’d gone years without seeing her, and now that they were in the same general area, it was like they were two magnets that could barely resist the pull. He wanted to hear her voice, to sit her down and share a meal that wasn’t military issue, to actually talk.

His phone rang, which startled him so much he almost dropped it. Vic stared at the screen for several precious seconds, wondering if he was more tired than he’d thought, because it sure as fuck looked like Maggie was calling him. “Sutherland.”

“It’s me.”

He sat on the edge of the bed, suddenly painfully aware that he wore only a towel. It shouldn’t matter. She couldn’t see him, didn’t know what he was or wasn’t wearing, but it did matter. “Hey, Maggie.”

“I have to apologize.” He could almost feel her soft sigh. “You were right, and I was acting like a stubborn kid. This whole thing—the murders in the park and having to deal with my past and you—has got me all twisted up.”

Maybe it was the events of the last two days, but he was so goddamn tired of doing the noble thing. He never put himself or his personal shit before a case. Not once.

He’d never wanted to before.

“I twist you up?”

“As if you didn’t know. I had something of a crush on you when we were partners—which I’m sure you knew after I threw myself at you—and apparently I didn’t outgrow it as much as I thought.”

The dimness of the room evoked an intimacy he didn’t deserve. Was Maggie sitting in her bedroom in low light, too? He liked the picture that made. “You have nothing to apologize for.”

“I’ve been making an ass of myself since you stepped off that helicopter.” She shifted, the sound painfully loud in the near silence. “And I’m doing it again, apparently. My whole point was that I’m sorry and I’ll be professional from now on. You don’t have to worry about any breakdowns or hissy fits.”

If he was smart, he’d take her apology for what it was and allow it to move them back to solid ground. There were lives on the line and a condensed timeline that was only going to get more condensed with each body that popped up.

But when Vic spoke, he didn’t move them back to firm ground. He threw them right over the edge of the cliff. “Fuck being professional. I want you, Maggie. Not the former FBI agent. Not the park ranger. I want you.”


Praise for The Hidden Sins Series


“…a captivating read, made all the more rewarding when good triumphs.” —Washington Post


“Robert shows off her impressive versatility in this fast-paced and inventive new Hidden Sins series. The small-town setting is a masterful blend of quaint and oppressive, which ratchets the menace and thrill factor. The protagonists carry the full weight of their pasts with them, making their growing relationship as compelling as the mystery element in The Devil’s Daughter. With plenty of twists and betrayals, this is a book that is sure to earn Robert a wealth of new fans.” RT Book Reviews



Other Books in the Hidden Sin Series




Get More information at:  Goodreads  | Amazon | Barnes & Noble


About Katee Robert

New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author Katee Robert learned to tell her stories at her grandpa’s knee. Her 2015 title, The Marriage Contract, was a RITA finalist, and RT Book Reviews named it ‘a compulsively readable book with just the right amount of suspense and tension.”  When not writing sexy contemporary and romantic suspense, she spends her time playing imaginary games with her children, driving her husband batty with what-if questions, and planning for the inevitable zombie apocalypse.

Connect with Katee at: Website | Facebook | Twitter| GoodReads | Instagram

Release Day Blitz + Excerpt + 4.5-Star Review: Swink by Adriana Locke




Title: Swink
Series: Landry Family #5
Author: Adriana Locke
Genre: A Standalone Bad Boy/Good Girl Romance
Release Date: July 21, 2017

I’m that guy.

Camilla Landry rustles against me, the silky fabric of her overpriced lingerie slipping along my bruised rib. The porcelain perfection of her skin is even more innocent against the colorful ink dotting my own. It’s demure meets damage, pampered meets punctured. 

So, yeah, it’s obvious I’m that guy. Dominic Hughes. Her attempt at rebellion. Her bid to see what the other side of the tracks feel like. I’m okay with being used because, from where I’m sitting, the other side of the tracks have never looked so good.


Purchase Links


Free in Kindle Unlimited


He’s standing in the doorway, one hand on the sweatpants that hang just below his chiseled hips and the other leans on the frame. The tattoos that mark his flesh are vivid against his bare skin, making the blues of his eyes shine.

He flashes a lopsided smile my way. “Took you long enough.”

“I don’t drive like a bat out of hell,” I laugh, stepping past him. “Did you shower already?”

“Yeah. I smelled like gym floors.”              

“As long as you don’t smell like gym whores,” I say, setting the bags on the table in the kitchen.

His laugh is contagious and I feel myself smiling. A set of arms cage me in from behind, grasping the table on both sides of me. My skin breaks out in a shiver as his lips find the sensitive spot behind my ear.

His face buries in the crook of my neck and he takes a long, leisurely breath. “You smell so good.”

“Keep doing that,” I say, relaxing my head onto his chest.


“Talking with your mouth against me.”

“You like this?” he asks all breathily so that each word whispers across my skin.

My eyes fall closed as I relish in this moment of nothing but him. “No, I love this.”

“Can I tell you a little secret?”

“As long as you keep talking, you can tell me whatever you want.”

He chuckles, dotting kisses up and down my neck. “I love this too, feeling your body give up the fight of the day and let me take over.” He turns me in his arms so I’m facing him. “I love that you trust me enough to let your shoulders sink out of that perfect posture you walk around with.”

As he reaches up and undoes the elastic in my hair, I watch his features soften. He moves carefully, unwrapping the tie from the twisted mess in my locks, careful not to pull.

“There,” he says, cupping the back of my head through my long tresses, “that’s better.”

“You don’t like my hair up?”

“Not like you had it. You look to lunching-y,” he says, wrinkling his nose.


“Yes,” he grins.

“You are too cute.”

“You are too fucking sexy.”

Reaching up, I swipe the pad of my thumb over the cut above his eye. He flinches, but just for a second. “What happened?”

“Bond’s right hand.”

“I hate him.”

“So do I,” he snickers.

“Let’s get some ice for it.”

He leans in, his brows tugging together. “Let’s not.” His eyes hood as he takes me in, his tongue darting out and wetting his lips. My knees weaken, my body humming with delight at his reaction.

“I want to take care of you,” I whisper, although that’s really on the backburner now. “Let me baby you.”

Instead, he lifts me up and places me on the table. My stomach clenches as he positions himself between my thighs, my sundress curling at my waist. I ring my legs around him, pulling him so close that the soft cotton of his sweatpants rubs against my opening.

He looks down. “You aren’t wearing panties.”


Tracey’s Review

I cannot tell you how long I’ve been waiting to get Camilla Landry’s book from the lovely and talented Adriana Locke. Wait, yes, I will. I’ve wanted to know what’s been up Cam’s sleeve since her first appearance in SWAY, the first book in the Landry series, and, finally, we’ve got it in SWINK.

Camilla is definitely one of my favorite of Adriana’s female characters to date. She’s smart, sassy, and, when it comes down to it, ready to step out from under the safety of her family umbrella and live for herself. Watching the way that being with Dom allows Cam to blossom into a woman finding her place in the wider world, one that is sure of herself and her ability to make her own way, is truly heartwarming.

Dominic Hughes can more than hold his own with the Landry clan. Showing them that he’s more than a stereotype allows him to widen his own perceptions and horizons as well, and step up to be the man that Cam not only wants, but needs. His strength is in how different he is from anyone that Cam has known before, and his eventual understanding of how special he truly is stole my heart.

I am a sucker for a Romeo and Juliet sort of read, and SWINK definitely has some of that going on. But what is even more satisfying is the real, true emotion, the way that Cam and Dom truly have each other’s best interests at heart. Their road isn’t an easy one, but it’s worth every bump, and I thoroughly enjoyed traveling it with them.

Adriana can’t write a bad book, and SWINK is right up there with her best. The perfect mix of sexy, angsty, and passionate, with plenty of Landry shenanigans thrown in, this 4.5-star read belongs on the TBRs of romance lovers everywhere. This book is truly worth the wait, and I highly recommend it.

Also Available
All ebooks are free in Kindle Unlimited
Author Bio

USA Today Bestselling author Adriana Locke lives and breathes books. After years of slightly obsessive relationships with the flawed bad boys created by other authors, Adriana has created her own.

She resides in the Midwest with her husband, sons, and two dogs. She spends a large amount of time playing with her kids, drinking coffee, and cooking. You can find her outside if the weather’s nice and there’s always a piece of candy in her pocket.

Author Links

Release Blitz + Excerpt + 4.5-Star Review: SIN by Emma Hart



Damien fox lived up to his name. Cunning, sly, and dangerous, fifty percent of Vegas’ strip clubs were his.

Whatever he wanted, money, attention, women, he got.

And now he wanted to buy my bar, no matter the cost.

I wanted him to go to hell on a first-class ticket.

He played a dirty game, and I followed his rules. I let him think he would win.

Despite our differences, it was clear to see that we were no more than two broken hearts colliding in the darkness.

Closed off, sexy, and holding a pain that would crush a lesser man, he was the ultimate sin.

One I couldn’t deny myself, even though I knew better than to trust a fox…

(SIN is book one of the Vegas Nights series. Each book in this series is a standalone novel.)


Amazon US | Amazon UK | Amazon AU | Amazon CA | Barnes & Noble | iBooks | Kobo




“Why wouldn’t you talk about your work in the restaurant?” I set my purse on the floor by my feet and shifted to face him. “I’ve never seen anyone get out of a dinner so fast.”

A small smile tugged the edge of his lips up. “Just like I said in there, some things shouldn’t be discussed in public.”

“Like politics and religion.”

“You have a very smart mouth.” He glanced down at said smart mouth. “Do you ever turn it off?”

“Never,” I reassured him. “Now, we’re no longer in public, so tell me about what you do.”

He rested an arm along the back of the seats. His fingertips landed just inches from my hair, and I gave a cursory glance at their closeness.

Shivers tickled their way down my spine as he stared at me. He was entirely still except for the way his eyes flicked left and right repeatedly. It felt an awful lot like he was taking me in, committing me to memory for some strange reason.

“A lot of people don’t like me. Pissing people off is part of business, and I’ve done that a lot, so I try to keep my work private. It’s that simple, sweetheart.”

“I get it. But now, it is private.” I wasn’t going to let this drop. I’d quit reading before I did that. “I’ve told you a lot about my bar tonight, so now tell me something.”

“You have the innate ability to make me feel like I’m back in high school and writing an essay about being reasonable.”

“If you’d done that, you might know how to be reasonable.” I paused when he laughed. It was low blow time again. “Look, Mr. Fox—”


“You don’t have to tell me anything about your business and what you do, but given that you’re failing embarrassingly in your attempt to buy my business, it’s probably in your best interests to start talking.”

He leaned forward and took my hair between his finger and thumb. Slowly, he twirled the strands around his finger, each twist lightly tugging against my scalp. “You should have been a cop. You’re very persuasive.”

“In that case, you could probably learn a thing or two from me. Your own skills are lacking.”

“I don’t know.” He dropped his voice to a low murmur. “I think, if I tried hard enough, I could persuade you into a few things.”

I raised my eyebrows. We’d moved on from talking about business. Once again, the Master of Deflection was doing what he’d been doing for most of our evening together.

“I still haven’t forgiven you for your antics yesterday, so I wouldn’t even try it.” I tapped his hand so he released his hold on my hair. It tumbled away from his finger so I could smooth the strands back down and gave him a pointed look.

“Forgiven me, or yourself?” His eyes glinted knowingly. Almost self-assuredly.

Hell, there was no almost about it. He knew exactly how I’d felt when he’d left me. He knew exactly what he’d done to me, and I did, too. Denying that I was annoyed at myself because I could still remember how it’d felt when he’d taken my chin in his hand was pointless.

“Both,” I answered, sitting up a little straighter. “That doesn’t invite you to exercise poor judgment and make another attempt to mix business with pleasure?”

“Attempt? Sweetheart, if I’d attempted to do that, there would have been a lot less business and a lot more pleasure before I’d left you.”

“You think I’d give in to you so easily?”

At those words, Damien slid smoothly across the leather seats. His arm, still resting along the back of them, hung down behind me, his thumb just brushing against my back. The rest of his body was mere inches from mine, and I bit the inside of my lip as he trailed his fingertips up my bare arm. My eyes followed his feather-light touch while his stayed fixated on my face.

He coasted his fingers over my shoulder where he touched them to my jaw. Lightly, he tilted my face around and up until I had no choice but to look him in the eyes again—to look right there where I could see exactly how much he wanted me.



Full of temptation.

Heavy and intense, his eyes screamed of raw lust and selfish need.

“I don’t think you’d give in at all,” he whispered. “I think your body would do that for you, and you’d be helpless to it.”

“You think a lot of yourself, don’t you?” I said quietly. I touched my finger to his belt, then ran it up the length of his torso, ghosting it over the solid packs of muscle that made up his body until I flicked the starchy collar of his shirt. “You think you can do this and I’ll give in to what is essentially a biological reaction? I’m stronger than you take me for, you know.”

He curled his fingers around my chin and dipped his face to mine. “She says with a racing heart.”

I pressed one finger against his mouth and ran another along his strong thigh…right up to where his hard cock was straining against the soft material of his pants. “Don’t you hate it when your attraction to someone is so obvious?”

His jaw clenched. “If you have any sense at all inside that gorgeous head of yours, you’ll move your hand.”

Tracey’s Review

I believed in love stories. In the predictable and the obvious. In the unrealistic and the unpredictable. I loved them. I lived them. They were my passion and my escape.

Dahlia Lloyd may have known heartache, and she may have experienced loss, but she is none the weaker for it. No, Dahlia is a strong, take no prisoners kind of woman, and more than capable of going head to head with Damien Fox.

Damien Fox hides his pain well. Determined, tenacious, self-assured, Damien seldom takes ‘No’ for an answer, and he doesn’t intend to when it comes to Dahlia. Because what Damien wants, Damien gets; it’s just a matter of time. Except that he’s not counting on the very determined owner of a particular book-themed bar…

How excited was I to learn that one of my favorite authors was writing a new series? When it’s Emma Hart, the book is SIN, and Dahlia and Damien are on the menu, you can believe that I was over the moon. The fires of enmity burn strong between Dahlia and Damien at first meeting. She has what he wants, and that’s The Scarlett Letter, the very special bar left to her by her parents. Dahlia’s no wilting flower, and Damien has his work cut out for him, finding out soon enough that she’s more than a match for his powers of persuasion.

Emma has started off her Vegas Nights series with a bang, bringing heat, heart, and characters that I adored. Dahlia and Damien are well-matched, and it’s both entertaining and touching to watch the evolution of their relationship. The quirky supporting characters make for plenty of comic relief and lots of love, and look forward to seeing much more of them all when LUST comes our way. SIN is an easy 4.5 stars for me, and highly recommended for fans of contemporary romance with plenty of heat.



By day, New York Times and USA Today bestselling New Adult author Emma Hart dons a cape and calls herself Super Mum to two beautiful little monsters. By night, she drops the cape, pours a glass of whatever she fancies—usually wine—and writes books.

Emma is working on Top Secret projects she will share with her followers and fans at every available opportunity. Naturally, all Top Secret projects involve a dashingly hot guy who likes to forget to wear a shirt, a sprinkling (or several) of hold-onto-your-panties hot scenes, and a whole lotta love.

She likes to be busy—unless busy involves doing the dishes, but that seems to be when all the ideas come to life.