FEAST OF SPARKS (Thornchapel #2) by Sierra Simone
Release Date: August 1st
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A LESSON IN THORNS (Thornchapel #1)
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Blurb:
I’m an outcast and a loner, named for death itself. Fate wasn’t supposed to have plans for me.

But then she came back—the girl I once kissed in a thorn-covered chapel in the woods. She came back, and I could no more resist her than I could pry out my own heart. And by some trick of fate, she wants me as much as I want her. The only problem? She also wants the man who owns Thornchapel, Auden Guest.

And so do I.

Eight years ago, I did something to Auden, something terrible. He hurt me back the only way he knew how, and so here we are: our hatred seasoned with pain and my loneliness seasoned with longing. The only thing we can agree on is Proserpina Markham, and she wants us to find a way to be together—all three of us.

If Auden wants to earn her as his submissive, then he has to earn me as well.

But with the discovery of bones behind the altar and the carnal revel of Beltane fast approaching, it’s becoming clear that Thornchapel’s secrets are much deeper and older than any of us could have ever guessed. And no matter how bright and merry a feast of sparks may be, it’s always followed by ashes.

And darkness.

Excerpt:
Shame, hot and prickling, needles everywhere at my face and chest and belly as I begin to bend down to the floor. The cool air that caresses my pussy is now everywhere as the position begins to expose my most secret flesh, and there’s no pretending away the reality of what I’m doing. I’m doing something I’ve never done before, I’m offering up the filthiest part of me for inspection, and despite everything the three of us have shared in the past twenty-four hours, I’m flooded with shame. It’s real shame now, not play-shame, and my safe word floats to the top of my mind, a buoy in the clear waters.

Convivificat.

I don’t want to safe out right now, I’m nowhere near the edge, but it’s nice to have it there all the same. Reassuring. There’s nothing they can do that I can’t stop.

And anyway, this is who I am—who I’ve been growing into ever since I found the words to define it.

Sunny Shelly’s Review: 4 Stars

What was that ending? What was that ending?

I knew that Feast Of Sparks was going to leave me with more questions than answers, seeing that Thornchapel is a 6-book series. And this one was FULL of angst! And I knew there would be a cliffhanger. But never did I expect that St. Sebastian would uncover what he uncovered at the very end!

This tale is full of twists and turns for these six friends, but the plot focuses a lot on the triangle between Poe, Saint and Auden. We finally learn why Auden and Saint have such contempt for one another, and I am so glad that it wasn’t dragged out until book 6! Sierra sprinkles in past chapters from 8 years ago with the present-day storyline, and I understood these two tormented men so much more than I did after finishing A Lesson In Thorns.

Saint is such a haunted soul, and it’s heartbreaking because he’s such a loyal guy. He’s had a much rougher life than the others in the group, but he’s sweet and loyal, even if he doesn’t think he is. Auden’s arrogance and aloofness took on a new meaning once I found out the history between them. While the guys and Poe figure out how to be a thruple, I felt the story was more about Auden/Saint.

Then there’s the sex. This book is not for the faint of heart! There’s a reason Sierra Simone is an erotica queen, and we get it at least twice in here.

Im fascinated by the secrets that the parents of these friends shared, and February is much too far away to get the next book in this series!

I received an advanced copy and voluntarily left a review.

About the Author:
Sierra Simone is a USA Today Bestselling former librarian (who spent too much time reading romance novels at the information desk.) She lives with her husband and family in Kansas City.

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Everyone hates part of their job, and I hate Luke Bennet.

Coming Up Roses, an all-new must read enemies to lovers romantic comedy from Staci Hart is available now!

Everyone hates parts of their job.

Maybe it’s the paperwork. Maybe it’s the day-to-day grind. Maybe it’s that client who never knows what they want, or the guy who always cooks fish in the microwave.

But not me. I love every corner of the Longbourne Flower Shop, every flower, every petal, every stem. I love the greenhouse, and I love Mrs. Bennet, my boss. I love creating, and I love being a florist. I don’t hate anything at all.

Except for Luke Bennet.

The Bennet brothers have come home to help their mom save the flower shop, and Luke is at the helm. His smile tells a tale of lust, loose and easy. He moves with the grace of a predator, feral and wild. A thing unbridled, without rules or constraint.

When he comes home to save Longbourne, I almost can’t be mad at him.

Almost.

He doesn’t remember that night I’ll never forget. That kiss, touched with whiskey and fire. It branded me like a red-hot iron. But it meant nothing to him.

Everyone hates part of their job, and I hate Luke Bennet.

Because if I don’t, I’ll fall in love with him.

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Excerpt:

I wanted to kiss Tess Monroe.

I’d wanted to kiss her the second she walked into the shop a couple days ago, wearing overalls and a Cure T-shirt. I’d wanted to kiss her as I watched her scrub the wall with her little face wrinkled up in concentration. I’d wanted to kiss her when she fell off the ladder and into my arms. And all day today while we painted the shop, I only thought about one thing.

I wanted to kiss her. And I was accustomed to getting what I wanted.

“Did you hear me?” Kash asked impatiently.

“Hmm?”

He rolled his eyes, his long body stretched out on the bottom bunk in our old room. “Man, what’s with you?”

“I’ve been scrubbing and painting the shop for two days. I’m tired.”

“Right,” he said, “and the redhead in the overall shorts has nothing to do with it.”

I leaned back in the wooden desk chair I’d taken up residence in, the hinge squeaking. “As if Tess Monroe would willingly give me the time of day.”

He shrugged. “Seems to me like she’s given you the time every hour, on the hour, for two days. What’s with her? She was different today.”

It was true. This morning, she’d walked into the shop, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, ready to work with a smile on her face. She’d only insulted me seven times, and one of those was a backhanded compliment. My stats were down: the day before, it’d been twenty-three insults and a jab with a broom handle that I couldn’t be sure was accidental.

Not that I was counting.

“I dunno what’s gotten into her, but I’m not looking a gift horse in the mouth. I’m just taking the boon and moving on.”

“Man, she looked so cute with that bandana in her hair and paint on her nose. And her ass in those overalls…” He whistled up at my old bunk.

I fought the urge to chuck my Batman paperweight at him.

“So are you going after her or what?” Kash asked, smirking.

“I just got her to quit treating me like a dog. Pretty sure anything more is off the table.”

“Maybe I’ll go after her then. Think I’ve got a shot?”

I snorted to cover my immediate fury at the thought. “She’s a girl with standards, Kash. If I don’t have a shot, you’ve got none in hell.”

“Maybe she just needs somebody older. More mature.”

“We were born in the same year, asshole.”

“I’m just saying. Maybe she’s looking for stability. Everybody knows you’re about as stable as uranium.”

“And you’re running your mouth like you want a foot in Uranus.”

Kash laughed. “I’d love to see you try.”

I eyed him. “You don’t actually like her, do you?”

“Nah,” he said, smiling. “I just want you to admit you do.”

A sigh of concession blew out of me, the pause filled with my thoughts. “We almost kissed yesterday,” I admitted.

Kash sat up so fast, he thunked his head on the bottom bunk. “Goddammit—” He rubbed at his forehead “—Warn a guy before you go saying things like, I almost kissed Tess.”

I laughed openly at his misfortune, hoping it left a mark. “She fell off a ladder in storage, and I caught her. Topless.”

His eyes bulged, hand still pressed to his forehead. “Tess was topless in storage?”

“No, I was.”

He rolled his eyes, chucking a pillow at me. I caught it midair and chucked it right back at him.

“I’m surprised she didn’t deck you,” he said, fluffing the pillow before leaning back again.

“Me too, if I’m being honest. She hates me. Hated me. Maybe still hates me a little.”

“What’d you do to her?” he asked. At this point, the question was rhetorical—neither of us knew, no matter how many times we’d asked.

“Who knows? But I think the last couple of days have helped my case. All I had to do was show up and not fuck up.”

“Don’t worry. There’s still time,” he reassured me.

“Trust me, I’m aware. I’ve been working on the installation for her in the back, and I’m both convinced I’m going to disappoint her and that I’ll knock her socks off.”

“Or her bra. Think you can knock that off?”

“If she were anybody else, I’d guarantee it. But Tess?” I made a resigned noise.77

He watched me for a second in that way he had about him, the quiet assessment that ran under his outward charm. It was a mask— that much I knew for a fact—armor to protect his soft spots. Everyone thought he was nothing but a girl-crazy flirt, just like me. But that was just how we liked it. Let them think we were empty.

There was comfort in being underestimated. We were constantly set to impress everyone.

Sunny Shelly’s Review: 5 Stars

Tess and Luke will make you fall in love with enemies-to-lovers romcoms! She is so full of venom when it comes to Luke, all because he forgot about the kiss they shared a decade ago. Luke still doesn’t know why Tess openly despised him, but getting her to give him a shot becomes a second job to him when Luke comes home to help save his family’s dying florist shop.

Working together forces Tess to let down her walls when it comes to Luke, and she sees him as more than the flighty adventurer he is. She loves her routines and control, he is much more a free spirit. They agree to a no-strings fling, but in the moments in between, Tess ends up falling head over heels in love with the guy who didn’t remember the kiss she will never forget.

Tess and Luke are so sweet together. They are funny, sweet, romantic, and all the things that you want in a boom couple. She ends up grounding him in ways he never knew he needed, and he teaches her how to let things go and let loose in ways she never wanted. They are a perfect match, even if his ex-wife stirs up some drama!

Another fantastic story from Staci Hart!! I hope that this is the start to a new series because I loved the Bennett family and definitely want to spend more time with them, especially Jett! I’m so intrigued by him! I received an advanced copy and voluntarily left a review.

About Staci

Staci has been a lot of things up to this point in her life — a graphic designer, an entrepreneur, a seamstress, a clothing and handbag designer, a waitress. Can’t forget that. She’s also been a mom, with three little girls who are sure to grow up to break a number of hearts. She’s been a wife, though she’s certainly not the cleanest, or the best cook. She’s also super, duper fun at a party, especially if she’s been drinking whiskey.

From roots in Houston to a seven year stint in Southern California, Staci and her family ended up settling somewhere in between and equally north, in Denver. They are new enough that snow is still magical. When she’s not writing, she’s reading, sleeping, gaming, or designing graphics.

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We’re celebrating the release of The Guy on the Right by Kate Stewart! Fall in love with Theo and Laney today!

Blurb:

Strike One-My mother named me Theodore after her favorite chipmunk.

Not cool, Mom.

I‘ve spent most of my life answering to Teddy, because I couldn’t make Theo work.

Except for here. College. The place where all bets are off, and I’ve managed to redeem myself.

There’s only one problem, my new roommate, Troy, is football royalty and looks like he stepped off the set of an Abercrombie shoot.

Doesn’t matter, I cook a mean breakfast for his panty parade, and we get along well.

And anyway, this year I got the girl. And she’s perfect.

That’s right. Theodore Houseman, former band geek, now marching band rock star has finally landed the girl of his dreams.

Everything is perfect.

That is, until Troy takes a good look at her.

I’m not going down without a fight. As a matter of fact, I’m not going down at all. As glorious as these days may be for my all-star roommate, Laney is my end game.

I may not know much about play strategy, but I’ve been the good guy my whole life. I’ve been listening and I know exactly what women want. Framed in a picture standing next to me, Troy may seem like Mr. Perfect, but he’s underestimating the guy on the right.

Spoiler alert: In this story, the underdog is going to win.

About the Author:

A Texas native, Kate Stewart lives in North Carolina with her husband, Nick, and her naughty beagle, Sadie. She pens messy, sexy, angst-filled contemporary romance as well as romantic comedy and erotic suspense because it’s what she loves as a reader. Kate is a lover of all things ’80s and ’90s, especially John Hughes films and rap. She dabbles a little in photography, can knit a simple stitch scarf for necessity, and on occasion, does very well at whiskey.Contact Kate- Email-authorkatestewart@gmail.com

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Title: More Than Just a Name
Author: Lynn Jaxon
Series: All for You
Genre: Contemporary Romance

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The day I found out I was pregnant should have been one of the happiest days of my life…until I went to surprise Frankie at work and found him banging his secretary on his desk. I should’ve asked for a divorce right then and there.

“Mrs. Find, you can’t go in there right now!” exclaims one of Frankie’s partners.

“It’s okay, Roscoe. He’ll forgive me once he finds out why I’m here.”

Smile on my face, I burst through the door…almost falling to my knees. Frankie has his secretary bent over his desk, pounding into her from behind. I hear him gasp as I spin and slam the door, running back down the hall and pushing the elevator button, thankful when the doors open.

I hear Frankie running down the hall toward me, still buckling his pants. “Baby, wait! I can explain!”

I stop the elevator doors just before they close. “I don’t want to hear a thing you have to say. Don’t come home tonight. I don’t want to see your cheating face.” With that, the doors slide shut.

For months afterward, Frankie put on quite a show. He acted like he was ecstatic about being a father, doing everything in his power to convince me he would never cheat on me again. Thinking of our unborn child, I gave him another chance.

He was only able to keep it in his pants for a few months. The next time I found out about him cheating, I was seven months pregnant. Of course, he had me believing it was my fault because I was fat.

I’m determined to stick to my guns this time. There is no way I’ll let him weasel his way out of this divorce. No matter what, I’m going to stand strong for Gage.

Sunny Shelly’s Review: 4 Stars

More Than Just A Name is a saccharine-sweet instalove story between a single mom and the assistant principal at her young son’s school. Of course, Meredith and Nash don’t KNOW that they have that connection when they first meet while he’s dancing at a male revue club. Just filling in for his sick brother, natch. And she’s celebrating her divorce. There’s an instant connection just between their eyes (he’s wearing a mask!) and numbers are exchanged. Casino heiress Meredith is hesitant to do anything however, as she’s just coming off of a bad marriage where she was pretty much used for her family’s status and wealth.

Okay. I was kind of wary about that set-up, but I liked the characters enough to get over my thoughts of “What is she thinking?” Nash was a sweetheart, and really would do anything for Meredith and Gage. Like keep her dirtbag ex-husband far, far away from them. As sweet as their romance is (not clean, though! There are some sexy times!), there is also a bunch of drama thanks to her ex, and Nash gets to play White Knight in a spectacular way. And prove to Meredith that she’s more than just her well-known last name.

If you want an easy poolside read, definitely check this out. I read it in an afternoon, around parenting duties. It’s a light and easy read, not too deep, with just the right amount of drama. I received an advanced copy and voluntarily left a review.

Lynn Jaxon lives with her husband and three children in Arkansas. She graduated in 1994 from the University of Central Arkansas. When she’s not writing, she is spending time with her husband, children and grandchildren, reading in a bubble bath or running with her crazy dog.

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