The Locker Room by Meghan Quinn

Release Date: June 20th

Genre: Contemporary Romance

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Blurb:

Have you heard the rumor around campus about the locker room?

If you haven’t, let me enlighten you: Legend has it if you bring a girl into the sacred after-game domain of the baseball locker room, it will end with a walk down the aisle. One rowdy and naked encounter against the lockers with the girl of your dreams will make her your wife.

Translation: baseball players are stupidly superstitious and believe the locker room has magical powers.

But not all baseball players are superstitious, me included.

So when the girl I’ve fallen for brushes me off, I start to question if I need to switch my way of thinking. Maybe it’s time I finally hand out a coveted invitation to the locker room.

The only question is, will she accept?

Excerpt:

This map is useless.

Easy to read, my ass. I need a magnifying glass to make out any of the color-coded buildings on this thing and unfortunately, I left my magnifying glass in my other skirt. That was sarcasm, if you didn’t catch it.

Standing next to a wonky-looking tree, I try to act as casual as possible—hip popped out, interested glances, the usual—as I hide a school map beneath the pages of Pride and Prejudice , while off-handedly looking for the MacMillan building. But the wind—though subtle—isn’t making things easy.

Recently transferred from Cal State, Fullerton, I’m attempting to avoid making a fool of myself on the first day of fall classes at my new school, Brentwood University.

Unfortunately, I’m way out of my element.

For one, I know nothing about this school other than they have the best library sciences program in the country. Making the transfer a no-brainer for me the minute I realized I wanted to be a librarian. I dabbled in business at Cal State, but who was I kidding? I had no right trying to figure out micro-and macroeconomics.

A California girl through and through, Illinois is nothing like the palm trees and beaches I’ve grown up with. Don’t get me wrong, there are trees here, huge, plush, green trees everywhere, the kind of trees Bob Ross made dance on his canvas. But the smog . . . I have no idea where that is. Breathing fresh air almost feels wrong. And apparently pizza is a big deal here. I’ve heard at least three separate arguments since I’ve moved about which pizza in town is best. Let’s all be friends and be grateful there is good pizza here.

And even though this is a “small” school town outside Chicago, it’s larger than life with boisterous personalities and ivy-covered buildings that cause me to believe I’m walking on the hallowed grounds where the prosperous were educated.

Plus, I had to buy leggings for all my skirts, because the temperature doesn’t call for bare legs out here.

The wind picks up again, lifting my skirt and map at the same time. Not wanting to be known as the resident flasher on campus, I save the skirt—because even though I have leggings, I chose not to wear them today—and tamp it back down on my legs as the map lifts from my book, floats into the air, twirling and swirling only to smack a passing guy right in the face.

Whap .

“What the—?” He startles and I jump into action.

“I’m so sorry,” I say, scrambling to hold my skirt down while clutching my parted book at my chest.

The map is slowly peeled away and a pair of beautiful light blue eyes peek past the paper first, followed by the sharpest jawline I’ve ever seen, defined and tense. Light scruff matches his dirty-blond hair that is swept to the left and cut short on the sides. Dressed in a green Brentwood baseball sweatshirt and wearing a jaw-dropping smile, he chuckles and hands me the map while eyeing me up and down.

Why is he so familiar?

Those eyes.

“Not a problem, but you could have asked for help if you were lost. Slapping me with a map is an aggressive tactic, effective, but aggressive.”

That voice, that smirk. I know it from somewhere.

Feeling a light blush creep up my cheeks, I say, “Not used to the wind.”

He nods and thumbs behind him. “Lake Michigan. It’s a bitch in the winter.” He studies me for a second and then nods at my map. “Where you headed? I can help.” There is the smallest southern drawl in his voice, nothing strong, but enough to tell me he’s not from Illinois.

I know that voice. I remember specifically thinking it was hot.

Tamping down my map and folding it in my book that I snap shut quickly, I say, “I promised I’d figure this all out on my own, but looks like I might need a little help after all.”

“Don’t blame yourself; this campus is a maze with no rhyme or reason. I was lost my entire first semester. Can’t tell you how many times I was late to class.”

“That’s reassuring.”

He tilts his head to the side and gives me a small once-over. “I know you.” I don’t say anything and just as his eyes land on my chest, a smile creeps over his face, a light bulb lighting in his head. “You’re the girl who helped me find my room on Saturday.”

Oh.

Shit.

It’s the yellow-door baseball guy.

He leans forward, hands stuffed in his pockets and says, “I never forget a good pair of tits.”

As if I wasn’t blushing enough already.

Sunny Shelly’s Review: 5 Forever Oreos

Holy Oreos! The Locker Room had me laughing so hard — and then crying. From the first moment they met, Knox and Emory had my heart.

Emory has some major walls around her heart, due to a past relationship gone bad. Knox is completely smitten, but agrees to just be friends. So he can wear her down, perhaps! Little by little, Knox proves to Emory that he’s nothing like her ex, and shows her how she should be treated, revered and worshipped.

What I really loved about The Locker Room is that Em and Knox have a no-sex bet. I can’t remember the last time I read a college-set YA book where the H/h are purposely not having sex! But that device works so incredibly well in this story. Not only does it lead to some hot dry-humping scenes, but the build-up and anticipation was just about killing me! But it also leads to some incredibly sweet and romantic moments. The scene where Knox takes care of her when she’s suffering from a migraine? Swoon!

And then… this book slayed me. I wanted to throw my kindle and yell at Meghan for pulling such a stunt. Was I really reading that they way it happened? MQ has a great way of using text messages in her book to show the evolution of a relationship, but in The Locker Room, she uses the exchanges to show the decline between Knox and Emory. Everything they promised wouldn’t happen did, all of the rules they wrote down were broken.

When they finally find their way back to one another, it is magical. Once they move past the anger and rage and hurt, the reunion is worth every bit of the wait.

The secondary characters — both Knox and Em’s friends — are entertaining, and left me hoping that we will see them be the focus of their own books. Heck, I’d even love to see Knox’s mom find a guy. The woman is hysterical! And there’s a great wink to sports agent Roark from MQ’s Diary Of A Bad Boy!

The entire time I was reading The Locker Room, I was wondering when the heck Knox would take Emory there. And when he finally — FINALLY — does, it’s at the perfect moment to seal the deal on their relationship. I absolutely adored this book! I received an advanced copy and voluntarily left a review.

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USA Today Bestselling Author, wife, adoptive mother, and peanut butter lover. Author of romantic comedies and contemporary romance, Meghan Quinn brings readers the perfect combination of heart, humor, and heat in every book.

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Handle With Care, an all-new romantic comedy from New York Times bestselling author Helena Hunting is coming August 27th, and we have a sneak peek!

HE WANTS TO LOSE CONTROL.

Between his parents’ messed up marriage and his narcissistic younger brother, Lincoln Moorehead has spent the majority of his life avoiding his family. After the death of his father, Lincoln finds himself in the middle of the drama. To top it all off, he’s been named CEO of Moorehead Media, much to his brother’s chagrin. But Lincoln’s bad attitude softens when he meets the no-nonsense, gorgeous woman who has been given the task of transforming him from the gruff, wilderness guy to a suave businessman

SHE’S TRYING TO HOLD IT TOGETHER.

Wren Sterling has been working double time to keep the indiscretions at Moorehead Media at bay, so when she’s presented with a new contract, with new responsibilities and additional incentives, she agrees. Working with the reclusive oldest son of a ridiculously entitled family is worth the hassle if it means she’s that much closer to pursuing her own dreams. What Wren doesn’t expect is to find herself attracted to him, or for it to be mutual. And she certainly doesn’t expect to fall for Lincoln. But when a shocking new Moorehead scandal comes to light, she’s forced to choose between her own family and the broody, cynical CEO.

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Excerpt from Chapter One

Chapter One

What Have I Gotten Myself into?

Wren

I slip onto the empty bar stool beside the lumberjack mountain man who looks like he tried to squeeze himself into a suit two sizes too small. He’s intimidatingly broad and thick, with long dark hair that’s been pulled up into a haphazard man bun thing. His beard is a hipster’s wet dream. His scowl, however, makes him about as approachable as a rabid porcupine. And yet, here I am, sidling up next to him.

He glances at me, eyes bleary and not really tracking. He quickly focuses on his half-empty glass again. Based on the slump of his shoulders and the uncoordinated way he picks up his glass and tips it toward his mouth, I’m guessing he’s pretty hammered. I order a sparkling water with a dash of cranberry juice and a lime.

What I could really use is a cup of lavender-mint tea and my bed, but instead, I’m sitting next to a drunk man in his thirties. My life is extra glamorous, obviously. And no, I’m not an escort, but at the moment I feel like my morals are on the same kind of slippery slope.

“Rough day?” I ask, nodding to the bottle that’s missing more than half its contents. It was full when he sat down at the bar an hour ago. Yes, I’ve been watching him the entire time, waiting for an opportunity to make my move. While he’s been sitting here, he’s turned down two women, one in a dress that could’ve doubled as a disco ball and the other in a top so low-cut, I could almost see her navel.

“You could say that,” he slurs. He props his cheek on his fist, eyes almost slits. I can still make out the vibrant blue hue despite them being nearly closed. They move over me, assessing. I’m wearing a conservative black dress with a high neckline and a hem that falls below my knees. Definitely not nearly as provocative as Disco Ball or Navel Lady.

“That solving your problems?” I give him a wry grin and tip my chin in the direction of his bottle of Johnnie.

His gaze swings slowly to the bottle. It gives me a chance to really look at him. Or what I can see of his face under his beard, anyway.

“Nah, but it helps quiet down all the noise up here.” He taps his temple and blurts, “My dad died.”

I put a hand on his forearm. It feels awkward, and creepy on my part since its half-genuine, half-contrived comfort. “I’m so sorry.”

He glances at my hand, which I quickly remove, and refocuses on his drink. “I should be sorry too, but I think he was mostly an asshole, so the world might be better off without him.” He attempts to fill his glass again, but his aim is off, and he pours it on the bar instead. I rush to lift my purse and grab a handful of napkins to mop up the mess.

“I’m drunk,” he mumbles.

“Well, I’m thinking that might’ve been the plan, considering the way you’re sucking that bottle back. I’m actually surprised you didn’t ask for a straw in the first place. Might be a good idea to throw a spacer [CD3] in there if you want tomorrow morning to suck less.” I push my drink toward him, hoping he doesn’t send me packing like he did the other women who approached him earlier.

He narrows his eyes at my glass, suspicious, maybe. “What is that?”

“Cranberry and soda.”

“No booze?”

“No booze. Go ahead. You’ll thank me in the morning.”

He picks up the glass and pauses when it’s an inch from his mouth. His eyes crinkle, telling me he’s smiling under that beard. “Does that mean Imma wake up with you beside me?”

I cock a brow. “Are you propositioning me?”

“Shit, sorry.” He chugs the contents of my glass. “I was joking. Besides, I’m so wasted, I can barely remember my name. Pretty sure I’d be useless in bed tonight. I should stop talkin’.” He scrubs a hand over his face and then motions to me. “I wouldn’t proposition you.”

I’m not sure how to respond. I go with semi-affronted, since it seems like somewhat of an insult. “Good to know.”

“Dammit. I mean, I think you might be hot. You look hot. I mean attractive. I think you’re pretty.” He tips his head to the side and blinks a few times. “You have nice eyes, all four of them are lovely.”

This time I laugh—for real—and point to the bottle. “I think you might want to tell your date you’re done for the night.”

He blows out a breath and nods. “You might be right.” He makes an attempt to stand, but as soon as his feet hit the floor, he stumbles into me and grabs my shoulders to steady himself. “Whoa. Sorry. Yup, I’m definitely drunk.” His face is inches from mine, breath smelling strongly of alcohol. Beyond that, I get a whiff of fresh soap and a hint of aftershave. He lets go of my shoulders and takes an unsteady step back. “I don’t usually do this.” He motions sloppily to the bottle. “Mostly I’m a three drink max guy.”

“I think losing your father makes this condonable.” I slide off my stool. Despite being tall for a woman, and wearing heels, he still manages to be close to a head taller than me.

“Yeah, maybe, but I still think I might regret it tomorrow.” He’s incredibly unsteady, swaying while standing in place. I take the opportunity for what it is and thread my arm through his, leading him away from the bar. “Come on, let’s get you to the elevator before you pass out right here.”

He nods, then wobbles a bit, like moving his head has set him off balance. “That’s probably a good idea.”

He leans into me as we weave through the bar and stumbles on the two stairs leading to the foyer. There’s no way I’ll be able to stop him if he goes down, but I drape one of his huge arms over my shoulder anyway, and slip my own around his waist, guiding him in a mostly straight line to the elevators.

“Which floor are you on?” I ask.

“Penthouse.” He drops his arm from my shoulder and flings it out, pointing to the black doors at the end of the hall. “Jesus, I feel like I’m on a boat.”

“It’s probably all the alcohol sloshing around in your brain.” I take his elbow again, helping him stagger the last twenty feet to the dedicated penthouse elevator.

He stares at the keypad for a few seconds, brow pulling into a furrow. “I can’t remember the code. It’s thumbprint activated though too.” He stumbles forward and presses his forehead against the wall, then tries to line up his thumb with the sensor, but his aim is horrendous and he keeps missing.

I settle a hand on his very firm forearm. This man is built like a tank. Or a superhero. For a moment, I reconsider what I’m about to do, but he seems pretty harmless and ridiculously hammered, so he shouldn’t pose a threat. I’m also trained in self-defense, which would fall under the by any means necessary umbrella. “Can I help?”

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The Man I Need (Ward Duet #2) by Shanora Williams
Release Date: June 13th

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Blurb:
There are things that women want, and things that women need.
I know deep down, with every fiber in my body, that I need Mr. Ward.

He started out as my landscape designer, but became so much more.
Now, my life is on the line while living with the devil himself. I have been torn down and broken, and I don’t think I can take anymore.

The man I need was never the one I married.
No, the man I need is the one I was never supposed to have. He’s the one who showed me gentleness, kindness, and true love.

Ward would put up a fight for me at any cost.
I know for a fact, I could be so much happier with him…

But when I come face-to-face with reality, I’m not sure if I’m brave enough to risk it all for someone I’ve just met, even if it seems like Mr. Ward and I are a match made in heaven.

Excerpt
When I hear a door slam upstairs, I weakly push up to a stand. I sniffle loudly as I clean up the broken shards from the glass, careful not to cut myself with any of it. I wipe up the water and spaghetti next, leaving the stained red rag in the sink.

Turning toward the double doors, I draw in a shaky breath and push them open. I walk out, crossing the patio to get to the gate that leads to the beach.

I don’t know why, but I feel numb now. My mind is reeling, but my body moves, doing its own thing.

Wrapping my arms around myself as soon as my feet hit the sand, I walk close to the shoreline and finally, my mind syncs with my body.

I break down, knees hitting the gravelly sand as my face lands in my hands.

I’m not sure how long I cry, sob after sob taking over me, but when I stop, the sunset that was just ahead of me is barely visible now.

Sunny Shelly’s Review: 4 Stars

The Man I Need is the second book in a duet, and picks up right where The Man I Can’t Have left off with a shocking cliffhanger. So stop right now, and go read that book first.

Poor Gabby has been through so much. And despite everything working against them, Marcel is so patient and kind and supportive. The man she needs is the man she shouldn’t have. Cheating is usually a non-starter for me, but that is such a part of Gabby and Marcel’s forbidden story that I just had to accept it and move on. The cheating does not happen just for the sake of cheating, because Gabby’s story as a victim of domestic abuse is so much more intense than that.

This book definitely has some triggers, but the story is beautifully written and intense and raw and extremely emotional.

I received an advanced copy and voluntarily left a review.

About the Author:
Shanora Williams is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author who loves writing about flawed heroes and resilient heroines. She is a believer that love outweighs all, but doesn’t have a problem making her characters fight for their happily ever after.

She currently lives in Charlotte, North Carolina and is the mother of two amazing boys, has a fiercely devoted and supportive husband, and is a sister to eleven.

When she isn’t writing, she’s spending time with her family, binge reading, or running marathons on Netflix while scarfing down chocolate chip cookies.

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Today we have the blog tour of SOUR by Jennifer Woodhull! Check it out and grab your copy now!

Title: SOUR

Author: Jennifer Woodhull

Genre: Romantic Comedy

About SOUR:

Tall, handsome, and eternally optimistic Noah has dated a string of gorgeous women. His best friend Elle has outlasted them all. Of course, he has no idea she’s been in love with him for years. Why would he? It’s not like she’s going to tell him. After all, she’s short and awkward, and as he’s fond of reminding her, has a sour disposition.

When Elle takes off on her annual ten-day vacation with her family, Noah comes to a startling realization. She’s the woman who is by his side day in and day out, whose office is across the hall, and whose house is around the corner. She has called him on his shit when he gets too cocky, and he has held her in her arms when her heart was broken. Absence must make the heart grow fonder because while she’s in Germany with her parents, he realizes that everything he has ever wanted was right there all along. Now he’s on a mission to make her realize that romance won’t ruin their friendship, but platonic friendship is ruining their relationship.

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We all need moments of escape. With all the demands on us day in and day out, we each need something just for ourselves. Perhaps nothing provides a private moment – a brief respite from every day – like escaping into a great story. When you pick up one of my books I hope you find that place that you can escape to. Explore the streets of Paris with new heroines or fly around the world to reclaim your lost love with a favorite hero. Whether it’s the romance that takes your breath away or those climactic encounters that make your pulse race, I hope you find that solitary moment of enjoyment while lost in one of my stories.

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Today we have the blog tour for Sophia Knightly’s SCENT FOR LOVE! Check it out and be sure to grab your copy of this fun romantic comedy today!

Title: Scent for Love

Author: Sophia Knightly

Genre: Contemporary Romance/Romantic Comedy

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He’s hotter than a chili pepper. She’s icy champagne. A combination ready to combust…

All Gabe Falcon wants is to open a successful and trendy restaurant on the posh side of Naples, Florida. What he doesn’t expect is to get a glamorous and feisty neighbor who keeps him on his toes, challenging him at every turn.

Upscale perfumer Lily Marlowe, just back from Paris, creates custom fragrances for Naples’ elite. And the last thing she needs is the spicy aromas of Gabe’s mouth-watering dishes overpowering her fragrances and turning away customers. But she doesn’t expect her business rival to present her with a tempting proposition that makes her reserve falter.

The more she gets to know Gabe, the harder it is for Lily to distance herself. Their chemistry is explosive and as his tender pursuit breaks through her barriers, she grapples with an intense longing she is powerless to resist. Torn between her desire and her business, can Lily trust Gabe when the unimaginable occurs?

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EXCERPT

When they reached her front door, Lily took off his jacket and handed it to him reluctantly. “Thanks. I won’t be needing this anymore.”

Gabe’s gaze lowered to the front of her dress. She looked down and heat flooded her face. The damp silk molded her breasts and pebbled nipples like a second skin. He rubbed her arms, and the feel of his hard palms on her skin made her breath catch. She gazed into his midnight eyes as a spark ignited inside her. She hadn’t felt a man’s touch in a long time and suddenly ached with yearning.

He inched closer and tucked an errant strand of her hair behind her ear. “I’m sorry about your dress. I hope it isn’t ruined. Send me the dry-cleaning bill.”

“That’s not necessary,” she protested softly. She stood very still. His dark eyes pinned her with desire, and she couldn’t move an inch.

His gaze lowered to her mouth, then flickered to her eyes. She licked her lips and waited, breath suspended as her heartbeat quickened.

His fingers trailed along her jaw as he cupped it and leaned forward. “So soft,” he murmured. He kissed her cheeks and the corners of her mouth before his lips captured hers. She rose on her tiptoes to meet his kiss. He wrapped his arm around her waist and drew her forward, holding her close.

Lily’s heart thumped so loudly, she was certain he could hear it. She could barely breathe, let alone think. All she wanted was for him to kiss her again and again. She was stunned by her immediate reaction to him as her body heated with desire.

“I want to taste you,” he murmured between nibbling kisses. His tongue teased the seam of her lips, and she parted them instantly, welcoming the intimate invasion of his tongue. His kiss was gentle, but commanding. Bold, and she didn’t want to stop him. He deepened the kiss and her body went limp. She clutched his shoulders as his tongue and lips pleasured her.

“You taste sweet. Like berries and champagne.”

“Mmm,” she sighed into his mouth as the last shred of reserve melted away. “You taste like tequila. And you smell divine. Vetiver by Guerlain?” she whispered.

Surprised, he drew back and studied her eyes. “Yes, how did you guess?”

“I have a highly trained nose.”

He kissed the tip of her nose. “Do you now?”

Basking in the haze of his attraction, her lips lifted lazily. “I spent six months in Paris refining my sense of smell.”

“Among other things,” he murmured, depositing a kiss on her neck.

She shivered and pulled away. “What do you mean?”

He smiled. “I think you’re classy and beautiful.” He took her hand and placed an open-mouthed kiss in the center of her palm, sending tingles straight to her toes. She closed her eyes and moaned as a quiver wracked her.

He groaned low in his throat, a sound so raw and sexy, her eyes flew open. Blowing out a harsh breath, he released her and put some distance between them.

Frowning slightly, she stared at his mouth. “Why did you—”

“Stop?” he finished ruefully. “Because you’re tipsy, and I’d better go before I stop being a gentleman.” He pinched her chin and held her gaze. “Let me make this evening up to you.”

“How?” She held her breath.

“A real date. Have dinner with me.”

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About Sophia Knightly:

New York Times & USA Today bestselling author of contemporary romance novels, Sophia Knightly, loves to transport readers from everyday life into happily ever afters. A BookBub featured author, her modern novels feature hot alpha heroes and strong smart women and are laced with humor, international appeal and a dash of glamour.

Her popular Tropical Heat Series and Heartthrob Series books have consistently been on bestseller lists and continue to grow in readership.

Sophia is passionate about writing books that end with a sigh and a smile. She loves traveling, foodie adventures, and appreciates the arts in all forms.

One of her favorite pastimes remains simply watching people, especially those in love!

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