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.

Grab your Copy Today:

Amazon | iBooks | Google Play | Barnes & Noble | Kobo

About the Author:

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.

Connect with Jennifer:

Website | Instagram | Facebook | Twitter | Goodreads | Amazon | BookBub

Enter Jennifer’s Giveaway:

a Rafflecopter giveaway

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

About Scent for Love:

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?

BEACH READ SERIES

Grill Me, Baby – Book 1

Blame it on Romeo – Book 2 (previously Paging Dr. Hot)

Scent for Love – Book 3

Grab Your Copy Today:

Kindle | Apple | Nook | Google | Kobo | Goodreads

Check out the Scent for Love Playlist

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.”

Catch Up on the Series of Standalone Romances Now!

GRILL ME, BABY (Beach Read, Book 1)

Amazon US | Amazon UK | iBooks | Nook | Google | Kobo

BLAME IT ON ROMEO (Beach Read, Book 2)

Kindle | Nook | Apple Books | Google Play | Kobo

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!

Connect with Sophia:

Website | Facebook | Instagram | Twitter | Pinterest | YouTube Channel | Newsletter signup

Enter Sophia’s Giveaway:

a Rafflecopter giveaway

On the Rocks by Kandi Steiner

Release Date: June 13, 2019

On the Rocks, an all-new standalone contemporary romance by Kandi Steiner.

Noah Becker is nothing but trouble.

That’s what Mama told me when I was a kid, kicking his pew in church and giggling at the games we’d play. It’s what the town said when his father died and the Becker brothers went wild.

And it’s on repeat in my mind the day I walk into the whiskey distillery where he works to buy a wedding gift for my fiancé.

He’s trouble.

Dirty, sweaty, rude trouble.

No matter how many times I repeat it, I can’t escape Noah in our small Tennessee town. And the more I run into him, the more he infuriates me. Because he sees what no one else does.

He sees me—the real me.

The me I’m not sure I’m allowed to be.

I’m Ruby Grace Barnett, the mayor’s daughter. Soon to be a politician’s wife, just like Mama and Daddy always wanted. Soon to fulfill my family’s legacy, just like I always knew I would.

Until the boy everyone warned me about makes me question everything, like whether the wedding I’m planning is one I even want.

Everyone said Noah Becker was nothing but trouble.

If only I had listened.

A stand-alone, contemporary romance.

Sunny Shelly’s Review: 5 Stars

Good God, this book! On The Rocks is another fantastic, angst-filled second-chance romance from Kandi Steiner. Just like A Love Letter To Whiskey, On The Rocks gave me that gut-punch, all the feels, as I thought “will they, or won’t they?”

Ruby and Noah were magic. They got each other in a way that nobody else does. He knows the real her, and he doesn’t let her forget it. There is so much history between these two, and KS does a great job of bring that out in their current relationship. A big pet peeve of mine is being told, not shown, that something is happening. But KS shows us it all. The good, the bad and the ugly when it comes to Ruby and Noah.

On The Rocks is a perfect title. Not just for the whiskey relation, but Ruby’s life is on the rocks, her relationship with Noah, her relationship with her family gets rocky… I love when a title clicks that way with the rest of the story.

If you want lots of feels, some great swoon, and a meant-for-each-other second-chance romance, then pick up On The Rocks and prepare for your next book hangover.

I received an advanced copy and voluntarily left a review.

Download your copy today or read FREE in Kindle Unlimited!

Amazon US: https://amzn.to/2KfzmD4

Amazon Worldwide: http://mybook.to/OnTheRocks

Add to GoodReads: http://bit.ly/2Keav1w

Excerpt:

I watched from the sidelines as Betty schooled Noah on the final dance scene from the classic movie — and one of her favorites. Noah, bless his heart, took it in stride. He held her hands, spun her gently, even went under water completely to give Betty some sort of “lift” that made her feel like Jennifer Grey.

That was when her smile was the largest — her eyes closed, face cast upward, arms out in the same iconic flight stance that the actress had done.

If I wasn’t laughing so hard, I might have cried at the sentiment.

After a dozen more run throughs, Betty called for a break, and the two of them swam up to the side of the pool where I sat. Betty took the lemonade I offered her, sipping and hollering across the pool at Mr. Buchanan — who was seated under the umbrellas. Noah rested his arms on the concrete edge, crossing them and resting his head on his forearm before he peered up at me through lashes still dripping with water.

His eyes were an endless blue, the light from the pool reflecting off them like a tropical dream.

“Enjoying your entertainment this afternoon, Miss. Barnett?”

I bit my lip against a smile. “Very much so, Mr. Becker. I never knew you were such a great dancer.”

“Oh, you should see me on the actual dance floor. I can two step and waltz and cha cha with the best of them. And don’t even get me started on what happens when ‘Watermelon Crawl’ comes on.”

“I’m sure it’s quite entertaining,” I mused, still dangling my feet in the cool water.

“When do I get to see your dance moves?”

I barked out a laugh at that. “Um, that would be approximately… never.”

“Never?” he asked, popping his head up off his arms with a look of injustice. “But you’ve seen all my moves, now. I show you mine, you show me yours. Isn’t that the deal?”

“I never agreed to that.”

He narrowed his eyes, running his forefinger and thumb over the stubble on his chin before he nodded. “I see…” Then, a wicked gleam came over those blue steel eyes, and before I could so much as scream, his hand wrapped around my wrist, tugging forward until I was off the ledge and under water.

I popped up instantly, not even able to open my eyes against the chlorine yet before I was swinging at him. “Noah!”

He laughed, catching my advances easily and pulling me into him. I blinked several times, shaking the drops from my eyes before I glared up at him.

“You jerk. Mama’s going to kill me for ruining my hair.”

“Mama will live,” he said, and then one arm wrapped around my waist, the other taking my hand in a leading position. “Now, let’s dance, little lady.”

With one pull of my hand and push of my hip, I spun away from him, reeling back in like a yo-yo and falling in line with his steps before I realized what was happening. Surprise ripped through me, brows shooting up to my hairline as he somehow managed to smoothly twirl me around that metaphorical dance floor even with water hitting us waist deep. My feet felt sluggish, the moves slower than if we were in boots on a hardwood floor, but somehow, that made it even more fun.

I laughed and laughed as he danced me around — until he had the bright idea to flip me like a swing dancer. I emerged from the water beating on his chest again, which just made him laugh harder. And when we were breathless, Noah tugged me to the side of the pool again.

“Thank you for the dance,” he said, both of us still breathing heavily as he wrapped his strong, rugged hands around my waist. For a moment, he just held them there, the rough pad of his thumbs smoothing over my exposed hip bones. My smile fell, chest still heaving as my eyes slipped to his lips.

I didn’t know why I looked at them.

I didn’t know why I couldn’t look away.

Noah swallowed, tightening his grip on my hips before he lowered in the water a little and helped push me back up onto the edge of the pool where I’d been seated before. Once I was steady, he released his hold on me, backing away with a distant look in his eyes that I couldn’t decipher before he tore them from me and looked at Betty, instead.

About Kandi:

Kandi Steiner is a bestselling author and whiskey connoisseur living in Tampa, FL. Best known for writing “emotional rollercoaster” stories, she loves bringing flawed characters to life and writing about real, raw romance — in all its forms. No two Kandi Steiner books are the same, and if you’re a lover of angsty, emotional, and inspirational reads, she’s your gal.

An alumna of the University of Central Florida, Kandi graduated with a double major in Creative Writing and Advertising/PR with a minor in Women’s Studies. She started writing back in the 4th grade after reading the first Harry Potter installment. In 6th grade, she wrote and edited her own newspaper and distributed to her classmates. Eventually, the principal caught on and the newspaper was quickly halted, though Kandi tried fighting for her “freedom of press.” She took particular interest in writing romance after college, as she has always been a diehard hopeless romantic, and likes to highlight all the challenges of love as well as the triumphs.

When Kandi isn’t writing, you can find her reading books of all kinds, talking with her extremely vocal cat, and spending time with her friends and family. She enjoys live music, traveling, anything heavy in carbs, beach days, movie marathons, craft beer, and sweet wine — not necessarily in that order.

Connect with Kandi:

Mailing List: bit.ly/NewsletterKS

Facebook: facebook.com/kandisteiner

Facebook Reader Group: (Kandiland): facebook.com/groups/kandischasers

Instagram: www.instagram.com/kandisteiner

Twitter: twitter.com/kandisteiner

Pinterest: pinterest.com/kandicoffman

Website: www.kandisteiner.com

Kandi Steiner may be coming to a city near you! Check out her “events” tab to see all the signings she’s attending in the near future:

www.kandisteiner.com/events

“Aly Martinez is one of the best in the business. You have to read her books.” –Meghan March, New York Times Bestselling Author

Written With You, the emotional and highly anticipated conclusion to The Regret Duet from USA Today bestselling author Aly Martinez, is available now!

When I was fifteen, a single bullet changed my life. I spent the next decade trying to outrun the devastation of my past, building an empire that would shield me from whatever life could throw at me.

But all the money in the world couldn’t help me when I found a screaming newborn abandoned on my doorstep.

I’d never wanted to be a father. Passing the sludge that ran through my veins down to an innocent child seemed like a tragedy. But there she was—pink cheeks, red hair, and mine.

Somehow, against all logic, that little girl became the best thing that ever happened to me. It was impossible to stay lost in the past when I was the only one who could protect her future.

Which is exactly why, when her mother came back four years later, I was ready for battle.

If only I could stop myself from falling in love with her during the war.

Download your copy today or read FREE in Kindle Unlimited!

Amazon: https://amzn.to/2VMEV1Z

Amazon Worldwide: http://mybook.to/WWY

Add to Goodreads: http://bit.ly/2WkaS16

Sunny Shelly’s Review: 5 Stars

An epic conclusion to the Regret Duet! Aly Martinez knocked it out of the park with this set!

Aside from the prologue, which gives a bit more backstory to Hadley and her sister’s relationship, this Written With You picks up right after that helluva cliffhanger in Written With Regret. It’s hard to write what I really want to say without giving away some pretty major info. So I’ll just say that Cavan and this woman have an incredible connection. Their souls are bonded to one another, and they get each other on a level that nobody else can possibly understand.

There are some pretty major mistakes/lies that she tells, especially when it comes to the baby that had been left on Cavan’s doorstep four years earlier. But those lies that she told really force him to take a long, hard look at himself in a mirror. How can he blame her for the sins of her past when he had some pretty major skeletons in his own closet?

The twists and turns that this story takes I did not see coming. There are some shocking moments that left me speechless, but after all of that, there is so much healing that happens, and a wonderful HEA that left a smile on my face.

I received an advanced copy and voluntarily left a review.

Start the duet today with Written With Regret

Amazon: https://amzn.to/2JrOywh

Amazon Worldwide: http://mybook.to/WWR

Add to Goodreads: http://bit.ly/2IOYdg5

Every little girl dreams of the fairytale. The one where the white knight rushes in to save her from the clutches of evil. They fall in love, have babies, and live happily ever after.

By that definition, my life should have been a fairytale too.

When I was eight years old, Caven Hunt saved me from the worst kind of evil to walk the Earth. It didn’t matter that I was a kid. I fell in love with him all the same.

But that was where my fairytale ended.

Years later, a one-night stand during the darkest time imaginable gave us a little girl. It was nothing compared to the pitch black that consumed me when I was forced to leave her with Caven for good.

At the end of every fairytale, the happily-ever-after is the one thing that remains consistent. It wasn’t going to be mine, but there hadn’t been a night that passed where I hadn’t prayed that it would be hers.

I owed Caven my life.

However, I owed that innocent child more.

And that included ripping the heart from my chest and facing her father again.

About Aly

Originally from Savannah, Georgia, USA Today bestselling author Aly Martinez now lives in South Carolina with her husband and four young children.

Never one to take herself too seriously, she enjoys cheap wine, mystery leggings, and olives. It should be known, however, that she hates pizza and ice cream, almost as much as writing her bio in the third person.

She passes what little free time she has reading anything and everything she can get her hands on, preferably with a super-sized tumbler of wine by her side.

Connect with Aly

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/AuthorAlyMartinez/

Twitter: https://twitter.com/AlyMartinezAuth

Amazon: https://amzn.to/2We92eT

BookBub: http://bit.ly/2V32S4B

GoodReads: http://bit.ly/2UKGUOM

Facebook Reader Group: http://bit.ly/2DEpPAh

Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/authoralymartinez/

Website: https://alymartinez.com/

Stay up to date with Aly by signing up for her mailing list today:

http://bit.ly/2WnkxjS

Making Up, an all-new laugh-out-loud romantic comedy standalone from New York Times bestselling author Helena Hunting is coming July 16th and we have a sneak peek!

Cosy Felton is great at her job—she knows just how to handle the awkwardness that comes with working at an adult toy store. So when the hottest guy she’s ever seen walks into the shop looking completely overwhelmed, she’s more than happy to turn on the charm and help him purchase all of the items on his list.

Griffin Mills is using his business trip in Las Vegas as a chance to escape the broken pieces of his life in New York City. The last thing he wants is to be put in charge of buying gag gifts for his friend’s bachelor party. Despite being totally out of his element, and mortified by the whole experience, Griffin is pleasantly surprised when he finds himself attracted to the sales girl that helped him.

As skeptical as Cosy may be of Griffin’s motivations, there’s something about him that intrigues her. But sometimes what happens in Vegas doesn’t always stay in Vegas and when real life gets in the way, all bets are off. Filled with hilariously awkward situations and enough sexual chemistry to power Sin City, Making Up is the next standalone in the Shacking Up world.

Pre-order your copy today!

Amazon: https://amzn.to/2GEt63s

AppleBooks: Coming Soon!

Amazon Worldwide: http://mybook.to/MakingUp

Nook: http://bit.ly/2IPLTvV

Kobo: http://bit.ly/2ZIrFcH

Google Play: http://bit.ly/2GFTD0b

Add to GoodReads: http://bit.ly/MakingUpHH

Excerpt from Chapter One

Sexy Suit

Cosy

Working in an adult toy store is the opposite of glamorous. Sure, I get a fifty-percent discount, which is a real perk, but it doesn’t offset some of the weirdness I have to deal with. Such as Eugene, one of the locals who frequents the shop on a regular basis. He came in this morning and handled all the display toys. He’s mostly harmless, but the silicone fondling is pretty high on the creepy factor. Eventually I told him I had to close up for a few minutes so I could grab lunch. The deli across the street has the best daily specials.

While I wait for my chicken shawarma, I make a mental list of all the things I need to do this afternoon: check the magazines to make sure the pages aren’t stuck together, restock the flavored lube, and wipe down everything Eugene molested with toy cleaner. Once I’ve tackled those less-than-fun chores, I can work on my assignment for my hospitality class, provided I don’t have real customers.

I glance out the window, checking to make sure Eugene isn’t loitering around in front of the store, waiting to be let back in. Sometimes he’ll stop by more than once during my shift. He’s not there—thank God—but there’s a black sports car parked in the lot. It looks nice and possibly expensive, which might mean an actual customer who will spend money.

Loki, the cashier at the deli, hands me my drinks and shawarma.

“Thanks! Have a great day!”

“You too,” Loki says to my chest.

As I leave the store, I see a man in a suit reading the sign I taped to the door. I don’t want to miss a potential customer, so I take a deep breath and mentally shift gears, putting on my best sales-person mask. I have to pretend to be a completely different person when I deal with customers, so I can get through what would otherwise be a fairly embarrassing event. Discussing the ins and outs of sex toys with strangers is not something I particularly enjoy, but it’s a paycheck, so I’ve learned to roll with it.

My root beer foams and drips down the straw while my coffee sloshes onto my hand—the lids never fit right—and my chicken shawarma dangles perilously between my pinkie and ring finger as I cross the street.

The suit doesn’t look creepy like Eugene, but then, suits can be deceiving. Half the time they think they can proposition me like a sex worker. Or they pretend the weird stuff they’re buying is a gift and not for them. Pfft. I know better.

Suit turns and heads for his car, so I call out, “Hey! You in the suit, hold on!”

His shoulders hunch, as if he’s trying to be smaller, which is physically impossible. Based on the size of him, he probably played college football. Or he has Marvel comic hero blood relatives. Either way, he’s a big dude.

He stops walking, though, which is good. I could use some sales today. The commission boost is always a plus to the shitty minimum wage. Rent is due next week, and judging by his car, he has money to burn.

My heels are skyscrapers, and everything I’m wearing is either too short or too tight to facilitate running—the Sex Toy Warehouse uniform is supposed to be sexy, aka revealing—so I awkwardly jog the rest of the way while trying to get the key to the shop out of my pocket and not drop my shawarma. The manager gave me my own set since I frequently open the store.

“Sorry to keep you waiting; plastic dicks don’t quite cut it for lunch.” Inwardly I cringe, because seriously, why did I say that?

“I would imagine they’re not all that satisfying,” he replies in a deep voice that would probably sound good whispering naughty things in my ear.

I’m not sure if he meant that suggestively or not. Regardless, I walked right into that one.

I finally look up. Dear sweet Jesus on a cloud of marshmallows, this is my lucky day. The suit is gorgeous. Like the kind of hotness that sucks the breath right out of your lungs and sends all the blood in your body rushing between your legs. It’s a good thing clits don’t react like penises, otherwise mine would be hanging out of the bottom of my shorts with excitement. I’m thankful my physical reaction is limited to damp underwear and tingles.

His dark hair is straight and cut short, parted at the side and neatly styled. He’s a cross between a mobster, and a fifties movie star. Capone and Ward Cleaver rolled together and dipped in lust. His nose is straight, lips are full, and he’s got a chin that looks like it could cut glass. His features are strong, but he somehow manages to be boyish even though everything about him screams pure, undiluted masculinity.

His tongue drags across his pillowy bottom lip and his throat bobs. I lift my gaze and meet his eyes. They’re a strange color. Not brown, not green, but some kind of honey-lemon color, ringed in emerald. Like a cat maybe.

Read the rest of Chapter One: http://bit.ly/2KO3Mf6

About the Author

New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of PUCKED, Helena Hunting lives on the outskirts of Toronto with her incredibly tolerant family and two moderately intolerant cats. She’s writes contemporary romance ranging from new adult angst to romantic sports comedy.

Connect with Helena

Instagram: http://instagram.com/helenahunting Twitter: https://twitter.com/HelenaHunting
Facebook: http://on.fb.me/Zt1xm5
Facebook Fan group: https://www.facebook.com/groups/385795934890523/
Website: http://www.helenahunting.com/

Never miss an update! Subscribe to Helena’s mailing list:
http://bit.ly/2MlRKq6

Logan Ward doesn’t want any more women in his life.

Being a football player and legal guardian to his four younger sisters means his playbook is full. However, one of them just landed in the hospital, which gives his brother the shot he needs to challenge Logan for custody.

 

Legal counsel says there’s only one thing Logan can do—find himself a wife.

Paige McKinney doesn’t always think things through.

 

Like walking away from her modeling career without a thought of what might come next. She really doesn’t think it through when she proclaims herself Logan’s fiancé at the hospital, simply because the sexy—albeit grumpy—football player forgot his cell phone at a party and security won’t let her pass. It’s not her fault it was overheard by the worst possible person.

A bargain is struck, and a fake marriage is the perfect solution. But the simple solution creates a whole new problem: they’re not as different as they seem. The reluctant groom has fire inside him, and his impetuous bride is about to light the match.

 

“… this story is a tasty recipe for sweet sports romance, that you won’t regret breaking your diet for!!” – Mells_View

 

“There is just something so completely consuming about the way this author can write a story.” – BooksandBandanas

“1000 Stars for Karla Sorensen newest book The Marriage Effect. Karla has written one masterpiece y’all are going to flip for!!” – Andrea Britton

Sunny Shelly’s Review: 5 Stars

Well, let’s see … I’m a wife and a mother. If the things that I write bring a smile to someone’s face, then I’ve done my job. I am obsessed with Outlander (both the books and the show). I’m almost exclusively a romance reader, which means some people will never consider me a literary snob. If I could meet one historical figure, it would be Jane Austen. I received my Bachelors in Public Relations and worked in health care marketing before I had my babies. I hate Twitter. I do it, but I hate it. Also, if you want to get on my good side, bring me wine and I’ll love you forever.

HOSTED BY:

28 Dates, a captivating all-new friends-to-lovers romance by Stacey Lynn is now live!

In the age of apps and social media, how many dates does it take to find “the one”? The author of Knocked Up and Fake Wife swipes right on love with a captivating friends-to-lovers tale.

Caitlin Pappas is a lifelong commitment-phobe. The closest thing she’s had to a relationship in the last few years was a friends-with-benefits thing that fizzled out because the guy wanted more. So when she and her best friend design a new app that promises to find “the one” in 28 Dates, Caitlin is the perfect guinea pig. Little does she know that she may have already met her match. . . .

Jonas Reeves has tried his best to move on after Caitlin didn’t want take things to the next level. Now they really are just friends . . . without benefits. Caitlin’s even a regular at his bar, The Dirty Martini. But when he learns that Caitlin plans to beta-test a new dating app on his home turf, Jonas senses a golden opportunity to win her heart. Even if he has to slide into her DMs to do it. . . .

Download your copy today!

Amazon US: https://amzn.to/2IsV1DS
Amazon Worldwide: https://mybook.to/28Dates
iBooks: https://apple.co/2zJHLYR
Nook: http://bit.ly/2Nf1L9b
Kobo: http://bit.ly/2NUKjMx
Google Play: http://bit.ly/2xU12Fz

Add to Goodreads: http://bit.ly/2IsKTLf

Sunny Shelly’s Review: 5 Stars

These books make me smile! 28 Dates is another standalone in the Crazy Love series from Stacey Lynn — but if you read Fake Wife, we get some catching up with Teagen and Corbin. Yay!

So the prologue starts with Jonas, after two years of being FWB with Caitlin, asking her to let him take her out on an actual date. Caitlin is carrying around some major relationship baggage thanks to her parents (pretty much thinking she’s unlovable) and isn’t interested in dating. Even though she soon realizes she’s made a huge mistake.

Six months later, Caitlin agrees to test out a new dating app that her boss/friend Trey created, hoping that she’ll get over Jonas. Meanwhile, Jonas has been dating someone else, but hasn’t gotten over Caitlin. I was so glad that he broke things off with Ashley before signing up for the app himself. Otherwise, he would have been a major d-bag and this book would have gone right down the drain. What follows is Jonas and Caitlin trying to rebuild their fractured friendship while Jonas — as Michael — is chatting with Caitlin through the app. There are clever ways that he avoids letting her know who he really is, like when “Michael” stands her up and Jonas hangs out with her at his restaurant/bar.

There’s nice growth with Caitlin as she puts on her big girl panties and realizes what a great guy Jonas is, and that she misses his friendship and company just as much as being in his bed. But will she be too late?

Overall, 28 Dates is a feel-good best friends romance. Little angst, little drama. My only complaint is that the girl on the cover is not a redhead like Caitlin. (The last Crazy Love cover did not feature a tattoo Jesus like Braxton, which bugged me while I was reading it.) And I didn’t really get the connection to the title — It doesn’t seem like Caitlin goes on 28 dates, either with Jonas or anyone else.

I’m still trying to figure out if Braxton and Cara from Knocked Up have any connection to these other characters, and I hope that Trey gets a book of his own! I received an advanced copy and voluntarily left a review.

Excerpt:

She nods against my chest and mumbles something I can’t
understand since her face is smashed to my coat. I lean back,
brushing hair off her face.
“What was that?”
Her lips pull to one side, and then she nibbles on her bottom lip. “I
asked if you wanted to come in.”
Fucking hell. She’s killing me. My hands are at the sides of her
face. “You’re drunk.”
“I’m not that drunk.”
If I wanted to be any other guy for her, hell, even how we used to
be, the answer would be so easy. My dick already thinks the
answer is obvious. I’m hard as a rock just from hugging her and
getting to hold her for the first time in so long.
“I can’t, Caitlin.”
She blinks and looks away, frowning. “I figured. Of course you
don’t.”
“Hey.” I pull her back and bend down so I’m close to her. So damn
close I could easily press my lips against her, slide my tongue into
her mouth, feel her small but strong fingers dig into my hips.
Visions and ideas of what I want to do to her body flash in my
mind so quickly I groan. “I can’t go inside with you, honey. I don’t
want to go back to what we used to have. You mean too much to
me.”
She closes her eyes, and when she opens them again, any hope or
emotion is gone. “I understand.”
She doesn’t. Caitlin can’t have any clue of what she means to me
or what I want from her, and the time for this conversation is not
when she can barely stand. But soon, very soon, because there’s no

way I can continue this charade for much longer—especially if it
means seeing her prance into Dirty’s with more guys.
Before I know it, she’s on her tiptoes, and her lips brush against
mine. I inhale the sweet scent of her perfume, and it’s impossible
to deny her.
My hands yank her to me and I step backward, pulling her into her
apartment. The door slams closed behind us, and her back is
against it. She’s already rolling her hips, and I’m swallowing her
groans as she takes mine, accepting my tongue that I slide against
her lips.
And fucking hell in a handbasket. She’s fire and ice and even
drunk she’s still the best damn kisser. It’s the kind of kiss that boils
my blood and shoots desire straight down my spine.
I pull back, breathless. “We can’t,” I say, although I’m gasping and
my hips have her pinned to the door. “I can’t do this with you,
Caitlin. Not like this.”
With secrets and uncertainties.
I press my head against her forehead even as her hands slide to my
waist. “I miss it,” she says, and it’s so sweet, so sad and faint, I
want to fall to my knees and explain everything, carry her to bed,
and make it all better.

About the Author

When Stacey Lynn isn’t conquering mountains of laundry and fighting a war against dust bunnies and cracker crumbs, you can find her playing with her children, curled up on the couch with a good book, or behind closed doors, imagining the next adventures she’ll soon write.

She lives off her daily pot of coffee, can only write with a bowlful of Skittles nearby, and has been in love with romance novels since before she could drive herself to the library.

Stacey Lynn lives with her husband and children in North Carolina.

If you would like to know more about Stacey Lynn, follow her here:

Facebook: www.facebook.com/staceylynnbooks
Twitter: @staceylynnbooks
Instagram: www.instagram.staceylynn.author
Website: http://www.staceylynnbooks.com
Stay up to date on Stacey’s latest news! Subscribe to her Newsletter today! http://www.staceylynnbooks.com/contact

ADD TO GOODREADS

Sunny Shelly’s Review: 4 Stars