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Little Lies, an all-new, angsty and emotional new adult romance from New York Times bestselling author Helena Hunting writing as H. Hunting is out now!

I don’t want you.
You mean nothing to me.
I never loved you.
I turned my words into swords.
And I cut her down.
Shoved the blade in and watched her fall.
I said I’d never hurt her, and I did.
Years later, I’m faced with all the little lies, the untruths, the false realities, the damage I inflicted, when all I wanted was to indulge my obsession.
Lavender Waters is the princess in the tower. Even her name is the thing fairy tales are made of.
I used to be the one who saved her.
Over and over again.
But I don’t want to save her anymore.
I just want to pretend the lies are still the truth.

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Excerpt

The front door swings open, and the never-ending nightmare that is this day smacks me in the face like a long-expired sausage. Kodiak stands in the doorway wearing only a pair of swim shorts, wet hair sticking out all over the place, water dripping on the damn floor. But God, is he ever glorious. Muscle layered over muscle, thick biceps flexing as he holds the doorjamb, a mischievous grin popping the dimple in his left cheek.
My heart seizes and gallops. I miss this version of him: the one that smiles and doesn’t hate me.
He ruins everything a moment later by bellowing, “Who’s fucking in the driveway?”
His gaze moves to Dylan, who looks as horrified as I feel, but as it shifts to me, his smile drops and my stomach tightens.
“You should really go,” I tell Dylan.
“I’ll see you around.” He disappears into his car and barely has the door closed before he’s backing out of the driveway and screeching down the street.
I adjust my backpack on my shoulder and head for the house, steeling my spine and my nerves because Kodiak is still standing in the middle of the doorway, his face a mask of indifference. I try to brush by him, but he stays where he is, making it impossible.
I sigh, exhausted beyond belief. I just want to go upstairs and have a good, cathartic cry. I try to mirror his apathy. “Can you move so I can get into my house?”
His brow furrows as his eyes move over my face. He lifts his hand, like maybe he’s thinking about touching me. There’s no way I can handle that. I jerk back and swat his hand away. “What are you doing?”
“Your lip is bleeding.”
“Don’t act like you actually give a shit, Kodiak.”
“Tell me what happened.” His voice is low and soft, and for whatever reason, that makes me even angrier, so I lash out, wanting to wound him the way he keeps wounding me.
“You, Kodiak. You happened, and you ruined my goddamn life. Now get the hell out of my way.” I elbow past him, almost tripping over several sets of running shoes.
I head straight for my bedroom and lock the door behind me. I slide down the wall until my butt hits the floor and close my eyes, taking deep breaths.
I imagined the concern in his voice.
I imagined the pain that sat heavy behind his eyes.
We see what we want to, not the truth, especially when it hurts.

Sunny Shelly’s Review: 4 Stars

So. Much. Angst!

It honestly took me a bit to get into Violet and Kodiak’s story. The tale goes back and forth from flashback chapters of when they were kids to their current situation in college. It’s been a few years since they’ve seen one another, and the last time they did had not ended well. There has always been an insane bond between Lav and Kody, but he pushed her away for her own kid, breaking them in the process and telling a whole lot of little lies to do it. What we get in Little Lies are two highly emotional characters with severe anxiety who relied on one another so much as children, to the point where it became crippling and toxic for their own mental health.

There were so many times that I wanted to slap Kody for being such a jerk. I really didn’t understand why he was such a bastard, but once it all clicked into place, I was so glad that he gave in to what he was feeling. What he HAD been feeling, and had known since he and Lavendar were just little kids. She was his soulmate.

Little Lies is a spinoff of a spinoff of Helena Hunting’s Pucked series and focuses on the Pucked offspring. It is a standalone, but fans of HH’s hockey series will love the references to the parents and how like them the kids are turning out to be. I loved how this large group of extended family all rallies together, and I can’t wait to see what unfolds for the various cousins in the group. Especially Lavendar’s twin, River!

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Title: Love to Hate You
Series: Hope Valley
Author: Jessica Prince

Contemporary Romance; Small Town Romance; Single Parent Romance

Micah Langford thought he was happy with his bachelor lifestyle…
until Hayden Young fell into his life and shook things up.
There’s just one problem.
The gorgeous single mother can’t stand the sight of him.

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Sometime into my second beer, Micah had suggested we move away from the bar and grab a table, something I was more than happy to do. Instead of sitting across from me, he’d taken the chair right beside mine, scooting it even closer so our knees brushed together with even a slight movement.

A couple hours later I was working my way through beer number four. My cheeks were hot, and not just from the alcohol. My head felt nice and floaty and there was a really pleasant warmth blooming beneath my skin.

At some point during our chatting, Micah had positioned himself so one of his arms was resting on the table beside mine, and every now and then he’d slowly drag his fingers across the back of my hand as he spoke, the touch barely there, as though he didn’t even realize he was doing it. If he wasn’t doing that, he was reaching out to brush my hair away from my face. Sometimes he’d tuck a lock behind my ear, dragging the pads of his fingers along the column of my neck gently before pulling back. Other times he’d simply reach out to caress the strands.

“Fuckin’ gorgeous hair, sweetheart,” he’d rumbled at one point. “And so damn soft.”

I’d nearly melted into a puddle right there in my seat.

As it was, those small touches had me riled up in a way I hadn’t experienced in a very long time. I’d been in a constant state of arousal for a while now. My nipples were so tight they ached and my panties got wetter every time he laughed or smiled at me. Hell, just the scent of his aftershave, something clean and musky, was making me lightheaded.

“So tell me something about yourself,” he insisted.

“There’s really not much to tell. I’m just a normal, boring chick,” I answered evasively, as I’d been doing every time he asked me about myself. I was in this bar in the first place because I needed an escape from the shitstorm that had become my life. I’d been in search of a reprieve from the dark, and I’d gotten just that in a very big and unexpected way with a sexy stranger. No way in hell was I putting a damper on any of that by talking about my ex-asshole.

“Somehow I doubt that very much, Red. You gotta give me something.”

I played off the fact that nickname sent a pleasurable tingle up my spine and arched a single brow as I sipped my beer. “Red?”

He grabbed another piece of my hair and gave it a playful tug. “Seems fitting. Now answer one question for me. You live around here?”

“No.” The answer fell off my tongue without any thought. It wasn’t technically a lie. Ivy and I would be moving in a matter of days, and it wasn’t like I was ever going to see this guy again. Evasion was the name of the game. “Just here for a few days for . . . work.” I lifted my beer and gulped. “You?”

“Grew up here but moved away after college. Just came back for the weekend ’cause my little sis is having a baby and the devil woman decided the shower was gonna be co-ed.”

“Ah, gotcha. So, family obligation brought you back.”

“Partly. Mostly it was the threat of death from my old man if I made my sister cry by not showing up.”

My head fell back on a long laugh. When my hilarity tapered off, I caught Micah staring at me, his green eyes flashing with heat that made my heart beat faster. I cleared my throat and teased, “So, if you’re supposed to be here for a baby shower, what are you doing in a bar?”

“Met up with some old buddies for a drink. We were just finishing up when I saw you walk in.” He leaned closer, lowering his voice as his fingers took another trip along the back of my hand. “Decided the smartest thing I could do was stick around after that.”

I was suddenly feeling lightheaded in a way that had nothing to do with the beer. The green of his eyes flashed again and his nostrils flared as he watched my lips part and my tongue peek out to swipe across the bottom one.

I’d never in my life been in a situation where I craved a man I didn’t know to the point it made me squirm. I wanted Micah in a way I hadn’t experienced in way too damn long. I’d never pictured myself as the kind of woman who could pull off a one-night stand, but the thought of missing out on this chance left a sour taste in my mouth, and the more time we spent together the more I turned that idea over in my head until it seemed like the most brilliant idea ever.

It wasn’t until my body’s unexpected reaction to him that I realized I hadn’t had sex in nearly a year. Once that little discovery pushed itself to the forefront of my mind, it was like a fire had been lit in my blood. Having sex with Micah was all I could think about.

I felt like I was someone else as I leaned forward and placed my palm on his thick, solid thigh, and I hardly recognized the throaty voice that came from my mouth as I said, “I have a room a few blocks away if you want to come back with me.”

I didn’t get that flash again, but that bright, vibrant green suddenly turned dark as he rasped, “Fuck yeah, Red. Let’s get out of here.”

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Born and raised around Houston Texas, Jessica spent most of her life complaining about the heat, humidity, and all around pain in the ass weather. It was only as an adult that she quickly realized the cost of living in Houston made up for not being able to breathe when she stepped outside. That’s why God created central air, after all.

Jessica is the mother of a perfect little boy–she refuses to accept that he inherited her attitude and sarcastic nature no matter what her husband says.

In addition to being a wife and mom, she’s also a wino, a coffee addict, and an avid lover of all types of books–romances still being her all time favs. Her husband likes to claim that reading is her obsession but she just says it’s a passion…there’s a difference. Not that she’d expect a boy to understand.

Jessica has been writing since she was a little girl, but thankfully grew out of drawing her own pictures for her stories before ever publishing her first book. Because an artist she is not.

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SEE ME AFTER CLASS by Meghan Quinn

Release Date: November 12th

Genre: Romantic Comedy

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BLURB:

“Did you have relations with my brother . . .”

Good question.

I’d like to preface this by saying it was never my intention to ever get involved in a workplace romance, let alone get involved with the most surly, agitating, and pompous man I’ve ever met who just so happens to be my new friend’s brother.

My intentions were to show students how English and reading books could actually be fun and make a new life for myself in the suburbs of Chicago.

But so far, I’ve managed to be called into the principal’s office.

Coerced into participating in the teacher’s badminton league.

And instigated into passionate fights with Arlo Turner over education and decorum while losing my underwear at the same time.

Known as Mr. Turns Me On, he’s the reason I might get fired from my first ever teaching job.

PROLOGUE:

**GREER**

“Before we get started, I’ve been told I need to ask you a question.” Stella sits cross-legged in front of me, a nervous look on her face, water in hand.

“Oh?” I ask, trying to act casual as I bring my glass of red wine to my lips. I have a scary inkling what this might be about.

She glances over at Coraline and winces. “Uh, I feel weird asking.”

Oh God . . . I was right.

Shifting, I say, “You know, we don’t have to—”

“Then why bring it up if you’re not going to propose your query?” Keiko asks impatiently while pushing her green-rimmed glasses up on her nose. “You know the frequency of these meetings is dependent upon staying within the comprehensive itinerary I composed during my lunchbreak.”

“Cool your bloomers, Keeks,” Coraline says while taking a large sip from her wine glass. “I want to know what’s making Stella so fidgety.”

The four founding members of the Ladies in Heat Book Club—aka my mismatched collection of friends—each bring diverse and unique character traits to our group.

Keiko “Keeks” Seymour—resident AP chemistry teacher at Forest Heights High School. Her social etiquette is lacking, her intelligence is off the charts, and she’d rather play with beakers than penises. She wasn’t thrilled about the book club name and made a noble attempt to explain why her suggestion, the Austen Empowerment Collaborative, was far more credible. Majority ruled, she lost.

Stella Garcia—Spanish teacher at Forest Heights and my co-coach. Currently single, makes the best tamales I’ve ever had, and is one stamp away from getting a free donut at Frankie Donuts. Can be shy at times, but when it comes to her family and friends, she doesn’t take shit from anyone. Loyal to the core, one of the reasons I adore her.

Coraline “Cora” Turner—recent divorcée and living with her brother, Arlo. Jobless at the moment and couldn’t care less about it since both she and Arlo have enough inheritance to last them a lifetime. Often annoyed by her older brother or annoying him, doesn’t partake in Twitter—says it’s a filthy pool of opinions, and is the first to offer up a bottle of wine.

Then there’s me . . .

Greer Gibson—twenty-four-year-old fresh to the teaching scene as Forest Heights’s new English teacher and women’s volleyball coach. I love running, have a penchant for a man in a cardigan, and can get a little noisy in the classroom while teaching. I currently share a classroom wall with Arlo Turner, Forest Heights most prestigious English teacher, and might have lost my underwear—

“Out with it, Stella,” Cora says, snapping at her.

“Please, so we can proceed,” Keeks says, straightening her notepad on her lap.

Stella looks me in the eyes and says, “Brock wants to know if there’s anything going on between you and Turner. Apparently, Turner won’t say a thing, but Brock thinks there’s some strong sexual tension building.”

Cora whips her head to me, her eyes wide. “Are you getting it on with my brother?”

Finger pointed in the air, Keeks leans in and says, “The proper term amongst company would be coitus.”
Rolling her eyes, Cora asks, “Did you have coitus with my brother?”

“You could also say intercourse if that amuses your jargon more,” Keeks adds. “Or copulating would be sufficient. But if you are inclined toward romantic terminology, since we are in the presence of the book club, you could say lovemaking or performing intimate acts. Although, given the circumstances of when coitus took place—in the work environment—I would deduce that your actions were performed carnally rather than with the interest of developing a devoted accord.”

“Good God, Keeks,” Cora says, irritated. “Who cares what it’s called? We just want to know if it happened.” Cora looks me in the eyes. “Did it?”

Did it . . .

Good question.

I’d like to preface this by saying it was never my intention to ever get involved in a workplace romance when I was hired at Forest Heights, let alone get involved with the most surly, agitating, and pompous man I’ve ever met.

My intentions were to show students how English and reading books could actually be fun, bring the volleyball team to a state championship, and make a new life for myself in the suburbs of Chicago.

But so far, I’ve managed to be called into the principal’s office.

Infiltrate the teachers’ athletic league.

And had passionate fights with Arlo Turner over education, decorum, and student-teacher friendships.
Not to mention I’ve lost my panties to him in my dreams more than I care to admit.

Why did this all happen?

Simple.

The man dresses in a cardigan, that’s how.

Arlo Turner. The bane of my existence, annoyance to my sanity, and the only man who’s ever made me want to spread my legs in a classroom.

He’s torn down my metaphorical walls, strapped on a cottony cardigan—pushed up the sleeves—and has driven me to the brink of insanity, so now whenever I hear the mention of his name, my legs automatically spread, and my heartrate picks up.

Known as Mr. Turns Me On, he’s the reason my star athlete is struggling to keep her grades up.

He’s the reason I tend to avoid the teacher breakroom.

And he’s the reason I might get fired from my first ever teaching job.

Sunny Shelly’s Review: 5 Stars

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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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The heart wants what it wants and mine has never stopped wanting her.

London Canterbury and I were never meant to be.

Her family was rich. She was cheer captain. The most popular girl in our school while I was the opposite. Poor, nerdy, and invisible.

Eight years ago, I kissed the hell out of her, knowing I was never going to see her again.

Or so I thought.

Because here I am, rescuing none other than London who crashed her car into a tree in the middle of a blizzard.

Right before Christmas.

Now she’s stuck in my house. In my head. Back in my heart before I ever have a chance to stop it.

As the storm intensifies outside so does the fire between us.

Despite all that, I know this is too good to last. That eventually, the storm will end, and she’ll leave.

But losing her is no longer an option.

I’m hoping that sometimes all it takes to fall in love is just one kiss…

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Sunny Shelly’s Review: 5 Stars

Absolutely charming! This second chance Christmas romance will melt your heart!

While on her way to Vermont to spend Christmas with her family, London gets into an accident during a snowstorm. Her rescuer turns out to be Miles — the shy loner she was friends with as a teenager who kissed her at a high school graduation party and then completely disappeared. She’s never gotten over that kiss, and as it turns out, neither has Miles. That kiss got him through some incredibly lonely times, and he’s been in love with her for years.

After never expecting to see London’s lavender eyes ever again, Miles can’t believe he has her all to himself in his cabin. Back in high school, she was the popular rich girl, and he was the foster kid from the wrong side of the tracks. He never thought he was good enough for London back then, and even though he’s made something of himself as an adult, he still doesn’t think he’s deserving of her now. Add to that his insecurities of having been deserted by everyone in his life, and Miles is afraid to wish for something more now that he has London back in his arms. Will he get over his fears or risk losing the best thing that’s ever happened to him for a second time?

Just One Kiss is an absolutely charming tale of second chances and the one that got away! I received an advanced copy and voluntarily left a review.

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J. Saman is a USA Today bestselling author who is addicted to Diet Coke, sour candy, and indie rock. She swears way too much (especially after a glass of wine) and has a penchant for sarcasm (or so her husband and children like to tell her).

She’s an admitted lover of second chance romances, love triangles, and the perfect amount of angst. She is best known for writing contemporary romance filled with smart, strong women, and sexy alphas who have a softer side – especially for their women.

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NOT MY HERO by Michelle Heard
Release Date: November 9th

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He walked into school on his first day and didn’t care what the other students thought of him.

Dark. Broody. Dangerous.

He didn’t care where I cared too much.
Then the rumors started.
He failed his senior year at his previous school. His brother committed suicide. It’s his fault.

And for one blessed week, I wasn’t the topic of discussion.

You see, I’m the daughter of a socialite who has no soul. I’m the one paying for her sins. They never let me forget where I come from, and she never stops telling me what a failure I am.

But then Colton Lawson looks at me, and unlike the other student’s, his dark gaze seems to see through the lies spun around me.

He starts appearing out of nowhere, fighting my battles for me only to stalk away, making me feel like I’m nothing but a nuisance.

My name is Brie Weinstock, and this is my story of how a boy walked into my hell and fought for me, even though I never expected him to.

The question is, am I strong enough to repay the favor?

This is a high school romance that deals with sensitive subjects. Adult readers only.

Sunny Shelly’s Review: 4 Stars

Not My Hero is not what I was expecting. This was a wonderful, emotional, hard at times to read YA romance. It definitely deals with darker themes, as both Colton and Brie are both victims of child abuse by a parent. But these two kindred spirits, lost souls, find one another and the healing that they provide to one another is heartwarming. The story itself isn’t a romance between bully and victim, but Brie is most definitely the victim of bullying at school as well as at home.

Colton is such an anti-hero, and rumors abound about his past history and family life as he starts a new high school to repeat his senior year. But when he sees Brie, he is immediately captivated by the quiet beauty. And as he stumbles upon her family secret, one that hits too close to his own home, he vows to protect her the way he could not protect his late brother. As they get to know one another, Colton turns out to just be the most patient and kind guy, sweet and caring, and knows exactly how to handle Brie as she tries to deal with her mother’s horrific assault. (Seriously, her mom is certifiably vile.)

I love the makeshift family that Colton, Brie and his mom make together. Not only does Colton help Brie, but Brie helps bring Cassie out of the dark depression she’s been in ever since Colton’s brother committed suicide. The three of them truly help heal one another, and I loved the way Cassie stood up to her estranged husband by the end of the book.

Michelle Heard is a new-to-me author, but both Brie and Colton are apparently related to characters from other books. I read this book in a day; it was a dark read, definitely not happy-go-lucky, but I was completely captivated by Colton and Brie’s story. As far as steam goes, there is one bedroom scene where there is *some* action, but there are no graphic sexual details. Compared to some other YA books, Not My Hero is a relatively “clean” story. It is also a standalone within the Black Mountain Academy series, which is a collaboration between several authors. Most of the side characters will have books of their own within that series, and there are definitely a few of them that I want to know more about!

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Colleen Callahan is exactly where she’s always dreamt of being.

From a young age, she’s been groomed to take over as general manager of the Packton Pistons, her family’s professional baseball dynasty. Except she never expected her father would have to go to prison for the role to become hers.

The public, and even her own family, are counting on the first female to wear the title to fail. Hoping to wipe the slate clean and clear the club’s name, Colleen vows to put her job above everything else. Friends, a social life, her well-being, and most of all, love.

Until she meets the team’s new star player. Their chemistry is instant, igniting the stadium and her heart. But the last thing she needs is a distraction, much less a surly God of the clay diamond who seems to despise her.

Fate has other plans, though. If they’re found out, it could mean the end of both of their careers. Except hurtling so close to the danger zone has never felt more right.

Hayes Swindell would prefer hell over the place he ended up.

After a series of bribes and blackmail gone bad, the league’s most desirable veteran superstar finds himself playing on a team that he wants no part of. The family who runs this dynasty is corrupt, and he’s spent his career avoiding limelight exactly like this.

With a chip on his shoulder and the intention to hightail it out of Pennsylvania as soon as his one-year contract is up, he has no plans to fall for the very woman he should stay away from.

In his ten years in the league, he’s never once gotten bit by the love bug. But the moment he lays eyes on her, Hayes can see his days are numbered. When the forbidden happens, he has a decision to make.

Should they head for disaster together, risking it all, or course-correct and save themselves the ultimate price of heartbreak and scandal?

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• Sunny Shelly’s Review: 5 Stars

Oh wow, did Carrie Aarons start off a fabulous new series with Warning Track or what?

In the wake of her father’s arrest, Colleen is trying to make the most out of an awful situation while keeping her head high as the GM of a baseball team that has been shocked by a public scandal. Hayes is one of the players affected by her father’s corrupt values and blackmail schemes, and he wants nothing more than to play the season he’s contracted for and then get the hell out of there.

So of course, Hayes and Colleen will fall in love. And I fell in love with them! There’s an immediate connection between Hayes and Colleen, even though he hates her at first just because she’s a Callahan. But as they get to reluctantly know one another, Hayes learns that Colleen is nothing like her father; she’s hardworking and dedicated and loyal and protective…. As is he. But when a public scandal threatens to blow up the relationship they’ve been trying to keep private and protect, will their hearts survive the public scandal?

Colleen and Hayes are wonderful characters. He’s so dedicated and focused on his career, and his feelings for Colleen kind of sneak up on him. Likewise, she’s incredibly focused on her career because she has much to prove, and she doesn’t want to be involved with one of her ballplayers. But the heart wants what the heart wants, and Hayes and Colleen soon learn that you can’t help who you fall in love with. You can only do what is best for your heart and your future, and that is the crossroads that Hayes and Colleen find themselves trying to navigate. And they do it beautifully, with such heartfelt emotion and trust and love.

As a series starter, Warning Track sets up the groundwork for so many Callahans to be featured in future books, and I can’t wait! But I am really, really hoping that I don’t have to wait long for Walker and Hannah’s story. Because that just has gold written all over it!

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Author of romance novels such as The Tenth Girl and Privileged, Carrie Aarons writes books that are just as swoon-worthy as they are sarcastic. A former journalist, she prefers the love stories of her imagination, and the athleisure dress code, much better.

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When she isn’t writing, Carrie is busy binging reality TV, having a love/hate relationship with cardio, and trying not to burn dinner. She’s a Jersey girl living in Texas with her husband, daughter, son and Great Dane/Lab rescue.

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