Lennon Reborn – Scarlett Cole

Lennon Reborn Book Cover Lennon Reborn
Preload #4
SCARLETT cOLE

From the queen of heart-pounding, sexy, emotional romance Scarlett Cole comes Lennon Reborn, a stunning, shattering rock star romance in the Preload series.

Lennon McCartney is not a broken man. Because being broken implies being whole once. When a horrific accident deprives him of the one thing he loves—his talent as a fierce and explosive drummer—Lennon is left with a life chained by an abusive mother, by crushing guilt over a tragic past. A life he doesn’t want.

Dr. Georgia Starr is a legend. She’s one of the most successful neurosurgeons in the world, coming from a long-line of respected New York doctors. Her life is built around solving complex medical cases in order to bring relief and hope to sick children. But the one problem she can’t solve is how to live her life. How to be shake loose the burden of being her elitist, arrogant father’s daughter. How to be free.

Can a man who despises his life and a woman who desperately needs to live find the answers, and love, with each other?

**Warning: Deals with dark themes and deep personal struggles.*

REVIEW – I have never read any books from this series until now, and though i read them out of order it was still a fantastic read. Very emotional story and it really touched me when reading it, the romance was the perfect blend of sweet but sexy and with a few surprises along the way in the story i could not put the book down. I will now be going to look at the other books in the series as i need to know more about the bandmates. A book that i could not put down but that was also very touching in how it dealt with dark themes and the struggles of the characters.

I Dare You by Ilsa Madden-Mills – newly released,news

I Dare You
The Hook Up #1
Ilsa Madden-Mills
30th April 2018

Wall Street Journal bestselling author Ilsa Madden-Mills brings you a brand-new heartfelt, sexy contemporary romance with I DARE YOU is LIVE!

Bad Ass Athlete: I dare you to…
Delaney Shaw: Who is this?

The late night text is random, but “Bad Ass Athlete” sure seems to know who she is…

Delaney Shaw.
Good girl.
Lover of fluffy kitties and Star Wars.
Curious.

His dare? Spend one night in his bed—a night he promises will be unforgettable—and she can solve the mystery of who he is.

She knows she shouldn’t, but what else is she going to do with her boring Valentine’s Day?

One sexy hook-up later, her mind is blown and the secret’s out.

Maverick Monroe.
Bad boy.
The most talented football player in the country.
Just ask him.

Too bad for him Delaney’s sworn off dating athletes forever after her last heartbreak.

But Maverick wants more than one night and refuses to give up on winning Delaney’s heart. She isn’t one to be fazed by a set of broad shoulders.

After the semester ends, will the bad boy land the nerd girl or will the secrets they keep from each other separate them forever?

Excerpt

Prologue
Freshman year

Delaney

Welcome to Magnolia, Mississippi, where locusts are as big as your hand and iced tea comes with a double helping of sugar.
It’s also home to the best damn annual bonfire party at prestigious Waylon University, which is currently happening right now in the middle of a cotton field.
But…
I shouldn’t even be at this party.
It’s mostly for Greeks and jocks and popular people, yet here I am, a mere freshman, hanging out with my bubbly redheaded roommate, Skye.
“See?” she says as we take in the bonfire. “Isn’t this better than watching cat videos on a Saturday night? What do you want to do first?”
I sigh, feeling nervous. Ever since I moved here from North Carolina, I’ve been pushing myself to try new things. Might as well put a crazy college party on that list. “Let’s get a drink.”
She claps and excitedly replies, “Done. Alcohol at two o’clock.” We weave through the crowd, headed in that direction, and eventually we reach the bar, which is really just a long collapsible table someone set up. On top are various bottles of alcohol, and I grab the Fireball to pour shots. I’ve just tossed mine back and set down my cup when a prickling sensation washes over me, giving me goose bumps.
My gaze moves across the crowd, stopping on a tall guy with dark blond hair, broad shoulders, and a cocky smile. Aha. He’s been staring at me, and now that he’s caught, he raises his glass as a half-grin crosses his face.
I blush wildly as I adjust my black cat-eye glasses. I’m not used to such blatant male attention.
Skye—who’s followed the trajectory of my gaze—spits out part of her drink. “Oh my God, do you know who that is?”
“Obviously I should,” I say dryly.
Her mouth flops open. “You really need to get out more.”
My eyes drift back to him but keep moving as if I’m not staring. “So who is Mr. Hottie McParty Pants?”
“If you don’t know him, you don’t deserve to know. But, he’s H-O-T—like Chris Hemsworth hot. I dare you to flirt with him.” She wiggles her eyebrows at me, knowing full well that for some reason, I can’t resist a dare. Normally rather reserved, a dare gives me permission to be someone I’m not.
So does Fireball. I sling back another shot.
“I’ll bring you a donut every day for a week if you flirt with him,” she adds, watching me.
My ears perk up. “The ones with edible glitter?”
She nods, and I toss a quick glance back to him. Our eyes collide again, and a zing of connection fires between us. He has a strong, handsome face and a stance that has masculine written all over it. A smile tips up his full sensuous lips, and—
Two brunettes—twins, no less—approach him, one on either side, and wrap their arms around his waist. He smiles down at them. Oh. Well then.
I turn back to Skye and frown. “Player. Not interested.”
She waves her hands in my face. “He likes you—I saw it on his face.”
I snort. “Probably gas pains. Your dare is not accepted.”
We hear our names being called from the other side of the party and turn to take in the helmet-haired Martha approaching us, which is taking some time due to the fact that she’s wearing stilettos and a slinky halter dress. She carefully picks her way through the crowd, nudging people out of her way—sometimes rudely—as she focuses on us. Great.
“Incoming mean girl,” I mutter under my breath.
Like us, Martha Burrows is a freshman and lives on our floor. Rather full of herself, she announced within a week of meeting us that she’d no longer answer to anything but Muffin, a nickname she’d given herself.
She eyes us both, a look of superiority on her pretty face. “I didn’t know you two were invited to this little shindig. Obviously, I know all the right people, so I’m always invited.” Her gaze zeroes in on my outfit and she rears back. “What on earth are you wearing, Nerd Girl?”
“Clothes.” I stiffen at her name for me as I tug on my fitted Star Wars shirt and the pleated red miniskirt I made from a man’s shirt. My long pale blonde hair is up in curled pigtails, and I went a bit heavy-handed with the shimmery eye shadow and red lipstick. It’s not your typical look for WU—which is anything monogrammed—but I’m learning to ignore the raised eyebrows.
Skye, the peacemaker among us three, clears her throat and nods her head at the guy who’s been staring. “Delaney has an admirer, but she doesn’t know who he is.”
Martha-Muffin follows Skye’s gaze, eyeballing the mystery man over my shoulder. She gives me an exasperated look. “That’s Maverick Monroe, you idiot. He’s the biggest football star in Mississippi and the freshman recruit of the year. Word is, though, girls like you aren’t his type—not at all.” Her hand flicks a stiff honey-colored curl over her shoulder.
My teeth grind together. “Martha, if you think I care what you think about me and whether or not a quasi-famous football player is interested in me, then you are confused.”
Her lips tighten. “It’s Muffin now, and why do you have to use such big words? What does quasi even mean?” is her cutting reply.
Skye’s eyes get as big as saucers, and I assume it’s because Martha-Muffin and I are about to finally have it out. I can’t stand her, and she can’t stand me. We just…clash.
But that isn’t what has Skye in such a titter.
She points over my shoulder, and I get it.
It’s the person standing behind me, the one I can’t see. I feel a nervous sneeze coming on and—thank God—I somehow push it down.
A husky voice reaches my ears. “Quasi means seemingly or supposedly. What she means is I’m probably not a famous football player but rather one that’s been highly touted but is without merit.”
Oh, shit. The voice is rich and smooth with just enough southern drawl to make a girl swoon. He also sounds halfway intelligent.
I turn around slowly. Mr. Tall, Blond, and Football is right in front of me wearing a cocky smile.
How in the hell did he get over here so fast?
You know that moment when everything stops and the next breath you take is the first one of the rest of your life? That’s what it feels like as Maverick Monroe stares at me with his piercing blue eyes.
I glance down and take in the sculpted chest and hard biceps.
I look back up and see a chiseled jawline that’s defined and lined with a slight scruff. I see the thin pink scar that slices through his left eyebrow, and it does nothing to detract from his appeal.
He’s perfection.
He’s air.
Which I desperately need right now, because I can’t breathe.
He smirks, as if reading my mind, and I scramble to pull myself together. Someone calls his name—it’s a girl’s voice, probably one of those twins—but he doesn’t budge.
His eyes rove over my skirt, glasses, and lips. “The question is…do you even know what makes a good football player?”
“Nice hands?”
His lips twitch. “Hardly.”
“A tight end?” I smirk, feeling sassy…which is weird. I don’t know who I am right now, but it’s like my mouth has a life of its own, saying things I normally wouldn’t.
Martha-Muffin chokes on her drink at my remark and Skye watches me with glee, clearly excited that I have the attention of someone who is apparently very important at Waylon.
I put my hand on my hip. “The question is…why do I need to know?”
“You don’t. All you need to know is I’m the best.”
I suck in a little breath at his arrogance.
A guy walks past us and claps him on the shoulder. “Badass game last week, Mav. Rock on.”
“Thanks, man.” Maverick acknowledges the compliment and lifts his chin, his eyes never straying from mine.
“What position do you play?” I ask. “Quarterback?”
He smirks. “Middle linebacker—defense.”
“Sounds fancy.”
He laughs.
Skye, who’s been eavesdropping unabashedly, sighs with a dreamy expression on her face. “His stats are the best in the country.” She clears her throat. “I-I only know that because my brother is a huge fan, I swear.”
“Hi, Maverick,” Martha-Muffin says as she edges closer to him, nudging me out of the way with her sharp shoulders. “Remember me?”
He focuses on her. “No.”
She glowers. “I was in your dorm room with your roommate last week. You said hello to me.”
He shrugs. “A lot of girls come through. I can’t remember them all.”
Oh. My. God. He is arrogant, but I like how he just shut her down.
Martha-Muffin’s face reddens and she mutters something under her breath, flips around, and flounces off. Good riddance.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see Skye is drifting away too, giving me a thumbs-up.
Whatever. I am not going to flirt with this guy…am I?
He’s definitely got something about him, something that makes my body buzz. I tilt my chin up, taking in how tall he is. He has to be at least six-four.
His gaze drifts over my face. “You know there’s a legend here at Waylon about our famous bonfire party?”
“Oh?”
He smiles, a flash of white on his handsome face. “Legend says the first person you kiss at the party is the one you’ll never forget. It might be years later, and still their face is the one you dream about.”
“Sounds like hocus-pocus.”
He lifts that mesmerizing left eyebrow. “I like to believe in legends—after all, I am one.”
I smirk. “Probably a game made up by some frat-boy-slash-jock wanting to kiss all the girls.”
He pauses for a moment as if thinking, and then he steps in closer, so close that I can see the varying shades of blue around his pupils. “May I?”
My heart does somersaults.
“May you what?” I ask, my voice low, but I know what he wants. My body is already leaning toward him, wanting it too.
“This.” He kisses me, an almost imperceptible touch as he brushes his full lips against mine. The contact of our mouths is electric, sparks of fire skating along my skin.
As if from a distance, I hear someone calling his name. It’s a female, and she’s pissed.
It’s one of the twins probably.
And I’m jealous.
But, I don’t look. We pull away, and I stare at him as he stares right back. A stillness settles over the party, although I don’t think anything’s actually changed. The music is still playing. People are still talking. Beers are being passed around.
Yet…
We’re connected.
Two stars in the black velvet sky.
Two ships passing in the night.
Oh, fuck, stop the nonsense, I tell myself.
“What was that?” I ask, my voice breathless.
“That’s your first kiss of the bonfire. Now you’ll never forget me.”
And then, before I can think of a reply, he’s gone.
I watch him go back to the twins, frustration coiling inside of me as I exhale.
It would be two years before I kissed him again.
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Six Feet Under by Whitney Barbetti – newly released,news

Six Feet Under
Mad Love Duet #1
Whitney Barbetti
25th April 2018

Cover Design: Najla Qamber Designs

Photo Credit: Max Eremine

 

 

 

Synopsis

 

Six wasn’t the hero I needed.

But he was the man I wanted.

And it was my selfish craving, the desire to own him, that would be our undoing.

No one tells you that love is a disease. An infection that tears your heart apart, leaving you half the person you were before. A malady that leaves open wounds. An invisible disorder tracing scars in the places you couldn’t see if you weren’t looking for them.

I was sick, but love didn’t heal me.

Instead, it festered in my marrow, and drove me to unforgivable mistakes.

Six was my first mistake, but he wouldn’t be the last.

 

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Release Date: May 9, 2018

Cover Design: Najla Qamber Designs

Photo Credit: Alexander Kuzmin Photography

 

 

Synopsis

 

Six was always there, even when I didn’t want him.

But he couldn’t hold me together, and I couldn’t be his penance.

Loss is a phantom limb. No one can see it, but the ache torments you in the night, distracts you during the day, and leaves you fragmented. I’m half a heart, half a soul, and nothing could cure the pieces he’d left behind.

Losing him was safer than loving him. Because the love that kept us coming back again and again was nothing short of madness.

But then, isn’t mad love the most honest?

 

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About the Author

 

Whitney Barbetti is really, truly awful at writing in the third person, so we’re just going to change this bio up a bit and write it as first person.

I am married with two boys. When I’m not changing diapers or cutting food into tiny bites, I escape to Starbucks for hours. My blood pressure actually drops the moment I walk in, hear the baristas call my name, and inhale the aroma of coffee beans. And I don’t even like coffee.

I love music and have a playlist for everything. Queen is my very favorite.

I like watching creepy shows when I am home alone but then I instantly regret them once my mind starts breeding irrational fears. I try to channel my fears into my books as a way to cope.

I have about 20 bacon things in my fridge.

 

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The Wall Of Winnipeg & Me – Mariana Zapata

The Wall Of Winnipeg & Me Book Cover The Wall Of Winnipeg & Me
Mariana Zapata

Vanessa Mazur knows she’s doing the right thing. She shouldn’t feel bad for quitting. Being an assistant/housekeeper/fairy godmother to the top defensive end in the National Football Organization was always supposed to be temporary. She has plans and none of them include washing extra-large underwear longer than necessary.

But when Aiden Graves shows up at her door wanting her to come back, she’s beyond shocked.

For two years, the man known as The Wall of Winnipeg couldn’t find it in him to tell her good morning or congratulate her on her birthday. Now? He’s asking for the unthinkable.

What do you say to the man who is used to getting everything he wants?

REVIEW – Ok where do i start, i have some very good friends in a book group who are super fans of this author. I have always wanted to read her work, after never hearing anyone say anything bad, but i did not know which one to start with. So a couple of weeks ago i jumped into this book. Well what can i say i did not want it to finish but i wanted to keep reading to find out what would happen next. Emotions play across the chapters not always so obvious to the reader but they are there and become such an important part of the story as we see the characters grow. At the beginning i found Aiden an ass, yes it is true, but then i grew to love this character, i could understand the way he was it leads to less disappointment. Vanessa is so perfect, i felt like she represents every woman who reads this story – she has doubts, she has conviction in her decisions, she loves deeply and carefully. But what i love most about this story is the way both characters become stronger and more secure with themselves and each other as the story goes on. I do not feel my words do this story justice but right now in this time of decisions in my life i really felt like Vanessa and Aiden gave me a chance to escape everyday dilemmas and to see that there is hope at the end sometimes you just have to give it a shot like these two did. #teamgraves PS 5 stars is not enough for this book i will never forget it and how he story made me feel

Too Much Information – Missy Johnson

Too Much Information
Awkward Love #3
Missy Johnson
18th April 2018

 

 

Blurb

 

We’ve all been there.

One minute, you’re sprawled out on your bed, minding our own business and the

next you’re lying in the back seat of your best friend’s car as she races you

to the ER.

And not the closest one either.

No. You’re headed to the one fifty miles farther out, because the one five

minutes away is where you start your residency next week.

So there you are, lying in cubical nine, hoping like hell that the doctor about

to examine you isn’t young, sexy or male.

Of course he’s all three.

Telling him about the clitmaster7000 I have lodged inside me is by far the

single most embarrassing moment of my life.

Discovering he’s my brother’s new roommate is even worse.

REVIEW – This book is so unbelievably funny, you really should not laugh at Becca’s predicament at he start of the book, but the way Missy Johnson describes it and her meeting with her hot doctor will have you laughing so much. I could not stop smiling through the story so much fun and a refreshing read from what i have been digging into lately. Not going to give too much away in this review but this book is certainly worth a read and the others in the series are refreshingly fun too. PS love the cover a hot shirtless doctor and the blue that reminds me of doctor scrubs 

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Excerpt

Becca

pounds on the door just as orgasm number six tapers off. I can barely move by

this point, but I made it to the door to unlock it before number six and that’s

the main thing. Now all I need is for her to get this thing out of me.

“It’s me,”

she calls out. “Are you going to let me in?”

“It’s

open,” I manage to get out.

She walks

in, her eyes widening at the sight of me hunched over the couch, thighs

clenched, rocking back and forth on the floor. At least I’m not naked. I managed to half squirm my way into a

dress that I found lying on the floor in my room—though I must look a mess—with

only one arm through the hole and the skirt bunched up around my waist. Now

that I think about it, I’m not sure why I even bothered. She sprints over to

me, crouching down beside me.

“Jesus, are

you okay?” She glares at me as I let out a strangled sob. “Tell me what’s

wrong?” she says. She looks me over, her eyes wide with concern. “Were you

attacked? Did someone break in and rape you? Talk to me, Laura. Should I be

calling an ambulance? The police?” Her dark eyes study mine as I struggle to

form words to answer any of her questions. “For God’s sake, Laura. Say

something.”

“No

ambulance,” I mutter.

I groan and

clamp my legs together, gasping as my body begs for relief. This is a

nightmare. I point to the bedroom, where the box is still lying on the bed.

Becca stalks through to my room, returning a few seconds later with the box in

her hands. Her eyes widen, to the point where they’re nearly ready to fall out

of her head.

 “No fucking way,” she hisses.

I nod,

sweat pouring out of places I didn’t know sweat could form. She clasps her

hands over her mouth and stifles her laughter, before quickly kneeling down

next to me.

“What do

you want me to do? Dig it out? I’ll do that for you,” she says as I glare at

her. “Wait… I should’ve asked before offering. Front or back?”

“Becca,” I

growl, my voice high noting at the end.

“What? I’m

sorry, it was a legitimate question,” she cries, holding her hands up in

defense. “You know I don’t handle poop. How on earth did you manage to get it

stuck in there in the first place?” she asks, shaking her head.

“Can we

discuss this later, after it’s been

removed from my vagina?” I beg her.

“Yes, yes,

I’m sorry. Okay, let’s get you down to my car.”

“Car?” I

say, alarmed. “What happened to you offering to help me—”

“You

seriously want me digging around in there like I’m looking for loose change

down the back of the couch?” she asks seriously. Then she giggles, but she

stops when she sees my expression. “Sorry. Disturbing mental image. You

understand this is pushing the friendship boundaries, right?”

I nod

weakly. Oh, I understand it, all right.

 

She sighs

and helps me climb up properly onto the couch while I try to steady myself as

my body begins to convulse. God, not

again. I wipe a layer of sweat off my forehead and rock back and forth,

riding out the orgasm as I whimper into the cushion. Then I gasp, clenching my

thighs again, until it passes.

“You’re

coming already? But I haven’t even worked my magic hands on you yet,” she

jokes, flexing her fingers. “Hey, do you have any kitchen gloves, or—”

“Just get

it out,” I beg her.

“Fine,” she

grumbles as she gets down onto her knees. She lifts up the skirt of my dress

and peers between my legs. “Hey, you smell really good. What kind of body wash

do you use?”

Becs.”

 

“Right,

sorry,” she mutters. “Focus.”

 

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Author Bio

Missy lives in a small town in Central Victoria with her

husband, and her confused pets (a dog who think she’s a cat, a cat who thinks

he’s a dog…you get the picture).

 
 

When she’s not writing, she can usually be found looking for

something to read.

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