Coming Up Roses – Staci Hart

Coming Up Roses
Bennet Brothers #1
Staci Hart
1st August 2019

Staci Hart is wowing readers with a new series I can’t get enough of! Coming Up Roses is the first in the Bennet Brother’s series, a spin off of the Austen Series! Prepare yourself for rom-com gold with the perfect dose of heartfelt longing and emotion! Don’t miss out on this new release!

Coming Up Roses Bennet Brothers #1 Staci Hart

Everyone hates parts of their job. Maybe it’s the paperwork. Maybe it’s the day-to-day grind. Maybe it’s that client who never knows what they want, or the guy who always cooks fish in the microwave. But not me. I love every corner of the Longbourne Flower Shop, every flower, every petal, every stem. I love the greenhouse, and I love Mrs. Bennet, my boss. I love creating, and I love being a florist. I don’t hate anything at all. Except for Luke Bennet. The Bennet brothers have come home to help their mom save the flower shop, and Luke is at the helm. His smile tells a tale of lust, loose and easy. He moves with the grace of a predator, feral and wild. A thing unbridled, without rules or constraint.  When he comes home to save Longbourne, I almost can’t be mad at him.  Almost. He doesn’t remember that night I’ll never forget. That kiss, touched with whiskey and fire. It branded me like a red-hot iron. But it meant nothing to him. Everyone hates part of their job, and I hate Luke Bennet. Because if I don’t, I’ll fall in love with him. REVIEW – I enjoyed this first book in a new series by Staci Hart. It was a very funny and sparky story of rivals who find love. When i say rivals i don’t mean bitter rivals i mean clashing of characters and ideas. Very good flow of the story and i got to like the characters, also a serious dose of romance thrown in which i love. I cannot wait to read more from this series and get to know some of the other characters we met in this story – i hope it happens. Go read it a fun and easy weekend read which will make you smile

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

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Dangerous Exes – Rachel Van Dyken

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Dangerous Exes

Liars Inc #2

Rachel Van Dyken

30th October2018

In #1 New York Times bestselling author Rachel van Dyken’s scorching series, revenge is a justified pleasure…

Isla made one teeny little mistake. Now she and her PI company, Dirty Exes, are being targeted by one seriously angry and furiously sexy ex-quarterback. Jessie freakin’ Beckett. But there’s no way some NFL superhunk is going to take her business away. If only he didn’t make her so hot—and bothered.

Jessie wants payback for a ruined reputation. His plan? Top secret. His hard-to-hide arousal for Isla? Not so much. Especially when they let down their guards and sneak a kiss. Like any juicy scandal, it goes so viral, so fast, that only a good lie can combat the bad press. Mortal enemies in a fling? No way. Um…this is love!

Actually…could it be?

Isla’s not faking it. Jessie can’t. As the game of let’s pretend gets real, Jessie forgets all about revenge. That’s the problem. His plan is already out of his control. Now it could undo everything they’ve been trying to build. Coming clean may be the only thing that can save it.

REVIEW – I have read Dirty Exes (book 1 ) in the series, so book 2 coming along had a lot to live up to and i can easily say this book did not disappoint at all. An enemies to lovers romance story is always a hot choice of mine, and this one was hot and sexy and amazingly very funny in places. There was the perfect blend of angst with witty banter. I loved seeing how two enjoyable characters in book 1 get their story to develop in a way that had me hooked and not wanting to put the book down. Kind of got a serious book hangover right now i therefore cannot wait for more from this series when they arrive

Too Much Information – Missy Johnson

Too Much Information

Awkward Love #3

Missy Johnson

18th April 2018





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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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?”


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



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—”


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.


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?”




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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Spider – Ilsa Madden-Mills


Ilsa Madden-Mills

13th November 2017


From Wall Street Journal bestselling author Ilsa Madden-Mills comes a new standalone romance about a flawed hero and the woman he can’t forget.


Spider, a sexy and forbidden new standalone, is available NOW!

From Wall Street Journal bestselling author Ilsa Madden-Mills comes a new standalone romance about a flawed hero and the woman he can’t forget.

“She crossed my path and changed my whole direction.”

He calls himself Spider.

I just knew him as the sinfully gorgeous guy with eyes of fire that fate sat next to me on the airplane.

I didn’t know who he really was…British rock star…my stepbrother.

He kissed me because he thought we’d never see each other again. We would.

Everyone warned me about him.

They told me he was ruthless and cold and screwed up.

They said he’d leave me with a hole in my heart.

Maybe I should have listened.

Maybe I should have built up a fortress to keep him out.

But I crumbled instead.

They say an unbreakable thread connects those who are destined to meet. If that’s true, then the moment he sat next to me, we were bound together forever.

He just had to figure it out before it’s too late…

Review – What a start to a book, talk about intense. But do not fear the rest of the book is not that intense, it is a romance story that builds over time and is full of fun but witty and sexy banter. The revelations that come through the book had me biting my lip . A delicious story that has its trials and tribulations for the characters but was just what i needed to read


How can one human man be so hot?

Spider sits on my toilet, shirtless, while I dab at his swollen eye. I’m doing my best to keep my eyes averted from the ink on his body, the way his tattoos swirl underneath his jeans, the way his chest is carved from stone.

Of course, I’m the stupid person who suggested he remove his shirt so I could see if he has any bruising on his chest. A cracked or broken rib can cause a lot of pain, and I want to be thorough, that’s all—I swear to baby Jesus.

He grinned at my request and whipped it off—which is the reason I’m now a mess.

There’s hardly any room to breathe with him in my small bathroom.
I wipe at the spot of blood on his cheek as he watches me stoically, never taking his eyes off me, tracking my every movement.

“This will look worse tomorrow,” I murmur, just to ease the tension. I stand between his spread legs, acutely aware of his fresh scent, his pure magnetism. My hands shake and I have to focus to push an image of me straddling him, both of us naked, out of my head. I want to run my tongue over the tattoo on his neck. I want to bite him like an animal while he—

Good grief, Rose, stop the fantasy!

“You’d make a good nurse,” he says softly, his long black lashes fluttering softly against his chiseled cheekbones.

“Doctor of Psychology,” I correct him.

“Your dream?”

“Yes.” Although right now I’m dreaming of him…
“I know that feeling. That’s how music is to me.” His golden-brown eyes watch me as I reach over to the medicine cabinet for more antiseptic and antibacterial cream, my chest perilously close to his face. I swear my nipples are reaching for him.

“Why psychology?”

I nod, pretending like I’m not all discombobulated. “My granny mainly. She loved to read people—literally. She ran a little palm-reading business out of her home before she died. All the old ladies of the neighborhood would come to see her. She’d make them coffee and they’d just…talk. She’d tell them what they needed to hear while I sat on the floor next to her and listened. There wasn’t any magic involved of course.” I laugh. “But…she was incredibly intuitive. She just got people. If someone twitched or looked left or right while they were talking, she’d have a reason for it and she’d tell me all about it after they left.”

“I think I would have loved your granny.” He curls an arm around me, tugging me close until my chest is a hair’s breadth away from his face. I recall our epic kiss on the plane. I feel the pressure of his taut thighs and my breath quickens as desire unfurls inside me.

A hum warms my blood. I want him—desperately.

And it’s entirely foolish.

He’s my stepbrother.

He doesn’t call girls back.

“Why does it seem like I’ve known you forever?” I ask, feeling myself gravitating closer.

He thinks about it, pushing a piece of hair out of my eyes. Cupping my nape, he pulls me in tighter until our noses meet. The back of his hand caresses my cheek and the heat from his touch burns, yet there’s a tautness in the roped muscles of his arms, as if he’s holding himself in check.

“Because I am you,” he says softly. “We’re so much alike, it’s staggering.” He pauses and stares deep into my eyes.

I nod. I can’t think. He’s so close to me, his eyes burning into mine.
He closes his eyes and exhales. “I want you, Rose. You’re intoxicating.”

I suck in a sharp breath, our lips inches apart.

Is he going to kiss me? I want him to.

His eyes open after the silence has gone on too long, a smirk forming around his mouth. “You scared of me, Rose?”


“I’m scared you’ll rip my heart out.”

He stares at the LOST tattoo on his hand. “I probably will.”


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New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Ilsa Madden-Mills writes about strong heroines and sexy alpha males that sometimes you just want to slap.

She’s addicted to dystopian books and all things fantasy, including unicorns and sword-wielding females. Other fascinations include frothy coffee beverages, dark chocolate, Instagram, Ian Somerhalder (seriously hot), astronomy (she’s a Gemini), and tattoos.

She has a degree in English and a Master’s in Education.

When she’s not pecking away on her computer, she shops for cool magnets and paints old furniture.

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Accidental Man Whore – Katherine Stevens

Accidental Man Whore

Katherine Stevens

10th October 2017



Ben Wright
isn’t an escort.
Except when
he is.

All he
wants is to make some extra money to pay off his dad’s medical bills. He never
intended to be tied to beds while making the Benjamins.

Wexler never intended to be dumped by her fiancé before their wedding.

But she

Now all she
wants is to put her life back together and not tell her grandmother about her

He needs
money and she needs a stand-in fiancé. They can help each other, if they don’t
kill each other first. Two people with double lives equals four times the chaos
and four times the comedy.

Review – A very funny romance story about being stuck between a rock and a hard place but also being able to help someone else in need. Ben Wright is such an accidental man w!£$e it is untrue, talk about being not right, but somehow strangely good at a job. This book was very funny and also a very sweet romance story. A solid 3.5 stars

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I am not a
male escort.
Okay, technically
I am a male escort in the sense that I take money from women to go out with
them and sometimes have sex with them. But it didn’t start out that way. I own
my own business, for Pete’s sake. It’s not turning a huge profit yet, but it’s
mine and I don’t have to answer to anyone. Now I have a madam and a Little
Black Book. Except I couldn’t find a real little black book, so my escort
contacts are scrawled across the pages of the October 2016 Men’s Health that I
hide in a kitchen drawer. My whoring schedule is written on a Chinese takeout
Life used
to be simple. I barely remember that life now. The past several months are a
blur of lies, and sex, and more lies, and a lot more sex, and yarmulkes. Now
I’m standing at my door with some eager beaver Miami detective flashing his
badge in my face and wanting to know why they found my contact info in a
madam’s office during a prostitution bust. I don’t have an answer that won’t
land me in jail. I missed the hooker orientation where they tell you to have
prepared statements for events like this.
How did it
start? How did I go from a guy who waters plants for living to a part-time
escort? I would like to say it started with a woman, but it didn’t. It’s kind
of a funny story. I took money to bang chicks for my dad. It’s only a little
less creepy than it sounds. I wonder if this cop will get a laugh out of it.
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Katherine Stevens isn’t writing, she can usually be found opening juice boxes
and looking for lost shoes. Her kids keep her quite busy and always zig-zagging
across the line of sanity. She is a lifelong Texan with a terrible sense of
direction and even worse memory. She thinks life is entirely too hard if you
don’t laugh your way through it.
As a child, she dreamed of being the most sarcastic astronaut in history, but
her poor math skills and aversion to dehydrated food kept her out of the space
program. Now she writes to pass the time until NASA lowers their standards.
Your move, NASA.

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