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Wednesday, March 20, 2019

Release Blitz! Hissy Fit By Lani Lynn Vale

     

  He is the one that never looks her way. He is handsome and strong. He is rough around the edges and mean. He is everything she’s ever wanted. He doesn’t even know she exists. Her life is a joke. *** She doesn’t step on cracks in the sidewalk. She laughs at inappropriate times. She talks when she shouldn’t. She is clumsy and trips on air. She is finally on his radar. God help her now.    

Hissy Fit is the first book in the Southern Gentleman series and it was one hilarious and sexy way to start! Can I just say that I love how different the names Ezra and Raleigh are. These characters are unique so they needed unique names for sure! I laughed out loud more than once while reading Hissy Fit as well as felt my heart race in anticipation of Ezra and Raleigh’s relationship starting and becoming more over time.

Raleigh had survived through something horrific and it made her weary of men. I only have one complaint about how this was played out as it seemed like it was mentioned and an important plot point but I felt that it never got the closure that it truly deserved. I really loved how Ezra was with Raleigh, he won me over very quickly and found her clumsiness adorable and didn’t make her feel less because of it. As someone who at times is very clumsy I really admired that about him, and had to laugh out loud at Raleigh’s luck at times.


I am so looking forward to the next book in this series, actually let’s be real, I am looking forward to any new book by Lani Lynn Vale as she is an automatic must read author for this book whore. Hissy Fit is one that needs to be on your TBR lists! 




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       Lani Lynn Vale is a USA Today Bestselling Author of over thirty titles. She is married with three children, two dogs, two cats, a donkey, and a couple (a couple also meaning over twenty) chickens. When she’s not writing, you can find her curled up in her favorite chair reading. Lani is married with three children and lives in the Great State of Texas. Website | Facebook | Twitter | Instagram | Goodreads | BookBub  

Release Blitz! Risky Play By Rachel Van Dyken

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Even one-night stands deserve a second chance in New York Times bestselling author Rachel Van Dyken’s novel of sporting desire.
Risky Play, an all-new standalone contemporary romance by New York Times bestselling author Rachel Van Dyken is live!

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What else can a virgin do when she’s ditched at the altar? Seattle heiress Mackenzie Dupont is treating herself to a single-girl honeymoon in Mexico and a desire to relinquish her innocence to a gorgeous one-night stand. Fake names. True pleasure. But when she wakes up alone, Mackenzie realizes just how much anger is left in her broken heart.

Suffering a tragic personal loss, pro soccer player Slade Rodriguez has his reasons for vanishing without a goodbye. Right or wrong, he’s blaming the beautiful and infuriating stranger he never wants to see again. They’re both in for a shock when Mackenzie shows up as his new personal assistant. And they both have a lot to learn about each other. Because they share more than they could possibly know, including a common enemy who’s playing his own games. And he’s not afraid to get dirty.
Now there’s only one way Mackenzie and Slade can win: to trust in each other and to stop hiding from the lies they’ve told, the secrets they’ve kept, the mistakes they’ve made, and the attraction that still burns between them.
A stand-alone, contemporary romance.


There is just something about a book written by Rachel Van Dyken that, for me at least, always leaves a smile on my face. Risky Play was another beautifully written book and one that I devoured. I loved Mackenzie aka Mack and Slade’s story. It was filled with emotional moments of loss, pain and finally forgiveness. There were laugh out loud moments and there were stomach aching from the angst moments, but it was all well balanced and just a great romance.

My heart hurt for Mack a lot, that feeling of never being good enough or worth fighting for is one that I myself have felt at times in my life, so I felt a connection with her from almost the very start. My heart broke for Slade as well, he allowed his grief to overshadow what was in front of him that he almost lost. The chemistry between them was apparent from the start and I couldn’t help but want them to be together and find happiness with each other.

Risky Play is another must read from Rachel Van Dyken. It is the perfect blend of romance, forgiveness and healing and is one that needs to be on the top of TBR lists immediately. 



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Thursday, March 14, 2019

Release Blitz! Replay By Kacey Shea



Cocky and self-assured, I’m confident when it comes to my skills both on stage and in the bedroom. Everything in my life is perfect, even if I am the last single man standing in our famed rock band.
But it wasn’t always this way.

Jayla knew me before I hit it big. Back when I was a skinny teen, chasing dreams without a penny to my name. Now she’s back in my life and so much more than the girl I remember. Fiercely loyal, beautiful and badass. She walked out of my life before, and I won’t let that happen again.

They say some songs are better on the second take, and if there’s one thing I know for sure, this is our time for a replay.

Replay is the fourth and final book in the Off Track Records novels, but can also be read as a standalone. 
Replay is the fourth book in the series and while it can be read as a standalone, I think I may have enjoyed it more if I had read the previous books as well, just to get more of a feel for the characters and their stories. Then again, I can be kind of picky when it comes to rockstar romances so it very well could be just me. I went into this book wanting to love it but only ended up just liking it. Now I am in no way saying that it is a bad book, because it isn’t, but I just didn’t connect with the story nor the characters like I had hoped. I do plan on going back and reading this again after I read the previous books just to see if my opinion changes. As always form your own opinions, what didn’t work for me, may very well work for you!







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I tip my chin up, letting my head fall back against his stomach. I catch his grin and let my own lips curve up playfully. Or at least, it starts that way. Under the heat of his stare and with his hands still moving across my shoulders in deep, sure circles, my body tenses for an entirely different reason.
His touch feels intimate.
The way he’s studying me from beneath those dark lashes is intense. He doesn’t look away, and I couldn’t if I tried. “Honestly, Jay, what can I do? You shouldn’t carry all this stress.”
“I—” want you to touch me. The words catch in my throat and hammer in my chest. My pulse gallops and I press my legs together as the need between them—the need for him—obliterates any rational thought.
I almost say those words aloud.
By the heat in his stare, I wonder if he feels it too.
“Jay,” he whispers. My name on his lips is full of the same tortured longing I feel down to my core. We barely scratched the surface of this sexual tension when we were teens, both too young and too na├»ve to fully understand the power of it.
Now. Right here. I swear those same feelings have multiplied and grown. It’s overwhelming. Terrifying as hell. And yet . . . I can’t help but arch my back even more. I delight in the way his gaze drops to the neckline of my shirt.
His eyes zero in on my chest and his touch becomes feather light as his stare takes in the hard peaks of my nipples straining against the soft cotton fabric. I want him to touch me there. To haul me off this chair and into his arms. I need to taste his lips as they press against mine. Crave it.
“I have an idea,” he whispers so softly that if I weren’t watching his lips I would have missed the words.
“Yeah?”
His hands brush along my arms, down to my elbows and then back up, his fingers so close but not touching the swell of my breasts. “It’s selfless on my part, because you know how giving I am.” He’s teasing. Joking. But it doesn’t kill the chemistry that swirls between us. If anything, it only adds charge to an already building momentum.
His hands feel good, but they’re not enough.
“Your idea?” My gaze waits for his.
“I want you, Jayla.”
“Oh.” Heat pools in my belly. My skin feels flush. And my body, my body wants this and everything he wants to give.
His hands slide up the length of my neck, then still as they cup my face. “I’ll make you feel better. I swear.” He tilts my chin up and my back arches in response. His body leans down over mine, slowly closing the space between our mouths.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” I murmur, completely fascinated by the heat in his stare, and the way his tongue swipes across his lips.
“Let me kiss you at least?” He lowers his mouth, his intent as clear as his words. “I’ve been dying to taste those lips. To see if they’re still the same.”
“Um . . .” I should feel caged in. Between the chair and the table, his hands near my throat and his body behind mine, I expect my anxiety to ruin this moment. Only it never comes. Instead, desire and attraction so powerful flood my veins. I almost reach up and grab for him.
“One kiss?” He bends, closing the remaining space until there isn’t more than shared breath between us. All I need to do is close the space, to nod my consent, and his lips will crash on mine.




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Kacey Shea is a mom of three, wife, and USA Today bestselling author who resides in sunny Arizona. She enjoys reading and writing romance novels as much as her son loves unicorns, which is a lot.

When she's not writing you will find her playing taxi cab to her children while belting out her favorite tunes, meeting friends or family for food and to share some laughs, or sweating it out in the gym.

She has an unhealthy obsession with firefighters. It could be the pants. It could be the fire. It's just hot. On occasion she has been known to include them, without their knowledge, in her selfies outside the grocery store.

Kacey one day aspires to be a woman hand model in a sexy photo shoot. You know, the woman's hand raking across the muscular back or six pack stomach of the male fitness model. Yep, that hand.

Until that day comes she will continue writing sexy, flirty romance novels in hopes to bring others joy!

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Release Blitz! A Sticky Situation By Missy Johnson


A sexy rock star walking into your hotel room?
It sounds like a dream come true.
When you’re in the middle of some serious self-pleasure like I was
It’s a freaking nightmare.
It gets worse.
What I thought was my hotel room…was actually his.
I’d just given last year’s hottest new talent a performance worthy of my own Grammy.
Now everyone is talking about the girl who got her rocks off in Brix Wilson’s hotel room.
Nobody knows I’m that girl and it’s going to stay that way.
It’s not like I’m going to run into him again, right?
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Panicked, I sit up, gaping in disbelief at the person standing in the doorway. I grasp at the sheet, I frantically try to cover the most crucial bits of me, while feeling completely mortified. He, on the other hand, can’t wipe that damn smirk off his face.
What the fuck?
His head cocks sideways and his lips twitch into an even bigger grin that I’d probably find sexy—if I wasn’t two knuckles deep and showing him more of me than any guy has seen of me in a long time.
“Well, I have to say,” he drawls in a low, husky voice, “women do a lot of shit to try to get my attention, but this is definitely up there as the most original.”
I can’t even comprehend what he’s saying, because I’m frozen on the spot and trying to work out what the hell he’s doing in my room. Is this some kind of sick joke? Is he planning on attacking me? My eyes dart to the phone on the wall, but they switch back to him when he walks closer.
Fuck.
He steps out of the shadows, giving me a better look at his face and—
Double fuck.
What the heck is the lead singer of The Vision doing in my hotel room?
I don’t know whether to laugh or cry, so my body decides to do both. I can’t think straight, but I’m doing my best to stop freaking the fuck out so I can try to figure a way out of this mess. I’m so unbelievably embarrassed. And naked, apart from this flimsy sheet. I should probably get dressed. The problem is, doing anything at this point feels impossible.
“So, do you speak?” he asks, jolting me out of my thoughts. “I mean, we’ve established that you can moan quite well.”
Oh God.
“I had a friend once, who was mute,” he muses, “we drifted apart because our conversations were always very one-sided.”
“I am not mute,” I snap, glaring at him.
“Great, then you can start by telling me what you’re doing.” He laughs and rubs his jaw. “I mean, it’s pretty obvious what you were doing, I’m just not sure why. Not that I didn’t appreciate the show,” he quickly adds. “Trust me, I did.” His dark eyes flash with amusement. “It’s refreshing to meet a girl who doesn’t mind opening herself up.”
What the ever loving fuck…?
How can he casually crack jokes like he isn’t the slightest bit embarrassed about walking in on me? I don’t trust myself to speak, so I just glare at him.
“Can I get you anything, like a drink?” he offers. “Or maybe offer you a hand…?”
“You could offer me some privacy?” I suggest, my body shaking with rage.
“Privacy, huh?” He grins at me. “Sure. I’ll turn around.”
He’ll turn around?
“Or you could leave, the same way you came in?” I retort.
 “You seem pretty agitated over there. I’m guessing I interrupted the finale? Have you thought about trying some relaxation breathing?” he suggests, “it’s supposed to be great for relieving tension.”
“Are you done?” I growl.
“Are you?” he asks. “Maybe you should be the one leaving?”
A surge of anger hits me. Why the hell should I be the one to leave when he’s the one in my room? I wrestle myself up so I’m sitting on the edge of the bed, my knuckles white from clinging onto the sheet so tightly. While I’m at it, why am I the one who’s embarrassed?
If I can’t get myself off in the privacy of my own room—
I stop, mid-thought as I look around, an uneasy feeling creeping into my stomach. The clothes scattered outside the bathroom. The freaking guitar leaning against the couch that I somehow neglected to notice. The champagne. The note…there was no upgrade.
I’m the one in the wrong room.
And I was seconds from climaxing all over Brix Wilson’s bed.
My heart pounds as a trickle of sweat makes it’s way down the back of my neck. I swat it away, while trying hard to think up an excuse for being in his room that sounds even half plausible.
Who am I kidding? There’s no getting out of this. Not without me looking like a complete fuckwit. Sure, they gave me the wrong key, which makes this whole mess not my fault, but as if he’s going to believe that.
I take a deep breath and reach for my clothes, somehow managing to dress myself while showing minimal skin. Not that he hasn’t seen everything already.
God, he’s seen more of my than I have.
I stand up, nearly losing my balance. My legs feel like jelly, so even walking feels like a hard task, but I have to get out of here. And the longer I wait, the harder escaping is going to be.
“I have to go,” I mumble.
“So soon? You went to all this trouble of getting in here and performing for me, and now you’re leaving? Where’s the harm in hanging around for a little longer?” he presses. “I was looking forward to seeing how far you’d go.”
I stalk over to the door, avoiding all physical contact with him. He can’t wipe the smirk off his face, but I can’t let myself think too hard about what just happened, or I’ll lose control. As I close the door behind me, I hear his voice call out after me;
“What, I don’t even get an encore?”






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Missy lives in central Victoria with her husband, three-year-old daughter, two cats, two dogs and turtle.  When she's not writing, she can usually be found …oh wait. She’s always writing.


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Cover Reveal! Hide Your Crazy By Lani Lynn Vale


      I’m kind of a lady, but definitely more of a weirdo. Hearing the woman at the table behind him say that to her friend should’ve turned Logan Gibbs off. It doesn’t. In all honesty, it only makes him listen harder. He’s had enough weird in his life to last a lifetime. The last thing his complicated life needs is a woman in it who has no clue what color you get when you mix yellow and blue together. Yet, her obvious blonde moments aren’t enough to deter him. Nor is her lack of finger-painting skills. I’m a cop, not a miracle worker. Hearing the man in the group behind her say that should’ve had Katy Roberts running away as fast as her feet would carry her. Katy’s father’s a cop, and it’s hard enough to live her life with Daddy trying to dictate her every move. She needs another cop in her life like she needs yet another thing to go wrong. To add onto that, she can’t find a job, has no love life to speak of, and has to be the oldest known virgin in Kilgore, Texas. Yet, when she sees his painting—a painting that resembles a piece of the male anatomy more than the lighthouse they were supposed to be painting—she knows that she has to give him a chance. The very last thing the two of them expect is for her father and his boss to force them to marry after an eensy-weensy accident. An accident that, surprisingly, both of them want.    

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     Lani Lynn Vale is a USA Today Bestselling Author of over thirty titles. She is married with three children, two dogs, two cats, a donkey, and a couple (a couple also meaning over twenty) chickens. When she’s not writing, you can find her curled up in her favorite chair reading. Lani is married with three children and lives in the Great State of Texas. Website | Facebook | Twitter | Instagram | Goodreads | BookBub