Review: Tied to His Betrayal by Stacey Kennedy

Darius Bennett can’t live without supreme control. A self-made billionaire, he’s rich enough to get anything—and any woman—he wants, yet he’s still haunted by a broken relationship. Five years ago, Darius let Taylor Erikson go because he knew he could never give her what she truly wanted: his heart. But the moment Taylor walks back into his life, bruised and beaten, Darius blames himself. To make good on his betrayal, he vows to help her heal—in and out of the sheets.

Once upon a time, Darius was Taylor’s world. Now his fierce embrace is exactly what she needs to get back on her feet. But Taylor pays a heavy price for her sizzling nights with Darius. As the emotional ties become stronger than ever and the paparazzi hunt her down for their next juicy story, Taylor must face some hard truths. They can’t go back. And to move forward, the key to loving Darius isn’t about keeping his secrets—it’s about exposing them.

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I love second chance love and I love that Darius learns that how his choice of the past affected Taylor and the choices she makes as well. Though she learns a lot from her mistake and finds out that she is a much stronger person then she thinks. I think I know though who is the person who is trying to hurt the DC, but will have to wait until the next book to figure it out.

Devil’s Honor & Devil’s Mark by Megan Crane

Merritt Broussard grew up knowing she had two choices if she stayed in Lagrange: run with the outlaws or get left in their dust. So she got the hell out, leaving behind a bad-boy biker and scorching memories of their summer fling. Now Merritt’s back, with trouble on her tail, and the sergeant-at-arms of the Devil’s Keepers is the one person she can still trust. But Greeley isn’t the boy she remembers. He’s harder now, more dangerous—and even more alluring.

Joseph “Greeley” Shaw loves two things: his bike and his club. At eighteen, he escaped a rough life, found the Devil’s Keepers on the wrong side of a bad weekend, and never looked back. Greeley swore to live and die by their code: Devil’s Keepers first, Devil’s Keepers forever. No one comes between him and his brothers—except for the tantalizing woman who touched his soul. Greeley’s the kind of man who honors his commitments . . . and Merritt is one promise he’s determined to keep.

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Holly Chambless is tired of being the squeaky clean daughter of Lagrange’s holier-than-thou mayor. When her father is charged with corruption, she realizes that her whole life’s been a lie. Now’s her chance to do all the things she never dared, like scoring a job at a bar where reputations go to die, or reconnecting with the biker who sparked a secret hunger in her all those years ago. Holly isn’t a wide-eyed girl anymore – and this time she wants a taste of what has always been denied.

Killian “Uptown” Chenier has no time for stuck-up princesses. He likes fast bikes and wild sex. Sure, he remembers Holly. He sent her running with a wicked smile and a lesson about prying eyes. And sure, she’s grown up smoking-hot, with a body he’d like to personally desecrate. But Devil’s Keepers business is real and intense. Her daddy stole from the club, leaving his pretty blonde daughter a walking target. And when Uptown takes aim at what he wants, he never misses.

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Oh man these bad ass bikers really got the perfect names. They are devils in how hot and demanding they are. Now they are ready to take on the world until these women walk into their lives. With Greeley and Merritt we have a second chance love. One that has always been in their blood the whole time. Growing and just waiting to explode in the right way. They were exactly the thing that they needed. But I hated the fact that Merritt’s ex and stalker got to walk away. I felt for Greeley and his need to get revenge. Then we have a forbidden love in Uptown and Holly. Maybe it was the fact that they needed to release something that they had in the past. An event that changed how they both saw the world. My heart broke for Holly as she discovered more and more who her father really was.

I give both these books 4.5 rumbling kisses…

Happy Reading… Adri

Review: Waiting for an Earl Like You by Alexandra Hawkins


Justin Reeve Netherwood, Earl of Kempthorn—a.k.a. Thorn—has never cared much for his neighbor’s daughter. But his twin brother, Gideon, befriended the wild, reckless, and wholly inappropriate Miss Olivia Lydall in youth, and two have been close ever since. So when Olivia finds herself in a state of romantic conflict and seeks out Gideon for advice, he’s only too pleased to oblige. Only problem: The man Olivia is speaking to is Thorn. And now it’s too late for him to tell Olivia the truth…

Thorn always believed that Olivia was too smitten with Gideon for her own good. So what’s the harm in steering her away from him? But Thorn’s charade turns out to be anything but harmless once he begins to see Olivia for who she really is: A woman full of spirit and passion…and someone he can’t live without. But how can Thorn claim Olivia’s heart when their deepening connection—and burning desire—is built on lies and deceit?


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Olivia was content to be alone. The quiet gave her time to gather her thoughts. She had had enough excitement for one day.

A soft, almost musical whistle floated on the night’s air, the source coming from the shadowed path. The notes heralding the arrival of one of the other guests. Of someone who knew her habits.

“Who is it?”

The soft footfalls abruptly halted as if she had surprised someone by announcing her presence. The light from the nearby torches and the soft glow of the lanterns illuminating the folly prevented her from seeing too deeply into the shadows.

Her pulse quickened in anticipation to learn the identity of the man approaching the folly. She knew Malster Park as well as her father’s lands. She was acquainted with most of the Felsteads’ guests, but if she encountered an amorous drunken fellow, she was confident that she could slip away before he became a nuisance.

“What are you doing out here alone, Olivia?” a voice demanded, the barest trace of anger hardening it.

She grinned down as the familiar face emerged out of the surrounding darkness. “Gideon! You gave me such a fright,” she said, meeting him at the bottom of the steps.

“And I can see it taught you nothing,” he growled, taking her hand and pressing a kiss to her fingers. The tenderness of the action was an intriguing contrast to his tone. “You are too old to be running about at all hours.”

Hands still clasped, she led him up the three steps so he could appreciate their view. “When Lord and Lady Felstead invite the entire parish to Malster Park, everyone is running about at all hours. I am perfectly safe. What are you doing here? I thought you would be sitting with your family near the lake.”

“I could ask you the same question.”

Lord and Lady Felstead had illuminated the garden walkways and connecting paths with torches. Paper lamps glowed from every tree limb, adding warmth to the darkness. Gideon sat down beside her and leaned against one of the marble columns.

Olivia shrugged. “This seemed a good spot as any to watch the fireworks.”

She adjusted the shawl on her shoulders to conceal the front of her borrowed dress. The marchioness’s daughter was smaller in the chest, and Olivia worried the top of the bodice was showing too much flesh. When she had expressed her concerns to Lady Felstead, the older woman had assured her that she looked quite lovely. However, Lady Grisdale’s disapproving scowl at supper and the admiring glances she had noticed by several gentlemen this evening proved that her worries were not unfounded.

Gideon scratched his jaw and glanced in the direction of the lake. “There are better views,” he said, politely not mentioning the trees that closed in around the folly. “And you are missing the revelry.”

She turned slightly so she could admire his profile. Gideon and his brother were breathtakingly handsome. It was no hardship to stare at the gentleman seated close to her. “How did you know where to find me?”

He braced his elbows on the tops of his thighs. “When I could not find you near the lake, I thought I might find you here.”

Olivia laughed. “Well, after our little accident, it seemed prudent to stay away from the water.”

Gideon cocked his head and gave her a rueful grin. “Angling for another apology, Olivia?”

“Not at all,” she said, circling the column as if it were a dance partner. “I have already forgiven you.”

“And my brother?”

The curious note in his inflection made her pause and stare at him. “Of course. I have no quarrel with Lord Kempthorn.”

“Are you certain? I sensed some tension between you and him when he found us together,” he said, watching her gracefully move between the marble columns.

Her full lips formed a contemplative pout as she considered her words. “Well, he did catch us in a slightly compromising position. Knowing your stiff-necked twin, he was likely offended by our familiarity.”

“Is that how you see him?” Gideon said, humor glimmering in his eyes. “Stiff-necked?”

“Pompous could apply too. Though to be fair, I prefer not to gain his attention. I am not one of your brother’s favorite people.” She stilled and tilted her head as she concentrated on the music playing in the distance. “I adore this Scottish reel.”

“What?” He looked slightly baffled when she held out her hand.

“I cannot dance alone, Mr. Netherwood,” she said, leaning down to take his hand.

“I have not danced in years,” Gideon protested.

“Then you have not been living,” she answered, pulling him onto his feet.

Gideon shook his head, but did not try to ruin her merriment. Olivia was practically bouncing on her heels as they descended the steps and made their way onto the gravel path. She clasped both of his hands, inclined her head, and curtsied.

“We are missing a few people for our reel.”

Gideon bowed his head. “There are plenty of people near the lake.”

Olivia rolled her eyes as they circled clockwise twice around and then reversed directions. Gideon rested his hand on the small of her back as she extended her right arm outward as if she were taking part in a dance position that would have included other ladies. She and Gideon moved in step to the energetic tune. Then they reversed direction.

“Do you know how ridiculous we look?” he asked, resigned that he could not discourage her.

Olivia released his hand and turned toward him. She grabbed the front of her skirt and gave him a flash of her ankles as she hopped from side to side, alternating her feet. “Why? Because we are dancing under the stars and moonlight?”

It pleased her that Gideon had not missed a single step.

“One of many reasons,” he teased as he gripped her elbow and tugged her closer for a quick turn.

Olivia felt her breath catch in her throat as their gazes locked as he whirled them about four times. The air warmed and her chest grew tight. This was Gideon, of all people. She would never live it down if she fainted at his feet. To clear her head, she danced away, her hand positions and feet moving as if in step with other dancers.

“Olivia, you do realize you are dancing alone?” Gideon said. His hands were planted on his narrow hips as he watched her with a hooded gaze.

“Am I?” was her cheeky reply, but she dutifully danced her way back to his side. “I had not noticed.”

She had intended to dance around him, but he caught her elbow and clasped her other hand before she could break away. Gideon turned them in a tight circle.

“You never change,” he said with a laugh. “I have missed your mad, wild ways, Olivia.”

“Have you?” Her right brow arched. “Perhaps the next time you plan an adventure, you will invite me along.”

Gideon stared down at her with a thoughtful, too serious expression on his face. “Maybe I shall.”

Before she could reply, several large popping sounds caught her attention. “Oh look, the fireworks have begun,” she said, moving away from him as she stared above the trees. “Lovely.”


Olivia glanced over at him and was startled to see that he was staring at her instead of the sky. Flustered, she shifted her gaze upward. “Can you see the fireworks from there?”

The orchestra had moved on to another musical composition that might have been played specifically for the fireworks, but the timing was off. Still, it was a beautiful piece that added to the festive mood.

“Come along. We will have a higher perch if we stand at the edge of the portico,” Gideon said, grabbing her hand and tugging her back to the folly.

Olivia happily indulged him. If she had been alone, she would have selected the same spot. She was surprised how easily she and Gideon had slipped into their old friendship, even though years apart should have made them strangers.

“Shared history, I suppose,” she muttered under her breath.

“What?” Gideon halted at the edge and tucked her into his side. His hand touched the small of her back as if he was prepared to catch her if she was clumsy enough to fall.

His lack of faith in her sense of balance was embarrassing, but it was a sweet gesture.

“It’s nothing,” she said, staring above the line of trees. Distant cheers and crackling noises indicated she and Gideon were missing some of the spectacular display illuminating the night sky. “I guess this wasn’t the most ideal location to watch the fireworks.”

“I agree.”

She winced at his bluntness. “Well, I do not recall inviting you to join me.”

“Truly?” Gideon waited until she looked at him. “I could have sworn that we had plans to meet again.”

Olivia placed her hand on the column to steady her stance. “What are you talking about? A clandestine meeting?” She fluttered her eyelashes at him. “Why Mr. Netherwood, I do not believe my father would approve of your conduct.”

“Your father would never know,” Gideon said, his hand moving from the small of her back to her left hip. “You do understand what it means to meet in secret.”

“I do, you clodpole,” she said sweetly. “Nevertheless, there is no reason for us to keep our visits a secret. Unless you are worried that your brother will not approve.”

He frowned. “My brother has no influence over me.”

Olivia snorted indelicately. “He is your twin. If his opinion did not matter so much, you would not chafe against the restraints you feel he has imposed on you.”

“You have no notion of what you are talking about,” he said through clenched teeth.

“Clearly I have overstepped my bounds,” she said, unapologetic and undaunted by his anger. “There.” She pointed at the sky. “Did you see it?”

“You speak of old rivalries,” Gideon continued, not paying attention to the fireworks. 

“What do you know of my relationship with my brother? It has been years since we have lived in the same household.”

“The moment you and Lord Kempthorn were in spitting distance of each other, I ended up in the lake,” she countered. His open-mouthed expression had her swallowing her annoyance. “So you must forgive me if I do not wish to be placed in the middle again. I doubt your sister has another clean dress that will almost fit me properly.”

Gideon noted the uncomfortable way she had pinched the edges of the shawl together with her fist. When they had been dancing together, she had forgotten about the tight bodice or the indecent amount of flesh revealed. Had he noticed? He had not mentioned it, but that did not mean he had not looked.

“Are you cold?”

The change of subject threw her off-balance. “Cold? Uh, I—no.”

“Here. Allow me,” Gideon said, gently prying her fingers from the shawl. “If you keep tugging on the shawl, you’ll end up strangling yourself.”

He brushed her hand aside and adjusted the edges so he could see a small portion of her bodice. “Better?”

Olivia nodded, acutely aware of the warmth from his hands, of the light tingles his touch created as his knuckles grazed her skin. She swallowed to ease the dryness in her throat. “We are missing the fireworks.”

“Are we?” he softly asked. “Look at me, Olivia.”

Butterflies battered the walls of her stomach as she stared at his hands. No, that was not helpful at all. She shut her eyes. Unable to explain her reluctance, she shook her head. She heard several explosions overhead. Fireworks.

“You are missing—”

Olivia dutifully tilted her chin upward and opened her eyes. Without speaking, Gideon blocked her view of the sky as his mouth descended on hers. Her body started at the first brush of his warm lips. It was a revelation. The awareness. Her body came alive as his lips pressed against hers. The heat. It was not just her cheeks that burned. She felt like she had taken her first sip of liquid fire. It flowed over her tongue and down her throat and spread through her entire body. She leaned into him, wishing for—what? Olivia was uncertain of what she was yearning for.

Gideon groaned against her mouth, and that seemed to break the enthrallment.

She took a step backward and he caught her to him. Otherwise she would have fallen off the portico. She tried to push him away.

“What is this? What are you doing?” she demanded, feeling off-balanced and slightly betrayed.

“It’s called a kiss,” he said, sounding amused.

“I know what a kiss is,” she hissed, pulling away from him. “That was not my first kiss.”

“I should hope not,” he teased. “You are almost twenty years old. You are too young to forget your first kiss.”

Damn him. He would pick this moment to remind her that she had shared her first kiss with him. It had taken place the year Gideon had seduced her final governess. He and his brother were leaving Malster Park the next day for London. Olivia had not expected to see him again until autumn. He had come to bid her farewell. To this day, she did not know what possessed him to kiss her.

Nor had he mentioned it until now.

She took a fortifying breath. “Not all kisses are memorable, Mr. Netherwood.”

“Is that a dare, Miss Lydall?”

The ice in his voice reminded her of Lord Kempthorn. She already felt muddled by Gideon’s kiss. “Not in the slightest. Once is enough.”

“You mean twice, my dear lady.”

The look she sent his way was one of utter loathing. She pushed him, and this time he moved out of her way.

“Where are you going?”

“Back to the main house,” she said over her shoulder. “You are not invited to join me.”

“Was it something I said?” he said, causing her shoulders to stiffen at his mocking tone.

Olivia ignored him and kept her eyes focuses on the dimly lit gravel path as she increased the distance between her and Gideon. Her hearing felt muffled, but if she concentrated, she could hear the crackling and hiss of the fireworks and the cheers from the crowd gathered around the lake.

Olivia tried not to think about Gideon’s kiss. Her mouth tingled and burned. She had almost forgotten about their first awkward kiss, and she could not fathom why he had decided to kiss her again. It was the tight bodice, she thought as she brooded, recalling the undisguised heat she had glimpsed in his eyes.

The borrowed dress had brought her nothing but trouble.


alexandra hawkinsAlexandra Hawkins is an unrepentant Anglophile who discovered romance novels as a teenager and knew that one day she would be writing her own. The USA Today bestselling author has written seventeen historical romances, including A Duke But No Gentleman, the first book in her new Masters of Seduction series.  Alexandra has combined her love of English history, mythology, and romance to create sensual character-driven stories that, she hopes, will touch readers’ hearts.

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I don’t even know where to start with this book. I loved it so much. I so enjoyed the interaction between Thorn and Olivia. There was so tension between them, and then to find out that some of the past that they share, it was just perfect. I wanted to cry and go through the book and hold on to Olivia and make things better for her. I can’t wait to see what happens with the rest of the Masters of Seduction.

I give this book 5 seductive kisses…

Happy Reading… Adri

Review: To Lure a Proper Lady by Ashlyn Macnamara




In this steamy novel from Ashlyn Macnamara—“a born storyteller” (Jennifer McQuiston) who “brings all the elegance and romance of the Regency to life” (Tessa Dare)—a dutiful young lady tries to resist the charms of a rogue from the legendary Bow Street Runners.

When Lady Elizabeth Wilde and her sisters are summoned once again to their chronically anxious father’s deathbed, she’s shocked to find that his worries are at last justified. He’s terribly ill, and Lizzie suspects poison. But when she seeks help from the Bow Street Runners, her request is answered by a rough-hewn rogue known only as Dysart. Though his irreverent charm by turns shocks and captivates her, a man of Dysart’s background is an altogether inappropriate choice for a duke’s daughter—isn’t he?

Although Dysart has his reasons to disdain polite society, the promise of supplemental income from a noble’s coffers is too tempting to deny. But if Dysart means to apprehend the culprit who poisoned the duke, he’ll need to avoid any and all distractions—like the delicious swish of Lady Elizabeth’s hips. Yet as the investigation begins to unearth secrets he’d rather remain hidden, Dysart must decide at a moment’s notice whether to hold Elizabeth at arm’s length . . . or pull her dangerously close.



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Chapter 1

Sherrington Manor, Suffolk, June 1822

The summons came at precisely three-thirty in the afternoon. The Duke of Sherrington lay on his deathbed.


Lady Elizabeth Wilde, Sherrington’s eldest daughter, pushed aside her latest attempt at composing a novel and rose from her writing desk. A dutiful daughter would experience sorrow or possibly panic at the thought of her father’s imminent demise, but the most Lizzie could manage was resignation. This made twice this month, after all.

As she emerged from the sitting room, the soft patter of footsteps met her ears. Her younger sister breezed along the corridor from elsewhere in the manor, dressed in faded blue muslin that had seen too many washings—a sure sign she’d been hidden away with her paints. “Have you heard?” she panted.

“Just now.” Lizzie paused her stride so Pippa could catch up. “Has he even arisen from his bed today?”

“I don’t think so. What of Caro?”

“Caruthers will have sent a footman out to the stables.”

Almost like proof of Lizzie’s reply, the clomp of riding boots echoed in the entrance hall. Caro halted at the foot of the main staircase, slapping a pair of sturdy leather gloves across her palm. The skirts of her old riding habit dragged over the patterned marble floor.

Thank heavens she wasn’t clad in breeches today. Papa wouldn’t approve—but then, he didn’t come out of his bedchamber often enough to grasp the full extent of Caro’s disregard for convention.

“Oh good,” Pippa said. “Caruthers caught you.”

“Just before I had a chance to make my escape.” Caro pulled a face halfway between a smile and a grimace.

Pippa chewed at her lip. “Do you think something’s really the matter?”

“This time? I don’t know.” But an odd prickle at the back of Lizzie’s neck told her otherwise.

“Only one way to find out.” Gathering the skirts of her habit over an arm, Caro trailed her free hand over the ornately carved banister. Lizzie followed her sister up two more flights, while generations of previous dukes disapproved from their gilt frames.

At the top of the stairs, a liveried footman opened the heavy paneled doors to Papa’s chambers. Lizzie strode past an inlaid teak writing desk, several pages of neglected correspondence scattered across its surface. A pair of empty armchairs guarded a cold marble fireplace. She stopped before the entrance to the bedchamber on the opposite end of the sitting room, hesitating half a moment before rapping. Then she pushed open the door.

Lizzie braced herself for the musty, closed-in smell tinged with a keen medicinal undertone. Almost dwarfed by the cunningly carved columns of a tester bed shrouded in dark red velvet hangings, Papa lay back against a mound of pillows, the sheets pulled up to his chest. At his right hand stood a tea cart, but in place of the expected fine china and delicacies, an array of vials awaited his pleasure. Lizzie counted the tiny bottles.

Fourteen. Three more than last week. “You summoned us, Papa?”

Gray eyes blinked open. “Ah, there you all are.” At least his voice sounded strong. Warm and kindly, the way she always remembered it. “Yes, I thought it was high time we discussed a matter of great importance.”

Lizzie exchanged a glance with her sisters. A fortnight ago, he had begun the same way, yet he was still of this earth. Aged, abed, and frail to be certain, but he didn’t appear any closer to dying than he had then.

“What is it?” Caro asked. Already her body was leaning toward the door, as if she wanted to be gone from this stuffy bedchamber. Given her choice, she’d be anywhere but inside, galloping across the estate like the devil was after her.

“Why, the annual house party. What else?”

“House party?” Pippa parroted.

“That is not what Caruthers told me,” Caro protested.

“No,” Lizzie added. “He said your condition was far more serious.” Not that Papa’s duties would be any more onerous than greeting his guests and sitting at the head of the table at supper.

“It is,” Papa replied, “which is why I insist on holding the party. Naturally, I shall make a supreme effort to put in an appearance. Dr. Fowler has mixed me a new tincture to add to my regimen. He claims it ought to settle my stomach.” Papa rubbed his hand over the offending area. “The good Lord knows something has to ease my suffering at some point.” He stopped and looked at each of his daughters in turn. “I am counting on all of you to make the gathering a success.”

“Papa.” Lizzie reached for his hand. The skin beneath her palm was dry and papery. “Perhaps it’s for the best if we don’t host anybody this year. Next summer, when you’re feeling better, we can have as big a party as you like.”

His fingers tightened about hers as he straightened. “My dear. Indeed, all of you.” Once again, his fond gaze passed over each of them in turn. “Caruthers did not mislead you. It is my unfortunate duty to inform you that I surely will not last until next year.”

“Oh, Papa, no,” Pippa burst out.

“There, there.” Caro patted their youngest sister’s shoulder. “Papa’s been dying for the past decade, at least. I doubt he’s planning on kicking the bucket any time soon.”

Lizzie studied his lined face. Caro had the right of it, seemingly. Nothing off about his coloring, at least nothing that his extended periods in bed didn’t explain. She brushed back a few gray straggles from his forehead, the flesh beneath her fingers cool to the touch.

“What did the doctor say?” Papa’s usual dramatics aside, she wanted to be sure.

Papa folded his arms across his thin chest, looking distinctly petulant. “Nothing useful, that’s certain. He recommended a daily constitutional.”

“It might not do you any harm to get out of this chamber every so often,” Caro put in.

“Out of the question. How can you even suggest such a thing, given my gout?”

A furrow formed between Pippa’s brows. “Since when do you suffer from gout?”

Papa let out a little huff. “I could develop gout at any moment.”

“You could at least open a window from time to time,” Caro suggested.

“Oh, no. You never know what might be borne on the air. Very bad things for the state of my health.”

“What state is that?”

“My sour stomach. It’s been getting worse lately. And that’s not even taking my dropsy into consideration. And don’t forget the possibility of developing lung fever.”

“If it’s worse perhaps you ought to try something different.”

Lizzie pressed her lips together. Papa enjoyed exaggerating his condition. She could only hope this was one of those occasions.

“Your pardon.” Papa bowed his head. “The hour is difficult, but we must face the hard facts of the matter. And we absolutely must hold our party as planned.” He shifted on his pillows, reaching beneath the blankets to produce a sheet of paper. At the same time, his tone altered from solemn to the very definition of efficiency. “I’ve taken the liberty of making up the guest list.”

“Papa, you always leave that to me.” Lizzie took the paper. And why, if he was so seriously ill, was he troubling himself with such trivial matters as the guest list? If he mentioned overseeing the week’s menus, she’d know he was in fine fettle. As it was, the moment the party came up, her mind had automatically begun to sift through menu possibilities.

But the moment she scanned the page, suspicion replaced any notion of elegant meals and niggled in the pit of her belly. One after the next, rank upon rank, the list contained the names of men. Only men, unmarried to the last. And Snowley Wilde, her second cousin and Papa’s heir, topped them all.

“Oh, Papa, really.” She passed the page to Pippa.

He nodded. “I see you understand. It is my firm desire to see each of you settled before I slough off this mortal coil. We shall take advantage of our annual party for you to make your selections.”

As if they were attending the village fair in Lindsey Tye and choosing trinkets from the vendors’ booths.

The guest list rattled in Caro’s hand. “You would think, if any of us intended to entertain offers, we’d have done so over the course of any number of London Seasons.”

Six, to be precise, in Lizzie’s case. Five for Caro; four for Pippa.

A benign smile spread across Papa’s thin cheeks. “You will simply have to work harder at bringing a gentleman up to scratch. I’ve every confidence you will if you set your minds to it.”

Lizzie stared hard at her outspoken sister, willing her not to respond. She could already tell what Caro was thinking: You’re assuming any of us wish to bring a gentleman up to scratch.

Lizzie understood Caro’s reluctance to entertain suitors. She enjoyed the freedom of the estate too well to tie herself to a husband who might forbid her from riding across the fields at breakneck speeds. Not to mention her propensity for ditching her sidesaddle whenever she could manage the feat, in favor of riding astride—the better to jump five-foot hedges. If any of them took their family name to heart, it was Caro.

As for Lizzie herself, when Snowley Wilde topped the list of her marital prospects, no one could expect her to rush into a courtship.

Good Lord, Snowley. If she married him, she’d maintain Caro’s access to the land she loved, but as for the rest . . . That meant putting up with Snowley himself. Intimately.

Lizzie suppressed a shudder. Perhaps her reluctance came of knowing the man her entire life. Of recalling him with a finger shoved up his nose or the way he delighted in passing wind when he was twelve. He’d cackled with glee over what he termed his farts.

When she’d made her debut, she’d harbored fantasies of stolen kisses on terraces and gloved fingers trailing across her palm, the touch lingering an instant longer than propriety demanded, in the middle of a reel. At the very least, one ought to feel some inkling of attraction for one’s husband.

No doubt other gentlemen with whom she’d danced and taken turns about the ballroom had exhibited the same sorts of behavior as her cousin when they were younger. Thankfully, she didn’t possess personal knowledge of their doings. That extra layer of mystique made all the difference. She couldn’t close her eyes and call up an image of them as dirty, mud-loving little boys enamored of the sounds their body produced, snot, and bubbies. Every time another man laughed in her presence, she didn’t hear an echo of his unholy cackle.

And that was to say nothing of the fussy, fastidious man her cousin had grown into.

Papa cleared his throat. “If it will sweeten the deal, I will allow you to add a few more gentlemen of your choosing to the list of attendees. I will trust you to ensure they’re respectable. Naturally, you may add enough young ladies to round out the numbers.”

“I will agree on one condition,” Pippa said. “That we do not let Great-aunt Matilda hear a word about this.”

“She’ll be terribly disappointed if you don’t invite her,” Papa replied. “You know how she looks forward to her visits.”

Caro crossed her arms. “That is precisely why she cannot find out about the party. I still haven’t recovered from the last time she stayed with us.”

Neither had Lizzie. Not when their great-aunt had traveled with an entire separate coach full of trunks to house her extensive wardrobe. Not to mention the rather young, brawny footman to cart everything up to her bedchamber—and to see to Matilda’s personal needs. Or so their great-aunt had termed it with a wink and a titter worthy of the greenest society miss.

Pippa mimicked her sister’s stance. “If she brings Sven with her again, she’s sure to cause a scandal.”

Papa looked from one to the other. “Who is Sven?”

“Her footman.” Lizzie squared her shoulders and attempted to make herself look tall and bulky. “I’m not sure he even speaks English.” But Sven was probably able to perform his duties without a strong grasp of English. “Did you not notice she brought a manservant on her last visit?”

“I can’t say that I did.” Because he’d spent most of her visit in bed.

So, for that matter, had Great-aunt Matilda, but Lizzie could hardly point that out. “Even without the manservant the cut of her gowns is far too revealing for a woman her age.”

“No one wants to see that much wrinkly skin,” Caro picked up the argument. “She’ll frighten all our suitors off, and then where will we be?”

“On the shelf.” Pippa nodded sagely. “Perhaps I should learn to spin so I can be a proper spinster.”

Instead of answering, Papa crossed his arms over his belly and drew up his knees until he’d curled himself into a ball on the pillows. A long, miserable groan emanated from the depths of his chest.

Pippa gasped, while Caro’s eyes went round. A jolt of alarm pierced Lizzie through the gut, but somehow she managed to stop her hand shaking long enough to place it back on Papa’s forehead. The skin beneath her palm was cold and clammy. “Papa?”

“My . . . stomach.” Beads of sweat broke out on his upper lip. “Caruthers. My tonic . . . tell him.”

“Your tonics are right here.” Heavens, couldn’t he see the colorful array of glass vials? “Which one do you need?”

A rustle sounded somewhere behind her. One of her sisters had reached for the bellpull.

“Not those. No good. Caruthers . . . knows.”

Lizzie’s pulse hammered harder. “You mean you have other medicines?”

Papa only supplied her with more incoherent groans. Her sisters returned her panicked stare with similar expressions of their own. Papa had always been vocal in his complaints, but they’d never actually witnessed him in any real pain. His face twisted into a grimace that left Lizzie with no doubt this attack—or whatever it was—was real.

Thankfully, the butler came striding into the bedchamber. “Out with you.” Caruthers’s voice carried enough confidence to reassure Lizzie that he could manage this situation. “Now.”

She planted her feet. “What’s wrong with him?”

“His stomach pains him, as he most certainly has claimed.”

“Yes, but—”

Caruthers fixed her with a glare he likely used to cow the junior footmen and scullery maids. “With all due respect, my lady, out.” His glower extended to Pippa and Caro. “All of you.”

Lips trembling, Lizzie crossed into the sitting room. The door closed with an emphatic click of the latch. Caro pressed her ear to the oak panel, and they all waited while the air in the outer chamber thickened.

The silence became heavier until all Lizzie could hear was her own heartbeat. A hand slipped into hers, and her fingers tightened about it reflexively. The weight of Pippa’s head settled on Lizzie’s shoulder.

“He’s actually ill.” Pippa’s whisper echoed through the stillness and pressed on Lizzie’s heart.

She closed her eyes against a sudden burning at their back. No dramatics this time. Papa had told them the truth. He was ill, perhaps dying, which meant they must take his wishes seriously.

Even when those wishes meant she had to consider Snowley’s suit.


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They say that once you reach your forties, you undergo some sort of mid-life ashlynmacnamaraheadshot03crisis. That must have been what happened to Ashlyn Macnamara when she finally made up her mind to set down some of the stories that had been accumulating dust in the dark recesses of her brain for years. As space becomes available, other plots and characters have developed the pesky habit of moving in to take their place.

Ashlyn lives in the wilds of suburbia outside Montreal with her husband, two teenage daughters, and one loudmouth cat. When not writing, she looks for other excuses to neglect the housework, among them knitting, reading and wasting time on the internet in the guise of doing research.

She is represented by Sara Megibow of ktliterary.

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Her debut novel, A MOST SCANDALOUS PROPOSAL, hit the bookshelves on February 26, 2013. A MOST DEVILISH ROGUE followed on August 27, 2013 from Ballantine Books. Her new series, the Eton Boys trilogy debuts with WHAT A LADY CRAVES, available August 12, 2014 from Loveswept.


If you have been following this blog for a while you know the first thing I will do is thank NetGalley and Random House Loveswept for providing us with a copy of this book so that we could bring you this review.

I really liked this book it made me definitely very curious of what will happen with the other sisters. But those we will get to those when they come out for now lets talk about Lady Elizabeth and her traction to Dysart. Though he isn’t the person she should be attracted to Lady Elizabeth can’t help to be attracted to him, but Dysart carry’s a secret.

I will admit that I read this book 2 months ago and thanks to some medical issues I am having trouble remembering everything that happened in it, but I do know that I liked it and it got me in a reading regency books. So the next few reviews will be of these books.

I gave this book 4 poisoned kisses…

Review: Becoming a Legend by Sarah Robinson

Becoming A Legend by Sarah Robinson
Contemporary Romance, Standalone (but part of a series)
Release Date: December 13, 2016
From the author of Saving a Legend (“A deep and moving story about family, acceptance, and love.”—Katy Evans) comes another smoldering MMA romance featuring the Kavanagh brothers, the chiseled alpha males whose real legacy is love.

Kane Kavanagh has always had one goal: being the best mixed martial arts fighter alive. With the MMA National Championships in Las Vegas fast approaching, the man they call “Killer” has no intention of letting anyone or anything get in his way. Somehow, though, a feisty opponent has slipped beneath his guard—and stolen his heart. Fiery and passionate, Nora Hannigan is harder to pin down than any rival Kane has faced in the ring. And she isn’t afraid to tell Kane that she wants nothing to do with him.

With her best friend about to marry into the Kavanagh family, Nora has been resisting Kane’s shameless attempts at flirting for months. But after their undeniable chemistry finally takes over, leading to the hottest night of Nora’s life, she’s running scared. There’s a lot about her life Kane doesn’t know, and she won’t be responsible for ending his career. Now Kane’s out to prove that he’s ready for a commitment by winning her heart—and he’s never lost a fight.

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I have been anxious for this book from the first book. I knew that when Kane finally found his match it was going to be explosive. I also knew it would be perfect when Sarah Robinson introduced us to Nora in the second book. As I mentioned to Sarah Robinson in her Facebook group I have never hated a character before like I hated Nora’s mom. That woman only brought down such a great woman. Secondly I loved the protectiveness that Kane had when it came to Nora. He was willing to do anything to keep her safe and protected. I am both sad and happy that we have gotten this book, sad because it is over but happy because that means we now get a chance to see what happens with the two remaining Kavanagh brothers.
I give this book 5 knockout kisses…
Happy Reading.. Adri

REVIEW: In This Life by Christine Brae




BRAEInThisLife-eBookGRAY.jpgSecrets ruin lives, and lies protect those secrets…

Wanting to escape her life in New York City before starting medical school in the fall, Anna Dillon convinces her best friend Dante to travel with her to Thailand on a medical mission. While volunteering in a coastal village recently ravaged by a tsunami, Anna meets Jude Grayson. They share an instant attraction that leads to a brief, passionate affair. When she has to rush home for a family emergency, he promises to stay in touch.

But Jude never calls, and Anna tries desperately to forget him.

Five years pass, and Anna finally moves on with Dante after giving up hope that Jude will ever return—until they come face to face again in a chance encounter. Reeling, Anna discovers the life-altering secret of why Jude never contacted her—and why they can’t be together. But the passion that ignited between them on an exotic beach years ago never died, making it impossible to stay away from each other.

And Dante? Anna discovers that the friend she grew to love—and trust—has a secret of his own.








My Review

Every now and then I read a book that affects me in such a way that it makes it hard to write a review. In This Life just so happens to fall in this category.
This is a story where I had a love/hate relationship with the heroine throughout the book, but yet, I understood her. We can all sit around and say what we would do if we were in her situation, but the truth is….we truly have no idea until we are there ourselves.
What drew me to this book was the description. I love a juicy love triangle with a dirty little secret. I wasn’t expecting to fall in love with these characters like I did though. The last 15% of the book had me in tears. Were parts a bit melodramatic? Eh, you could make the case, but it HAD to happen this way. Christine does a phenomenal job at putting the reader inside of these character’s heads and I loved that we get multiple points of view because for this story to be told any other way would have done a disservice to the story and to the readers. This is a story that will make you feel, that will make you think, and will make you want to grab your significant other and never let them go

I give In This Life 5 thought provoking kisses



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author-pictureChristine Brae is a full time career woman who thought she could write a book about her life and then run away as far as possible from it. She never imagined that her words would touch the hearts of so many women with the same story to tell. That’s what happened with her first book, The Light in the Wound (2013). Christine followed that title with His Wounded Light and then Insipid (2014). In This Life (Vesuvian Books) is her fourth book. The traditionally published title has already been optioned for Film/TV.

When not listening to the voices in her head or spending late nights at the office, Christine can be seen shopping for shoes and purses, running a half marathon or spending time with her husband and three children in Chicago.


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REVIEW: All the Way by Victoria L. James

All The Way by Victoria L. James
A Natexus Novella
Release Date: 1st November
Six minutes after he’d vowed to love me forever and I was the happiest I’d ever been. He wasn’t meant to be with me at the start of my next adventure, but the other half of my soul — the man I’d been away from for far too long — had slammed back into my life with unashamed force all over again. With one look in his eyes, I was lost to all his promises, and I couldn’t find a single reason for us to spend another second apart.
Happiness became a dangerous addiction — one Alex Law was able to wrap me in with an ease no one else had ever done before. Yet no matter how high the clouds we rode upon climbed, the echoes of our pasts never seemed to be too far away.
Not all happily ever afters go the same way and ours was about to bring out sides of both of us that we never knew existed. All I could do was hold my breath and hope that whatever storms we passed through, they wouldn’t be strong enough to tear us apart for a second time.
Our eternity started with a kiss. Now it was up to me to prove that forever really could last a lifetime with nobody else but him.
That beautiful, breathtaking first love of mine.

                          ~ Natalie Vincent
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Have you ever wondered what happened after the Happily Ever After? Is everything really a fairy tale? All the Way answers those questions and then some. In full disclosure, you MUST read Natexus before reading All the Way. So do NOT pass go, do NOT collect $200….go read  Natexus if you haven’t already (seriously, it’s amazing). Now, on to All the Way….
In this perfect little novella Victoria L. James encaptured the perfect love. All the beautiful, the ugly, the jealous, the self doubt…it’s all here. Perfectly wrapped in this little book.  She shows what happens when you love completely. These two characters give so much of themselves to each other, you think of them in one unit. They are fluid, like water. She inhales, he exhales. Any doubts I had about Alex were settled in this story. Victoria reminded me why I loved him so  much in the first book. The way he knows just what Nat needs and will do anything for her will make your heart happy. Of course, not everything is rainbows and exploding hearts. There is self doubt, jealousy, still wondering….am I good enough for the other person. Can I be enough? And proving to them that you can handle whatever is thrown your way… long as you are together. These two lost 5 years. It’s time to look forward and stop looking back. Time to settle the demons and put the fears to rest. For  these two, it’s finally time to go all the way and just be, forever, Natexus
5 kisses 


Meet the Author 

Victoria L. James is a teenage girl stuck in a thirty-something year-old’s body. A Corona and nacho appreciator with a ridiculous obsession for all things Rocky Balboa, she currently lives in Yorkshire, England with her husband and two baby boys. Having had a strong passion for words and stories going as far back as she can remember, she credits her love of literature to her Grandma Bess who taught her that you didn’t need a lot of money to travel to different worlds, experience new places, and live a thousand lives.
And so Victoria’s unexpected journey to writing began, one impressionable Sweet Valley High book, and tragic diary entry at a time.
Wearing her heart on her sleeve and trying to lighten life with naff, and more often than not, badly-timed, nineties jokes, she has yet to learn the art of knowing when to shut up.

A firm believer in never quitting and a champion of every underdog that exists, she dreams of being able to write forever, hoping her stories will inspire at least one person out there to keep on pushing against the tide of their own struggles. Reading is always the ultimate escape.

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Seven breaths left in her chest, yet I looked back at him. He wasn’t meant to be there on the darkest night of my life, but the mysterious Alex Law continued to make a habit of showing up when I least expected him. With one look in his eyes, everything I’d ever been before him drifted away, and everything I was about to become revolved around him. Grief threatened to ruin me no matter how hard I fought, and Alex had demons of his own to deal with, yet we found a comfort in each other’s pain. We found ourselves alone, two people becoming one. Just us. Natalie and Alex. Natexus. As long as we had each other, we thought we could make it through anything. 

We didn’t know there were things out there waiting to destroy us: people we couldn’t escape, fates we couldn’t outrun and regrets we couldn’t avoid. Not all love stories go the same way, and ours was about to take a turn neither one of us could have foreseen. All I could do was stand by and watch as my world fell apart for a second time. 

I knew there had been life before Alex Law. 

I just had to figure out if there was life after him…

That beautiful, tragic first love of mine. 

– Natalie Vincent.


Review: Leaving Yesterday by Zoe Dawson



Rafferty Hamilton doesn’t plan on putting down roots anytime soon. With her divorce final, the hotel heiress has left Manhattan behind to scout new locations for her family’s chain of resorts. Which is why it’s so frustrating to be stranded in Laurel Falls while a good-looking, slow-talking, Stetson-wearing mechanic takes his sweet time with her overheated coupe.

A decorated vet who paid his dues in Afghanistan, Trace Black can fix anything with an engine and get it revving—even Rafferty’s ridiculous sports car. He couldn’t say the same for the knockout driver, who looks like she’s never gripped a gear shaft in her life. Women like Rafferty don’t usually stick around in Laurel Falls, but Trace finds himself showing her everything his hometown has to offer before she cruises on down the road.

As the days pass, Rafferty finds herself charmed by the pace of life and the openhearted warmth of the residents. She’s even tempted to trust again—and it’s all thanks to Trace. He’s not the kind of guy she’s used to falling for, but he just might be the man she needs.


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I love to write. I always have. For me it doesn’t matter what genre it is, the constant is always the happily ever after.

I’m producing work that runs the gamut of genre—romantic comedy, new adult contemporary, urban fantasy, romantic erotica, and syfy/fantasy. Sounds crazy like I can’t make up my mind, but that’s so far from the truth.  Writing across all the genres is what excites me, keeps my mind fresh, and lets me tell the stories that are clamoring to get out. I’d tell you about the people in my head who talk to me, but don’t want you to freak out too much. So, I’ll keep that to myself.

I currently live in North Carolina, but hail from the beautiful Green Mountain State, Vermont. I miss the mountains, but love the warmth of not only the climate here in NC, but the warmth of the people I’ve meet since moving here.

The words feed my soul and the happily ever afters feed my heart.

From my heart to yours. Enjoy!

Blue Moon Creative

logo-companyBlue Moon Creative is all about being creative.The purpose of the company is to spearhead the publishing and merchandising the written creations of Zoe Dawson and Karen Anders. Genres at this time include romantic comedy, new adult romance, urban fantasy, syfy romance, suspense and erotica. For the most part, creations are novels although some will include novellas, short stories, and flash fiction. All creations will be available to the public for sale via eBooks and print for novels.

The second purpose of Blue Moon Creative, to produce and market the artistic creations of Karen Alarie. Creations will include: Watercolor, Chinese Brush and mixed media paintings. All creations will be available to the public for sale via the Blue Moon Creative website once it is established.


As always thanks first goes to Random House Loveswept and Netgalley for providing us with a copy of this book so that we could bring you this review.

This is one of those feel good small town books. I liked so much that the community of Laurel Falls was so close and helped each other so much. Harley Trace’s brother was definitely a character I want to know more about so I will make sure to keep my eye out for his book. Rafferty is in need to some time to recoup after her divorce and the things that her ex-husband told her. She also finds exactly what she wants for her family business in this small town. I will say I am kind of sad that I can’t be in Laurel Falls and that little Inn that she falls in love with. It sounds beautiful. Trace is that strong alpha male that stepped up to do what needed to be done for his family which makes him perfect to me. I look forward to more books by this author as she was a new one to me.

I gave this book 4 relaxing kisses…

Happy Reading… Adri

Review : Another Chance by Kathy Clark


another-chanceBlending seductive romance with explosive suspense, bestselling author Kathy Clark burns up the pages in a captivating novel about a real-life hero and a gorgeous lawyer who are reunited under chilling circumstances..

Homeland Security agent Luke Archer returns home to Texas on a dangerous mission—a hands-on fight against a terrorist organization that has infiltrated the United States—yet it’s a chance encounter with his high-school sweetheart that really gets his blood pumping. Luke considers himself a lone wolf who doesn’t need a woman in his life. But as memories of their sweet, innocent affair stir him body and soul, Luke starts to wonder whether he should give love another chance.

A high-powered attorney, Bella Shaw has never forgotton how Luke left her behind in Austin to chase his dreams. But when she’s being totally honest with herself, Bella can’t deny that Luke is the one man she ever truly wanted. Though he tells her that the terrorists are using her land, she’s more worried about defending her heart from the advances of the sinfully sexy lawman. Still, Bella is willing to trust him again—if Agent Archer proves he’s worthy.




Kathy Clark has always been a storyteller.  She completed her first novel when she was four years old and self-published it the same year, decades before Amazon birthed the Kindle.  The Little Black Horse That Ran Away was self-illustrated and completely sold out of its first printing.  Thanks Mom! 

Years later, Kathy’s first adult book was published by Dell.  Since then, she had a total of twenty-three novels published by Dell, Crown, and Harlequin.  With her husband Bob Wernly as a co-writer, they published (both traditionally and epub) an additional fourteen novels.

Nine of these fourteen books were self-published in the romantic suspense, young adult and erotic romance genres.  The remaining five published by Random House LLC as the Denver Heroes and Austin Heroes, released in 2015 and throughout 2016. 

The freedom to be creative and experiment with ideas and genres has made self-publishing an amazing process.  The author team are currently developing a new contemporary romance series (with a suspense backdrop) titled Breathless.  High altitude, high stakes, and high romance, the series will begin in 2017 with the first book, Fools Gold.  The series is set in Cripple Creek, Colorado, a colorful historic town as famous for the huge amount of gold found there as it is for its Old West-style casinos.

Their young adult genre series, Time Shifters, is a time travel romance-mystery series.  The fifth book in the award winning series is planned for a late 2016 release.

Finally, their new adult romantic suspense series, Scandals, currently has the first three books released

With two people developing ideas, plotting, researching, writing and editing, Kathy and Bob are both busy and productive.  To be perfectly honest, Kathy and Bob would rather be riding horses, sitting on a sandy beach, watching movies or plays, and playing a round of golf every few days.  But the voices in their heads insist on coming out, so they keep writing.


I will start this the same way I start all my reviews with a thank you to Netgalley and Random House Loveswept for providing us with a copy of this books so that we could bring your this review.

Oh man Kathy Clark wrote a second chance love with fun and action and hot sexy scenes. Ok I know that isn’t my whole review but I wont lie I will gush over Kathy Clark and what she’s written. I mentioned once before that she got a fan for life and I am completely serious. This book she just shows me why I like her so much. Bella is a strong character who even though she has loved Luke since she was a little girl and lost him as a teen to college, she did what she had to, to become an independent strong woman. She has a fantastic career and is growing to higher levels each and every moment. Luke isn’t like his brothers who is used to action and adventure each and every day. He is used to looking at a computer screen to protect the country. I thought it was great that he is willing to do anything to save Bella. I have to say I didn’t like the Judge at the beginning of this book, but he was definitely a redeemable character. I think what helped me feel like like the Judge was redeemable was that he saw how his actions hurt his daughter, partly because the same was done to him and Grammy. I am sad to know that this series is now also over because I could just keep reading about the Archers forever, but look forward to the next series Kathy Clark has coming.

I give this book 5 adventurous kisses…

Happy Reading… Adri

Review: My Tempting Highlander & My Seductive Highlander by Maeve Greyson

mytemptinghighlanderCursed to live forever with neither wife nor child, Ronan Sutherland has watched all he cherishes turn to dust—more than once. For hundreds of years, he’s been trapped behind the mists of Loch Ness, hoping to identify the one woman who is prophesied to break the spell. Now, at last, the fates have aligned, and he’s being sent into the future to fetch her. After a single glimpse, Ronan knows he’s been waiting all his life for this passionate woman.

Unlike her time-traveling sisters, Mairi Sinclair is perfectly content to remain in the present. As a hospital nurse in Edinburgh, she cherishes the opportunity to put her gift of healing powers to good use. But everything changes the morning a mysterious wolf darts in front of her car. Touching the wounded creature’s tawny coat, a tingle surges through her. Yet when she returns with aid, Mairi is shocked to find instead a man with broad shoulders and fire in his eyes—a man who tempts her to unleash the animal within.


myseductivehighlanderThough part of a legacy of time-traveling sisters, Lilia Sinclair is planted firmly in twenty-first-century Edinburgh. Her granny’s matchmaking with thirteenth-century Highlanders isn’t about to lure her into the past, especially as ancient Scotland enters troubled times. After all, Lilia is blessed—or cursed—with dire prophetic visions. To protect herself, she’s put up an icy emotional wall no man could cross—until a pair of gorgeous, rippling arms breaks right through.

Graham MacTavish is pure trouble. Once the dragon bound to Loch Ness, he’s transformed into a philanderer of the first order. In fact, because of his dalliances with other men’s wives, a rival clan wants his head on a pike. Before he provokes an all-out war, Graham is banished to the twenty-first century, where he must win Lilia’s hand—or return to die. But after meeting a lass as fierce as any Highland warrior, Graham knows one thing: life with Lilia, in any century, is a fate
to embrace.



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When I’m not at my full time job at the steel mill, I’m tapping away on my laptop, recording my daydreams of sexy Highlanders and the headstrong women who drive them crazy.

I also think of myself as a “watcher”. I live in the middle of a five acre wood in Kentucky, sharing the clearing where our house sits with deer, raccoons, possums, wild turkeys and even a groundhog. Did you know they’re also called whistle pigs? I discovered why when Jasper startled Hamish McGroundhog. Hamish whistled the alarm and startled everybody.

My sweet friend Jasper has crossed over the Rainbow Bridge but I know in my heart he still watches over me. He’s my four-legged guardian angel.

I also enjoy people-watching—you know, kind of floating along the edge of a crowd and observing how folks go about their day. All this watching feeds into my stories so take care, you never know when a writer might be watching.



As always I need to thank Random House Loveswept and NetGalley for providing us with a copy of these books so that we could bring you this review.

I thought I had written the review for these books a while back but I guess I hadn’t. So forgive me for making this a short review. I was so very sad to see the end of the series with the end of My Seductive Highlander, though it was nice to see how both twin sisters got their highlanders. In both these books Ronan and Graham travel to the 21st century and their reactions to the conveniences we enjoy in this century appose to that of what they use in the 13th century. For example I laughed when I read Ronan’s reaction to Mairi’s car. Or when she goes to the hospital and he has to ride on the elevator. These were all moments that made me laugh at Ronan’s reaction. My heart also broke for Ronan and the curse that he has had to live with for so many years. I was so happy to know that Mairi was the one that was able to break that curse. And then with Ronan’s curse being broken it also freed Graham. Though Graham took some time to over compensate for the lost time it is what eventually lands him in the 21st century and time with Lilia. Lilia lives an fun and interesting life and she is such a kick ass woman. She is able to put Graham in his place and helps her in ways we never thought was going to affect her in the 21st century. Again I repeat I was so very sad in seeing the end of this series, but look forward to what else is to come from Maeve Greyson in the future.

I give both these books 5 highland kisses…

Happy Reading… Adri